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theoreticslut · 3 years

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Tu m'appartiens // g.w.

pairing: george weasley x reader

requested: no

word count: 3.4k

warnings: some jealousy, somewhat steamy dialogue?, fluff

A/N: Ahhh! I’ve been wanting to write this for like two weeks now, and thanks to my brain deciding 3am is the perfect time to remember my high school french lessons and create a full french conversation as I’m trying to go to bed, I figured why not write it today when I’ve already got a good portion of the french out of the way. It also helps that my laptop magically started behaving again for me so I could type on here instead of my phone. I’m very excited to have this done, and I really hope you guys like it too. I feel like I’ve lost my touch for writing so I’m just trying to get back into it. disclaimer - I have never and will never claim fluency in french. All the french in this is simply from my memory of how things should be formatted with help from the internet. If you fluently speak french and notice there’s errors, don’t worry about letting me know. Just be kind about it. That or you can just ignore it for me, that’s be cool too. Anyways, I hope you guys like this!! Xx

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*Translations added after each phrase!

"Mon Cheri! (Honey) I'm home. How was your day today?" Your father asks as he apparates into the kitchen. You smile, closing the fridge door as you grabbed a bowl of grapes.

"Bonjour, papa. I've been good. How about you? How was work?" You ask, taking a seat at the kitchen island while your father busies himself with taking off his jacket and getting comfortable.

"Good, good. You remember that eccentric coworker of mine I was telling you about? Arthur?"

You nod, popping a grape into your mouth. It was one of the first things he had told you about after moving here to Britain and starting work at the Ministry. You had to admit that the man sounded interesting. Bright red hair and obsessed with muggle inventions. He sounded like he'd be a fun person to talk to. Not to mention, your father had said he was extraordinarily kind and welcoming. You were glad he had met someone to get him acquainted with the new job.

"We were talking today and I had mentioned that you were going to be starting at Hogwarts beginning of September, so of course he was wondering how old you were. So I told him, and guess what? It turns out he has two sons - twins - your age."

"Vraiment (really)? That's cool, papa. You think they'll be able to help me adjust to Hogwarts?"

"I'm hoping, mon cheri (honey). Arthur invited us over for dinner to introduce us to his family, and so you could meet his children. Says he's got the twins that are your age, a boy two years younger, and a daughter a year younger than that. At the very least, you can get to know some kids before starting school, yeah?"

"Of course. It sounds like fun, papa. When did he invite us over for?"

"Sunday. Is that alright?"

"Perfect! Can't wait!"

~.~

When Sunday finally comes around, you're a mess of nerves and excitement. You nervous about meeting new people, especially kids you'd be going to school with. You didn't have any problems with school or having friends back at Beauxbatons, but being in a new country, you weren't sure what people would think of you.

It's not like you weren't a kind and friendly person, but there was the worry of people teasing you for speaking a different language. You knew English well enough, but you still had the French accent which you were sure sounded funny to others.

"Are you ready, y/n?"

You look up to see your father poking his head into the room. You smile and nod, taking a deep breath to calm your rising nerves. You weren't usually this nervous about anything, but you could feel your heart racing and palms sweating. You only hoped you wouldn't make a fool of yourself in front of the Weasley family.

"Yeah. As ready as I can be I guess."

He smiles, motioning for you to follow him out. You quickly grab your jacket and bag, taking one last glance around the room to make sure you weren't forgetting anything. Sighing, you decide that you've got everything you think you'll need before following your father out of the apartment to your shared car.

Since you hadn't yet been to the Weasley's home, you decided it would be best to drive there instead of apparating or using the Floo. You weren't sure exactly how far away they lived, but it couldn't have been too far.

~.~

Reading road signs, you smile as you drive through Ottery St Catchpole as it's a quaint little town with few houses spread across the land. You figured it was as beautiful a place as any to live, better than in the middle of a larger town like you and your father did. Out here you got to hear birds and nature, whereas the town rang loud with cars and chatter. You could never find any peace in the city, but there was no shortage of it here.

"Well that's nice." you hear your father compliment, looking at the slightly lopsided house in front of the two of you.

"Is this the Weasley's?"

"I believe so. It's a nice home they've got, isn't it mon cherie (my dear)?"

"Beautiful. It looks like it'd be homey inside." You smile, getting out of the car as your dad turns off the car.

"y/d/n, I'm glad to see you. This must be your daughter?" A red-haired man asks, smiling at the both of you as he comes out from the house.

"She is. It's nice to see you, Arthur. Thank you for inviting us to dinner."

"Yes, merci (Thank you) Mr. Weasley." You smile, curtseying lightly at the older man.

"It's nice to meet you, dear. Y/n, right?"

You nod and smile, shaking the hand that Arthur holds out to you.

"Oui (Yes). It's nice to meet you too."

"Well come on inside and meet my wife and our children. Get comfortable." Arthur invites, leading you and your father back to the house.

Upon entering you're met with a hug from an older woman, who you can only assume is Mrs. Weasley. Already you're liking this family, but you can't help but notice that she too sports ginger hair.

"Hello, Hello. It's so nice to meet you. You must be, y/n?"

"Uh, yes. Enchanté, Mrs. Weasley. It's nice to meet you." You smile, a small blush coming to your cheeks.

