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Day 13

first time using Krita to draw them

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Eldarya, A New Era - Episode 20

Originellement publié ici le 16 octobre 2023.

Et bien nous y voilà, l’épisode final d’Eldarya est là, c’est la fin des aventures d’Erika !

Je suis sincèrement désolée d’avance pour la longueur gargantuesque de cet avis 😆

Je vais le dire d’emblée, comme ça c’est fait, cet épisode n’est pas digne d’une fin de saison, encore moins d’une fin d’histoire. On croirait un peu revoir la malédiction de la dernière saison de Game of Thrones. Il y a eu beaucoup de raccourcis et de facilités, et la scène finale tombe terriblement à plat.

Après, ce serait malhonnête de notre part de prétendre qu’il ne s’agit que d’un problème de scénario et de rédaction. Les circonstances ont fait qu’il n’était pas possible de produire un épisode à la hauteur de ce qu’on aurait pu en attendre.

Bon après c’est loin de tout excuser et y’a aussi des décisions complètement lunaires, hein, faut pas abuser non plus 😆

J’ai dépensé 2474 maanas, je suis assez surprise, je pensais que ça ferait plus.

Allez, pour la dernière fois : c’est parti mon kiki !

CDC TO : Valkyky de Mémoria-peut-être-on-sait-pas CDC ANE : Personne, route de Mathieu

L’épisode s’ouvre sur Terre, juste après que 10 000 faëries ont traversé la faille d’Eel. Tout le monde ne peut rien faire d’autre que de regarder ladite faille se refermer, puis disparaître, emportant avec elle tout ce qui pouvait rester de leur monde d’origine (et d’adoption, pour Mathieu et Erika lol).

Après, c’est là que ça se gâte, parce qu’on rentre dans les considérations techniques que plusieurs autres personnes ont déjà évoquées de façon claire et développée : comment gérer 10 000 faëries paniqué-e-s qui viennent d’être définitivement séparé-e-s de tout ce qu’iels connaissaient ?

Bien sûr, je peux comprendre que, pour les besoins du scénario et à cause du fait qu’il fallait tout boucler en un épisode, on ne pouvait pas perdre trois heures sur un mouvement de panique et/ou sur l’impossibilité matérielle de gérer 10 000 pégus à 15, de les diriger comme il faut et de les installer vaguement confortablement en attendant de trouver mieux, ou sur le fait qu’il est tout bonnement impossible que cet attroupement n’ait pas été repéré par quelqu’un habitant la ville qui est littéralement à quelques minutes de marche de la forêt. Impossible. Mais malheureusement, les faits sont là : c’est complètement irréaliste. J’y reviendrai plus tard en détails mais je pense qu’une majorité du contenu de cet épisode aurait dû être une ellipse. Ne pas s’attarder sur cette scène dans le présent aurait permis d’éviter qu’elle ne fasse aucun sens puisque c’était impossible de la décrire de façon réaliste si notre perso la vit en direct.

Après c’est un choix de le faire quand même dans le but de, j’imagine, montrer la panique et la désorganisation après l’arrivée sur Terre, mais quitte à faire ça, je pense qu’il y aurait eu des moyens plus pertinents de les montrer que de se farcir Jamon qui pleure pour Hua pour le drama, Adalric qui s’égare pour le lol, les deux Purrekos les plus insupportables de la Création qui se découvrent soudainement de l’empathie alors qu’on leur a jamais demandé l’heure, et Orgelz et Maora qui jouent les têtes-à-claques de privilégié-e-s énervé-e-s de pas être au centre de l’attention pour… Pour on ne sait quelle raison ??

Même pas 10 minutes après le début de l’épisode c’est mesquin

Il y a un tas de scènes qui ne méritaient pas d’être dans cet épisode ou bien qui n’auraient pas dû s’étirer autant, mais celle-là elle est au moins dans le top 3 : on vous l’a déjà DIT, on sait TRÈS BIEN qu’Orgelz est un abruti hors-sol qui ne comprend rien à la réalité qui existe en dehors de sa bulle de privilège, POURQUOI on perd deux minutes et 45 secondes à lire Orgelz et Maora chialer qu’on prend pas soin d’eux et Karenn et Chrome se foutre ouvertement de leur gueule ??? On en a RIEN à cirer, ça n’apporte RIEN à qui que ce soit, on a déjà eu la même scène 36 fois depuis l’épisode 15, les inquiétudes sur l’existence de la Garde d’Eel sont déjà évoquées plus tard et le déni sur la disparition d’Eldarya aurait pu se faire à travers au bas mot au moins 250 autres personnages, plutôt qu’à travers celui dont le seul vrai rôle est l’idiot du village que personne peut encadrer.

On peut au moins reconnaître à Huang Chù qu’elle tente de prendre les choses en mains en faisant collaborer le BOAE avec des membres de la Garde pour gérer la foule. Par contre le passage où Mathieu suggère qu’ils se fassent passer pour des cosplayers, bon déjà perso moi j’aurais dit que GNiste ça aurait eu plus de sens mais je suppose que cosplayer c’est plus connu, ensuite de ça si un flic passe et voit un môme avec une épée plus large que lui je suis presque sûre que ça va mal se passer, cosplay/GN ou pas 😆

Le coup de Cobra qui dit que s’il avait voulu s’opposer à ce que les 4 gus passent avec nous, il n’était pas en mesure de le faire, je sais pas ce que ça signifie, mais moi j’y vois juste une confiance aveugle alors que la go elle pourrait juste faire sortir ses meilleurs assassins pour buter toute la ville et il y aurait vu que du feu…

Il est temps de prendre d’assaut la commanderie de Papounet.

La scène commence sur la tristesse d’Erika en remarquant à quel point l’ambiance est différente de la dernière fois qu’elle a marché dans ces rues. Pour le coup ça passe bien, ça retranscrit la douleur et le choc, et c’est quand même bien dommage qu’on n’ait pas eu ça plus souvent. C’est un peu le problème qu’on a retrouvé tout au long de la saison : on trouve çà et là de bonnes scènes qui arrivent à faire passer les bonnes émotions, mais ce sont les exceptions et non la règle.

Après malgré tout j’suis pas sûre que certains passages dans la route de Mathieu soient nécessaires quand on répond qu’on aurait fait le même rêve machin. Le ton clash un peu.

Alors qu’on aurait pu se demander pourquoi une commanderie d’une organisation top secrète se trouve en plein centre-ville ou pourquoi y’a zéro personnel à l’accueil d’une organisation top secrète, on finit par se demander pourquoi nos seuls choix pour s’annoncer c’est de beugler un truc, dire à Mathieu de beugler un truc, ou cogner une poubelle… Même l’Elfe qui toque à la porte des ennemis pour qu’on vienne leur ouvrir dans le Donjon de Naheulbeuk ça avait plus de sens.

MAIS BON. On n’en a pas fini avec le non-sens dans cette scène. Elle commence de façon logique, avec les soldats armés qui débarquent, suivis de près par le méchant cro méchant qui mise tout sur le charisme et son petit pistolet inutile. Après Erika tente son super plan de la mort-qui-tue, à savoir tout jouer au bluff pour prendre le contrôle de la commanderie et espérer que les soldats sont aussi stupides qu’elle l’imagine. Je m’attends alors à quelque chose d’impressionnant, quelque chose qui justifierait un retournement soudain des soldats, parce qu’à ce stade c’est pas des jolis mots qui vont changer la do–

« HERIBRAND GROMEYCHAN MOI JONTILLE FAËRIE OBÉISSEZ-MOA ET VOUS VERREZ DES ELFES ET DES SIRÈNES ET VOUS POURREZ DEVENIR JONTIS A VOTRE TOUR APRÈS QUE VOUS NOUS AVEZ TORTURÉS ET COMME JE ÊTRE JONTILLE JE VOUS PRÉVENIR QUE SI VOUS COOPÉREZ PAS C’EST PANPAN-CUCUL »

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Le seul truc qui m’a pas fait rage-quit c’est l’espoir que le chemin daemon lui fasse dire des trucs plus menaçants qui ont quand même plus de chance de leur faire retourner leur veste >_> Parce que là tout ce qu’on a c’est « arrêtez d’être méchants et suivez-moi svp » couplé à « ouais en fait il est nul notre chef j’préfère en changer » et c’est d’une paresse incroyable.

Alors que pourtant on avait le début d’une bonne idée avec Erika qui fait joujou avec sa lumière magique et ses ailes, imaginez qu’elle ait fait ça x1000 en se transformant en ange de lumière/démon de ténèbres, c’est réussite critique au jet de présence, c’est rapide et c’est beaucoup plus crédible que ce qu’on se tape dans cette scène ??

Imaginez une apparition quasi-divine sur des soldats impressionnables

Perso ça m’aurait bien plus convaincue qu’elle joue à fond la carte de l’aengel/daemon, parce qu’entre nous à part quelques coups pour impressionner les gens elle s’en sert jamais et ça n’a aucun impact dans l’histoire qu’elle en soit une. On laisse quand même un petit discours, mais même son discours pourri il aurait eu plus d’impact avec un visuel pareil. Ça aurait potentiellement toujours eu l’air expédié et un peu facile mais ça aurait eu le mérite d’avoir de la classe et d’être plus crédible. C’est possible de faire une scène du genre qui tienne la route mais au bout d’un moment faut le vouloir aussi.

Mais non, Héribrand cro nul et soldats cro marre de lui du coup ils préfèrent suivre une meuf qui sort de nulle part mais elle fait de la lumière avec ses mains et c’est joli.

Erika s’en va dans les geôles pour vérifier que tout va bien, et on retrouve notre bon vieux Guerric, qu’on avait laissé à l’abandon la dernière fois. Lui aussi il devient jonti parce que c’est pas sympa de la part des Templiers de l’avoir oublié, et puis t’façon il a jamais aimé Héribrand. Puis Erika s’en va dans la salle de stockage (et je sais pas pourquoi on me dit que j’y suis jamais allée parce que c’est faux j’ai vérifié j’y suis allée dans l’épisode 12 j’ai juste pas eu de dialogues lol) et libère le maana en se faisant chier à ouvrir les bocaux un par un au lieu de genre faire tomber toutes les étagères ou j’en sais rien, puis le maana, je cite, « disparaît. ».

Et du coup ça corrobore d’autres répliques qu’on a pu avoir, à savoir qu’une fois le maana échappé d’Eldarya, c’est fini y’en a plus, mais ça pose plusieurs questions :

- Il est rappelé rien que dans cet épisode que le maana est l’énergie vitale des faëries… S’il disparaît, comment les faëries survivent ? A moins qu’il ne disparaisse que quand il est extrait d’un être vivant ? Pourquoi c’est pas précisé ? Que se passera-t-il pour les faëries « pur sang » qui naîtront sur Terre ? - Du coup pareil pour la magie, est-elle liée au maana ? Comment peut-elle fonctionner sur Terre si le maana disparaît ? Peut-être qu’il y a des infos que j’ai juste pas comprises mais je trouve que le système de magie est très mal expliqué. - Et pour le coup ça c’est sûr c’est une incohérence : qui dit plus de maana, dit, plus d’ingrédients eldaryens. Et comme ça a été souligné par d’autres personnes, comment fabriquer des potions magiques, et comment nourrir les familiers qui ne mangent pas de nourriture terrestres ? Peuvent-ils s’acclimater ou vont-ils juste dépérir faute de nourriture adaptée à leur condition d’êtres purement magiques ? Les familiers n’ont jamais été terriens, c’est pour ça qu’ils peuvent se nourrir avec les plantes et bestioles d’Eldarya, contrairement aux faëries qui ont besoin de nourriture terrienne pour survivre.

Punaise cette affaire de bouffe ça m’aura poursuivie jusqu’à la fin, hein !

C’était mignon Lance avec le téléphone. Très pratique aussi que les terrains de la commanderie soient éloignés, entourés de clôtures et apparemment assez grands pour faire tenir tranquille 10 000 personnes – je suis pas géographe mais ça fait quand même beaucoup, pour ce qu’on en sait c’est plus que les habitant-e-s de la ville juste à côté donc bon, encore une fois on est obligé-e-s de faire jouer la suspension d’incrédulité parce qu’on a pas l’temps de détailler mais y’a des gros airs de forêt des coïncidences dans Galavant où oh là là ça alors ça tombe bien dis donc, les terrains sont super bien placés et assez grands pour y construire un village, c’est fou !!!

C’est surtout vachement gros, oui 🙄

On va passer sur le mot de passe de Papounet, même Erika est dépitée, c’est pour dire. Même une scène avec un soldat random hackeur qui tape très vite sur le clavier ça aurait été plus rigolo.

J’ai pas trop compris ce qu’elle passe la nuit à chercher, si c’est du matos de construction chez Castorama ou les comptes bancaires de Papounet, mais pas le temps de s’en occuper, Nevra nous exhorte à le suivre, c’est très urgent !!!

Le vampire nous traîne jusqu’au manoir familial d’Erika, qui se dit « oui bon t’as voulu y installer tes potes je comprends c’est pas grave on va pas en faire un fromage ! » Mais non, c’est pas ça, il a voulu mettre quelqu’un à l’abri… « Oui bon bah la première personne qui me vient en tête parmi la myriade de possibilités c’est Eweleïn car pourquoi pas, mais je comprends, Nevra, elle est choquée elle a besoin de repos etc » Mais non Erika c’est toujours pas ça, va voir tu vas comprendre !!!

Bon, très hésitante, je me dis que ça doit être une grosse surprise, si ça se trouve c’est un autre perso important genre un horrible retour de Miikonne, je sais pas à quoi m’attendre, et là je me dis « hahaha imaginez c’est Hua mais ça serait franchement con ça n’aurait aucun sens lol bon alors qui... »

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Pardon ?!

C’est une illusion de Koori hein, c’est ça ??

Comme beaucoup de mes camarades au-dessus, je suis tombée des nues en la voyant assise là tranquille. D’autant plus que cette histoire du phénix qui renaît de ses cendres, c’est beau c’est poétique, mais c’est en contradiction avec le lore donné en saison 1, ce que les persos reconnaissent, mais la deuxième théorie est tout aussi bancale ???

On en a parlé tout à l’heure mais il a été établi que le maana est l’énergie vitale des faëries, comment la résurrection de Hua peut-elle être liée au fait que son énergie vitale a disparu ??? Je ne comprends pas la logique, le maana c’est tout et son contraire, il y a rien d’expliqué c’est un foutoir sans nom et c’est incroyablement frustrant. Vous allez me dire, « mais Nore t’es débile le maana était perturbé donc maintenant qu’elle a plus de maana ‘corrompu’ en elle bah ça va mieux >_> » Bah oui mais ça change rien au fait qu’elle a plus l’énergie vitale qui faisait d’elle une faërie ?? Du coup quoi elle devient une terrienne comme les autres ? Ça colle pas avec le fait que tous les prisonniers de la commanderie sont morts quand on leur a aspiré trop de maana… Les calculs sont pas bons, Kévin.

Et je vous parle même pas de l’intérêt scénaristique de ce retour à la vie parce qu’en fait… Y’en a pas. Les résurrections j’suis pas contre mais y’a intérêt à y avoir une justification en béton parce que sinon c’est soit du osef total, soit du fanservice inutile, soit un deus ex machina fainéant. Ici je penche pour un mix entre le osef et le fanservice parce que vraiment qu’est-ce que ça apporte, sa résurrection ?? A part que vous aimez bien trop ce perso par rapport à ce qu’elle mérite et pour faire genre « HAHA en fait y’aura un couple homo qui aura bien une fin heureuse nik votre diffamation » ?? Parce que même pour ce dernier point c’est tout juste effleuré, et Hua n’a AUCUN rôle significatif qui aurait pu justifier sa présence dans cet épisode…

« Nore stop je te sens venir gros comme une maison tu vas encore parler de ton perso chouchou parce qu’il a été ressuscité lui aussi >_> » Alors oui exactement parlons de Gaara dans Naruto et de pourquoi je suis pas fâchée qu’il ait été résurrectionné !!!

Résumé : Gaara c’est un chef de village avec un démon scellé en lui, et un jour son village est attaqué par un méchant, et en protégeant son village il est kidnappé, les méchants extraient le démon qui est en lui mais lui non plus il a plus d’énergie vitale après donc il meurt. Sauf que son super pote est pas d’accord, tape les méchants, une vieille utilise une technique interdite pour transférer son énergie vitale et une partie de celle du pote à Gaara, du coup elle meurt et il revit après.

Pourquoi selon moi ça marche mieux ? Premièrement, ça a du sens pour le background du personnage : Gaara son histoire elle est basée sur le fait qu’il a été rejeté par tout le monde et maintenant il essaie de se racheter et de se faire accepter, et à son réveil il découvre que tout son village était venu pour le sauver, y’a la comparaison avec Naruto et le développement de leur amitié, bref émotionnellement ça fait du sens pour développer le caractère du personnage et sa relation avec les autres. Ici on a vaguement la notion au moins que Hua retrouve sa meuf, et encore, et Erika est contente de retrouver sa pote mais ça a zéro impact sur leur développement en tant que persos.

Deuxièmement, ça a du sens dans l’histoire : ses expériences et ses discours vont avoir un impact dans les derniers arcs du manga (le discours en tant que chef des armées, par exemple), son statut en tant qu’ancien porteur de démon, et aussi il lui restait des trucs à régler, genre apprendre la vérité sur sa mère et avoir une explication avec son père. On peut rétorquer qu’on aurait pu se passer de ces derniers points mais ça a le mérite d’avoir étoffé un personnage populaire. Ici, Hua, n’a absolument aucune influence sur le reste de l’épisode, elle est là elle fait sa vie mais ça sert à rien. Et je dis pas qu’il aurait fallu qu’elle ait un rôle décisif mais c’est à peine si elle a un rôle de soutien, Koori le fait très bien toute seule, alors c’est quoi l’intérêt ?

Troisièmement, c’est pas gratuit : j’entends par là qu’il est pas revenu à la vie comme ça, pouf, y’a quelque chose qui a été donné en échange, la vie de la vieille. Et ça aura pas été une vieille random, c’était une vieille qu’on avait appris à connaître depuis le début de l’arc, on s’y était attaché-e-s (ou en tout cas c’était le but), et du fait de son lien avec Gaara dans l’histoire, son sacrifice pour le ramener à la vie et faire en sorte qu’il répare les erreurs qu’elle a pu commettre etc ça a du sens. Ici, bah y’a plus d’maana déréglé du coup plus besoin d’être morte ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Quatrièmement, de toute façon il est bien plus stylé.

A titre de comparaison j’ai jamais digéré la résurrection de Kakashi dans ce même manga lol, même s’il a un rôle après désolée c’était du pur fanservice et ça n’avait aucune justification.

Et sans transition nous avons une première ellipse durant laquelle le chantier de construction du village de fortune commence, avec Jamon et les Templiers qui construisent des préfabriqués qui ressemblent vachement à des maisons, et Erika qui fouille les affaires de son père pour trouver des sous et on ne sait quelles infos. J’aimerais juste savoir comme ils ont fait pour « acheminer DISCRÈTEMENT » les faëries au village « par PETITS groupes de PLUSIEURS CENTAINES » parce que j’avoue que chez moi ces notions vont pas très bien ensemble et j’ai du mal à visualiser la chose.

L’on apprend ensuite que le Conseil ainsi que quelques gardien-ne-s, AKA les persos principaux qui ont vraiment de l’intérêt en gros, se sont octroyé le luxe de loger dans un manoir géant et profitent des services d’un cuisinier et d’un majordome personnel pour se nourrir… Y’aurait beaucoup de choses à dire sur le fait d’avoir choisi de donner une vie de palace aux chefs pendant que les gueux traînent dans un village a priori sans eau courante, électricité ou évacuation des eaux usées, mais bon.

Et pour toutes les utilisations utiles qu’auraient pu avoir les quelques potions de camouflage qu’on a sauvées, Erika choisit de s’en servir pour aller au ciné et en profiter pour galocher son mec, puisqu’apparemment c’est ce que font « la plupart des couples » qui vont au cinéma. Mince alors, ma meuf et moi on a pas eu le mémo, faudra que je lui en parle.

Vient ensuite la conversation avec Mathieu (pour ma part), et ça vient soulever des points importants. Déjà, je note qu’il a l’air plus en phase avec les faëries exilé-e-s que ne peut l’être Erika, puisqu’il passe ses journées avec eux sur le chantier. On nous dit qu’elle passe tous les jours au village pour voir si ça se passe bien, mais pas beaucoup plus. J’ai le sentiment qu’il sait mieux ce que vivent les faëries que notre héroïne. Et ensuite, Mathieu nous parle un peu de lui, et on arrive à un détail que je trouve invraisemblable.

Je suis sa route depuis le début, et je ne sais toujours pas pourquoi il lui manque une jambe.

Tout ce qu’il nous dira, c’est que ses parents « auraient préféré avoir un fils entier. » Mais ça ne nous éclaire pas sur ce qu’il lui est arrivé, on sait juste que c’est pré-Eldarya et probablement pré-armée, puisqu’il s’est émancipé à 16 ans (ok vu Castiel). Ça ne nous dit toujours pas comment il s’est retrouvé dans cet état. Est-ce que c’est de naissance ? Si oui, comment ? Sinon, est-ce une maladie ? Laquelle ? Est-ce un accident de la route ? De moissonneuse-batteuse ? D’écureuil enragé ? De transmutation humaine ratée ?

On me répondra peut-être qu’au final, est-ce vraiment important de savoir d’où vient l’infirmité d’un personnage ? « Après tout Nore ça n’apporte aucune info essentielle à l’histoire, toi qui nous casses les pieds avec ça à chaque occasion qui se présente è_é »

Bah ça apporte des infos sur le personnage et son histoire déjà ptdr puis d’autant plus quand c’est notre CDC ??? Moi je retourne la question, c’est quoi l’intérêt de lui donner une particularité si c’est pour jamais en donner l’origine, même au détour d’une conversation de routine ? On a bien eu l’explication pour l’œil de Nevra (et tant mieux), pourquoi on l’a pas eue pour la jambe de Mathieu ???

(J’aurais aussi des questions sur comment il est entré dans l’armée en tant que soldat avec une jambe en moins mais je sais pas comment ça se passe lol)

Erika fait une crise existentielle parce qu’elle a pas assez regardé C’est Pas Sorcier et Le Bus Magique quand elle était môme et maintenant elle sait rien expliquer de son monde. Bon, pourquoi pas, puis tout le monde sait qu’elle a pas la lumière à tous les étages, mais bon la fontaine et le conseil municipal c’est quand même une question de logique… Oui, je sais, elle en a pas beaucoup non plus, mais c’est quand même frustrant de la voir dire qu’elle sait pas qui décide de la présence de trucs dans la commune, de la savoir incapable de dire que c’est une obligation légale pour les restos et les bars de te donner de la flotte gratos si t’en demandes pour nous caser ensuite un laïus moralisateur sur « oh là là sur Terre on donne pas à boire aux gens qui ont soif » ça m’énerve.

Retour dans la forêt des coïncidences lorsqu’on apprend que d’autres failles se sont ouvertes et que les campagnes de désinformation suffisent à éloigner les curieux et les médias… Encore une fois c’est complètement surréaliste mais je sais même pas comment ça se passe : c’est d’autres branches du BOAE ? Je suis pas sûre de me souvenir si on nous a dit qu’ils avaient des antennes ailleurs, on sait juste que l’organisation est très jeune (par rapport à l’Ordre qui a quelques siècles) et que Cobra communique avec des gens qui lui disent que y’a eu des failles et des faëries qui en sont sorti-e-s, sans plus.

La scène du dîner est inutilement longue, on s’en fout un peu de la comparaison nutritionnelle entre la ratatouille et un cheeseburger, surtout quand on nous a déjà saoulé-e-s avec la scène du fast-food à l’épisode 11.

Vraiment je déclare la nourriture taboue dans Eldarya.

Arrive enfin la fameuse scène où, ah oui, on se souvient qu’Erika est censée être une humaine avec des émotions, une histoire, des traumas, et que tout ça peut avoir des conséquences sur sa psyché.

Attention : qu’elle ait un moment de faiblesse, qu’elle craque à ce moment de l’histoire, c’est logique. Pour une fois, oui c’est vrai que ces derniers jours ne lui ont pas laissé le temps de réaliser ce qui se passait, et que globalement c’est la première fois qu’elle a le temps de comprendre qu’elle ne reverra plus Eldarya. Mon problème c’est quand vous lui faites dire que « c’est pas la pression de ces derniers jours c’est celle depuis ma sortie du Cristal parce que j’ai jamais pris le temps de faire mon deuil j’ai scellé mes sentiments du coup je ne réalise que maintenant ce que j’ai perdu » etc.

Parce que c’est tout simplement faux.

On compte plus les moments où elle est partie se promener pour prendre l’air, les épisodes à se préparer pour un bal, pour un enterrement de vie de garçon où elle a rien foutu, les nuits à la belle étoile à penser à tout sauf à ce dont elle parle dans cette scène. Le problème c’est pas qu’elle a scellé ses souvenirs pour se protéger, le problème c’est qu’elle est terriblement mal écrite.

Et ça, c’est pareil, y’avait aucun moyen de s’en sortir correctement avec ça dans cet épisode, parce qu’il aurait fallu qu’elle ait ces révélations beaucoup plus tôt. On le sait, vous le savez, mais vous avez pas agi dessus, alors vous faites comme avec Hua dans l’épisode précédent et vous casez tout maintenant dans une scène émotionnelle qui a sa place dans l’histoire à ce moment précis, mais pas avec ce contenu-là. Réaliser la perte d’Eldarya, mais aussi que sa vie sur Terre n’est plus là alors qu’elle y est revenue, oui, très bien. Mais Valkyon, c’est non.

On n’écrit pas de la même façon un personnage où vraiment la pensée de son ex mort (ou parti à l’autre bout de la map mais je sais pas comment ça a été géré avec Ezarel) ne lui traverse absolument pas le cerveau, et un personnage qui choisit d’ignorer ses pensées sur le sujet. Erika, elle a été écrite d’une telle façon qu’on peut facilement croire qu’elle ne sait même plus qui était Valkyon pour elle, elle ne réagit pas comme un personnage qui veut tout faire pour ne pas se souvenir de lui, mais comme un personnage qui ne se souvient pas de lui. Elle est là votre grosse erreur, et j’ose espérer que vous en avez conscience.

D’ailleurs lol y’a une vague évocation de Mémoria, mais pourquoi faire ? Est-ce que c’est une manière subtile d’enfin nous révéler où il était enterré ? Parce que si oui moi ça me suffit pas, je veux qu’on me dise texto « On m’a dit que Mémoria, sa dernière demeure, avait disparu, » c’est pas un truc qui se devine, nous Mémoria on sait que c’est le repos de l’âme des dragons mais personne a parlé des dépouilles, du coup même là j’aurai jamais la certitude de s’il a été enterré là ou bien si son âme est là-bas et c’est censé être l’essentiel mais on sait pas où il aura reposé sur Eldarya, et je ne comprends pas l’intérêt de ne PAS donner cette info-là non plus, encore une fois même au détour d’une conversation, pourquoi une telle rétention d’informations sur des persos que l’on a, pour certain-e-s d’entre nous, mis en CDC/ancien CDC ? Ça me dépasse…

Bien sûr, ça n’empêche pas que ces éléments puissent quand même faire partie de sa crise de larmes, au même titre que la réalisation qu’elle ne reverra jamais sa mère, c’est normal qu’elle pleure pour ça et c’est normal que se mêlent à ça tous ses autres traumas, le problème c’est que certains ont été oubliés par l’histoire alors qu’elle aurait dû en parler bien plus tôt, plutôt que de tout caser dans un épisode final qui aurait gagné à explorer d’autres choses.

Bref, que quelqu’un trouve un-e psy compétent-e à Erika.

Et un neurologue pour sa mémoire.

J’ai choisi, avec un peu d’appréhension, d’aller voir Hua et Ewe pour savoir ce qu’elles avaient à nous dire. Au final ça va, Hua dit « j’suis là pour toi » et Ewe « on aurait pas dû compter autant sur toi pour sauver le monde »… Je sais, retranscrit comme ça c’est pas positif, mais déjà c’est rigolo, et entre nous ça me fait prendre conscience qu’au final dans cette saison, Erika est loin d’avoir un rôle aussi important à jouer que dans The Origins. Elle est qualifiée d’« enfant des deux mondes » par l’Oracle à plusieurs reprises, mais ça nous apporte quoi ? Le seul intérêt de son statut de terrienne dans cette saison, c’est qu’elle était la fille d’un chef d’une commanderie de Templiers, mais en fin de compte, si on omet son temps dans le Cristal, Mathieu il a pas passé beaucoup moins de temps qu’elle sur Eldarya, on a convenu que la saison 1 dure un an si on est généreux, et Mathieu est arrivé environ un an avant le début de la saison 2… Grosse vibe de Neville qui aurait très bien pu remplir la prophétie à la place de Harry Potter mdr, la seule différence c’est qu’Erika a des pouvoirs d’aengel/daemon, et comme je l’ai dit ça n’a pas beaucoup de conséquences à part impressionner les ennemis, son statut d’aengel ne sert pas à grand-chose, comparé à The Origins où c’était la clé pour réparer le Cristal, quoi.

Chù a apparemment de grandes et importantes nouvelles à nous annoncer. Pour la première, elle commence par nous dire qu’elle ne peut plus rester cheffe de Garde, puisque la Garde n’a plus les mêmes missions. Soit, ça s’entend, je commençais à me demander s’ils allaient pas essayer de remettre Hua en place et j’ai eu peur, mais je suis pas sûre qu’on y gagne au change.

En effet, quand elle a commencé à dire qu’elle y connaissait rien aux humains, j’ai senti le coup venir, en me disant que non, c’était pas possible, ils allaient quand même pas faire ça…

Et ben si…

Erika devient co-cheffe de la Garde d’Eel ?!?!

On est dans Vidéo Gag hein, c’est ça ?

Honnêtement j’ai espéré très fort qu’on ait la possibilité de refuser plus tard dans le dialogue et ai été bien déçue que ce ne soit pas le cas, tant cette décision me paraît incongrue.

Alors oui ok dans la théorie ça fait sens parce qu’elle est terrienne et connaît un peu Eldarya, et en plus elle a du sang faélien, mais allô c’est E.R.I.K.A les enfants, elle a jamais rien dirigé, elle a jamais eu de respect pour la hiérarchie, elle sait pas comment fonctionne son monde, elle sait à peine comment fonctionne Eldarya, sa définition de la diplomatie c’est de sortir des jets de lumière en disant « suivez nos ordres sinon je vous dégomme avec ma lumière, » elle est pas fichue d’écrire un discours qui se résume à « moi aussi je suis triste mais vous verrez ça va aller les humains sont sympa et on a le Pouvoir de l’Amitié™ » en moins de six jours, je suis désolée mais même Mathieu s’en sortirait probablement mieux, ça n’a aucun sens, elle a ce rôle que parce que c’est l’héroïne, ça valait bien la peine de faire dire à Ewe qu’on avait trop fait peser sur ses épaules y’a deux minutes si c’est pour que maintenant on la colle cheffe de la Garde, même en tandem avec Chù…

C’est même pas juste une histoire de pas aimer le personnage, vraiment elle a jamais montré à aucun moment des qualités de leader, j’suis désolée…

Y’a l’histoire de l’addendum je vais pas revenir dessus, y’a la musique d’angoisse qui colle pas avec cette scène, y’a le fait que je vois pas trop l’intérêt de faire voter celleux qui font pas partie du Conseil parce que dans ce cas-là qu’est-ce qui justifie que Caméria et Adalric ont pas pu voter parce qu’iels étaient pas là, bref. Après dans l’absolu c’est pas con comme idée de mettre deux chef-fe-s à la Garde pour gérer aussi les relations avec les humains, mais vraiment Erika je hurle. Et j’ai pas spécialement de solution de remplacement à part Mathieu, c’est juste que rien depuis décembre 2014 ne nous a laissé penser qu’elle pouvait avoir une quelconque capacité à être cheffe de quoi que ce soit. C’est pourtant pas faute de pas savoir écrire des personnages de leaders, on a eu Nevra et Lance, donc bon.

Le deuxième truc que Chù voulait dire à Erika c’est qu’elle veut qu’elle prononce un discours aux faëries pour les rassurer. J’ai un peu envie de dire que ça fait au moins deux ou trois semaines qu’iels sont là et qu’il serait peut-être temps d’y songer, mais je suppose que c’est trop s’attarder sur les détails.

Perso de base j’avais pas confiance dans la capacité d’Erika à écrire un discours parce qu’on a déjà parlé de sa notion de diplomatie, mais il semblerait qu’elle n’ait pas plus confiance que moi, parce qu’au bout de trois jours à se focaliser sur ça elle a toujours rien écrit, et il faut une intervention de Koori pour la débloquer. J’ai d’ailleurs pas compris le délire dans cette scène où Koori nous dit qu’elle a écrit des trucs mais faut pas qu’on sache quoi, je sais pas si y’a une option de dialogue qui nous permet de l’apprendre, si oui je veux bien savoir de quoi elle parle, sinon encore une fois je vois pas l’intérêt d’évoquer ça si c’est pour jamais donner de réponse claire.

Il faudra encore trois jours de plus à Erika pour pondre son discours, et à lire les descriptions à nouveau elle a l’air de foutre que ça de ses journées et finalement c’est un assez bon résumé de son séjour sur Eldarya : à quelques exceptions près, elle ne fiche absolument rien de constructif pour Eldarya ou les faëries entre deux événements racontés de l’histoire. Je sais pas, juste dire « après être rentrée du village où j’avais aidé à l’installation de quelques familles encore perdues, je me remis à mon discours » ou j’en sais rien, qu’on n’ait pas l’impression qu’elle a passé littéralement 6 jours à écrire une page de texte et deux jours à juste répéter avec Mathieu, quoi.

Ah heureusement qu’elle est pas leader, hein, hahaha !

Ensuite on notera qu’elle a dépensé toute la thune dans des matériaux de construction, mais des mégaphones pour se faire entendre dans une foule pendant qu’il faut les installer, bon, whatever. Le discours en lui-même n’est pas mauvais, un peu gnan-gnan mais je n’ai vu que la version aengel, à lire les autres avis la version daemon est un peu plus agressive et je serais curieuse de savoir ce qu’elle donne. Ici son discours est assez bateau et générique mais ça positive et encourage à garder espoir, c’est dans la lignée de ce qu’on a pu voir dans l’histoire donc bon y’a pas grand-chose à dire de plus.

Commence alors la phase « que sont-iels devenu-e-s » après quelques mois passés sur Terre. Parmi les différents postes occupés, je suis très déçue que Lance ne soit pas devenu électricien mdr. Le rôle de Mathieu de dissuader les humains d’ébruiter le fait qu’ils avaient vu des faëries me fait doucement rigoler, je pense que tout le monde a conscience ici que statistiquement c’est mission impossible. Nevra et son service de renseignement oui ça tient la route, les remarques sur Orgelz mais qu’est-ce qu’on s’en serait bien passé vous avez pas idée, suffisait de nous dire qu’il avait son clan avec quelques fidèles de son côté et c’est marre. L’idée d’avoir les Purrekos en train d’essayer d’arnaquer les gens j’avoue ça me fait marrer, y’a pas de petit profit comme on dit.

Karuto et son resto ça rentre dans la problématique globale du camouflage parce que bon Monsieur a des jambes de chèvre ?? C’est bien beau de nous parler sans relâche des potions de camouflage où va bien falloir nous expliquer d’où elles sortent vu qu’il y a plus les ingrédients, mais le bougre il va pas en avaler 6 par semaine pour tenir son resto ?? De même pour les faëries qui, on nous l’indique après, finissent par trouver un travail (avec quoi ? Quel numéro de sécu ? Quel compte bancaire ? Quelle identité ? Est-ce le BOAE qui leur fournit ça ? Si oui, une ligne pour le préciser ça coûte quoi ?), pour celleux comme Leiftan, Chù, Lance ou Hua, qui ont une apparence relativement humaine, ça va, mais si demain Jamon il veut devenir bénévole à la SPA il va faire quoi ?

Pareil l’alchimie c’est censé donner quoi ? Sur Eldarya c’est mélanger des ingrédients eldaryens en y infusant de la magie au moyen d’incantations le plus souvent, s’il y a plus de maana, comment ça peut fonctionner ? Comment on transfère l’alchimie eldaryenne à la Terre et à ses ingrédients ? Est-ce qu’il s’agira juste de faire des mélanges incongrus de plantes et PAF ça fait un nouveau médoc ? Parce que du coup ça a plus grand-chose à voir avec l’alchimie, que ce soit celle d’Eldarya ou celle qui a pu être pseudo-pratiquée sur Terre.

C’est donc au bout de quelques mois (???) que la Garde s’installe enfin parmi les faëries au lieu de leur faire traverser la ville pour aller au manoir et parler aux seigneurs. On a quelques phrases sur la situation globale entre quelques faëries agressé-e-s et se défendant et quelques humains s’installant au village.

Arrive la scène finale. Comme beaucoup, je pensais que CDC allait demander Erika en mariage, et j’avais aussi été perturbée par le dessert qui lui filait la nausée, et finalement, le gars lui dit juste « je t’aime » pour la première fois et lui propose de s’installer ensemble, fin, adieu, finito, sayonara, adios.

C’est… Expéditif et plat.

Je dis pas que demander à vivre ensemble c’est pas une grande étape dans la vie de couple au même titre qu’un mariage, mais c’est le côté « ah on est ensemble depuis l’épisode 9 et c’est que maintenant qu’on se dit ‘je t’aime’, » déjà pourquoi ça aussi ça arrive que maintenant on est toujours censé-e-s être dans une jeu de romance, ensuite bah « eh on habite ensemble ? » ; « oué ok allons là » ; « trop bien ! » (j’ai flippé sur la réponse mdr mais j’imagine que CDC répond pareil à chaque fois) avec simplement une illustration sans fond alors qu’on aurait pu avoir la vue d’ensemble du village dont ils parlaient juste avant, ça laisse un gros goût d’inachevé dans la bouche. La scène dure littéralement 30 secondes à peine, alors qu’elle conclut la saison, l’histoire et la romance entre notre perso et son CDC, du coup je pense que même si c’était mignon, on était en droit d’en attendre un peu plus.

Et c’est la fin de l’épisode !!!

… Mais désolée, c’est pas encore la fin de cet avis :’) J’aimerais m’attarder un peu sur l’aspect fin précipitée de notre histoire en faisant une petite comparaison.

« Oh non Nore tu vas encore nous casser les bonbons avec une analyse comparative qui n’intéresse que toi ?? u_u » Parfaitement !!! Moi ça me permet de mieux poser mes idées en les appuyant sur des exemples concrets, mais je mets ça dans une partie à part comme ça vous pouvez l’ignorer si ça vous chante :’)

Pour commencer, restons un peu sur Eldarya : qu’est-ce qui fait que cet épisode ne fait pas une conclusion satisfaisante ?

- Pas assez de temps : un seul épisode pour tout conclure, c’est très peu. Ce n’est pas mission impossible, mais la question est de savoir ce qu’on fait du temps qui nous est imparti, comme dirait Gandalf. Ce qui m’amène à mon deuxième point.

- Une focalisation mal choisie : la majorité de l’épisode se concentre sur les jours qui suivent l’arrivée sur Terre, et je pense que c’était une erreur, parce qu’alors vous vous retrouvez obligé-e-s de détailler des choses que vous ne pouvez pas expliquer de façon réaliste avec les contraintes que vous avez, à savoir le temps et le monde dans lequel les personnages évoluent.

- Des bases très mal construites : c’est pas nouveau, très peu de personnages ont leur relation développée au cours de l’histoire (et malheureusement ça n’inclut pas Erika et son CDC, dont la relation est excessivement creuse), le lore est très peu fouillé, et les éléments importants comme les portails, la magie et le maana ne sont pas cohérents. Comment apporter une conclusion à des points qui ne sont pas clairs de base ?

Maintenant, ma comparaison : j’ai choisi l’anime de 2003 de FullMetal Alchemist, déjà parce que j’aime bien mdr, et ensuite on parle d’un personnage vivant dans un monde fantasy relié à la Terre, et il se retrouve coincé sur Terre en passant par un portail compliqué, je me suis dit que c’était de circonstance 😆 De plus, l’histoire devait se conclure par une mini-série, mais par manque de temps, ça s’est fini avec un film, qui lui-même a été bien raccourci. J’ai pensé que c’était pertinent.

Je pense aussi que ça a son importance de préciser que si l’intrigue dans cet anime de manière générale tient une grande place, la focalisation se fait aussi énormément sur les personnages, leur développement et leurs relations les uns aux autres. Dans Eldarya, l’histoire tient une plus grande place, et si en soi c’est pas une mauvaise chose de choisir l’histoire par rapport aux persos, je m’interroge tout de même sur la pertinence de ce choix dans un otome, dont l’aspect principal est normalement la romance, et donc les relations entre personnages. Ici, au lieu d’avoir l’histoire mise en avant en complément de la romance, elle a été mise en avant au détriment de la romance. Et encore, on le sait, ça n’a même pas été exploité comme ça aurait pu l’être.

Surtout qu’en plus, cette saison a été beaucoup plus focalisée sur le texte pour des raisons évidentes, alors on aurait pu s’attendre à un développement de l’histoire et des dialogues pertinents, mais les choix ont été douteux 🙄

J’accélère, j’accélère (enfin j’essaie)

Concernant l’anime, l’un des premiers points que je veux comparer est le contexte dans lequel les personnages se retrouvent embarqués et la façon de gérer le tout. Je reconnais d’abord que la grosse différence c’est que dans FMA, Edward, le héros, se retrouve dans l’Allemagne des années 1920, et il est le seul à se retrouver dans la situation, à part son père au début du film puis son frère à la fin, ce qui n’a pas grand-chose à voir avec des milliers de faëries qui débarquent d’un coup dans un champ de patates.

Ensuite, faire débarquer un personnage en Allemagne il y a un siècle n’aura pas les mêmes conséquences pour le lecteur qu’un groupe de personnages dans ce qui est censé représenter notre époque, et très probablement la France. Dans les deux cas, le récit est très profondément ancré dans le contexte terrien : le film FMA se situe début novembre 1923 à Munich quelques jours avant le putsch, qui sera évoqué, il y a des institutions et des personnages historiques, et le contexte du NSDAP et de la traque de personnes Roms est central à l’histoire, et dans Eldarya on a tou-te-s repéré la myriade de références à la pop culture moderne, aux technologies que vous et moi utilisons tous les jours, à la bouffe, les décors nous sont particulièrement familiers, etc.