Your father was an affectionate person, but this was a whole new level. You can't say you didn't mind it though. You hadn't even been inside the house for five minutes yet, but you already felt welcomed and cared for.

"Oh, dear. Call me Molly. I'm so glad you and your dad decided to come tonight. Arthur hasn't been able to stop talking about his new French co-worker and daughter."

You nod, chuckling a bit. Your dad has been the same way about Arthur. It's no surprise that they were friends.

"When I found out how old you were, I just had to invite you all over. My children are...somewhere around here. Let's introduce you. Fred and George are in the same year, so I thought it'd be great for you three to get to know each other before classes start."

"Of course. I appreciate it tremendously, Molly. It'll definitely be nice to know at least someone when I start."

"Of course, dear. Here, one second."

"Fred! George! Ron! Ginny! Come meet our guests!"

You smile, taking the time to look around the house at all the pictures and personal touches. There was no denying that this house was full of love.

"Guests?" You hear someone ask, footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Yes, Fred. I told you all we'd be having your father's work friend and his daughter over this weekend." Molly sighs as two identical boys come into view.

You can't help but chew on your lip as you smile lightly. The two boys were definitely attractive, but you didn't want to think about that right now. You weren't looking for a relationship.

"Boys, meet Y/n." Molly introduces, motioning towards you.

"Hi. Enchanté."

" Enchanté?" they ask, brows furrowing in confusion.

"Nice to meet you. It's a standard greeting, guys." You hear someone else call and your attention is drawn over to the doorway where yet another ginger has appeared with a blonde attached to his arm. You're not quite sure why, but the blonde seems even more comforting than Molly.

"Bill! I'm glad you and Fleur and could make it!" You hear Molly smile, pulling the man into a hug as the blonde smiles, greeting the woman with a small hug.

"Ohh. It's nice to meet you too. I'm George." one smiles, holding his hand out for our to shake.

"I'm Fred." The other introduces, giving you a cheeky smile as you blush lightly, shaking both of their hands.

You try to find any differences between them, but there's not many. You can tell that one, George if you remember correctly, has a bit more of an oval-shaped face compared to his brother, but that’s about all you can tell right now.

“Ah, Salut! Bon soir.(Hi! Good evening)” The blonde greets, excited at having another French women in the place. She loved Bill and his family, but she did miss France. She could only imagine how overwhelmed to must feel.

“Bon soir.” You greet, smiling as she quickly kisses each of your cheeks in typical French greeting.

“Je m’appelle Fleur. Tu t’appelles est...?” (My name is Fleur. Your name is...)

“Y/n. Enchanté (nice to meet you), Fleur. Comment ça va (how are you)?” You inquire out of politeness, realizing now why she seemed so comforting to you when she walked in - she was French which was familiar, hence comforting.

“Enchanté. Ça va très bien! Et toi?” (Nice to meet you. I am very well! And you?)

“Eh, ça va. C’est trés fou (eh, okay. It’s very crazy)” you chuckle, earning a small chuckle and nod from her.

“Ah, oui (yes). You get used to it though, y/n.”

You sigh and nod, looking around at all the people currently occupying the house. You definitely did not expect this when your father had told you that you'd been invited over for dinner.

~.~

"So, y/n, dear. Are you excited for Hogwarts?" Molly asks as you all sit down and eat dinner.

"I am. I'm a bit nervous though. Never really thought I'd be transferring schools this late in my education, especially to another country."

"That's understandable, dear. Hogwarts is wonderful though. All of my children have gone there, and you'll have these four to help get you situated." She smiles, nodding towards the twins, ron, and Ginny, who you met shortly after Fleur.

"Absolutely! It'll be so much fun having you around." Ginny smiles, taking a bite of her food.

"What did you think of hogwarts when you visited, mon ange (my angel)?" You hear Bill ask Fleur.

You furrow your brows, not expecting Fleur to have attended Hogwarts.

"It was nice. Different to Beauxbatons, but I don't ‘ave any complaints." She smiles.

You nod, feeling a little better knowing that someone else had had a good experience with the school having come from another country.

"Fred and George, I'm sure, will have no problem showing you around and introducing you to people. And they'll behave for your sake." Molly indirectly threatens, a chuckle leaving Fred's lips.

"Of course, mum. We won't scare the poor girl. Not right away at least."

"Pardon (excuse me)?" you ask, a little worried about who your classmates were already.

"Ignore him, y/n. They like to pull pranks around the castle, but if they ever pulled one on you, I'm sure they know that I'll be coming for them, don't you guys?" ginny questions, cocking a brow at her two older brothers.

"Of course, Gin. We wouldn't dream of pranking y/n here." George states, both him and Fred looking a bit nervous at their sister's warning.

You chuckle, smiling at the ginger girl who is quickly becoming your favourite weasley. She sends a small wink your way, enjoying the hold she has over her brothers.

~.~

You sigh, gulping back nerves as you look at all the students around the platform. You knew that Hogwarts wasn't a small school, but you had never really stopped to consider just how many students there would be.

"You doing okay?" Fred asks, him and George coming to stand either side of you.

"Just perfect." You quip, your eyes dancing with worry as your heart pounds out the

song.