Ce qui veut dire qu’à la différence de FMA, il sera beaucoup plus facile pour le lecteur de repérer les anomalies dans le contexte d’Eldarya, puisque c’est littéralement le lieu et l’époque où l’on vit. Ça veut pas dire qu’il aurait fallu que les faëries débarquent à Munich en 1923, mais ça veut dire que bien ancrer un récit dans un contexte ça suffit pas, il faut aussi prendre en compte le fait que plus le contexte est proche de nous dans le temps et dans la culture, plus les lecteurs seront capables de l’analyser. C’est pour ça qu’on est déjà un certain nombre à avoir souligné tout ce qui ne va pas dans la gestion de l’arrivée des faëries : on connaît ce monde, on connaît Internet, on connaît les réseaux sociaux, beaucoup d’entre nous savons aussi que gérer une foule paniquée ne se fait pas aussi facilement, on sait donc que c’est irréaliste que tout se passe aussi bien sans que jamais la rumeur ne s’ébruite à grande échelle. Et le problème c’est que vous avez placé ça dans un contexte réaliste, qui ne colle pas avec le niveau d’improbabilité auquel on a eu droit dans l’épisode.

Est-ce que j’ai une solution magique pour que tout se passe tranquillement sans perdre trois heures avec des péripéties pour calmer des foules, faire taire des rumeurs mondiales et construire un village digne de ce nom ? Non, parce que je ne vois honnêtement pas dans quelle version de la Terre où le surnaturel et le merveilleux ne sont pas connus du grand public ça pourrait passer. Mais je pense qu’il y avait un moyen de limiter les dégâts : l’ellipse.

A la toute fin de l’anime, Edward est projeté sur Terre en 1921, à Londres de mémoire. Et le film se passe donc deux ans plus tard, dans un autre pays, où on peut voir qu’il s’est assez adapté pour passer pour un mec lambda juste un peu bizarre. Avec cette ellipse, pas besoin de se poser 36 questions sur ce qu’il a fait pendant deux ans, et on peut se concentrer sur l’intrigue du film, qui vaut ce qu’elle vaut, mais qui a le mérite de continuer d’explorer les thèmes de l’anime, qui apporte une fin aux persos, qui réussit même à en intégrer des nouveaux, et qui apporte une fin à l’histoire.

Est-ce que j’aurais pas voulu savoir comment son atterrissage sur Terre s’est passé alors qu’a priori il y arrive à moitié à poil avec un bras et une jambe arrachés ? Comment il a retrouvé son père planqué on ne sait où ? Comment il a appris l’allemand ? Comment il a rencontré son coloc ? Où il a trouvé le fric pour vivre et voyager ? Si, et je suppose que la mini-série prévue de base devait en parler, mais voilà, quand on a pas l’temps, ben on a pas l’temps.

C’est triste mais heureusement, les fanfictions existent.

Et pour moi, une ellipse au début de l’épisode 20 aurait permis de s’épargner beaucoup de problèmes. C’est une opinion personnelle et tout le monde ne sera sans doute pas d’accord, mais je pense que non seulement ça aurait peut-être permis de se concentrer sur d’autres trucs, mais ça aurait permis d’éviter d’écrire autant d’incohérences. On aurait sans doute pas pu en éviter si vous tenez absolument à partir du principe que les faëries ne seront pas découverts à l’échelle mondiale, mais au moins l’attention n’aurait pas été focalisée là-dessus et sur les autres détails qui ne font pas sens, de la gestion de l’arrivée à la construction du village, en passant par la prise nanardesque de la commanderie.

J’aurais pas été contre une mini-intrigue le temps de l’épisode, il aurait pu s’ouvrir sur de la narration qui explique que l’arrivée a été chaotique, les rumeurs n’avaient que difficilement été contenues, la commanderie avait été prise d’assaut par la Garde, etc, et avoir une ultime confrontation avec un Papounet qui se sera échappé, aura été trouver des Templiers j’sais pas où, baston et discours larmoyant sur la nécessité de cohabiter avec des gens qui n’ont rien demandé à personne, genre jsp ça se passe en ville et des humains en sont témoins, et c’est le début de la révélation des faëries au monde où malgré parfois des tensions les humains sont ok parce que y’a rien de mal non plus à une histoire qui finit bien, j’en sais rien j’invente n’importe quoi mais c’est pour dire qu’il y aurait eu plein de solutions possibles pour en faire un épisode intéressant, qui couvre le fait qu’Eldarya n’existe plus mais les faëries finissent par vivre en paix sur Terre (après partir sur une mauvaise fin moi j’m’en fiche ça me gêne pas ce qu’il faut c’est que ça tienne la route lol). Avec, on aurait bien aimé, une scène de fin entre Erika et CDC un peu plus fournie en émotions.

(D’ailleurs j’y pense mais la fin du film FMA c’est juste le héros qui part sur les routes avec son frère, mais y’a eu aussi deux ou trois OAV (mini-épisodes de quelques minutes à peine pour un anime) dont un où à la fin on voit Edward en 2005, et on a des plan sur des photos de son temps sur Terre, des souvenirs etc, et je me disais ça aurait été joli pour une illu de fin pour notre couple ? Bon pas forcément alors qu’ils ont 100 ans hein mais genre quelques années après entouré-e-s de souvenirs et de photos d’eux et/ou des copains ? Moi c’est mon kif ce genre de trucs mdr après voilà mais vraiment pour une illu de fin elle était quand même décevante. Très jolie, mais pas différente de toutes celles d’avant. J’ai l’impression qu’en plus cette saison il n’y a eu que très rarement des fonds originaux, le plus souvent c’est les persos collés sur une version flou d’un fond qu’on trouve en jeu.)

Oui y’a ce style aussi mais c’est pas les mêmes implications lol

Oui ça aurait été dommage de pas en savoir plus sur l’acclimatation des faëries, de comment on s’est organisé, de pas voir de baston pour la commanderie, ce qu’on veut, mais j’aurais préféré ça à essayer de se dépatouiller dans des choix qui, de toute façon, ne pouvaient pas fonctionner. Et bon, tout ça c’est sans compter sur les trucs qui auraient dû être réglés plus tôt, comme le fonctionnement du maana en général et sur Terre en particulier, ou développer le BOAE pour qu’on ait un minimum l’impression qu’ils peuvent s’organiser à l’internationale et fournir par exemple des papiers aux faëries, parce que là on dirait juste que les mecs ils viennent de débarquer et ils savent pas trop quoi faire de leur vie, quoi. Et ça, même dans notre épisode ça aurait pu être dit.

BREF, tout ça pour conclure que : écrire un épisode de fin quand on a pas le temps, non c’est pas facile, oui va falloir faire des choix, oui y’aura des frustrations, mais c’est pas mission impossible si on y met un peu de logique.

Ça y est, c’est la fin de notre aventure avec Erika, après quasiment neuf ans de bons et loyaux services. A priori c’est la fin de notre aventure à Eldarya tout court mais bon ça faudrait encore que ce soit confirmé officiellement ahem.

Qu’est-ce qu’on peut en conclure pour cette saison ?

1) L’écriture Je l’aurai évoqué plusieurs fois au cours de mes avis de A New Era, mais il est clair qu’un gros effort a été fait. En saison 1, on avait fini par nous parler de bêta-readers et de relecteurs, mais honnêtement je n’en avais jamais vu la couleur, car tout du long la rédaction était parsemée d’erreurs de grammaire et d’orthographe à un niveau qui frôlait la faute professionnelle, si vous voulez mon avis. Le contraste saisissant qu’on a pu voir à partir de l’épisode 30 (sur lequel est arrivé le nouveau scénariste, si j’ai bien compris) était plus que bienvenu de ce point de vue-là. C’était également beaucoup plus fluide à lire, même si sa manie de caser des mots obsolètes ou très peu usités n’était pas nécessaire (et pas toujours bien employée, n’en déplaise au scénariste).

Je dirai quand même un mot sur la gestion du ton. La saison 1 a commencé sur une ambiance très guillerette, un peu je-m’en-foutiste de la fin du monde imminente, pour plonger petit à petit dans une direction que l’on voulait qualifier de « mature » (mais on a déjà vu que ça avait été compliqué lol car je pense que les scénaristes de l’époque n’avaient pas forcément intégré qu’on ne rend pas une histoire « mature » simplement en y ajoutant des thèmes adultes et en tuant des enfants), et si en saison 2 on a pas eu vraiment de problèmes de pseudo-maturité en lâchant du pathos à tire-larigot, on a quand même souvent eu des soucis avec les scènes dramatiques qui sortaient de nulle part ou qui ne sont pas apparues quand il le fallait, une très mauvaise gestion des sentiments des personnages, ce qui nous donne une Erika qui n’évoque jamais Valkyon/Ezarel (j’imagine) en se cachant derrière une indisponibilité physique et émotionnelle (inventée de surcroît parce qu’elle aurait eu mille occasions d’y penser), ainsi que des persos qui la démontent parce qu’elle est en colère et qui ne sont JAMAIS contredits par l’histoire, à part un mot d’excuse à la toute fin parce qu’on gueule là-dessus depuis deux ans et demi.

2) Le scénario Très frustrant. Vraiment frustrant. Parce que y’avait de l’idée, à tous les stades de la saison. L’immeuble à Genkaku avec des humains coincés dedans et le background de Koori ? Incroyable. L’idée de failles entre les mondes avec le maana qui s’échappe et des trucs eldaryens qui disparaissent vers la Terre ? 10/10. Le retour sur Terre avec Papounet dans une organisation de Templiers avec des infos qui coïncident pas avec ce qu’on nous a dit sur Eldarya ? J’achète sans réfléchir. Mais à chaque fois, ça s’est éclaté par terre de façon hyper pathétique, parce que y’avait un méchant qui ressemble à rien, parce que l’arc se clôt aussi vite qu’il commence, parce que finalement c’est manichéen au possible alors que ça se donne toutes les peines du monde pour se faire passer pour nuancé, parce qu’on se retrouve bloqué par des incohérences liées à la saison 1 et/ou à l’absence totale de tentative de les redresser en saison 2. Du coup on se retrouve avec des ascenseurs émotionnels où on a l’ébauche de trucs construits et haletants, qui viennent se retrouver gâchés par votre impossibilité à prendre en compte le lore donné en saison 1, directement ou en essayant de le réparer, à écrire des antagonistes dignes de ce nom et à gérer le rythme du récit. Parce que désolée mais je me remets toujours pas du fait qu’on a perdu trois épisodes à rien faire dans le dernier quart de la saison, alors que l’intrigue ET la romance auraient pu en profiter.

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3) Les personnages On a bien assez parlé des antagonistes. Qu’en est-il des héros ?

- Erika : Les dieux soient loués, elle a beaucoup moins de réactions complètement idiotes et de remarques insultantes envers la notion même d’intelligence, mais c’est toujours pas ça. De plus, j’ai l’impression qu’elle n’a pas eu l’occasion de grandir en tant que personnage, et c’est un peu pareil pour beaucoup d’autres, en fait. De son réveil à la scène de fin de l’épisode, elle aura les mêmes réactions, les mêmes idéaux, et la seule conséquence de nos choix ce sera la teneur de ses discours à la commanderie et aux faëries, et d’autres détails sans grande influence. En tant que daemon je pense que ça a un intérêt, mais en tant qu’aengel, ça ne change rien à ce qu’elle était déjà en saison 1 : un ange représentant la pureté et la beauté du sacrifice, par opposition à l’« égoïsme » des daemons. Elle restera donc au final un personnage assez plat, que nous n’aurons pas eu beaucoup l’occasion de façonner, vu que nos choix de réponses nous apporte un sentiment de contrôle sur sa réaction sur le coup, mais ça ne changera rien à l’histoire, ni beaucoup de choses dans les dialogues avec les autres.

- Mathieu : Avant toute chose, c’est moi ou j’aurai été quasiment la seule personne à poster des avis suivant sa route ?? 😆 Le pauvre Mathieu est parti sur de mauvaises bases, parce que beaucoup ne voyaient pas d’intérêt à romancer un humain dans un monde fantasy. Je comprends le raisonnement, moi je suis partie un peu par défaut vers lui, mais pour moi c’était aussi évident qu’il allait avoir un gros secret à cacher. Ça s’est d’ailleurs révélé assez vite. Il a pas beaucoup évolué non plus, mais au moins on s’est éloigné de sa relation malsaine avec Koori. C’est d’ailleurs dommage que ça n’ait pas été réévoqué plus tard, une petite ligne ici ou là sur comment iels sont toujours ami-e-s mais sans s’envoyer d’insultes. Au final c’était le bon p’tit gars un peu marrant, naïf et qui balance les trucs comme ça lui vient, il casse pas trois pattes à un canard (si je puis me permettre) mais c’était pas un mauvais personnage non plus. Je ne regrette pas d’avoir testé sa route. Par contre j’admets toujours pas qu’on ne sache pas ce qui est arrivé à sa jambe.

- Nevra : Honnêtement ? Un de mes pref. Et j’aurais jamais pensé dire ça un jour, surtout alors qu’à sa première apparition il se prenait pour le perso trop dark et mystérieux qui te regarde en coin en marmonnant des menaces dans les ténèbres. Mais je préfère mille fois ça plutôt que la figure du séducteur/harceleur dans The Origins ; cet archétype ne m’intéresse absolument pas. Et il se révélera plus tard, surtout dans la deuxième moitié de la saison, être un leader charismatique qui sait donner des ordres et diriger une troupe en ayant la tête froide, et c’est appréciable, surtout quand c’est bien la première fois qu’on voit un chef digne de ce nom dans Eldarya.

- Lance : Bon, je vais pas revenir sur ce que je pense de sa réintroduction dans l’histoire, moi non plus j’ai plus le temps. Mais dans l’ensemble, son personnage était agréable à côtoyer. Il est similaire à Valkyon comme ça a déjà été noté, et j’aime bien les persos calmes x) Je pense que là le problème c’est surtout qu’il avait une personnalité trop proche de celle de Nevra : ferme, sérieux, en retrait, avec de la répartie. Il ne se démarquait pas assez de lui, et comme craint, il a perdu le sel de ce qui avait fait de lui un personnage attrayant en tant qu’Ashkore. Pour moi un perso comme ça c’est pas un souci, mais là il ressemblait trop à Nevra.

- Leiftan : Alors lui c’est la pire déception de la saison, genre c’est littéralement un personnage qui ne sert à RIEN. Non seulement il allait en mission sans y avoir sa place mais vraiment il a RIEN FAIT pour faire avancer l'histoire en fait, il aurait pas été là que ça n’aurait rien changé, j'ai l'impression que la seule fois où il a vaguement servi à quelque chose c'est quand il a buté tout le monde à la commanderie mais bon à part ça… Et encore, les seules conséquences que ça a eues c'est que Karenn et Chrome sont allé-e-s sur Terre et nous ont posé des questions après. Alors que les autres ont leur propre rôle au sein de la saison (Nevra est un bras droit/chef, il a Yaqut, Lance il a son passif, il participe aux missions et à l'action, Mathieu il est l'humain qui vient des templiers), Leiftan n’a rien à lui dans l'histoire en elle-même… Il participe pas à l'action, il participe à peine aux décisions, sa seule particularité c'est qu'il essaie de retrouver ses pouvoirs via la méditation, et encore selon nos choix il nous jarte quand on essaie de méditer avec lui mdr. J'aime pas le personnage mais c'est quand même con, c'est un CDC et il n'apporte absolument rien de concret à l'histoire, quoi.

- Les autres : Si Hua est moins mauvaise que Miiko comme cheffe, elle reste antipathique de mon point de vue. Elle cache des choses, elle n’a pas de considération pour Erika, et son gros problème vient surtout de l’adulation qui lui a été portée alors qu’au final elle n’a pas de rôle prophétique, et sa mort et sa résurrection resteront incompréhensibles. Au moins elle est moins insupportable que dans TO. Chrome est l’un de ceux qui m’auront le plus surprise en bien : il a toujours un rôle de comic relief, mais c’est beaucoup moins casse-pied et enfantin, même si ça n’empêche pas qu’il aura souvent été à l’origine de dialogues bouffe-maanas inutiles. Karuto aura été plus agréable aussi, le trope du bougon qui crie sur tout le monde ça va cinq minutes (et son histoire avec Cif aura été le gros point noir de son personnage). Ewe et Karenn auront été égales à elles-mêmes par rapport à la saison 1, la première comme médecin la tête sur les épaules, la seconde comme peste dont chaque réplique me donnait envie de lui clouer la bouche :’) Koori aura rapidement laissé tomber son petit jeu de séductrice qui ne devait pas amuser grand monde, pour au final devenir le personnage de bonne amie un peu extravagante mais mignonne quand même, et Chù aura été le personnage sérieux, très (trop ?) terre à terre, qui n’hésite pas à s’exprimer quand elle a quelque chose à dire (même si des fois c’est impoli ou juste bête), et son gros problème c’est qu’elle n’aura à aucun moment été contredite directement dans l’histoire sur son comportement avec Mathieu. Adalric était fun mais parfois sur-utilisé.

Courage on est presque au bout !!!

4) La romance Ah, le point qui fâche… Eldarya est décrit sur la page d’accueil comme un otome et un dating sim, ce qui implique, comme on l’a vu, que la romance doit tenir une place importante. Et comme on l’a vu aussi, ANE n’a rien à envier à TO sur ce point, puisque la romance peine à se faire sentir. Comme elle commence pareil pour tout le monde, c’est déjà très gênant quand on avait Ezarel ou Valkyon en CDC, ou bien qu’on choisit quelqu’un d’autre que Nevra/Leiftan alors qu’on l’avait avant, puisque les premiers signes arrivent très vite sans l’ombre d’une pensée pour l’ancien CDC, puis plus rien, puis « oh là là malgré mon expérience à Genkaku je réalise que ce mec est mignon hihi, » une vague phase de séduction sur laquelle on ne s’appesantit pas vraiment alors que globalement c’est un peu l’un des meilleurs trucs sur un otome, et après le premier baiser, la « romance » est représentée par des scènes de sexe sans saveur, sans romantisme, par d’occasionnels « je passai la nuit à parler avec CDC » et de vagues « il m’embrassa avant de partir en mission. »

Et c’est tout.

Ah ça le côté aventure et fantasy du contrat il est rempli, ça y’a aucun souci, mais le côté romance c’est peut mieux faire, alors que c’est un des deux arguments de vente du jeu. J’entends bien que c’est compliqué d’équilibrer les deux sans qu’il y en ait un qui passe au second plan, mais là y’a même pas eu de tentative d’équilibrage, en fait. Vous pouvez faire un jeu d’aventures moi ça me dérange pas, mais juste n’appelez pas ça un dating sim, parce que ça n’en est pas un. On a été extrêmement passif-ve-s en tant que joueurs/euses cette saison je trouve, les choix permettaient d’apporter un peu de saveur à nos réponses, mais ils ont eu beaucoup moins de répercussions dans les dialogues avec les autres persos qu’en saison 1. Ce qui est quand même sacrément ironique quand le focus de la saison a été sur les dialogues.

5) Les réponses aux interrogations Alors oui y’a les trucs avec lesquels je fais chier tout le monde comme la sépulture de Valkyon et la jambe de Mathieu, mais au final plein de détails n’auront jamais de réponses, ceci incluant des trucs de la saison 1. On saura jamais qui avait appris à Naytili à corrompre le Cristal, à un moment dans une vision Erika voyait un coffre mystérieux en lien avec Hua, on sait pas ce qui motivait personnellement Leiftan à détruire le Cristal, on a jamais rien su de son passé, on saura pas ce qu’était le dernier truc qu’il a fait juste avant qu’on rentre dans le Cristal, on saura pas comment Caméria a failli être une valkyrie, on saura pas pourquoi Karuto s’est pas marié, on saura pas ce qu’a écrit Koori, on saura pas ce que devient Papounet, on saura pas comment la magie fonctionne sans maana, ça va du détail qui permet de connaître un perso à des trucs de l’intrigue principale et ça me fume. Je comprends pas comment c’est possible, est-ce que personne n’a jamais relu les épisodes antérieurs ? Quelques trucs par-ci par-là osef, mais là il suffit de se pencher pour trouver un truc qui n’aura pas de réponse…

Une réponse qui me manque aussi c’est pourquoi y’a eu un CDC sur « Personne » vu que visiblement ça change absolument rien ?

Bon, rassurez-vous, je crois que j’ai fait le tour x)

C’était donc officiellement la fin d’Eldarya telle que nous la connaissons, l’histoire d’Erika est terminée. On n’attend plus qu’un mot de votre part pour officialiser la fin du jeu tout court, puisque c’est apparemment ce qui nous attend, mais les seules infos qu’on a viennent de screenshots d’échanges avec le support, disant que le jeu ne s’est pas relevé depuis l’incendie d’OVH et doit donc prendre fin. On aimerait bien juste savoir ce que ça signifie pour nous. Allez-vous vendre le jeu comme Cromimi ou le laisser dans un coin comme Ma Bimbo ?

Honnêtement on va pas se mentir, l’incendie n’a, à mon avis, fait que précipiter l’inéluctable. Je pense que tout le monde ici connaît au moins une personne qui a fait le choix de ne pas se recréer de compte au retour du site parce qu’iel n’était déjà plus convaincu-e par le jeu et/ou l’histoire (ou bien était trop dégoûté-e d’avoir perdu ses ressources plus ou moins bien acquises). Et quand il n’y a pas eu d’amélioration au niveau du contenu et de la communication, ça n’a pas aidé. Du coup ben pas étonnant que le jeu ne se soit pas relevé.