"Breathe, y/n. We'll be here and so will Ron and Ginny. I'm sure Hermione will be by your side too once she gets to know you." George reassures, resting his arm on your shoulder.

"Y/n!"

You turn at the call of your name, lighting up when you see Fleur and Bill coming your way. You luckily made friends with Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny pretty quickly, but you were beyond grateful you had made friends with Fleur as well. She has truly been the one keeping you calm and getting adjusted to Britain so far.

"Fleur! I'm glad to see you!" You smile, hugging her.

"Respire (take a breath/breathe). You'll be fine, I promise."

"Ahh, Je suis très nerveuse (Ahh, I am very nervous)." you admit. She gives you a small smile, noticing the worry in your face.

"Je sais (I know). just breathe."

You take a deep breath, watching her anxiously as she sends you a small smile.

"You will be fine. Je le jure (I swear)."

"Y/n, we better board the train soon if we want a good seat." George calls to you, nodding towards the train behind him.

"I'll be right there." You sigh, a smile playing on your lips as you watch the ginger twin you've become friends with.

"Y/n...Que penses-tu de lui (what do you think of him)?" Fleur asks you, taking notice of how much you've seemed to calm down while looking at him.

"Qui (who)? George?"

"Ah, oui." She says, as if it was obvious.

"Oh. Uh, Je ne sais pas. Je veux dire...Il est très mignon." (oh. Uh, I don’t know. I mean...he is very cute.)

She smiles, glancing back at Bill as she replies, "Je le savais (I knew it)!"

"Fleur! Shush. It's not like anything's going to come of it."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Y/n. Anyways, you need to get going! Bonne chance (good luck). You'll do great!"

You huff, frowning as Fleur shoves you towards the train and where George is standing. You adore her, but she sure is frustrating at times. How could she possibly think you have a chance with him?

He smiles when he sees you, grabbing your hand with his as he pulls you on to the train, barely giving you a chance to catch your balance from when Fleur pushed you.

~.~

"Tu es un idiot (you are an idiot), george." You sigh, shaking your head at the redhead as he makes a stupid joke.

"Hey!" he laughs, understanding what you said thanks to you teaching him a bit of French here and there.

After noticing how you spoke in french from time to time, George asked you to teach him just for fun. That and he kind of wanted to know what you were saying.

He truly enjoyed it too. He loved listening to you speak french and loved it even more when you complimented him on his pronunciation. He couldn't help but feel proud when you smiled at him because he finally understood a word or started pronouncing it right, either.

You two have become really close since you started teaching him, too. You could easily say that he was your closest friend here, but you would never complain about it. George was amazing to talk to and hang out with, always making you laugh and smile.

Although, as you had at Beauxbatons, you easily made friends here at Hogwarts. You might not have been close to any of them like you were with George, but you almost always had someone you could say hi to in the halls.

George was glad you could make friends so easily as he knew how anxious it had made you, but at the same time, he was a bit jealous. He's not sure why or when this happened, but he found himself not wanting to share you. He didn't want you being friendly with other guys, and he surely didn't want them being friendly with you.

George wasn't blind, nor was he dumb. He knew how attractive you were, having been taken aback when he first saw you that night at his house for dinner. He knew that others would find you attractive, especially since you were a new girl and had this beautiful accent. On top of that, you were just overwhelming charismatic. Not only were you kind, but you were brilliant and confident. You easily captured the attention of a room wherever you were, and maybe that's why George was so jealous. You were no longer his little secret, but rather a well-known personality among everyone.

"Are you ever nice to me?" he pouts, jokingly as you. You purse your lips in thought, following in the joking tone.

"Ehh, parfois (sometimes). I did teach you French if you remember correctly."

"That you did, ma lapine (my bunny). " he smiles, bumping his shoulder with yours.

~.~

"Yeah, if you'd ever like to study together, we could get together..."

George fumes as he watches Roger Davies shamelessly flirt with you. He knew this would start soon enough, but that doesn’t mean he'd like it. He's still jealous whenever some guy says hi to you, not that he has any right to, but he does.

As he watches you smile and agree with Davies, he can't help but start clenching his jaw together, absentmindedly grinding his teeth.

He should be the one you're talking to and flirting with, Not Davies nor anyone else. He should be the one to be bring a smile to your face and a laugh from your lips. He should be the one you're with, not anyone else.

In all reality, he's the one that fell for you first. Surely you have to see that. Or at least feel that. Otherwise why would you smile at him the way you do? Why would you spend your nights with him, even when you have Ginny and Hermione and your roommates to hang out with?

"Bonjour, mon amour (hello, my love)." you greet, having taken to calling him your love shortly after he started calling you his bunny.

"George? Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" (what’s wrong?)

You frown as he looks upset, angry. You can't recall him looking this angry over anything before. Sure you've only known him since July, but that's still a lot of time for you two to see each other in a number of emotional states.

You pout, eyes filled with concern as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight to his side before you start walking to merlin knows where.

"Hey, y/n, Ma lapine."

"yes, Qu'est-que c'est (what is it)?"

You watch as George leans down, lips barely ghosting over your ear. The only reason you know he's there is from his hot breath fanning over the crest of your ear. You gasp a little, trying to contain a shiver as you feel your heart rate quicken at his proximity. You've liked George practically since you met him, but you never expected anything to happen between the two of you. He's got your mind spinning right now, however, with his actions.

"George" You mumble, turning your head slightly towards him.

"Tu m'appartiens (you belong to me)." He nearly growls, your knees becoming weak at his statement.

"Pardon (sorry)? George, what-"

"Comprenez vous? Tu m'appartiens (Do you understand? You belong to me)." He states again, butterflies erupting in your stomach as your mind blanks to anything aside from him.

"Oui...Oui (yes), George. Je t'appartiens (I belong to you)." you answer, quietly, not quite believing what you're hearing. You belong to him? Please, that's a dream. A very, very, very pleasant dream.

"Good. I don't like seeing other guys flirt with you, and I don't like seeing you so friendly with them back. I like you, y/n. Je t'aime beaucoup (I like you a lot)."

"mon dieu (my god)." You sigh, your knees still weak and the desire to kiss him only intensifying with each passing second.

"You okay, ma lapine (my bunny)?"

"You will be the death of me, george weasley. I like you, too, and merlin I want to kiss you."

He chuckles, the sound melodic to your ears, as he leans closer to you with a smile resting on his lips.

"Yeah? Can you ask me that in French?"

"The death of me, weasley." You sigh, loving the soft chuckle coming from his lips.

"embrasse-moi, s'il te plait." (please kiss me)

"I really love when you speak French, darling." He smiles, a soft groan leaving his throat before he's pressing his lips to yours.

You smile against his lips, not quite believing this is real until he nips at your bottom lip, drawing a soft whine from your body and a blush to your cheeks.

"I really like you, George. I'm so glad we met when we did." You smile, looking up into his beautiful brown eyes once you pull away from the kiss.

"Me too, darling." He agrees, pressing a quick kiss to your lips again before suggesting you go find your friends, or at the very least get out of the halls before a teacher catches the two of you.

You can't help but smile as he slides his hand into yours as you walk, squeezing your hand gently as if he needed the reassurance that you were there and real. You honestly never expected to find a boyfriend when you moved, but you were quite happy with the chain of events that led you here.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #hp fanfic #hp fluff #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley fluff #french

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bluerosewritings · 3 years

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Heart’s Arrow | Rook x Reader

Happy birthday Rook! 🥳🥳

“Just like that...” Rook whispers next to you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and the other lightly cusping your outstretched hand. You don’t see his eyes move, but he hums in delight. “Parfait. Go ahead, mon cher.”

He backs away three steps, giving you space. Just as he’d instructed you, you take a deep breathe before letting go of the string and watching the arrow fly. The thud echoed throughout Night Raven College’s field as it pierced the target. Anticipation heavy in your chest, you place down your bow on to the floor beside you and walk up the designated path then across to where your target was, biting your lip as you approach, praying for a bullseye.

You move in front of the target and sigh.

“What’s wrong, mon cher?” Rook calls out from the other end of your impromptu archery range. With his superhuman vision, you were sure he already knew, but decided to humour him anyway.

Though that didn’t mean you were going to announce your disappointment to whoever else was on the field. You clasp you hand around the base of the arrow engraved into the target’s fabric and yank it out, along with the rest of the arrows you’d borrowed from Rook. Once they were tucked safely under your arm, you took off down the designated path again. When you were back, Rook met you at the end of the walkway and took his arrows off you, his bow already magically (probably literally) gone.

“It just grazed the target.” You admit with a defeated tone, unable to look Rook in the eye after the months he’d spent mentoring you.

“Magnifique! That’s wonderful progress!” Rook complimented.

His words didn’t do anything to improve your mood. Rook always managed to see the beauty in all situations - while it was one of the qualities you (secretly (hopefully)) loved about him, it always made you worry about whether what you were doing was good or whether the positivity was just coming from Rook’s never ending optimism.

“Mon cher?” Rook frowned as you sat down and leaned against a nearby tree. “What’s the matter?”

“...nothing.” You deny, not in the mood to talk it over just yet. “Can you just... demonstrate for me?”

Rook blinks then chuckles, throwing his arms up in fake dismay and shaking his head. “How many times would that be now? Well, it’s of no matter. Watch closely, oui?”

You nod mutely. Rook gives you one last smile before retrieving his bow and taking up his position while simultaneously nocking an arrow. You envied his elegance while doing so. He seemed so at peace with himself, yet so eager to shoot at the same time, eyes locked on to the target like it was the one prey he’d been seeking all his life. Then off the arrow flew and that intense moment went with it, making you second-guess yourself once again.

You continued to watch Rook diminish the arrows in his quiver until he ran out. The entire time you wondered whether you would reach the same level as Rook some day. Archers had always been interesting for you, whether it be in movies, TV shows, books or just plain old real life. So when you learnt that Rook was an expert on archery, you’d begged him to teach you - or, well, you would have if he hadn’t accepted the second the first plea left your mouth.

“I thought I told you to watch closely?”

You look up and see Rook looming over you, quiver once again full with it arrows and bow strapped to his back. Instead of continuing to scold you, he sits down in front so you couldn’t look away.

“...How do you do it so well?” You ask after a moment. “You always look so... perfect. It’s mesmerising.”