Je vais reprendre des trucs que j’avais dits dans mon avis sur l’épisode 30 quand je pensais que je jouerais pas à ANE : merci aux personnes qui ont eu la foi de lire mes pavés, et merci pour vos réactions ! Mon but n’a jamais été de basher pour basher parce que ça n’aide personne, mais je prends plaisir à l’exercice de l’analyse, et je pense qu’une œuvre qui se prend un minimum au sérieux comme Eldarya mérite qu’on essaie au moins de creuser un peu. Alors que j’en suis à la seizième page de cet avis, je me vexerai si on me dit que je ne suis pas une joueuse un minimum investie x)

Je n’ai pas toujours été aussi critique d’Eldarya, j’étais très hypée au tout début, et jusqu’à la fin il y aura eu des choses qui m’auront maintenue en jeu : des tropes qui m’intéressent, des familiers à attraper, des jolies tenues, des répliques cinglantes et des persos qui auront su être attachants. La nostalgie a beaucoup joué aussi, je suis sur le jeu depuis le début, je l’avais attendu après les teasers, et mine de rien je me suis beaucoup impliquée dans ces avis. Au final, le seul épisode que je n’aurai jamais commenté est le spin-off de Valkyon, je suis une fake fan :’)

Je remercie les personnes qui ont participé à l’élaboration des épisodes, parce que malgré mes râleries, bah si y’a personne pour faire les épisodes, y’a pas d’épisode à commenter x) Ça reste un gros travail, et je crois en l’amélioration, je ne désespère pas que la prochaine fois, ce sera mieux.

Petite mention spéciale à la musique, il n’y a personne de crédité donc je sais pas d’où elle sort mais il y avait de très bons morceaux, notamment celui de fin, c’est juste dommage que le bug persiste encore à ce jour.

Merci à toutes les personnes qui ont fait vivre le site, que ce soient les développeurs, les illustrateurs ou les membres actifs du forum. On ne sait pas encore ce qu’il va advenir d’Eldarya, mais malgré tout je ne regrette pas d’avoir participé à l’aventure, parce que je mentirais si je disais que je n’y avais pas passé de bons moments et que ça ne me fait rien que tout se termine.

Eh bien écoutez, si on se revoit pas, je vous souhaite à tou-te-s une très bonne continuation, continuez à être critiques même envers les œuvres que vous adorez, prenez soin de vous, prenez soin de vos proches, moi je vous laisse avec le même gribouillis nul que j’avais mis en fin d’épisode 30 parce que pourquoi pas, après tout x)

Au revoir, et peut-être à une prochaine fois vers d’autres horizons !

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Lena Luthor, Mon-El (Supergirl TV 2015), Alex Danvers, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: fast burn, Light Angst, Mon-el sucks in this fic, SuperCorp Family Summary:

Rhea's plan worked: Lena has a daughter from Mon-el. She tells no one and keeps it a secret until she makes up with Kara after their falling out. Kara teaches Lena's daughter Kryptonese and Mon-el has feelings about it.

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seeing that bolas2 is coming out in September may have possibly given me a bit of a will to live

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Priscilla Pig: ¿Qué sucedió con la princesa guerrera cool?

Peta Pig: ¡Nunca fui una princesa guerrera cool, Priscilla! Era una niña feliz y alegre cómo tú… hasta qué… Al-G y sus monstruos mataron a mamá.

Fuente: Star vs. las Fuerzas del mal (2015~2019)

[babydoslilo]

The new host

Ela estava sentadinha ao lado do mais velho apenas observando e cobiçando aquelas intenções que não eram direcionadas para si, a mulher sentada na frente deles com a mesa inteira de distância nem poderia imaginar como a colega de trabalho desejava que ela sumisse dali.

Essa oneshot contém: Harry mulher cis; Ltops; Degradation kink; Subspace e Overstimulation; Bitekink (mordidas).

WC: + 5.5k

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As luzes artificiais eram frias e fortes em seus olhos, as câmeras enormes escondiam os profissionais por trás e o teleprompter passava de forma rápida o roteiro que a boca carnuda e pintada de vermelho acompanhava com muito costume e agilidade. Os olhos verdes mal piscavam diante das tantas informações passadas e quem via de longe não conseguia notar o nervosismo transbordando o corpo branquinho e moldado pelo vestido lápis midi na cor preta. A peça tinha um decote formal em V, bem como uma tira grossa branca na cintura e o cumprimento beirava o joelho, mas parecia uma segunda pele de tão colada que ficava.

– Esse foi o programa de hoje, tenham uma boa noite e um ótimo final de semana! – finalizou com um sorriso brilhante e com as covinhas charmosas à mostra.

– E.. corta! – A voz masculina e até um pouco ríspida gritou, encerrando, assim, o primeiro de muitos dias de trabalho juntos. 

Harry é jornalista e apresentadora de uma grande emissora de TV e foi recentemente transferida para um outro programa, então era esperado que ela estivesse um pouco nervosa em seu primeiro dia. Mas apesar disso, seu profissionalismo e competência se mantiveram, mostrando a todos o porquê dela ser tão bem sucedida na profissão mesmo ainda jovem e com atitudes, fora das câmeras, um tanto polêmicas. 

A nova equipe de trabalho se mostrou bastante amigável e simpática, fazendo até mesmo uma mini festa de recepção à nova integrante do grupo. Além de Harry tinham poucas mulheres trabalhando ali, como já era esperado de uma produção em que se lida com tantos equipamentos pesados e em um meio ainda tão conservador, mas isso não a desanimou e logo já estavam apresentadora, maquiadora e a moça que cuida do áudio em uma conversa animada enquanto seguram seus copos de café e um pratinho com uns salgados mais finos do que estavam acostumadas.

O diretor do programa já tinha se apresentado a ela mais cedo e avisou que, por dirigir também algumas novelas, ele raramente ficava no set enquanto gravavam, mas deixou claro que o produtor era bastante responsável e desempenha com maestria ambos papéis, o de produtor do programa e diretor das filmagens. Restava saber agora, dentre tantos olhares de repúdio, desdém e desejo que ela recebia vindo dos homens que ali trabalhavam, qual deles tinha como dono o seu novo “chefe”.  

Os olhos azuis gélidos passaram o tempo todo observando a mais nova contratada. Louis olhava dos cabelos ondulados na altura dos seios até o salto alto preto que a mulher usava e não conseguia enxergar toda a admiração que as pessoas sentiam por ela. Certo que ela conseguia prender a atenção do telespectador, falava de forma eloquente, era bonita e tinha um corpo proporcional, mas não via o apelo por trás de mais um rostinho belo que escondia atitudes repulsivas.

Era de conhecimento geral a reputação da apresentadora, ela nunca foi imparcial ao dar notícias, fazia questão de demonstrar seus ideais políticos e sempre tentou inspirar e encorajar meninas que a assistiam a serem o que elas quiserem ser. O problema é que o fato de ter participado quando mais nova de uma banda popular e com músicas um tanto chulas não seria facilmente esquecido. Postar diversas fotos no instagram vestindo os biquínis da moda e pulando o carnaval de Salvador com o abadá servindo de saia e o busto coberto de glitter com duas tarjas tapando os mamilos, e só isso, também não conduzia a uma boa primeira impressão para Louis.  

– Louis Tomlinson, produtor do programa e sou eu quem dirige as coisas por aqui a maior parte do tempo. – se apresentou, não fazendo questão de soar gentil ou mesmo de abrir um sorriso. A mão estava estendida na altura das costas que tensionaram ao ouvir a voz atrás de si e logo o corpo mais alto girava devagar em sua direção. 

– Olá! – Ela não se deixaria intimidar por nenhum homem com síndrome de superioridade então abriu um sorriso estonteante e apertou a mão do outro. – Harry Styles, nova apresentadora, mas você já deve saber. – tentou brincar para amenizar o clima, pena que não deu tão certo. Parece que senso de humor não é o forte do mais baixo, ela só espera que ele faça o trabalho direito. 

Algumas informações essenciais foram trocadas, nada de conversa fiada, e logo cada um se despediu do pessoal que ainda restava na sala e foram para suas respectivas casas. O programa passaria todas as quartas e sextas, sendo que na sexta era ao vivo e eles se veriam pelo menos três vezes por semana já que o roteiro apresentado na quarta seria gravado antes e eles deviam estar à disposição enquanto exibem para o caso de haver algum imprevisto e precisarem improvisar. 

Ou a convivência tornaria essa relação mais fácil ou eles iriam se detestar fervorosamente assim que as câmeras fossem desligadas. 

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Os dias passaram como a água de um rio, quem tá de longe não percebe o movimento, mas quem está dentro dele tentando nadar vê a força e rapidez da correnteza.  As filmagens iam bem, a nova “cara” do programa teve uma enorme aceitação por parte do público e, com isso, o clima no ambiente de trabalho foi se tornando mais amigável e confortável. 

Apesar de ter se aproximado de todos os colegas de trabalho, Harry ainda sentia um tom de impessoalidade nas falas de Louis direcionado apenas a ela. Ele era o único que não deu espaço para uma simples conversa, eram só cumprimentos educados ao chegar e sair com acenos de cabeça nada mais do que frios. Toda essa aura distante do mais velho só servia para despertar na mulher uma coceirinha no fundo do ego conhecida como curiosidade. 

Harry e Emilly, a maquiadora baixinha das bochechas fofas e olhos puxados revelando a descendência asiática, estavam conversando sobre assuntos triviais enquanto uma fina camada de pó solto era passada na pele quase pálida para que nada além de um aspecto saudável seja refletido nas câmeras quando a luz forte fosse ligada. 

– Então, me conta, qual é a desse cara? – a mudança brutal de assunto foi acompanhada por sobrancelhas franzidas e um tom mais baixo na voz. Os olhos verdes estavam semicerrados analisando cada micro-expressão no rosto de Louis: a barba rala o dava um aspecto mais sério, uma postura de homem; a pele dourada pelo sol parecia brilhar mesmo que as luzes não estivessem direcionadas a ele; o cabelo meio bagunçado contradiz o olhar rígido e sério, como se tudo o que passou por ali foram os dedos tatuados jogando os fios lisos para frente e para o lado. Era intrigante e intimidante ao mesmo tempo. 

– Quem? O senhor Tomlinson?! – a menina parou de retocar os pontos do batom nude que passava para encarar o homem um pouco atrás dela que folheava alguns papéis. – Ele é bem gentil, na verdade. Eu trabalho aqui há alguns anos e nunca ouvi ninguém reclamar, porque?

– Sim, eu não sei.. tem alguma coisa nele, a gente não trocou mais que duas frases desde que cheguei. – pausou a fala para deixar a amiga terminar seu trabalho, mas a conversa não ia parar ali. Harry queria todas as informações e detalhes que pudesse arrancar. – Pode ser só uma impressão errada né, só que parece que ele faz questão de não se aproximar de mim. Você não percebeu nadinha mesmo?

– Assim.. não é como se ele fosse melhor amigo dos funcionários, entende?! – os olhos castanhos vasculharam a sala para garantir que ninguém mais ouviria o que ela compartilhava. – Acho que a única pessoa que ele trata realmente diferente aqui é ela – apontou discretamente para a loira que ficava com fones gigantes cuidando de cada detalhe do áudio nas filmagens, – digo, ela não é privilegiada aqui dentro nem nada, mas parece que ele tem uma quedinha pela vizinha há algum tempo.. bom, acabamos aqui e eu não te falei nada, ouviu?!

Harry acenou satisfeita com a cabeça enquanto uma covinha se afundava na bochecha esquerda, agora ela finalmente tinha uma coisa que poderia usar para se aproximar do mais velho e quebrar de uma vez por todas essa má primeira impressão. Ajudar ele a conquistar a loirinha seria uma ótima oportunidade.

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O plano não era tão mirabolante assim, Harry só começou a puxar os assuntos mais triviais possíveis cada vez que se encontravam pelo estúdio e um deles, intencionalmente, foi a colega de trabalho que descobriu ser o interesse amoroso do mais velho. De primeira, ele não ficou à vontade para compartilhar informações tão pessoais com a novata, mas a carinha compreensiva e manipuladora dela conseguiu convencê-lo a se abrir.   

Foi assim que deram início a uma espécie de amizade, talvez um pouco distorcida para o homem que só queria a ajuda de alguém que provavelmente sabe mais que ele sobre o que as mulheres se atraem, e distorcida também para Harry que só não aguentava mais ser tratada de maneira diferente por algum preconceito sem fundamento que o outro tinha. Seria benéfico para ambos então. 

– Além de trabalharem juntos, vocês são vizinhos e você nunca falou com ela? É inacreditável. – Harry disse em uma de suas conversas. 

– Eu só não queria parecer um daqueles patrões que assediam as funcionárias, tá legal? E talvez eu não seja tão bom vizinho assim.. a gente sequer se esbarra pela rua. – a fala de Louis foi tão resignada que despertou algumas ideias na cabecinha ondulada. 

– Uma semana na sua casa e pelo menos um jantar com ela eu garanto. – o tom era de brincadeira mas eles não tinham nada a perder e com um dar de ombros Louis aceitou. 

Simples assim e a cacheada já estava devidamente instalada na casa do mais velho para ajudá-lo com esse pequeno problema. A residência fazia jus ao salário que Louis devia receber, era grande e espaçosa, bem decorada com móveis práticos e modernos e pela quantidade de quartos que tinha era impossível violar a privacidade do outro com sua humilde presença. Além disso, não é como se a garota fosse passar dos limites e abusar da hospedagem alheia agindo como se estivesse em casa.

As dicas que ela dava ao menor eram sutis, coisas como oferecer um café no trabalho, uma carona quando saíssem mais tarde, sorrir mais quando se despedirem na porta e, quando Louis estivesse mais confiante, chamar a vizinha para um café da tarde ou um jantarzinho depois do expediente. Por incrível que pareça estava tudo dando certo e Louis ficava cada vez mais satisfeito com essa nova amizade que estava rendendo bons frutos em sua vida pessoal. Ele até chamou a moça para um café em sua própria casa, aproveitando que a cacheada ainda estaria lá para ajudá-lo caso fizesse alguma besteira ou ficasse sem assunto. 

É..

Talvez não tenha sido tão boa ideia assim. Harry estava um tanto desconfortável sentada naquela mesa servindo de companhia para o casalzinho. A luz do sol iluminava parcialmente a mesa redonda disposta na varanda em que eles estavam, a toalha branca no centro e as cadeiras de ferro davam um charme ao local, bem como os diversos salgados e bebidas encomendadas. De qualquer forma, parecia um grande investimento para um simples lanche da tarde e talvez a cacheada estivesse com algum ciúme ou inveja da situação. 

O jeito que Louis sorria para a outra mulher, o olhar viajando por todo o corpo dela como um flerte mal disfarçado, a postura dele relaxada e com as pernas abertas no estofado da cadeira e a língua rosa que despontava no canto da boca fininha a cada sorriso que Louis dava.. tudo isso estava provocando sensações controversas no corpinho e mente de Harry. Ela estava sentadinha ao lado do mais velho apenas observando e cobiçando aquelas intenções que não eram direcionadas para si, a mulher sentada na frente deles com a mesa inteira de distância nem poderia imaginar como a colega de trabalho desejava que ela sumisse dali.

A mais nova estava tão perdida em seus pensamentos confusos que não notou a colega pedindo licença para ir ao banheiro e só quando Louis pousou a mão quentinha em suas pernas desnudas foi que ela voltou a prestar atenção na realidade. Ele falava alguma coisa mas seus ouvidos pareciam tapados e ela só conseguia acompanhar com os olhos aquela boca se movendo e os olhos azuis concentrados em si. O lábio carnudo de Harry foi preso entre os próprios dentes e a garganta estava cada vez mais seca.. seria possível que o mais velho passou a ser tão atraente assim do nada ou ela simplesmente precisava de um incentivo, ou uma concorrência, para se tocar?! Tais pensamentos não paravam de surgir e poluir a cabecinha cacheada que em um impulso percebeu ter se aproximado o suficiente do outro para estar em pé entre as pernas dele.

– Ei, você tá bem? O que houve? – os olhos confusos passeavam por todo o corpo branquinho, procurando por algum problema visível que justificasse aquelas reações estranhas dela.

– Tudo bem, eu só.. – com o foco ainda nos lábios alheios, Harry apoiou as mãos delicadas nos ombros de Louis. Cada vez mais perto, os peitinhos durinhos quase se esfregavam no rosto confuso dele. – É que você fica tão gostoso flertando.. tão sexy.. e eu não sei como não tinha percebido isso antes. 

Foi estranho e lisonjeiro para Louis ouvir isso da mais nova. Ele não sabia que era desejado dessa forma por ela, mas aqueles olhares que recebia agora e o corpinho quase grudado ao seu estava deixando-o, de repente, quente. As mãos bronzeadas subiram e tomaram lugar no quadril da garota, a saia jeans que ela usava com uma blusinha clara e casual deixavam muitos pedaços de pele à mostra, o que fez a boca de Louis salivar com o desejo de marcar aquela pele macia por completo. Os dedos apertaram tanto a cinturinha fina com esse pensamento que sentiu seu pau começar a endurecer e marcar a bermuda preta que ele usava ao que Harry não conseguiu, ou não quis, segurar um ofego. 

Quando barulhos de passos foram ouvidos cada vez mais próximos e notando que a meia ereção podia ser facilmente notada, Harry tomou mais uma decisão no impulso e virou rapidamente sentando no colo do mais velho como se aquilo fosse o normal entre eles. Talvez ela seja mestre em tomar decisões impensadas.

O corpo quente embaixo de si ficou tenso no mesmo instante e os olhos azuis levemente arregalados viajavam entre o próprio colo, que agora continha uma bunda grande e redondinha lhe pressionando, e a outra mulher que pareceu confusa com o desenvolvimento daquela tarde mas continuou gentil e sem encarar muito a posição dos outros dois em sua frente. O constrangimento que a cacheada sentiu ao se dar conta do que acabou de fazer só não foi maior do que o aperto em suas coxas por baixo da mesa, onde não podiam ser vistos, e definitivamente não era maior do que a ereção cada vez mais evidente entre suas bandinhas macias do bumbum.

O assunto que o ex-futuro casal ainda conversava entrou em total desfoque para a mais nova e tudo que ela conseguia ouvir era o próprio coração batendo rápido e bombeando mais sangue para sua grutinha que piscava querendo sentir aquele contorno não sob a calcinha, mas sim dentro dela. A região ali estava cada vez mais quente e era impossível se manter quieta, por isso Harry passou a se esfregar bem devagarzinho e quase inconscientemente no colo do moreno. As pernas embaixo dela eram tão duras e tensas, os dedos apertando suas coxas branquinhas e quadris pareciam querer arrancar a pele para lhe sentir ainda mais perto, tornando a cacheada apenas um monte de células desesperadas em busca do próprio prazer.

Ela estava tão desconexa que quase chorou de felicidade e alívio quando notou estar, finalmente, sozinha com Louis. A vizinha tinha ido embora e Harry sequer faz ideia se conseguiu pelo menos se despedir ou se apenas passou pela humilhação de parecer uma cachorrinha no cio se esfregando no amigo enquanto ele estava, ou era pra estar, flertando com outra.

– É tão dificil assim se controlar? Você estava praticamente se engasgando para eu te foder e nem se importaria se eu fizesse na frente dela, não é? – o rastro quente que a mão dele deixava enquanto subia e descia pela extensão das pernas nuas, arrepiou todos os pelinhos que Harry nem imaginava ter. 

As bochechas coraram rapidamente com a insinuação e o calor se espalhou pelo rosto e pescoço enquanto o melzinho deixava uma sensação engraçada ao que ela sentia escorrer uma maior quantidade cada vez que o mais velho era duro e rígido com ela. 

As mãos fortes em um instante levantaram o corpo totalmente entregue da garota que estava, agora, em pé de costas para Louis e Harry deu um pulinho assustado quando viu a mesa posta completamente arrumada ser desfeita de uma vez quando o menor passou o braço por ela sem se importar com os pratos e talheres quebrando no chão. Os lábios vermelhinhos se abriram em choque e a língua rosada parecia inchada, produzindo cada vez mais saliva no desejo de lamber e babar todo o corpo magrinho do homem atrás de si.

Após ter liberado espaço suficiente na mesa, Louis finalmente pôde ter disposto ali algo que realmente lhe daria fome quando jogou sem cuidado algum o corpo de Harry na mesa. A bundinha marcada pela saia estava na quina, uma bela visão a ser apreciada, e os peitinhos marcados pela blusa fina se arrastavam pela renda da toalha de mesa. Os olhos verdes vidrados em si deixavam o menor um tanto orgulhoso e prepotente, sem acreditar que conseguiu dobrar aquela mulher tão intimidante das telas. 

– Já está tão afetada.. eu consigo ver a mancha que tá deixando na sua calcinha como a boa putinha que você é. – E como se quisesse provar um ponto, Louis abaixou a saia e calcinha até os joelhos que tremiam em ansiedade e tesão. Como um produtor, ele entendia sobre enquadramentos e coisas boas de serem vistas e apreciadas, e aquela imagem da pele branquinha e redonda totalmente exposta para ele, definitivamente era uma das melhores cenas do mundo.

– Louis f-faz alguma coisa logo.. por favor – a situação chegava a ser a mais patética da vida da cacheada se ela parasse para analisar. Estava totalmente molhada e rendida por um cara que era, supostamente, interessado em outra, sem contar o fato de estar totalmente exposta em plena luz do dia para ele. Porra, ela parecia um banquete só esperando ser devorado. 