“Ah, merci, mon cher, for the high praise!” Rook exclaims, his smile widening. “But it’s just the old saying - practice makes perfect, and I have been practicing since I was young.”

Letting out an irritated sigh, your shoulders slump and you turn your gaze away.

“But!” Rook’s sudden continuation caused you to look at him once again. “That does not mean you cannot reach the same level, mon cher. Your work today - true beauté! I’ve never seen a more captivating expression.”

Despite your best efforts, a happy blush rises to your cheeks at the compliment. “Thank you... though, is there really no other advice you could give?”

Rook chuckles at your determination. As a mentor, he supposed he offer some pointers, so he thought over what he could say.

“Well,” he hums, “it always helps me to think of who I wish to capture the most - the one target I hope my arrows fly true to.”

“That sounded oddly romantic.” You giggle slightly. “Who is it, Leona?”

“As magnifique as Roi du Léon is, I must admit that someone new has captured my attention.” Rook admits, catching you off-guard. “Someone from whom I truly hope to embody the name ‘Hunter of Love’ for.”

“I-I see...” You nod, even more surprised that you had been correct about the romantic aspect of his words too.

“I have to ask a question, as well, mon cher.” Rook says, leaning in slightly closer. “Why do you wish to get a bullseye so bad?”

Your hands clenched into fists. A month ago, you wouldn’t have had an answer - you would have simply said you wanted the satisfaction, the thrill of reaching your childhood dream. But now...

Now you wanted it because that would be the day you finally confess to Rook.

“...It’s personal.” Is all you share. Rook doesn’t seem to react. “Once I reach that goal, well... I promised myself I’d do something then.”

Rook leans back, seemingly satisfied. “What a coincidence. I promised myself to do something when that day arrives as well.”

You’re taken aback momentarily, then shake your head. For all you knew, Rook could just mean moving on to teach you how to fire an arrow with your feet instead. You shouldn’t allow yourself to get your hopes up.

“All the more reason for me to reach it, then!” You smile, your confidence returning as talking about your goal fills you with determination.

Rook nods and stands up, offering you a hand. “Then let’s not waste anymore time, mon béguin.”

You accept the hand but raise an eyebrow at the sudden change of nicknames. “Mon béguin? What happened to mon cher?”

“It just feels more right, mon béguin.” Rook says, looking as if he was trying the words out on his tongue. “Oui... mon béguin. That is parfait for now.”

You laugh a little, long used to this kind of behaviour from Rook. “I’m going to practice my stance a bit first, if that’s alright.”

“Of course!” Rook nods and eagerly hands you his bow.

You smile appreciatively at him and return to your place in front of your chosen target. Rook watches you happily, his expression a perfect mask of content.

“Mon béguin is good for now.” He repeats to himself, quieter than a whisper. “But one day, I hope you shall allow me to call you mon amour.”

Translations:

Parfait - Perfect

Mon cher - My dear

Magnifique - Magnificent

Oui - Yes

Merci - Thank you

Beauté - Beauty

Mon béguin - My crush

Mon amour - My love

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader

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translations-by-aiimee · 3 years

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Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 25

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 25 - Cemetery

Buzz buzz. . .

Was there an earthquake? Lin Yan sat up abruptly from the sofa, looked around in a daze, and fixed his gaze on the coffee table.

It was just his phone. Lin Yan rubbed his face and answered the phone. Suddenly Yin Zhou's angry roar came through the receiver, shocking him enough to almost make him fall back on the sofa.

"Your Excellency finally decided to answer the phone!"

Lin Yan held the phone away from his ear and muttered: "I didn't get home from the kid's father's house until really late. I just woke up." Speaking of, he looked up at the wall clock. It was 10:20 in the morning. That doesn't add up. Based on Yin Zhou's usual schedule right now, he should still be lying in bed, dead to the world.

"Hurry up and get to the hospital! I called you 20 times and you weren't answering." Yin Zhou suddenly lowered his voice: "Something's not right."

". . . What? What happened to Xiao Yang?" Lin Yan grew anxious.

Yin Zhou hesitated on the phone and replied, "It's not. . . you, you'd better come and see it for yourself. I can't explain it."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yan hurriedly washed his face, brushed his teeth and rushed to the hospital. Before leaving, he made a point to check every room. There was no one, no ghost. Xiao Yu didn't come back at all last night.

When Lin Yan arrived at Xiao Yang's room, Lin Yan understood what Yin Zhou was saying about something being off. The windows of the ward, which had been painted over by the little Daoist priest the day before, were clean. The charms written in cinnabar on the walls were gone, the windows had been scrubbed, and the small bedside table was piled high with flowers and food. The girl, on the other hand, was quietly curled up under the blanket, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Xiao Yang's mother wasn't there. Lin Yan gently walked in, and suddenly there was a scrap of a stool from the other corner of the ward. His attention snapped over and he saw the middle-aged man who slammed the door on him standing on top of a stool with his wife. He was wearing a paper hat, clutching a rag and working hard to scrub down the walls. When he saw Lin Yan come in, the man rushed over as if he had seen a saviour. He grabbed his hand and whined tearfully: "Master, I know I have no conscience. I'll do anything you say, anything, just have mercy and leave us alone!"