– Por que eu faria algo? Até onde eu sei uma vadia exibida como você já deve ter rodado a cidade inteira e eu não curto dividir. – ele percebia como aquela conversa suja estava deixando Harry insana pelos gemidos que ela não conseguia conter e choramingos que escapavam entre eles. Louis queria deixá-la muito sensível e as gotas transparentes escorrendo pelo interior das coxas pálidas eram um indicativo que estava no caminho certo. 

A cacheada queria responder à altura e mostrar que Louis não era tanta coisa assim.. mas tudo que ela conseguia fazer era gemer de forma manhosa e soltar uma série de “por favor” sussurrados. Os olhos verdes estavam fechados e as mãos delicadas da garota estavam estendidas juntas acima da cabeça, totalmente entregue. Louis não tinha forças o suficiente para resistir àquilo. 

Os dedos gordinhos deslizaram quentes por toda a bundinha exposta até chegar na grutinha que pingava, os dígitos marcaram cada pequena dobrinha molhada até chegar no pontinho inchado que fez a mais nova dar um sobressalto e gemer ainda mais alto. Louis brincava ali tão devagar.. tão levinho que Harry queria gritar de frustração. Os joelhos enfraquecidos estavam cansados de sustentar o peso pela posição e ela estava a um passo de se deixar cair e só receber tudo o que o outro estivesse afim de dar. 

Harry se sentia nas nuvens e no inferno ao mesmo tempo. Ela queria sempre mais e estava insatisfeita com a calma e paciência de Louis, mas agradecia com a voz falhada a cada toque que lhe era dado. Louis estava delirando com essa entrega total.

– Você quer que eu te foda com os meus dedos, não quer?! Tenho certeza que passou a tarde toda imaginando isso enquanto fingia conversar normalmente.. – falou já levando dois dos seus dedos até a entradinha que latejava e piscava sem parar. – Veio com essa história de me ajudar.. – enfiou de uma só vez, o mais fundo que conseguiu, e a cacheada soltou um grito. – Dormiu por dias na minha casa.. – estocou bruto mais uma vez. – Tudo na intenção de sentar no meu pau como uma vagabunda.

– Não.. eu- eu n- hmm.. – lágrimas despontaram do cantinho dos olhos bonitos e o cérebro dela parecia ter derretido assim como sua boceta. 

Louis continuou estocando com os seus dedos na entradinha apertada e febria, reduzindo a velocidade e força cada vez que a menina se mostrava mais inquieta e próxima do orgasmo. Os quadris rebolavam doloridos pela pressão contra a madeira, o rosto caído contra o local já tinha marcas fixas do tecido branco, os mamilos rígidos ardiam sensíveis com o atrito e os braços e pernas sem força alguma traziam a ideia de imobilização que Harry não imaginava gostar tanto. 

Perdida nas sensações físicas e mentais que estava sentindo, ela não conseguiu sequer gemer ao que uma ardência se esgueirou pela superfície da sua bundinha. A quentura no local passou rápido e logo deu espaço para o arrepio que o vento gelado, por estarem em um local aberto, causou. Louis não conseguiu se controlar e deu uma mordida na pele branquinha, afinal aquela parte tão gordinha e macia da cacheada parecia implorar por isso. Harry ainda tinha lágrimas secas no rosto e novas brotando nos olhos quando Louis passou a marcar com mordidas e chupões bem fortes cada pedaço a vista enquanto deixava de estocar os dedos para esfregá-los bem forte no clitóris. A mistura entre dor e prazer, submissão e entrega total fez a cacheada gozar forte fechando com afinco os dedos da mão, contraindo os músculos e revirando os olhos. 

Observar a boquinha judiada aberta em um gemido mudo quase fez Louis gozar nas calças, mas ele ainda tinha muito para aproveitar daquele corpinho que, por enquanto, estava ao seu dispor. 

– Levanta, eu não acabei com você ainda. Quero essa bocetinha de puta recebendo meu pau bem gostoso agora, vem.

– Eu não consigo.. Lou, eu não.. – o estado dela era lastimável por tão pouco, mas ninguém podia julgá-la.

– Vadiazinha preguiçosa – riu com um escárnio encenado – Estava se esfregando no meu pau como uma cadela, agora não consegue se levantar e eu nem te comi apropriadamente ainda..

Louis pegou Harry no colo, manuseava ela tão fácil quanto uma boneca de pano e a garota não ousava reclamar, ele tirou as próprias roupas e as peças que faltavam de Harry com pressa. O corpo molinho e cansado foi deitado no sofá da sala e logo as pernas longas estavam suspensas, apoiadas nos ombros largos do mais velho. 

O pau grande estava a tanto tempo duro que doeu quando Louis movimentou a própria mão pela extensão, latejava e expelia pré porra só com a visão da garota toda aberta para si, sem nenhum empecilho ou barreira. Aproximou a glande arroxeada até a entradinha vermelha e acabada de Harry, não demorando até enfiar toda a extensão ali. 

A entrada abrupta esquentou e esticou o canal apertado, deixando a mais nova ainda mais sensível. Harry teve suas pernas juntas novamente quando Louis, com toda a ereção no ponto mais profundo da menina, cruzou ambas as pernas e recostou elas no ombro direito, tendo agora a visão dos grandes lábios gordinhos apertando ainda mais seu cacete e, consequentemente, apertando também o clitóris dela. 

Foder com ela assim, tão mais apertada e mais suscetível a o que o mais velho quisesse fazer, era um incentivo e tanto para Louis arranhar com mais força as unhas nas coxas suspensas e apertar com propriedade os montinhos duros que eram os mamilos rosados de Harry. Parecia que ela poderia aceitar tudo o que fosse pedido naquele momento e Louis se viu aumentando a velocidade e angulando o quadril em quase um rebolado enquanto o sofá rangia pela movimentação. 

As respirações pesadas e grunhidos do fundo da garganta dos dois poderiam ser ouvidos de qualquer cômodo da casa e Harry se sentia cada vez mais próxima de uma novo orgasmo, com o diferencial que sua florzinha já estava sensível por ter gozado uma vez e que o pontinho especial já estava sendo apertado há alguns minutos pela posição. O pau grosso estocando rápido e fundo dentro de si, bem como os gemidos roucos do mais velho e o corpo bronzeado em sua frente brilhante pelo suor também não facilitavam a situação.

– Louis!! Eu- eu não consigo mais segurar.. porra, hm..

–  Goza, babe. Quero uma putinha bem obediente gozando gostoso no meu pau. 

Ele sentiu exatamente o momento em que os músculos internos e externos da mais nova se tensionaram e logo depois relaxaram completamente enquanto todo o corpinho deitado tremia e tinha espasmos. A intensidade que Harry gozou foi tanta e tão forte que tirou toda a energia restante dela, deixando os olhos pesados, ouvidos tapados e a bocetinha dormente. A sessão de humilhação e restrição de movimento que passou pela primeira vez sobrecarregaram o corpo e mente da cacheada em um nível que ela nunca tinha experimentado. Se sentia tão longe e tão desesperada por não conseguir sentir mais o membro de Louis lhe invadindo que um choro alto saiu rasgando a garganta e os olhinhos fechados enquanto ela dizia várias vezes que queria ele mais perto e que não conseguia senti-lo. 

Louis ainda estocava lentamente quando notou o estado de transe da maior e perdeu a batalha para si mesmo ao ver o rostinho bonito manchado pelas lágrimas e o desespero da menina que tinha a entradinha tão acabada e dormente que não sentia mais ele lá dentro. Os rastros quentes da porra branquinha mancharam o interior e escorreram pela pele marcada de Harry ao que Louis gozou forte com a cabeça jogada para trás e os olhos fechados com força. 

A garota ainda soltava alguns choramingos e grunhidos baixinhos quando ele se retirou e juntou as pernas pesadas e exaustas sobre os braços fortes, apoiando também as costas suadas e a cabeça com os cabelos bagunçados em seu peito, levando ela em direção ao seu próprio quarto.

– Eu vou cuidar de você agora, você foi muito boa pra mim bebê.. pode descansar.

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- Em trinta minutos começamos pessoal! - deu duas palmas e se encaminhou até a cacheada que estava de canto o observando - Harry, posso falar com você um minutinho? - agarrou suavemente o antebraço dela, notando a pele macia se arrepiar ao toque, e a levou até a sala ao lado que funcionava como um pequeno escritório de Louis. 

O corpinho pecaminoso foi pressionado com força na madeira assim que a porta fechou. Os cachos caíam no rosto e grudavam no gloss que ela usava, o rosto pressionado na porta estava arruinando a maquiagem perfeita que tinha finalizado há pouco, os peitos gordinhos esmagados pela posição faltavam pular pelo decote e a bundinha era rodeada por duas mãos que a deixava cada vez mais empinada. 

- Louis! A gente não pode fazer isso aqui, oh, porra.. - Harry perdeu totalmente o raciocínio, bem como as forças nas pernas, quando sentiu o corpo firme em suas costas. A calça social que o outro usava não a impedia de sentir o pau totalmente duro e grande esticando o tecido e se esfregando na bundinha ainda coberta.  

- Caladinha, você não quer que seus colegas de trabalho descubram a vagabunda que você é né? Nós vamos ser rápidos, babe. 

O suor já se acumulava dentro do blazer preto estampado que a mais nova usava e a saia lápis precisou ter toda a resistência que a própria Harry não tinha para resistir à puxada que Louis deu. O tecido se acumulou na cintura, deixando exposta a pele macia modelada por uma minúscula calcinha de tecido preto quase transparente e tão frágil que seria muito satisfatório vê-la rasgar. 

Em algum lugar do cérebro enevoado, Harry lembrou que a porta não estava trancada e que há poucos passos dali tinha um cômodo cheio com pessoas esperando por eles, mas ao sentir Louis se ajoelhar no chão e a respiração quente dele bater em sua bocetinha ao que os dedos grossos afastaram a calcinha para o lado, ela não conseguia realmente se importar com mais nada. A sua única preocupação de agora em diante seria conter os gemidos, tarefa que percebeu ser muito difícil assim que a língua molinha deixou um rastro molhado por toda sua intimidade.

A grutinha expelia mais lubrificação a cada vez que a barba de Louis roçava e ardia na pele sensível das coxas branquinhas, seu melzinho caindo direto na língua rosada que fazia questão de chupar tudo e não deixar escapar nenhum resquício. Louis rodeava de levinho o clitóris com a língua só para deixar a cacheada inquieta desejando um contato mais forte e quando percebia o quadril se movimentar buscando mais daquilo, ele alternava os movimentos passando a penetrar só a pontinha da língua na entradinha sensível que não parava de contrair. 

- Lo- Lou, vai.. me come, por favor.. - os gemidos saiam desesperados, ainda que em sussurros. 

- Não consegue mesmo esperar uns minutinhos né, tão desesperada pelo meu pau.. tsc tsc - estalou a língua na boca negando com a cabeça enquanto voltava a ficar de pé.  As mãos eram ágeis ao desafivelar o cinto e abrir o zíper, colocando só a ereção completamente sensível para fora. As veias grossas rodeavam a base, pulsando cada vez mais sangue para o local. - Eu vou te foder bem forte agora e você vai ficar bem quietinha, ouviu?! Vou te deixar escorrendo minha porra para todo mundo perceber como você é uma putinha dando pra o seu chefe minutos antes de uma gravação. 

Harry mal terminou de assentir rapidamente com a cabeça quando sentiu a glande quente e gorda passando por toda sua intimidade, captando todo o melzinho que escorria para facilitar a penetração. O frio na barriga e os tremores nas pernas pela adrenalina não tiveram espaço ao que todo o corpo dela foi preenchido por puro deleite e excitação ao ser alargada pouco a pouco por Louis. 

Os olhos verdes foram pressionados, assim como os lábios foram mordidos e Louis só deu um tempo para a garota se acostumar com a invasão quando sentiu as bolas pesadas baterem no clitóris inchadinho. Harry sentia o pau grande o mais profundo possível pela posição e seu canal contraia ao mesmo ritmo da respiração descompassada, deixando ambos enlouquecidos e desesperados para gozar.

Os sons eram quase inaudíveis, afinal não era só Harry que estava se esforçando para não serem tão altos, mas as respirações pesadas e o barulho das peles batendo eram impossíveis de controlar. Assim que Louis pegou o primeiro impulso, socando forte e duro na entradinha apertada, o que se seguiu foi uma série de estocadas rápidas e certeiras deixando, consequentemente, a pele avermelhada pelo atrito com o quadril ainda vestido do menor e as bolas cheias de porra se chocando com o pontinho especial dela pareciam tapas a deixando a beira de um orgasmo. 

- Você é tão gostosa, babe.. Eu queria que todo mundo visse o quanto sua bocetinha me aguenta tão bem - sentiu a nuca se arrepiar ao tê-lo falando assim baixinho ao pé do ouvido, e a pele ali parecia tão deliciosa que Louis não se conteve em deixar diversas marquinhas que ficariam arroxeadas depois. 

- An..  não, não me marca.. por favor.. isso não pode aparecer.. hmm.. Louis! 

- Shh.. tá tudo bem, ninguém vai ver, você vai pedir pra sua amiguinha cobrir com maquiagem depois.. e quando ela perguntar o que houve você vai dizer que gosta de ser marcada enquanto eu te fodo. - finalizou a fala encontrando um pedaço do pescoço branquinho que ficaria lindo ostentando uma bela mordida. 

Por isso rodeou um dos braços até tocar pela frente o clitóris sensível, fazendo movimentos rápidos e circulares, enquanto cravou os dentes do lado direito do pescoço de Harry, passando a língua logo depois para amenizar a dor. 

As sensações tão fortes se misturaram e foram tão bem recebidas pela mais nova que o orgasmo não pôde ser impedido. As pernas longas num instante se juntaram prendendo ainda a mão do mais velho, o quadril teve tantos espasmos que o pau de Louis só não saiu dela porque a bocetinha se contraiu o apertando lá dentro, tomando para si toda a porra que ele jorrou ao gozar. 

A testa suada com os fios lisos grudados foi apoiada nas costas de Harry enquanto eles tentavam controlar a respiração e o ritmo cardíaco, sabendo que o resto como roupas amassadas, cabelos despenteados e maquiagem borrada não daria pra disfarçar. Se ajeitaram o máximo possível e voltaram para o estúdio, mas antes de tomarem suas devidas posições, Louis disse: 

- Cuidado para não parecer tão inquieta.. espero que ninguém perceba minha porra escorrendo pelas suas pernas.

[solshifts]

Introduction! ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Hello everyone!! My name is Solaris or Sol for short and I am new to Shifting Tumblr. I am currently 21 and majoring in graphic design at my university! I discovered shifting due to shiftok in 2020 and have stuck with it since !! I've had two accidental shifts to an alt CR but, not to my DR unfortunately but I know I'll get there soon!! I'll list some of my DRs below and you guys can see if we have anything in common<3. ♡ 1. Streamer DR : This is my main DR. I adore it with my life. I used to always want to be a streamer back in my 2020 Minecraft SMP eras (Which I'm not in anymore </3). I am a variety streamer in this one and mostly stream minecraft, cooking/baking streams, and also just chatting and roblox raids of course!! My best friend is Quackity andd my love trope is childhood best friends to lovers(hehe, My favorite trope). ♡ 2. Descendants DR : I'm still in the process of finishing my script for this one!! So far I am the daughter of Cinderella and sister to Chad Charming( I'm the smart one of course ;) ). My name is Caitlin Charming and my best friends are Mal, my irl bestie Mae, Evie, Carlos, Jay and many many many more!! I do have a crush interest in this DR so I'll let ya'll guess who it is! ♡ 3. H2O DR : This one is pretty self explanatory LOL. Like be a mermaid and be friends with mermaids and swim and explore the ocean while trying to balance a regular life, like c'mon that sounds so fun!!

♡ 4 .WolfBlood DR : This one I feel like is a rare DR amongst shifters so if you have this as one of your DRs please hmu LOL. WolfBlood has always been my comfort show on Disney when it first launched in 2012 and I've always wanted to be a werewolf who lives among humans and I just think this one would be so fun (except for Shannon trying to find out what the 'beast on the moors' is, seems nagging. I've redone my script 20 times for this one so bare with me as I sort out the details </3. ♡ 5. Better CR DR : This one is also self explanatory, I just feel like a better CR is definitely what I want AND need. Better friend group, going out and having fun, going on adventures, having money, having good grades alll the time, having talents like singing and/or drawing etc; and marrying who your dream person is. Glad shifting came into my life because I loveee having a better CR DR. ♡ 5. Avatar DR : Self explanatory!! I'm the oldest sully and live in the forest with my family <3 That's just a few of the MANY DRs I have, so if you want to find out if we have a same DR feel free to ask :) I don't bite !!! If you're new to shifting and want to ask some questions, please ask them and I'll answer them to the best of my ability!! NO QUESTION IS DUMB<3. Shoutout to my bestie Mae for introducing me to this because I didn't know Shifting tumblr existed and I'm looking forward to meeting you all! @maebyshifting ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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Eras: The Beatles | Episode 6 - Now and Then

In the final episode of Eras: The Beatles, we hear the story behind The Beatles' final single Now and Then, including new interviews with Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr. Narrated by Martin Freeman, the episode also features insight on the new track from Sean Ono Lennon, Olivia Harrison and Peter Jackson.

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[This episode features more complete audio from the soundbites included in the 'Now and Then' short film/documentary. Under the cut are transcriptions of some of my favorite sections. Including Paul's interpretation of the meaning of 'Now and Then' (bonus points if you guess his answer!)]

PAUL: And then 'Now and Then' just kind of languished in a cupboard and we didn't do anything with it. I kept saying, "You know, maybe we should do something with this, seems a bit—" "Hm, I don't know..." There wasn't a great desire to do anything with it. So it hung around for a while. Years! And every so often, I'd kind of go to the cupboard and think, "There's a new song in there! We should do it! We gotta do it!" But it'd go back in the cupboard.

[...]

PAUL: Peter [Jackson] had sent me a text while he was doing the 'Get Back' thing. He said, "Here's a piece of dialogue of John's that I'd like to use, but George is rehearsing in the background," and you could hear George's guitar and you couldn't really make out quite what John was saying because it was distracting. He said, "But we've got this new technology: Machine Assisted Learning. M.A.L., so we're calling it MAL." Which was like— that was really cool! Because our old road manager and dear friend was Mal [Evans].

[...]

PETER JACKSON: I'd had this idea for two or three years about him [Paul] singing a duet with John. And the fact that we'd developed this software now allows us to separate the voices and the music meant that I could take a song that John and Paul were singing on, just separate John's vocal only, and Paul could have that for playing on stage. And then his band and himself could do the vocals and the playing for the rest of the song. So he could do a duet with John. He didn't even blink, he just said, "That's a fantastic idea, I love it! Let's do it!" And so we quickly turned that around and got that underway. So Paul was now touring with a John Lennon duet on 'I Got a Feeling'.

[...]

PETER JACKSON: I got a phone call from Paul saying, "Is it possible to use that technology for another project I've been thinking about? [...] Would it be possible to take John's vocal and clean it up and get rid of everything else? Because that would allow us to finish this Beatles song." And absolutely, it didn't take me more than about a second to get back to him and say, "Of course we can do it!"

[...]

PETER JACKSON: We assumed that the copy of 'Now and Then' that they were working to in the studio in 1995, where the vocals were coming from, was probably not a first-generation copy. [...] So we though, well this is probably a third generation [tape copy]. [...] And so we contacted Sean Lennon and he was very helpful. And sure enough, we got a digital copy of the original. Which is the same demo, same performance, but two generations better.

[...]

RINGO: I'm sitting there thinking, "I don't remember George doing that solo?" It was just like practicing, maybe. Cus it sounds like George! Then Paul said, "No, it's me." [laughs] But Paul did a great job. I mean, he's very good, you know, Paul. He's a very good musician.

[...]

RINGO: Giles [Martin] had to fly out to LA one day to listen to a four-hour string session that Paul wanted, and then fly back to England! [laughs] There's no string sections in England!

[...]

PAUL: Eventually, when we got to mix number 7 it was, "Wow, this is it! Now it's a Beatle record!" And we played it to various people, some of whom cried. Some of whom said, "Jesus Christ! It's a Beatles record!" But the reaction was very favorable.

[...]

RINGO: The difference from the two tracks of John, the old track of John— you know, we have to thank Sean as well, because he found the original tape. So that's the one you can really hear John, not the copy-copy-copies. And... it's like John's there, you know. It's far out. It's so clear now you know it's him. Cus on the original one we were working to I couldn't tell if it was Paul or John singing half the time. But now you know it's John! [chuckles]

[...]

PAUL: I think it just means 'now and then'. "Now and then, I have a cup of tea". I'm not sure it means an awful lot more than that. But, looking at it from today's perspective, now and then. Then you can start to get all sorts of meanings in. The modern-day, the historical past of the Beatles. It lines up with all of that. But we were always very happy to let people make their own minds up. "Here it is, it's a song. Now, the minute we deliver it to you, it's up to you. You can do anything you want with it." And people do!

[...]

RINGO: And that was what it was like for the three of us when we started this role in the 90s. We had to pretend— it always makes me laugh when I think of it— we had to pretend that he'd gone for a cup of tea or his lunch. But that he was still around. Because it was very strange when we started there's only three of us, after all those years, and all that life, that there were four of us. And I still miss him, man!

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SEAN LENNON: It feels very synchronous that the lyric speaks about time and that it's taken so much time. That it sort of fuses the past and the present. It's like a time capsule. And it all feels very meant to be — or fated, or something — in the nicest sense.

[...]

PAUL: When I remember the Beatles, I remember the joy, the talent, the humor, the love. And I think, if people remembered us for that — for those things — I'd be very happy.

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Teen Titans Chronology

Era 1: Superhero Names & Funky Nicknames

The Brave and the Bold (1955) #54 The Brave and the Bold (1955) #60 Showcase #59 Teen Titans (1966) #1-20 The Brave and the Bold (1955) #83 Teen Titans (1966) #21-22

This is the peak silly era. Goofy nicknames, (mostly) goofy one-off villains, occasional team-up, etc. As far as I'm aware, none of their real names are ever mentioned within their own title and it's just their superhero names.

It starts with Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad (in the first Brave and Bold), with Wonder Girl being the first addition when they are officially first called the Teen Titans (in the second Brave and Bold), so I'm counting the Fab Foursome (Cool Quartet? Fantabulous Foursome?) of them as the starting point. They're a team up to #18 with occasional guests from Speedy (#4 - with notes that there were an "avalanche of mail" asking for his inclusion, #11), Beast Boy (#6 - rejected by the Teen Titans and apparently previously the Doom Patrol for not having a guardian's permission slip, interesting note that he already had movie offers here), and Starfire (#18 - definitely not who you're thinking of and instead a Russian boy).

Issue #19 is when they become "Fab-Four-Sometime Five" where Roy joins and Garth takes a break, so the main four changed. There are then two more team ups with Jericho (#20 - also not who you're thinking of but some boy name Joshua) and with Hawk and Dove (#21).

I think only Mad Mod became a long-term villain (?) but the list includes: Mr Twister, the Astounding Separated Man, Beast-God of Xochatan, Akkuru, Ding Dong Daddy Dowd (Demon Dragster), Diablo, The Ant (less villain and more blackmailed by Mr Krask), Mr Baltzer, Mad Mod, Honey Bun (and a spy Karl Larner), Captain Tiger, The Scorcher, The Gargoyle (who makes a reappearance in #35), Captain Rumble, The Dimensional Caper (from Dimension X), Le Blanc, Punch (Sylvester Sepastopol), Fat Cat.

Era 2: Real Names, New Teammates, Mr Jupiter, and Solo Storylines

Teen Titans (1966) #22-31 The Brave and the Bold (1955) #94 Teen Titans (1966) #32-34 World's Finest Comics #205 Teen Titans (1966) #35-39 The Brave and the Bold (1955) #102 Teen Titans (1966) #40-43

This part of the story starts to have a bit more personality and it is a lot more character-driven as opposed to (short) plot-driven stories. Their real names are finally used and they're shown to hangout as civilians and not just superheroes.

This starts at the end of #22 when Donna Troy is given a name, a backstory (one of many), a new apartment, a roommate Sharon, and a makeover. Dick and Wally was previously named in #83 of The Brave and the Bold, but Roy gets named in #24. In a way, this makes Donna feel very much like the living center of the Titans for me, her development begins with the Titans and she's intrinsically tied to it very personally (and this also feels reflected in how Garth views Donna as the "TITANS FOREVER" among all of them). After all, at this point, there's no separate comics she is in unlike the other 4 main titans. She is also the only single character that appears in every single comic with no exception (other than the very first, but they weren't known as Teen Titans then either).

There aren't so much guests as much as two new permanent members - Lilith who joins right before Mr Jupiter comes into the picture in #25 and Mal who joins right after in #26. During this time, 6 of them are mostly all there and are led and trained by Mr Jupiter. The longest disappearance is when Dick goes to college (from #25-32 except for a single appearance in #28) and occasional disappearance when they stay behind to take care of Mr Jupiter's lab (sometimes it is unexplained but I chalk most disappearance up to this). From #26 onwards, all but 6 issues are not related to Mr Jupiter (#28-29 led by Garth, #31 led by Wally, #34 and #42 led by Donna, and #43). This era also seems to establish Wally (and Donna) as de-facto leader when Dick is not around.

All other guests are really more part-time members such as Hank and Don who do their summer stint from #25-#30, Gnarrk who first appears in #32-33 and comes back in #39, and Garth who appears in #28-29 and #40.

For the first time (as far as I'm aware), a known villain gets brought into the story - Ocean Master (Orm) and an alien leader Mofo in #28-29 with Garth going after him. This part also established the easy-to-get-into-fights, easy-to-get-out-of-fights (among themselves) dynamics that I associate with the Titans. They start to place more importance on their insecurities and friendship.

There are also 2 main "friends get brainwashed" (for extended period) type storyline during this period of time (which later seems to become quite commonplace among the Titans): once with Donna (#34 which Wally doesn't see) and once with Garth (#40).

This is also the only era which has quite a lot of additional separate solo storylines. It start with Donna if you count "The Origin of Wonder Girl" in #22 (although it's kind of more like an additional story where everyone appears), and then Wally and Garth (with Tula) in #30. Garth (#30, #35, #36, #38) and Lilith (#36, #38, #41, #43) have the most with 4 each, Roy (#35, #38) and Hank&Don (#31, #39) have two each, and Mal (#35) and Dick (#36) have one each (like Donna and Wally). Superboy (young Clark) actually also has two - one with Dick (#36) and one with young Ollie (#37) that doesn't even have any of the Titans in it.

Crucially, contrary to how modern comics love to portray Batman and Robin's view on the Teen Titans, Batman actually fully supports the Teen Titans in the original and has never been shown to do otherwise almost at all. In fact, he is the one with the most team-ups with the Teen Titans and the team-ups almost always happen because he needs helps "relating to the teens" and he specifically calls on them, with full respect for them (even purposely allowing Wally and Donna to punch him real hard that one time to solidify their cover). The only mentor who does show disapproval is actually Aquaman (in Era 3), who does so because Garth gets mysteriously sick which he blames on the Teen Titans (sort of half-correctly).

Interestingly, up to this point there are actually more team appearances of what I'm calling Alternative 5 or Alt5 (Wally, Donna, Roy, Lilith Mal) than of Fab5 (Dick, Wally, Donna, Garth, Roy). In fact, up to this point there were 12 appearances of Alt5 over 5 appearances of Fab5. This is mostly because Roy and Garth actually have very little team-ups because Roy became a permanent basically the same time that Garth stopped being a permanent member.

Titans Villains (other than Ocean Master hat one time) in this era: Hell's Hawks, Harry Tout, Dr Pauling, Councilman Buckminster (Santa Claus), Demoness possessing Magda Drachwyck (Miss Wickersham), Calibano Della Loggia (x2), Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Black Earl of Moray, Captain Barstow's Phantom, Lord Beetle

Era 3: When Fab5 was Defined, More Teammates, Teen Titans West, and Splitting Up

Teen Titans (1966) #44-53 The Brave and the Bold (1955) #149

There was a more than 3 years gap from the last issue #43 in February 1973 to issue #44 in November 1976 which translated to a 2 year in-comic hiatus of the Teen Titans. There's also a change of regular writer from (mostly) Bob Haney to Bob Rozakis. All this culminated in a change in tone of the characters being a bit more aggressive and antagonistic towards each other, especially with Roy (note: Snowbirds Don't Fly happened in 1971 so it's not because that occurred in between the break since it actually happened before the break). They fight a lot more this era and the storylines are longer and bleed more into one another.

Another obvious change is that Wally is shown to be way more into Donna than before (in his thoughts especially) instead of their more casual flirting. Wally does eventually confess to Donna who rejects him in this era. The other "official" relationships are Mal/Karen and Lilith/Gnarrk (funnily because Mal/Lilith was a thing for a bit).

In story, Mr Jupiter decides to close shop (unknown reason) and so they broke up, with Mal taking care of the labs and the rest pursuing their individual careers instead as they agreed upon (but Mal is unhappy about). This... doesn't really make sense because I'm not sure what "individual career" Donna has, but never mind.

Lilith is no longer in the main team (later explained that she settled in the West Coast with Gnarrk which is very contradictory to her last statement in #43 that the Teen Titans is her family). Garth comes back from #45 when he is mysteriously summoned by Mal's horn and it's like he never left. He wants to resign in #51 because his insecurities making him physically sick, but he agrees to finish the mission and they all ended up disbanding anyway. Karen appears first in #45 as Mal's girlfriend and joins as Bumblebee in #49, but Duela joins the team first in #46. Because of these lineup changes, Fab5 appearances started to catch up to Alt5 until eventually Alt5 (15 appearances) just barely edges out Fab5 (13 appearances). Interestingly, Dick-Wally-Donna-Roy-Mal actually end up appearing most (17 appearances).

They (it's honestly mostly Dick, Wally, and Donna) discuss the idea of a new headquarters first suggested by Donna in #45 (like I said, she's very much the living centre of the Titans). Dick makes the decision (because he is Leader-Man and Bruce is funding it) to have their headquarters as a restaurant front, Gabriel's Horn (named after Mal's horn given by the angel Gabriel in #45), run by Mal and Roy (the jobless duo apparently) in #46 and they set it up in #49. Mal and Roy also started forming the rock band The Great Frog (a job!) in #45 which plays in their restaurant.

Teen Titans West first meet up and is established in #50 with some familiar faces (Gar, Hank, Don, Lilith, Gnarrk) and some complete newbies (Bette, Ch'al) to the roster. Issues #51 and #52 have the East and West team up, resulting in basically every Titans ever joining with the exception of Tula (but then again, at this point she only appeared in Garth solo story and never in the main storyline). At the end of which, they have a big feast (sponsored by Dick) and decided to part ways to improve and work towards eventually becoming the future Justice League (as they were always meant to).

The final story #53 establishes their origin and formation story which includes Roy, but had Roy basically saying he wanted to be involved only whenever he wanted and not permanently (ahem commitment issues), establishing Fab5 as the clear founders of the Teen Titans in the last issue.

There is a third "friends get brainwashed/used" (for extended period) type storyline with Lilith (#50-52), except she's not evil, but her powers are manipulated for evil. With Duela, there is also the first instance of villain's children in the Titans (in future there is Joey and Rose most prominently), setting up the stage for Titans raising villain's children. They actually brought Two-Face in to visit Duela at least once (right after a crime too???) which is... interesting?

This era has many more appearances of known villains including Dr Light, The Fiddler, Two-Face, and Mr Esper (Captain Calamity). The final issue is where Antithesis first appear (he is a recurring villain or at least comes back in future issues), and the remaining unimportant ones are: The Wreckers, Flamesplasher (x2), Sizematic (x2), Darklight (x2), and Rocket Rollers led by Brian the Brain.

Finally, there are some unexplained mysteries. Where the hell did Mal's horn go since it went missing in #49? Who is the blonde "Little Queen" that Garth meets from #36 (because I don't think it's Nirka McDuff from #40)? Who are Lilith's parents? What's up with Mr Jupiter? Is he Donna's dad (#35)? Do they ever make use of the possibly haunted mansion and fortune they inherited in #43? Why did Mr Jupiter not bother to make Roy, Wally, and Lilith face their fears (#38)? Does he think redheads have no fears? Are we going to address the fact that Lilith is apparently Juliet reborn (#35-36) and decided to give up Romeo (who she was very enamored by for a while) for Gnarrk?

To be continued~

Some Statistics (For Fun)

Most to least appearances, we have:

Donna (60) - only missing from the very first story before they were coined the Teen Titans

Wally (58) - missing from 3 stories all during Mr Jupiter era (twice unknown reasons and once because he is watching the lab)

Dick (54) - missing from 6 issues for his college

Roy (41)

Garth (37)

Mal (28)

Lilith (22)

Mr Jupiter (12) - not a Titan but I was curious so I counted him

Hank and Don (11)

Karen and Duela (8)

Gnarrk (5)

Gar (4)

Bette and Ch'al (3)

Tula (1)

Most to least trio appearances (within Fab5):

Dick-Wally-Donna (50)

Wally-Donna-Roy (38) - the love triangle lmao

Dick-Donna-Roy (33)

Dick/Donna-Wally-Garth (32)

Dick-Donna-Garth / Dick-Wally-Roy trio (31) - DWDG and DWDR limiting factor

Wally/Donna-Garth-Roy (14) - Roy/Wally-Donna-Mal/Lilith have more than this (25, 23, 19, 18)

Dick-Garth-Roy (13) - Fab5 limiting factor

For quartets, Dick-Wally-Donna-Garth (DWDG) quartet (31) ends up exactly equal to Dick-Wally-Donna-Roy (DWDR) quartet (31).

Special note that because of Lilith separation in Era 3, even though Garth is brought back, the Rebirth "OG" line up (Fab 5 + Lilith) actually only has 3 appearances together. On the other hand, Alt 5 + Dick have 9 appearances (but no Garth). World's Finest line up (Fab5 + Karen) have 7 appearances but only 4 of which Karen is actually Bumblebee and fighting with them, while the Silver Age Final line up (Fab5 + Mal) has the most with 10 appearances.

Ultimately, Lilith does still make more sense to me than Karen to balance the team with more girls, because she definitely was there earlier, had more appearance than Karen, and also doesn't have the additional association of joining because of Mal since she predates Mal. That said, the girl with the most Fab5 teamup might actually be Duela who also has 7 appearances with Fab5, all of which she is on their side (although half their issue was trust which wouldn't make so much sense if she was with them from the beginning). The person with most Fab5 teamup is unquestionably Mal though (10). It's curious to see what is more "valid" but my personal opinion is that there is no point in making a Fab6 just let leave it be and acknowledge it as product of its time.

If you want to have a look at the data out of curiosity, it's here.

[rowniebow]

new years eve | peter parker x male!reader

summary: three years of you and peter on the fateful day that people swear they're going to change and never do.

pairings: peter parker x male!reader

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI! smut: teasing (edging? eh), light choking, butt stuff, oral, fingers, praise kink-ish. a lil bit o' alcohol abuse, You Belong With Me trope, any peter, late college era, angst! lil bit o fluff

word count: 4.9k+

song: new years eve, by mal blum

an: here's my new year's treat! hope this year treats everyone well. 22' was rough but i hope we can all remember that life really is ever-changing

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NYE 2013

"just go talk to her, pete!" you rolled your eyes at your friend.

you truly didn't want to be consoling peter about his long time crush at this very moment. or any moment, for that matter.

"you really think i should?" his eyebrows curled up as he stared at the girl of his dreams longingly from across the room.

"if it will get you away from me, then yes." you poured your drink, frowning down at the pure alcohol flooding your cup.

he hardly spared you a glance, let alone a word, while he made his way over to her, interrupting her chat with her friends to talk about who knows what.

you didn't want to know.

your throat burned while whatever you put in your cup made it's way down but you thought it was better than your eyes burning with tears. you were too ready to forget everything and drown yourself in a dizzy night of nothingness. ready to forget your shitty attitude and the shitty guacamole you were making your way through.

peter came back too soon for your jealous liking. he went on and on about how magical his three minute conversation with her was. how he just had to say how cool the party she was throwing was.

and then, of course, how cool she was.

"that's great, peter," you grumbled after downing another full red solo cup of something. he looked you up and down, and followed your lead in drinking a lot of whatever the clear bottle said it was. you couldn't read it, things were beginning to spin. you assumed he couldn't read much of it either by the way he joined you rather than questioning you about why you were drinking so much when you are alcohol's biggest hater.

or maybe. you wondered, he was just so enamored by the girl across the room that he couldn't spare you any thought.

you didn't really care at that point.

"what about you?"

"what?" you hollered over the booming music.

"are you going to try to get with anyone?"

"i don't want to start my new year with a hook up."

"what about that guy you said you've been thinking about?

"he-he's not here. why would he be here?"

"oh, i don't know. i just assumed."

"yeah, no, he's not here."

"okay, my bad, man."

peter took attention to your knitted eyebrows, lack of eye contact, and flustered features yet excused himself to go converse with someone else.

you gritted your teeth at the sight of his retreating back, taking another beer, and finding yourself somewhere to calm down.

⭒⭒

you watched peter disappear down the hall, fingers drunkenly intertwined with the woman he hadn't stopped talking about for months.

the sickening smiles they shared sent chills down your spine.

you grimaced, poured yourself another drink.

peter was stupid.

he's stupid in general, but especially for chasing after a girl who saw him as so much less than.

he deserved better, he didn't deserve the emotional disrespect he was bound to receive.

he deserves someone he can belt his favorite songs with (which happen to be your favorite songs, too).

he deserves someone who will watch movies with him and joke about how bad all the acting is (which you two happened to do every friday night).

he deserves someone who will understand him and all of his little actions and oddities (which, you prided yourself in your knowledge of peter quirks).

but peter was stupid.

and you were even more stupid for chasing after a stupid man.

you made your decision for how the rest of your night would go. you wanted to completely disregard the stupid man.

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quick, loud knocks rapped against the door of your apartment. the naked man beside you in your bed questioned who could possibly be at your door at this hour. your dizzy mind didn't have the capacity to answer.

you hurried to gather easy clothes to slip on from off of your messy floor, glancing at the clock and seeing it read '3:04 am'. happy twenty-fourteen, you supposed. the man in your bed rolled his eyes as you made your way down the hall.

the door opened to reveal your friend, peter parker. teeth chattering, nose running, eyes swirling in a pool of tears.

the frown that you held lifted immediately, your eyebrows pulled together in worry, instead. "peter? what happened?"

your words dragged the tears out of him, "can i stay here tonight?"

his voice was low. it didn't break or crack. his gaze refused to meet yours, however, and his arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to hide his heart that was stabbed over his sleeve.

"of course," you pulled the door opened wider for him to come in. he immediately went to lay on your couch, face first.

you muttered a dismissal for yourself and made your way back to your room. back to the man clicking through his phone, uninterested. "you-you gotta go,"

he looked back up at you. his features resembled an angsty teenager's when their parents ask them to do chores. "are you serious?"

"yeah," your unamused tone pulled a glare to his face.

"whatever," he spat.

you watched him dress himself with the clothes he threw on to your floor. you couldn't understand what drunken thoughts led you to bring home a disgusting pig of a man like him.

you walked him out anyway, wishing him a safe trip home. he only glared as he left, earning an eye roll and an urgency to lock the door behind him.

peter watched the whole time, thinking back to your words from earlier. how you didn't want to start new years with a hook up. he silently took the blame, understanding fully well that it was because he left you alone in a sea of unfamiliar people.

the thought pulled more tears out of his eyes.

he dragged a throw blanket over his body as you shuffled around in the kitchen. glasses clattered against one another and onto the counter. pots rumbling with the milk inside of them.

he examined your movements carefully. your eyes seemed so far away. you held yourself as if you were cold, but didn't think of doing anything about your shorts and t-shirt to fix the problem. you stared at the boiling milk as if it were the only thing getting your through it.

and when you handed peter his share of steaming hot chocolate, he felt the same.

"do you want to talk about it?" you finally broke the several minutes of silence.

peter shrugged, shaking his head.

"okay," you took an extended sip of your drink. peter followed the swirl of the whip cream to your lips. "do you want to watch a movie?"

peter nodded, willing soberness to come snap him out of his pathetic behaviors.

it wasn't as if you two hadn't seen each other cry before. in all your years of friendship, there's been plenty of moments where you shared and comforted each other through them.

but, with the alcohol buzzing in his head and his constant yearning to be held - loved, touched - tears felt embarrassingly pathetic.

he took the pathetic and laid his head on your thighs with the small screen playing some random film you two hadn't heard of before.

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NYE 2014

"please?"

"no, peter,"

"come on!"

"you're too drunk," you grabbed a chip full of guacamole and shoved it into his loopy smile.

"i'm not, i haven't had hardly anything."

"and i'm starting to think i haven't had enough."

"i want to kiss someone on new years!"

"don't we all?"

"exactly! who else better to kiss than my best friend."

"i-i don't know,"

"it's only weird if you make it weird, babe,"

"see, now you're calling me 'babe', that's making it weird,"

"i'm trying to get you in the mood,"

you glared up at peter. his stupid eyes smiled with his lips. the pleading look of a desperate man with a dash of innocent smiling was chopped finely and boiled. the aroma of his sick soup swirled into your nose, pulling you in.

it was kind of nice having that much power over him, you had to admit. you could mix him into anything you wanted, realistically, but you had yet to realize your talent as a chef.

"i had one beer like an hour ago. that's nothin'," he continued his cheesing.

you rolled your eyes, his ingredients infectious. "whatever happens, happens, parker. if i find someone much better than you in the next twenty minutes then you're on your own."

his smile only grew, knowing you wouldn't be social enough to find anyone in the next twenty minutes.

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"so?" peter's dragged vowels rang quietly behind you.

a minute left until the ball would drop.

"how was your impossible search for anyone better than me to kiss on new years?"

your dramatic sigh brought an irritating i-told-you-so grin to his face, "sadly, it came to no avail."

"of course, babe, it's me we're talking about."

peter tugged on your hand, pinky fingers intertwined as if they were the only thing keeping you next to him. he pulled you out onto the balcony of the small apartment that still managed to fit so many people.

the cold air hitting your cheeks as the crowd inside began surrounding themselves around the television displaying the annual ball dropping.

"did you have anything else to drink?" your quiet voice disappeared into steam. peter only barely grasped it.

"absolutely nothing. have you?" he leaned against the railing. the ever busy new york streets below haunted your conversation.

"oh yeah, tons! had to prepare, you know? really don't want to remember this one," you laughed, looking anxiously back inside through the large glass windows.

their counting began from ten progressing downwards all too quickly. peter's hand found it's way to your cheek, successfully redirecting you to look at him.