This situation seemed like it was straight out of a drama. Lin Yan almost thought he was imagining things. He was thinking about whether he should leave and start over again. Zhou Mo saw that he was going to leave, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed him with his other hand. "I brought all the things Jintian loved to eat and play when he was alive, and I've cleaned the room three times. I'll do whatever you say. Please don't let that thing follow me. I can't live in my house now!"

"Alright, alright, let go first. . ." Lin Yan tried hard to pull his arm off.

"Lin Yan, you're here!" Yin Zhou's voice suddenly sounded from behind him. Lin Yan looked back and saw that Yin Zhou and A-Yan were walking in with a pile of things. They glanced at Zhou Mo as if they weren't surprised, and then slipped a package into his arms.

"I-I checked. This is too much. Just pick two things and buy some incense paper money to bring with you. T-That'll be enough."

"Whatever, whatever!" Zhou Mo replied bitterly while holding the bag.

Yin Zhou picked up a paper windmill from the bag. He glanced at it and threw it back. He sneered at Zhou Mo and said to Lin Yan: "This dude looks very stylish but his brain's not quite right. He was just supposed to come to see his son. Why is he acting like he lost his mind? He showed up this morning in a suit and leather shoes, picked up a broom and started to clean. Everyone was shouting, a nurse even threw him out, but now he's scrubbing the walls." Yin Zhou flexed his hands: "Is he also possessed?"

"Well, 'He who never wrongs others does not fear the knock in the night'. This dude has done a lot of bad things, maybe he just got a little karma yesterday." Lin Yan looked relaxed: "That door knock might have been a bit loud."

The little Daoist priest smiled beside him. Yin Zhou was still confused and shook his head in disbelief.

"It's a long story." Lin Yan curled his lips: "A-Yan, I brought them, what should we do?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Zhou Mo repeated his pleas with a frown, holding a rag. "Young man, you can help. My whole family is waiting outside. The nanny was scared away. My child is at his grandma's house. . ."

Lin Yan glanced at him in disgust: "I thought I was just cheating you out of money. Are you going to pay me? You're smarter than that."

Zhou Mo's eyebrows furrowed. He wanted to say something but, to save what pride he had left, his mouth slammed shut like a fly had flown in. Lin Yan pointed to Xiao Yang who was lying on the bed and said to Zhou Mo: "Ask him. If your son forgives you, I'll leave you alone."

Zhou Mo looked at the girl under the blanket completely speechless and nodded tearfully.

"It-It's good that he's here. Later, we'll go to his son's grave and burn one of his belongings for Jintian and let him put a few plates of fruit as an offering." A-Yan said.

"Should we go now?" Although Yin Zhou didn't fully understand what was happening, he looked at the young wife next to Zhou Mo and could make a rough guess. He gazed at Xiao Yang sympathetically. "Let the child find peace quicker."

Lin Yan was just about to nod when suddenly he saw Xiao Yu at the door, who had appeared at some point, leaning on the door frame and staring at him. From this position, his long figure was bathed in sunshine, and he looked like he was straight out of a magazine advertisement. Lin Yan was a little stunned. He smiled at Yin Zhou and whispered: "Wait a minute, I still have something to do." He walked around to Xiao Yu. The ghost's eyes changed. When he reached out to hold him, Lin Yan shook his head and dragged him to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

This floor only had private rooms so the public washroom was rarely occupied. After making sure that all the stalls were empty, Lin Yan locked the door with a click.

"I'm impressed. Tell me, what extraordinary methods did you use?" Lin Yan asked Xiao Yu, propping himself against the marble counter, tilting his head.

Xiao Yu shook his head.

"I'm really curious." Lin Yan raised his eyebrows: "The man wasn't even hurt. How did you do it?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah." Lin Yan nodded.

Xiao Yu nudged his chin with his finger and said after some thought, "You asked for it."

Seeing Xiao Yu turn around, Lin Yan suddenly sensed an ominous sensation, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "No, no, I don't want to see, ah!"

Unexpectedly, before he closed his eyes, a hideous face appeared in front of him. His eyes became two deep black holes, and half of his face muscles were rotting, oozing out pus and thick blood, staining strands of his messy hair. His gums were exposed, the dark green layers of plaque resembling mould growing on tofu. A pair of eerie bony nails were poking into Lin Yan's side, its voice sounding like a broken bellow. Lin Yan could almost feel the rancid breath from the mouth of that thing: "Your. . . son. . . is. . . here. . . with. . . me. . ."

"Ahhh!" Lin Yan harshly shoved the thing away. The sudden stare down froze him to the spot, hands flying up to cover his eyes. His hands were forced apart by a burst of cold air and a familiar face appeared in front of him. Lin Yan was petrified. He anxiously pinched at Xiao Yu's side, shaking and yelling, a quiver in his voice: "You. . you scared me to death!"

"Lin Yan. . ." Seeing that the gag was going too far, Xiao Yu held Lin Yan against the sink, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and gently rubbing his back. It took a long time for Lin Yan to come back to his sense. He pulled back from Xiao Yu's arms to give him an unimpressed stare. The two of them glared face-to-face with wide eyes and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Xiao Yu propped his hands on both sides of Lin Yan, and the two of them leaned against the marble countertop. The other man in front of him leaned forward and the tips of their noses bumped together, they were that close.

Lin Yan's heart inexplicably started beating faster.

It seemed that things weren't progressing right. His confused thoughts wondered how they went from a scene from a horror movie to this sudden refreshing change. He vigorously pushed Xiao Yu's shoulders, trying to slip out of the confinement of his arms, but the ghost's arms were like iron rods. Lin Yan could only use his knees to prevent him from coming any closer. He glanced at the door, wondering how he could be so careless as to look himself in here with a ghost. . . This was really problematic!

Xiao Yu simply pushed through his legs and pressed against his chest. Before Lin Yan could take another defensive measure, the ghost unceremoniously pressed a kiss on his lips. First was a gentle nudge and a peck, then he sucked on his lower lip and started grinding against him. The cool and soft touch made Lin Yan's lips feel like flower petals. Then he pried his teeth open and wantonly started sucking on his tongue.

Lin Yan roughly shook his head to push him off. Xiao Yu yanked him into his arms. With his tongue roughly pushing all the way to his throat, one hand groped up Lin Yan's thigh with the other gripping his hip against the marble countertop.

The grass mud horse trampled across the grasslands, leaving a mess of holes behind.

He seemed to be. . . reacting to it. . .

It seemed like. . . the reaction was a bit intense. . .

Lin Yan stared angrily, watching the ghost's eyelashes trembling like dragonfly wings. The lower edge of his thigh up near his waist was being rubbed up and down with the palm of his hand. Lin Yan wrapped his arms around Xiao Yu's neck while softly intertwining their tongues, silently swearing that he would go back and clean up that mess once this was over.

Xiao Yu freed up a hand to unbutton Lin Yan's jeans. Because he was new to this, he couldn't figure out how to do it. Lin Yan was getting impatient by his teasing, so he simply supported the counter with one hand to help him.

"Hey, no, no. . . stop!" Lin Yan sucked in a short breath and stiffly fell backward, supporting himself against Xiao Yu for a while before standing up. He said embarrassingly: "My. . . My back hurts. "

"I slept on the sofa yesterday and it hurts like hell." Lin Yan explained awkwardly.

Fuck his life. When Lin Yan walked back to the room with Xiao Yu in a weird posture, Yin Zhou stared at him for a second then yelled out in front of everyone, "Lin Yan, did you rub one out?"

Lin Yan had a black line on his face, and angrily imagined pummeling him down the seventeen flights of stairs. Then he thought about his lack of combat ability. There wasn't any imminent reaction to what he said, so he swallowed and said grimly: "I slept weird on the sofa. It's here...While everyone can still move, hurry up and pack everything so we can send the brat away." He took the key out of his pocket and threw it at Yin Zhou: "You drive."

After finishing the temporary discharge procedure for Xiao Yang, he followed the instructions of the little Daoist priest to search for little shops in the city to gather what he needed. When he arrived at the suburban cemetery, it was already 6 o’clock in the evening. As the sun set, the afterglow dyed the meticulously manicured lawns with a delicate golden color.

The group of people quietly followed Zhou Mo along the path, stopping in front of a fresh grave in the center of the A area. The headstone was engraved with the words 'beloved son Zhou Jintian'. The black and white photo showed a beautiful boy with a crooked eyes and an innocent smile. Lin Yan glanced back at Xiao Yang standing alone beside him, and asked A-Yan, "Will he go?"

"He should." The little Daoist nodded affirmatively. He placed the offering fruit and incense in front of the tomb, and bowed respectfully.

Smoke curled up. Pieces of toys and paper money clothes were thrown into the fire, crackling and burning. The paper money rolled up in the flames and blew through the air. Soon, a thin layer of ashes fell across the front of the grave.

Lin Yan was reluctantly to move closer. He walked away a distance and sat down quietly. He suddenly felt a bit bitter when looking at the busy group of people. Could all the wrongs be forgiven? He thought, betrayed by loved ones, abandoned, left alone in the cold darkness; could that really be written off?

A-Yan began to recite the Ksitigarbha scripture in a low voice. The peaceful tone sounded extraordinarily quiet in the grassy cemetery. Then something happened that shocked Lin Yan. Xiao Yang, who had been ignorant and unconscious, suddenly turned her head and stared straight at Zhou Mo. Just when he thought something was about to happen, Xiao Yang walked over slowly, stretched her arms around his thighs, and buried her head in Zhou Mo's waist.

Like an ordinary child waiting for his father at the school gate, he wrapped his arms around his father's waist and joyfully told about what was happening at school.

It's a pity that this child has no future, no school, Lin Yan thought. He was about to take the longest and loneliest road of his life, walking alone, regardless of whether the end of the road might be full of flowers. Maybe he would be reincarnated, maybe he would go to a place called heaven in the fairy tale. Imagining what happens after death is the best way of mourning for the people left behind, but what does that matter? He was such a good boy, there's no way God would treat him poorly.

Although the world was utilitarian and indifferent, there were always feelings that continued to return. Through hurt, betrayal and forgetfulness, a broken heart would always heal.

The girl limply collapsed. Xiao Yang's mother couldn't stop herself from swooping forward to catch her daughter. This time the little Daoist didn't stop her, but just looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

The sunset immersed everything in the dim golden halo. Lin Yan eyes widened and he saw Xiao Yu leading a graceful little boy out from under a pine tree not far away. The boy sucked on his thumb shyly. He quickly glanced at Lin Yan and ducked his head.