"we don't have to do this, if you really don't want to." his kind smile seemed to yank on your neck and pull you towards him.

your lips collided as the crowd inside cheered and fireworks exploded.

it was a kiss reserved for small children on the playground at first.

eyes squeezed so tight they hurt. hands lost, finding an uncomfortable home at your side. you pushed your lips so far out at the start, it was as if you were keeping him at arms length of intimacy.

but peter. his eyes widened with shock, his hand still resting on your cheek. it took him a moment before he understood the your awkward actions. he smiled into your lips, almost giggling at your nervousness, wrapping his arms around your neck.

his arms around your neck brought you a comfort you hadn't felt before in a kiss. warmth came from every bit of him that touched you.

he was a magnet, but all of a sudden he was even more so. his warmth fought off the biting cold of the new year's air. it captivated you and grew to be a warmth with it.

his lips molded into yours. your mouths opening and closing to become one.

your tongues danced to the honking of a car below.

your hands found a place at his waist and your fingertips longed to intrude on the skin beneath his sweater.

when you finally pulled back, peter found you gasping and your eyes pleading for more.

he smiled.

who had the power now?

he drew you in but missed your lips, much to your displeasure.

"do you wanna get out of here?" he whispered, longingly.

you hummed a confirmation, gripping his waist tightly, still.

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it was sick, truly.

the way you wouldn't let go of peter's waist. you had him practically crawling out of his pants to you all the way back to his apartment.

what was even sicker, was how peter would only talk to you in fleeting whispers. speaking all too close to his ear. his lips brushing against the tip of it far too many times for sanity.

"i cant wait to get you home," he'd whispered, "i get you all to myself, how lucky am i to have you on new year's?"

it was sick.

so as soon as the door to his apartment shut, you made sure the manipulative man understood who he was working with.

your hands found his wrists and his back met the wall. your lips found his, but only for the most painfully briefest of moments.

instead, your mouth found interest in his available neck. you buttered the array of skin in fleeting moments of bliss: your lips just barely brushing his seemingly amplified nerves.

his quiet breaths of wanting were all too loud in the silent apartment, and those breaths were the only thing that brought you in to give him what he wanted.

you let go of his wrists and made yourself comfortable over his pulse, nipping and sucking on the bare skin. your hands found his hair, one at the base of his neck and the other surfing their way through his locks. his hands dragged down your chest and his fingers looped themselves in your belt hoop.

his undeniable strength brough your hips to his. the button on your pants clattered against hit, but the friction of your movements against each other brought nothing but bliss.

peter's deathly voice cut through the sonorous breathing between you two. you hummed in response when his fingers made their way to your hair, tugging your head from his throat.

your power vanished while he dragged you to his room, smothering you with kisses along the way. the bed pressed against the back of his knees, bringing him falling to it's surface.

you bit your lip looking down at your best friend. he looked up at you, only thinking about how hot you looked undressing him with your eyes like you did (and do quite often, if he was honest with himself).

your reckless decision for your deep, long-time wants managed to win over your debating thoughts. you fell to your knees, and yanked at the button and zipper hiding what you are fully aware will change your relationship with peter, for better or for worse.

he smiled, pulling his sweater over his head. your jeans pulled against the new growth that lied within them. peter's jeans, and underwear, too, fell to release his own growth.

peter watched your mouth cover the tip of him. your tongue flicked over the bit of him you had, his precum covering your tongue.

he moaned into the darkness of the room, the only light filtering in from behind you from the door. you were glowing because of it. you often were glowing, your radiance always lighting peter's life up, but this glow was full of need and want. pure and primal. something so human that it boarded the line of animal.

your tongue lightly traced the crease of his tip. then crept down the shaft. your teasing pushed excitement down peter's thighs and up into his stomach. the excitement balled itself up and came back to him in a throbbing want for you.

"fuck," he groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair and guiding your head, firmly but ever so gently, over him and all the way down.

the pressure of him at the back of your throat brought tears to your eyes and a sickness to your stomach, but you fought it with a long, low moan.

your noises mingled with peter's as you began to bob your head with his guidance. a hand made it's way up to peter's chest while the other stayed gripping his inner thigh, nearly bruising the sensitive skin.

your hand on his chest rolled his nipple in between your fingers, pinching and pulling at the hard pink nerves.

his hips bucked, forcing him deeper into your throat with every movement. every time you felt him bounce off the walls of your throat he aroused provocative noises from within you.

"i'm-i'm gonna-,"

you stopped.

he glared at you as you hurried off of your knees and began fiddling with your belt buckle over him. the glare disappeared, replaced by the look a man only gives when a world of pleasure is presented right before him.

he practically came at the sight of you: only revealing your most vulnerable part to him. still completely covered with shoes and pants and your nicest winter sweater despite your now exposed length.

after muttering about where the lube could be, he let you shove him back on to the bed and watched you position yourself through his hooded eyes.

you tugged his ankles to rest on your shoulders, covered your hands in the lubricant. you brought one hand to his ass, soaking his entrance with the puddle of goop in your hand. your finger teased, lightly tracing the outside of his openness.

you had him shriveling into himself even with the faintest touch. a frustrated plead escaped his lips, and you decided to reward him in the smallest way you could.

you pushed the tip of your finger in, hardly even spreading him.

then quickly pulled out.

then in again, just barely.

and back out.

you went through this process several times, meanwhile using your free hand to prepare yourself, fiddling with your tip and assuring it to be supple enough for him.

your thumb passed over your tip for what seemed like the last time that you could bare before you went crazy with him whining beneath you as he did.

you removed your hand from him, instead rubbing your tip along his entrance.

you entered unbearably slow, both for you and for him. but he deserved it. all this time of you being forced to watch him pine after girl after girl. he could wait for you like you did for him.

his fingers gripped at the sheets, his extended moan gripped at your brain.

with you finally in him completely, you took a second to lean over, your hand lightly gripping his neck. his eyes closed from the comfort of your hand. your other free hand wrapped itself around the base of his penis, readying your intentions.

you moved your hips back out, still slow as ever. your hand on his length began stroking him at a similar pace. your just barely pulled yourself all the way out, your index and middle finger rubbing the very tip of him in a circular motion.

his staggered moans, moans of pain, at that point, from the lack of release he was getting, filled your ears, begging you to hurry.

"please, fuck me. i need you, please,"

and you complied.

you were so slow, so gentle at first. you were building him up again. but as time went on you couldn't help but give in to your own needs.

your needs of a quicker pace. your needs of a little bit of pain. your needs of watching him come undone before you.

you kept going, sloppy now.

back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

your eyes squeezed with your hand on his throat, doing your best to hold yourself back until he was ready, too.

his constant confirmations had you near spilling over the edge.

"yes, god, you're so good. more, please, thank fuck,"

the lewdness of your name on his breath had your nails on his throat in an attempt to keep you in reality.

peter finally twitched in your hand, the white liquid shooting out on to his chest and stomach. you watched it drip and pool in his belly button. you watched it cover one of his perky pinky nipples.

and you couldn't hold back any longer.

you leaned over, hand off of his throat and dick and on to the bed next to him instead, and ran your tongue along where his juices spilled.

you dipped into his belly button, scooping it out. your ran your tongue up his chest, lapping over his nipples until your couldn't feel his burning skin under you any longer.

you slurped him up and spilt into him entirely. peter arched his back at the feeling of your warmth pooling inside of him, moans continuing, his high lasting longer than usual as he rode into yours as well.

you, exhausted, finally achingly pulled out of peter and flopped next to him in the bed.

the sound of both of you breathing heavily was the only thing that filled the air.

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waking up the next morning, you were all too aware of the man on top of you naked.

the man who is your best friend.

the man who begged you to be his new years kiss.

the man who, both, got you turned on, and got turned on in said kiss.

the man who whispered threats of pleasure all throughout the train ride home.

the man who didn't follow up on his threats.

the man who you absolutely railed the night before.

the man who crumbled and ended up begging for you once again.

the man who was your best friend.

just the thought of what you two shared the night before brought blood rushing back into your lower half. you wanted to roll your eyes at yourself. maybe even sneak into his bathroom and get it out, then get yourself out.

but instead, your best friend moved in your arms, thigh rubbing against your quickly growing self.

he groaned at the light, his arms finding their way up your torso.

his eyes slowly opened and he pulled his neck to look up at you. he smiled, moving his thigh at just the right angle to rub your lower half. a frustrated breath left your lips, the lips he so very badly wanted to eat up again.

"good morning," his raspy voice sent electricity through you. "did you miss me?" he laughed sleepily, his hair a mess. his hand on your torso moved back down and wrapped itself around your length. "seems like it."

you only managed to glare down at him, gnawing on your lip.

"you didn't let me fulfill my promises last night," he moved his hand up and down, lingering his thumb over your tip each time. "may i?"

you nodded.

your eyes landed on the clock as he stuffed his cheeks with you and your cum ran down his throat.

10:53 am, new years day. happy twenty-fifteen.

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NYE 2015

rage filled you as you watched peter retreat down a hallway with a girl. he had the nerve to smile and laugh with her all night, now the audacity to follow her away and leave you stranded.

after this whole year? all this time?

after a year of loosing your best friend. loosing your best friend to the mindless fucks you gifted each other.

after a year of you becoming more familiar with peter's body than his brain.

after a year of earth shattering orgasms together, only to be left alone in bed afterwards.

a year of loneliness.

a year of feeling like an emotional burden to him.

a year of lost traditions.

a year of weekly movie nights being converted into weekly fuck nights.

you were okay with it, you thought. you have peter almost all to yourself.

sexually, at least.

so why are you watching him head to a back room ten seconds to midnight on new year's eve?

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your ears rang all the way home and into your apartment. they rang as water poured into the kettle.

the glowing neon clock on the oven illuminated your face. 2:17 am. nothing good happens after two a.m.

and the knocking on your door seemed to prove that.

you were hesitant at first. who would be at your door this late other than him? you don't want to talk to him, the thought of him at all brought redness to your ears.

but the glowing time stared back at you, mocked you. sat on your shoulder making up all these excuses for why you should let him in.

what if he's upset?

what if he's alone?

what if he's still drunk?

what if he's hurt?

you knocked your fist on the wooden counter, three times for good luck, and trudged to the door.

it opened to reveal peter (surprise, surprise!). he looked up at you, obviously tired and still intoxicated with something.

without a thought in the world he walked in, sparing you a kiss on the cheek, "hi, baby,"

"are you okay?" your voice, soft and caring, needed to get the question out of the way to allow yourself to feel your feelings.

"yeah, of course," he flopped down on the couch, arms spreading out over the space.

"why are you here then?" you finally closed the door, not wanting your poor neighbors to hear you in a state like this.

"to see you. it's new years,"

you scoffed. the unfamiliar noise brought his attention to you. he finally opened his eyes. he watched you shake your head, staring at the ground.

"what?"

"who was that girl?"

he groaned a little, struggling to remember, "i think her name was amy? are you mad about that-,"

"no, why would i be? yes, i'm mad about that! what the fuck, peter?"

"baby, it didn't mean anything," he raised himself off of the couch as if he we old and worn and carried the weight of a seventy year old. "she just wanted to be with someone on new years, that was all."

you rolled your eyes, chewing on your already raw lip.

"why are you upset, it's not like we're exclusive or anything? we're just friends."

"we're not friends, peter!" your hands flew in the air. you were practically in disbelief. "friends don't do the things we did a year ago. and-and we just- kept doing it. as if we never were friends."

"that's not true, you know that's not true. you were my best friend-you are my best friend."

"i'm not! not anymore,"

"what do you mean,"

"when was the last time we treated each other like friends, pete? i can't remember the last conversation we had that wasn't just when we'd meet up next."

"that's not true, we were talking about that pizza place you thought looked good the other day,"

you shook your head, rolling your eyes in disbelief. you kept still next to the door, peter coming over to plead with you. "peter," you took a deep breath readying yourself for the intense words you wanted to spit. "i do not like you anymore,"

"you... you liked me?"

"jesus christ, parker," you threw your hands up again, giving up on it all.

"wait, no. i-i like you, too-,"

"no, i don't anymore!"

"what-? baby, come on,"

"don't call me baby, peter. i'm tired of the fucking games."

"i'm not playing any games-,"

"you are! and i'm so tired, pete. please, just-just leave."

"no, no, no, you're my best friend, i'm not leaving,"

"i'm not your best friend anymore! please, just leave." you tugged on his sleeve weakly, pulling him to the front door.

"i-i just-,"

"i don't want to hear it. get the hell out of here." you opened the door

"no, please, let's talk about it. i'm sorry," you tried half-heartedly to shove him out into the hall, him only looking back at you with pleading eyes unmoving. "y/n, please, baby. talk to me, i don't wanna lose you because i was being stupid."

the kettle rang out cutting through the tension of the apartment.

you huffed, giving up on pushing him out of the door. tears punched at your squeezed eyelids. you kept your head towards the ground.

"i-i'm going to shut the door, okay?" he whispered.

you nodded, holding your breath to not let the sob escape your lips. you rushed to handle the ringing of the kettle, instead. your hands wouldn't let go of the rushing blood in your fingers.

"why-why didn't you tell me you liked me?"

you took a shakey breath, "i felt like it was pretty obvious."

"no, i-i didn't," he lingered behind you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. "i don't really know what i thought. i didn't think you ever wanted to be exclusive, though."

the tears finally began peaking out of the corners of your eyes, your mind replaying the sight of him walking away giggling with a girl.

"i'm sorry, you're right. i've-i've missed you. i've missed my best friend."

"peter," you choked out, voice cracking over every sound of his name.

"i think it's my fault. i take full blame,"

"peter,"

"i mean, i really could have done more this last year. i think i got caught up in the fact that i could be with you at all in anything more than a platonic way-,"

"peter."

he ceased his rambling. you could feel your stern tone making him shrink behind you.

"i'm begging you. please, just leave me alone. at least for tonight. i can't do this, not right now." you kept your hands over the counter, them being the only thing holding you up.

"o-okay, i'm sorry. i'll just-, yeah."

you listened closely. his retreating foot steps.

they stuttered, tempted to bring him back to you. but he knew better.

the door creaked open and closed.

you could finally open your eyes. the blurry world revealed itself to you.

2:34 a.m. nothing good happens after two a.m.

but happy fucking twenty-sixteen.

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Monthly Fanfictions Recommandation: October'23

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🍭 The Stories

* = Smut (Minors DNI) || 🦋 = Series || Beware of the TW please

You’re Losing Me 🦋 || @astonishment (J𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 P𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 R𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, R𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 L𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗑 R𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, Hanahaki AU, 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?)

Why Didn’t We Work Out? || @/astonishment (James Potter x Reader, 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘠/𝘕 𝘠/𝘓/𝘕, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴…)

At Arms Length 🦋 || @/astonishment (Remus Lupin x Reader, 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁.)

Love Bugs * 🦋 || @astrophileous (Derek Morgan x Reader, You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?)

Best Friend’s Brother * 🦋 || @secretswiftymarvelfan (Chris Evans x Reader, You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well, especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again. What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?)

evermore 🦋 || @/secretswiftymarvelfan (Steve Rogers x Reader, Stuck in a marriage that seems to have dried what happens when you meet a down to earth painter at a party. Will you allow yourself to fall in love even though your heart is promised to another?)

Memory Served * 🦋 || @/secretswiftymarvelfan (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Following a terrible accident, every memory you ever made was gone leaving you to try to piece together what happened) (Val's note: beware the TW for this one, really well written but ask Niamh if you have any question)

Dear Prudence || @once-upon-an-imagine (Remus Lupin x Potter!Reader, You have always lived in your brother’s shadow. You have never really minded but Remus does. So he always does whatever he can to show you that to him, you will always be number one.)

Some Kind Of Wonderful || @/once-upon-an-imagine (James Potter x Reader, You and James have been friends since you were born. Over the years, the friendship grew to love on your side. However, you know that he only has his eyes and heart set on someone else; Lily Evans.)

What Was I Made For? || @/once-upon-an-imagine (James Potter x Black!Reader, Growing up in your home as a Hufflepuff was even worse than when your older brother was placed in Gryffindor, making your parents not even acknowledge your existence anymore. Or your birthday. So, when James promised to change that, you try to not get your hopes up because you knew he would also forget it. And he does)

Hanging By A Moment 🦋 || @/once-upon-an-imagine (Charlie Weasley x Reader, Your best friend Percy convinces you to go home with him for the holidays and asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend since he’s not out to his family. You accept, wanting to help your friend and thinking it shouldn’t be hard, right? That is until you meet his very much attractive, older brother, Charlie)

Thank You For Loving Me || @/once-upon-an-imagine (Spencer Reid, There were three little words that you and Spencer had yet to say. For five months, the two of you still hadn’t found the right moment to say it. And now, Spencer fears it might be too late)

Ride & Prejudice * 🦋 || @pagesoflauren (Steve Rogers x Reader Cowboy AU, A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job)

The Highest Bidder * 🦋 || @/pagesoflauren (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale)

Fake Yours * 🦋 || @supernatural-jackles (Dean Winchester x Reader AU, Your brother is getting married to one of your best friends, and you’re the maid of honour. Your horrible mother is on your case about showing up with a date, as you ex, the best man, has moved on. Your only option is to beg the stranger who took you home, to pretend to be your boyfriend until the wedding is over. How much pretending did you really have to do to convince them all it was real?)

Wrong Number * 🦋 || @/supernatural-jackles (Dean Winchester x Reader,  Taking a break from studying, your best friend Jess and her boyfriend Sam give you the number the bartender left for you. You decide to take a chance and give them a call, not expecting who’s number it is)

She’s Quiet and I Love It || @/supernatural-jackles (Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam falls for the quiet reader, she helps patch him up and she finally speaks)

[euphoniumpets]

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM | CHAPTER SEVEN

Prompt: ''As long as I can rememer, I've been protecting Alina, it's always Alina who I will protect,'' You told him, looking at Nikolai. ''But who will protect you?''

Warnings: Violence, blood and gore.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. 

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader

Taglist: @lyria-skyfall@khaleesihavilliard@shine101 @waddlingwanderer @clqudias @ducks118 @xceafh@peakyispunk @wilmasvensson @parbatai-winchester @priincehoseok@riot-in-my-soulsoul @feyredarling92 @vendy021 @ssprayberrythings @goldenpoison @shine101 @lili-of-the-dream @xushisuxi @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @jennylil @themermaidscales82

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A/N: we've come to a conclusion or a thought where I decide to write smut further in the chapters but i need y'all votes because i'm hesitant if you guys want smut further in the chapters lmao. and again, this is a long chapter because i got carried away.

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You hated it. 

Oh, so you desperately hated it. 

You could feel every person in the room giving you looks and you didn’t know if it was a good one or a bad one. ‘’Why must you always play the diplomat, Nikolai?’’ You heard Vasily's question at the table. ‘’A shu and Grisha dining beside true Ravkan soldiers is a bit much for all our stomachs,’’ Vasily remarked. 

‘’We’re all Ravkan here,’’ You sneered and tried to be calm. ‘’Doesn’t need to be us versus them,’’ Nikolai replied and looked at his brother. ‘’Kirigian should’ve thought of that,’’ Vasily replied with his drink in hand. ‘’Before he tried to murder my father and stage a coup, that said: absent they're Darkling the Grisha are rather easy to manage,’’

‘’By manage do you mean execute: Moi tsarevich?’’ You asked boldly and turned your head to face him. ‘’That fate is reserved for traitors to the Crown, Miss Starkov,’’ 

‘’If the second Army requires a leader loyal to the Crown to assure their fealty, my sister will lead them,’’ You remarked. You looked at Vasily as he let out a laugh. ‘’Why should I believe you and your sister that you have any loyalty to my family?’’ He asked. You paused before your eyes trailed to Nikolai. 

He met your gaze before standing up from his chair and raising a glass to get the people’s attention. ‘’Today marks the start of a new era of cooperation between Lantsov and Grisha, I’m delighted to announce my engagement to Y/N Starkov, the sister of the Sun Summoner,’’ Nikolai presented. ‘’And with her sister being the Sun Summoner, she will be the new leader of the Second Army, together we'll build a better future for Ravka,’’ 

You locked your gaze with Mal and Alina not from far away and saw their surprised gazes. They never thought that you would agree on the marriage but yet here you were. For Ravka. 

‘’That was a bit much,’’ You responded after everybody had cheered and Nikolai had sat down. 

‘’Understatement is overrated,’’ He replied as you took a sip from your drink. 

-

Alina had left with Tamar and Nadia to go and do some training. They offered to come with but you declined and told them to do some studying of the Firebird. You hoped some of the history books had the answers since you knew that Alina had to kill you to get the third amplifier. You knew that she wasn’t going to do it, but if it was your only plan, you knew that you had to do it on your own. 

You heard fast footsteps approaching you in the library. You turned around with a frown and saw Adrik approaching you. ‘’I know, not to be disturbed, but they need you in the war room,’’ Adrik informed and you nodded. You placed the books down and followed after him. 

You stopped in your tracks when you noticed David standing with Tolya, Nikolai, Alina, Mal, Tamar, and Adrik when you recognized David. David flickered his eyes when he saw you and waved with the other hand and you noticed that his hands were tied. ‘’Oh, so you know him,’’ Nikolai replied when he noticed your gaze. ‘’He claims to have escaped from a very alive General Kirigian,’’ Nikolai revealed and approached you. You looked at Alina with a concerned gaze. ‘’He gave himself up without a struggle, we found this on him,’’ Nikolai said and handed you over the journal. ‘’He says it’s one of Morozova’s journals,’’ You grabbed the journal as Nikolai turned to face David. 

‘’I, for one, am dying to know more, but he insisted to speak with you and Alina,’’ Nikolai said. 

‘’Y/N…’’ David began to say and step forward before Tolya stopped him before he could go further. ‘’I know I wronged both of you, please I regret my role in that, I know you have a reason to distrust me, but I have no loyalty to General Kirigian,’’ David spoke. 

‘’He survived the Volcra?’’ Alina questioned him. ‘’I’m afraid so,’’ David revealed. ‘’He also knows that you both are in East Ravka,’’ David informed and you could feel your heart growing faster. You didn’t know if he found out that you were the Firebird but if he did he could find you here, you didn’t know if you were safe. ‘’Tell us where he is,’’ You demanded David. 

‘’No, no, no,’’ David replied and you narrowed your eyes. ‘’That would be a very bad idea-’’

‘’You can’t expect us to trust you unless you share information,’’ You snapped. ‘’Confronting him would be suicide,’’ David replied. ‘’Kirigian used Merzost to create something in the Fold, creatures that do his bidding the size of two men, formed of pure shadow,’’ He informed as your blood ran cold. ‘’They have no breath to take, no heart to stop, no blood to drain, yet, they live,’’ David explained. 

‘’They live and they kill,’’ 

‘’They are nichevo’ya: nothing: bullets, blades, fire, all simply pass through and they walk freely in sunlight, I fear that merzost may be the only way to kill them,’’ You looked at David and could see that he was terrified. Nikolai glanced at you and he could see the fear you formed in your eyes. ‘’So, how did you manage to get away?’’ Mal questioned. 

‘’Genya,’’ You snapped your thoughts away at the mention of Genya. ‘’We tried to escape together but the nichevo’ya,’’ David informed. ‘’She sacrificed herself to get me out,’’ A sadness washed over you for your friend. You knew how much Genya liked David back then at the Little Palace and you begged the saints that she was still alive. 

‘’I don’t know if she survived,’’

‘’A smart spy will always play the victim,’’ Tolya spoke and narrowed his eyes. ‘’No, no,’’ David protested and shook his head. ‘’You make a valid point, Tolya,’’ Nikolai responded before he turned to Alina. ‘’As a leader of the second army, this is your call,’’ Nikolai said. Alina looked at Nadia and gestured to come closer next to her. ‘’You’ve known David the longest, what do you think?’’

‘’Kirigian always kept him close,’’ Nadia spoke. Alina looked at you before her eyes placed on David. ‘’Take him to the holding cell,’’ Alina said as Tolya walked away with David. ‘’We need a moment alone, please,’’ Mal said and looked at Nikolai. 

Nikolai looked at the three of you as you nodded. ‘’Of course,’’ He replied before walking away, leaving the three of you alone. You let out a sigh. ‘’Do you trust him?’’ Mal asked the two of you. 

‘’I don’t know,’’ You answered. ‘’Not entirely,’’ Alina added. ‘’The shadow monsters…’’ Mal trailed off as you thought for a moment. ‘’But why would he lie?’’ You asked them. ‘’Kirigian’s a force to be reckoned with, but if it’s true, I need to hunt the Firebird,’’ Mal responded making you look at him. 

‘’Or I can do something right now, an alternative to boost my power,’’ Alina suggested and you looked at her. ‘’Alternative?’’ You asked. ‘’He created soldiers of shadow,’’ Alina said. ‘’Maybe, maybe I can tear down the Fold by creating soldiers of light,’’ Alina informed. ‘’With what? Merzost?’’ You inquired. ‘’The Darkling messed with it and we got the Fold for 400 years,’’

‘’And now he has monsters who walk with him,’’ Alina argued. ‘’Give me time to track down the Firebird,’’ Mal said which made you sigh. ‘’There’s always a cost to merzost, it’s not worth the risk,’’

-

‘’Hey, you’re coming with us to Ketterdam?’’ You heard Tolya ask you as you approached him, Tolya, and Mal. ‘’You know I can’t, Queen duties,’’ You replied and rolled your eyes. ‘’Not going to lie, we all were surprised that you accepted the proposal,’’ Tamar spoke. ‘’Believe me, we all were,’’ You told her. 

‘’Too bad we can’t be here to see you in the dress that Nikolai had chosen,’’ Tamar replied. 

‘’Perhaps another time,’’ You responded. 

‘’You know it won’t be another time,’’ Tolya teased. ‘’Hey, now that she’s the Queen of Ravka, she’ll have to play dress up,’’ Tamar teased. 

‘’And the Queen of Ravka can hear you,’’ You responded as you gave them a look before you looked at them with a grin. 

 ‘’Be careful,’’ You told them before embracing him.

‘’Don’t worry, we will be back,’’ Tolya assured you and let go of you before walking away. ‘’And, don’t forget the snacks you’ll bring back from Shu Han!’’ You exclaimed. ‘’I can’t promise you anything,'' Tolya responded as you chuckled.

You , Mal, and Tamar said goodbye to each other as you walked back to your chambers to prepare for the ball. ‘’I hate this dress,’’ You murmured as you heard Alina chuckle. ‘’You look pretty, he has good taste,’’ Alina commented as you rolled your eyes and looked down at your dress. Nikolai had placed a dress in your room and it was uncomfortable for your liking. 

You disliked wearing pretty dresses and it was unusual for Alina to see you in one. ‘’How’s that, moy milaya? better?’’ The maid asked as you reached your arms. However, you couldn’t reach it further. ‘’Still can’t move my arms,’’ You replied softly and looked at her with a smile. ‘’I’ll get another corset,’’ She told you as you nodded. 

‘’Ugh, saints,’’ You whined. 

‘’It’s not that bad,’’ Alina replied as you turned around and looked at her and gave her a look. ‘’I can’t even breathe,’’ You complained. ‘’Well, I think you look great in that dress, you certainly look a queen,’’ Alina replied with a chuckle. ‘’Help me?’’ You asked and gestured to your back as Alina approached you. 

You heard the door open and you turned around to see Vasily. ‘’What do you want?’’ You asked. ‘’My my, Y/N, they never taught you manners did you?’’ Vasily remarked as Alina helped you undress behind the dressing room. You and Alina exchanged a look. You grabbed your coat as you stepped outside and looked at him. 

‘’I would prefer you call me Vasily,’’ He responded. ‘’At least when we’re in private,’’ He remarked after he heard you speak in Ravkan. ‘’What can I do for you, Moi Tsarevich?’’ You questioned. ‘’You call my brother by his given name,’’

‘’We met under different circumstances,’’ You explained. ‘’Yes, I’ve heard some find his whole Corsair act rather claiming,’’ He responded with a smirk, and you narrowed your eyes. ‘’If you excuse us-’’

‘’He must realize, no matter his aims, he will always be a second son,’’ He replied, and you looked at him. You felt your anger rise. ‘’Only I can make you a queen,’’ He spoke. ‘’I can assure you I have such no ambition,’’ 

‘’Is that so?’’ He questioned with a smirk. ‘’You’ve made no secret of your opinion on Grisha, why propose an alliance with me?’’ 

‘’I stand by my previous statements, the Ravkan people are fed up with being held hostage by Grisha tyrants, odds are some Grisha are good people, you could help me sort that out,’’ 

‘’Where would you find the time? Rumor has it you find yourself quite preoccupied at Caraveya, between the horse races and the brothels,’’ You replied boldly as you watched him take a step toward you with his jaw clenching. ‘’How many true allies do you have, Miss Starkov?’’ He questioned ‘’Grisha scraps with your sister being the leader of the Second Army, I imagine the Commander of the First would be a good one to keep,’’ He responded and glanced at Alina before looking at you.

‘’You’re a smart girl, consider your options,’’ He replied smugly before grabbing your hand softly and kissing at the top of your palm. ‘’Until then,’’ He spoke before leaving the room. You and Alina exchanged a look before you wiped your hand with disgust written on your face. 

-

You stared at your reflection and looked down at the dress before letting out a scoff. ‘’I take it down that you dislike the dress,’’ You heard Nikolai speak. You glanced up and saw him standing at the door frame with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes toward him. ‘’It’s hideous, I prefer wearing a kefta instead,’’ You spoke and turned around to face him. Nikolai chuckled and approached you. 

‘’I figured out that you would say so,’’ Nikolai replied before gesturing to the kefta he brought him with. You looked at him before letting out a grin on your face. You accepted the kefta in his hands before walking to the dressing room. You tried to get the dress off but you couldn’t reach the laces and usually, Alina would help you but she was at the party. ‘’I could use some help to undress, usually, Alina would help me but consider that she isn’t here…’’ You trailed off nervously. 

‘’Of course,’’ Nikolai replied and walked toward you. You looked in the mirror in front of you and saw him standing behind you. Your heart was beating fast when he was close to you and you could feel his fingers through the laces and you felt your cheeks warming up. You scolded yourself in your head when he was the one who made you flustered. 

You felt the laces loosen up as Nikolai met your gaze in the mirror, giving you a small smile before walking out. ‘’Some of the Grisha were kind enough to help and put this together,’’ You heard him speak as you put on the kefta. You smiled and realized that the two of you were matching before walking out. You saw Nikolai look at you with adoration in his expression while you gave a little twirl. 

‘’Well?’’ You asked. ‘’I would prefer to see you in one of the keftas instead of the pretty dresses,’’ Nikolai replied with a chuckle. ‘’I think I have just the flourish to complete the look,’’ He told you and approached you closer. ‘’Consider this as a gift,’’

You watched him grab something out of his pocket. You looked down and saw the Lantsov ring in his hand. ‘’The Lantsov Emerald,’’ You spoke and looked down. ‘’Understatement is overrated,’’ You quoted with a small smile. ‘’I love it when you quote me,’’ You just shook your head with a smile in response. 

‘’Console yourself knowing that, should you ever punch me while wearing it, you’ll probably take my eye out, and I’d very much like you to,’’ You looked at him. ‘’Wear it, that’s it, not punch me,’’ He explained as the two of you chuckled. ‘’May I?’’ He asked and you nodded. You reached your hand out and felt him grab your hand softly before placing the ringer on. ‘’I must say, this is the longest conversation we have had instead of ripping each other head’s off,’’ You spoke as you heard him laugh softly. 

‘’Indeed,’’ He spoke as the two of you walked out of the room. ‘’Your mother will not be pleased you gave this to a commoner,’’ You remarked as you stepped down the stairs. ‘’If my mother was as put off by commoners as she claims, I wouldn’t be here, now would I?’’ Nikolai retorted, making you stop. ‘’If you lead a country, you must get better at hiding what you’re thinking,’’ Nikolai spoke. 

‘’I wasn’t sure,’’ You replied as you followed after him. ‘’I heard the whispers since I was a child,’’ He replied. ‘’I’ll deny it if you repeat it, but the truth is, I couldn’t care less if I have Lantsov blood, given all the royal inbreeding, I think the bastard is probably a point in my favor,’’

‘’It’s nice when you drop the act when you’re just yourself,’’ You remarked. ‘’Was that a compliment?’’ He asked with a smirk and you just rolled your eyes. ‘’Besides, I am a prince, Y/N,’’ He remarked. ‘’Being myself is a luxury I can’t often indulge in,’’ He answered.

‘’The throne is just a prize to Vasily, like some favorite toy,’’ You replied softly before turning to face him. ‘’You, however, care about Ravka,’’ You told him, making him smile. ‘’You’d make a good king,’’ You replied. ‘’Coming from you, it means a lot,’’ He murmured and you looked into his eyes. You could see the adoration in his eyes and it made you realize that you’d fallen for him. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him considering the circumstances and you tried hard not to, knowing that your plan would involve sacrificing yourself for Alina. Nikolai met your eyes as he saw sadness flashing through your eyes before changing them. 

You hesitantly reached for his hands and he noticed the hesitation on your face before accepting it. Your heart was beating harder when you felt his touch and it was soft-spoken. ‘’You’re going to be insufferable now, aren’t you?’’ You remarked. Nikolai let out a laugh at the comment you made. 

The laugh, you thought for yourself. You stared at Nikolai with an unreadable expression on your face. It was the kind of laugh that you would bottle up and get drunk on the darkest nights. ‘’I’m already insufferable, love,’’ Nikolai retorted with a grin on his face. You chuckled as you felt him squeeze your hand before walking out to the room. 

You heard the classical music playing in the background while the massive crowd around you was chatting and drinking. ‘’I was not expecting this,’’ Nikolai murmured with the same surprise on his face. You looked around and tried to see Alina and Mal. ‘’Where’s Mal and Alina?’’ You asked him with concern. ‘’I know my company doesn’t account for much, but at least pretend to enjoy yourself,’’ Nikolai spoke. 

You gave him a look before scanning the room. ‘’I don’t see them,’’ You began to grow worried and Nikolai sensed it. ‘’Listen, I can assure you that the two of them are fine, maybe the two lovebirds are in a private room and doing saints know what,’’ You wrinkled your face in disgust before looking at him with a deadpanned expression. ‘’I did not want to hear that,’’ You muttered. ‘’After all, that gelatin deer gave its life for your entertainment,’’ Nikolai spoke and leaned to your ear. You turned your gaze and realized that he was so close to your lips and you yanked your head away from him. 

Nikolai smirked at your reaction. ‘’It’s not just like them, you know,’’ You murmured. ‘’They would be here with me, and well, watching us while teasing,’’ You remarked. ‘’You can’t fault them for being a little late,’’ Nikolai responded and looked at you. ‘’You can’t be worried about Alina and Mal, they can take care of themselves, you know?’’ Nikolai said and you sighed. ‘’I know, I’m just worried,’’ 

‘’Perhaps your loyal Sun Summoner and tracker don’t share your enthusiasm for your festivities,’’ You heard Vasily’s voice speak from behind you as you and Nikolai exchanged a look. ‘’If you excuse me, Moi Tsarevich,’’ You spoke as Nikolai nodded at you before you walked away. You sighed with frustration and walked around in the crowd trying to find Alina. However, you spotted Tamar speaking with Nadia. ‘’I guess I owe you the money,’’ You heard Tamar speak when she saw you approaching them. 

‘’What?’’ You questioned her. 

‘’We were all betting if you would choose the dress,’’ Nadia explained. ‘’Well, I guess you were wrong then,’’ You spoke and looked at Tamar. ‘’Have you seen Alina and Mal?’’ You asked Tamar with concern as Nadia went back for more champagne. ‘’Well-’’ 

‘’Y/N, have you seen Mal?’’ Alina interrupted you as you turned around. ‘’Saints, Alina, I was looking for you and Mal,’’ You replied before embracing her tightly. ‘’He’s probably late, you know,’’ Tamar spoke as she tried to assure you. You could feel that something was wrong but you tried to ignore the feeling. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Vasily speak. ‘’A toast!’’ You and Alina exchanged a look. ‘’I’d like to share some words about my brother, Nikolai,’’ Vasily spoke and pointed toward Nikolai. You narrowed your eyes. ‘’Yes, yes, we all know he’s pretentious,’’ He spoke and chuckled. ‘’Condescending, a man of the people…’’ 

You frowned when you felt a strange feeling. You could feel that something was wrong as you looked up at the ceiling glass with wonder. It was the same feeling that you felt when you and Aleksander had connected for the first time back at the Little Palace, but then you saw it. 

The shadows. ‘’Alina…’’ You spoke, making her turn to face you with confusion, and then, everything happened so fast that you didn’t have the time to react. ‘’Run!’’ You shouted at Alina when the Nichevo'ya appeared. People were screaming, several gunshots were heard and you hid behind a pole. 

You couldn’t think and you were terrified. Terrified of your own life, Nikolai, Mal, and Alina. You gasped when you saw the Nichevo'ya dragged Vasily in the air before tearing him apart. Alina used her magic as she tried to kill them but it was no use. ‘’Somebody, protect the Queen!’’ You heard one of them say. Nadia and Adrik used their powers against the Nichevo'ya and you tried to run toward Alina, however, the Nichevo'ya knocked them away. 

‘’Alina!’’ You shouted with fear and you froze in place when the Nichevo'ya turned to you. You widened your eyes as you felt your blood run cold. ‘’Y/N!’’ Alina shouted and you could see her eyes with terror when she saw the Nichevo'ya was coming for you. You felt strong arms wrapping around your waist, dragging away from Alina as Tamar and the others tried to protect her too. 

‘’Let me go! Alina!’’ You shouted. ‘’Y/N, we need to go, now!’’ Nikolai raised his voice as he tried to drag you away from there. ‘’Find Mal!’’ You tried to shout before you felt him drag you away from Alina.

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Dian Hanson, en una antología del género Pin Up para Taschen, lo definió como "Una imagen provocativa pero nunca explícita de una mujer atractiva, creada específicamente para ser exhibida públicamente en un entorno masculino".

Y ella es el icono Pin Up más famoso de la historia. Mucho antes del #MeToo, siempre intentó mantener su independencia, rechazando ofertas, hasta del mismísimo Howard Hughes, que tenía un equipo para llamarla y acosarla.

Bettie Page nació un 22 de Abril de 1923 en Nashville.

Tuvo una infancia difícil, sin afectos, ni dinero, varias mudanzas y abusos.

Su padre era un alcohólico y su madre una mujer casi analfabeta.

Vivían en medio de la pobreza, y la única isla de esa realidad, era alguna escapada al cine, donde sus ojos infantiles veían como verdaderas hadas, a esas actrices, siempre bellas y perfectas.

Pero cuando la pantalla se apagaba, también lo hacían sus sueños.

De regreso al hogar, cocinaba, limpiaba y ayudaba en las tareas a sus hermanos.

Siempre preparaba alguna actuación, donde bailaba y reía todo el tiempo.

Ella y sus hermanos fueron separados por los servicios sociales y alojados en orfanatos.

Fue muy buena alumna de instituto, donde conoció a Billy Neal, un compañero con el que se casó, poco antes de que él sea movilizado por el Ejército en la II GM.

Obtuvo una Licenciatura en Artes en la Universidad de Peabody, en Tennessee, y comenzó a trabajar como profesora. Pero no funcionó.

Recordaba años más tarde que "No podía controlar a mis alumnos, sobre todo a los chicos".

Bettie en 1945 se traslada a NYC, donde trabaja como secretaria, mientras recibía clases de interpretación. Consiguió una audición en la 20th Century Fox, pero su prueba de cámara fue mal manejada y no fue aceptada.

Neal regresó de la guerra en 1947, y comenzó un bucle de violencia verbal y física en la relación.

Aún amenazada de muerte, Betty lo abandona.

Caminando por la playa de Coney Island sin rumbo, conoció a Jerry Tibbs, un policía de NY y fotógrafo aficionado, que la invitó a su estudio para una potencial sesión de fotos como modelo Pin Up.

El estilo había nacido en los 40', donde las imágenes de esas chicas aparecieron en sensuales calendarios y postales, y sus dibujos desde tanques, hasta barcos y aviones.

Fue Tibbs quién le sugirió un flequillo, que ya no la abandonaría.

El éxito fue inmediato. Su imagen comenzó a aparecer en muchas revistas como Stare, Gaze, Vue, Titter, Beauty Parade, o Eyeful entre otras, y muy pronto se convirtió en la modelo preferida de los clubes de fotografía, apareciendo en garages, talleres, gasolineras y habitaciones.

Poco después conoció a los hermanos Irving y Paula Klaw, propietarios de Movie Star News, una pequeña productora de cine.

Así, en tres cortos casi amateurs, y filmados en 16 mm, Striporama, Varietease y Teaserama, Bettie apareció en filmes de una naif temática BDSM.

Lo que verdaderamente la distingue de las demás pin-up, era que nunca dejó de ser ella misma.

Tenía una candidez en la expresión y una alegría natural de chica sana, que la alejaba de todo el maniqueísmo del género.

Actuaba, no era, y siempre dominaba la situación.

Pero su consagración llegaría cuando Bunny Yeager, la fotografía para un póster de la edición de Enero de 1955 de la revista Playboy que la convirtió en una de las playmates más famosas de todos los tiempos.

Pero todo terminó en la Nochebuena de 1958.

Bettie se sentí­a tan sola, que decidió entrar en una iglesia bautista de Key West. Vio una luz de neón en forma de cruz, mientras estaba tumbada a la orilla de mar. Se habí­a mudado a Florida, tras fracasar su segundo matrimonio y sufrir una crisis nerviosa.

"El Señor me llevó de la mano, y perdonó mis pecados", declaró.

Así, dejó la vida pública, y comenzó a predicar, siguiendo al Pastor Billy Graham.

En su conversión, hasta llegó al África,

donde fue misionera en Angola.

Luego, ya en la década de los 70', sufrió graves problemas mentales, una inestabilidad que obligaron a internarla en un instituto psiquiátrico.

Estuvo con algunos intervalos, bajo tratamiento en el Patton State Hospital de San Bernardino hasta 1992. Al salir vivía de las ayudas públicas.

Hugh Heffner salió a su rescate y gestionó sus derechos de imagen, y a partir de entonces, ella comenzó a recibir regalías por la comercialización de todo tipo de productos con sus fotografías, como camisetas, tazas, carteles, libros, y varias producciones cinematográficas sobre su vida, y pudo pasar sus últimos años sin necesidades.

Falleció en Diciembre del 2008.

Símbolo de la Cultura Pop y la revolución sexual de los 60' y 70', enfrentó el puritanismo y se convirtió en la más legendaria de las Pin Ups, con un espíritu libre y colmado de belleza.

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