Xiao Yu squatted down in front of the boy and gently touched his head, seeming like he was asking something seriously. The setting sun coated him with a heavy orange-yellow light, making the two of them appear like golden clay statues. Xiao Yu smiled kindly, the boy gently nodded, and after a moment he stood up and walked towards the tombstone. He took one last lingering glance back before slowly fading into a light blue mist, disappearing in the sunset.

Xiao Yu stood there for a while a hand bumped into his. The man in the delicate white shirt caught his finger and he sighed.

"Let's make peace." Lin Yan turned his face and said softly: "No more fighting."

Xiao Yu nodded.

"Come on, let's go home."

The group of people in front of the tombstone were still busy packing their things. The two of them had walked a far distance away already, holding hands. The graves were silent in the sunset. Lin Yan watched his steps, trying not to disturb the graves, feeling the cold body heat coming from his fingers. Lin Yan thought tonight he could finally get a good night's sleep.

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admin-in-residence · 4 years

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Merci

Request: Hello! Any chance we can get a one shot/fic where the reader speaks a foreign language besides English, and the Bad Batch decides to teach her how to speak English? They give the reader daily lessons on speaking the English language and help her practice her English speaking skills

This is a cute idea, I just hope I did it justice...and hopefully google translate translated everything correctly? I studied french briefly, but I remember practically nothing...translations are located at the bottom of the fic.

Length: 1757 Words

When Commander Cody had called them in for a protection detail, Hunter had assumed it would be like any other detail the Batch had ever done. Go in, establish a contact with their charge, follow them around until the threat could be eliminated or deescalated, and then be on their way to some peaceful planet until the next job came through.

You weren’t like any other charge however...and by the sounds of it you’d be stuck with them for a long time.

“They have valuable information about the separatists.” Cody explained, “They came from a separatist's controlled planet and left everything behind in order to help the Republic. But now the planet authorities, the separatist council and the sith are after her.”

“Why can’t you just get the information and put them into safe housing?” Tech inquired.

“Well...we can’t really understand them.” Cody said, looking over to you.

You looked confusedly between the men in front of you, their language strange and foreign in your ears...what were they talking about?

“Peut-être qu'un droïde peut traduire?” You said, interrupting the men’s conversation.

Cody smiled sheepishly.

“You see...we have very little information about their planet or their language...the Republic destroyed most of it’s history after it aligned with the Separatists.” Cody explained, “We had a translation droid on it’s way, but they only have limited phrases in their databanks.”

“So why did you call us in?” Crosshair glared.

“Tech may be able to decipher the language and report back to us. He was the only person I could think of that may be able to help.” Cody said, “Plus, you guys can be her security detail. Just take her with you, decipher her information and then we can find safe housing for her until the end of the war.”

“The Commander is right...there’s not a lot of information about the language, but I think i’ll be able to figure it out eventually.” Tech said.

“Well then. I guess we’re on the job.” Hunter stated.

The strange goggled man had managed to explain to you that they were your protector’s and had you accomony you back to the ship...that was only a few days ago and you were starting to get sick of everything.

“Les séparatistes construisent une nouvelle usine de droïdes, avec de nouveaux droïdes que vous n'avez jamais vus. Ils sont grands et dangereux ... ils peuvent détruire des villages entiers.” You urged.

“What is she saying Tech?” Hunter asked.

The strange man with the bandanna seemed to be the mediator, knowing exactly when you were about to lunge across the table to strangle the goggled man when he misunderstood your words.

“Droids...something about droids. I’m assuming a factory...but...” The goggled man said.

“Apprend moi! Apprend moi-e-english.” You willed your tongue to conform to the strange lanquage.

“English?” Crosshair asked. “She just spoke our language.”

“You want us to teach you english?” Wrecker asked.

You excitedly pointed to the big guy.

“Oui!” You exclaimed excitedly. “Teach-English.”

“That may be able to work better...” Tech said. “If we can teach her our language, she would be able to tell us exactly what she needs to...and even if that prove’s difficult, learning some of our words in her language may help me decipher things faster.”

“Great now we’re teachers? Count me out.” Crosshair groaned, walking away from the table.

“What do you think sir?” Tech looked to Hunter.

“Let’s teach her.” Hunter said.

The week’s flew by as you began your teachings.

The first lesson Tech had completed with you was important item’s, like food, water, and feelings, you were able to tell them now if you wanted a ration pack, or needed some water.

“Je suis fatigue.” You smiled to the goggled man, who’s name was not in fact goggled man but actually Tech.

“English please.” Tech smiled back.

You still had a habit of slipping into your language, especially when you began to get tired, or get super excited.

“Désolée, I am tired?” You apologized before raising your arms up by your head in a sleeping motion.

“Yes, it’s been a long day. We should get some rest.” Tech replied.

The Batch had landed on a simple planet on the outer rim. White sandy beaches and warm weather greeted you when you went for a walk in the mornings.The water was crystal clear, and you could see little fish swimming by the shore.

The next morning you went out for your walk, and in the distance you saw one of the Batch sitting in the sand cleaning his gun.

The silver haired clone looked up at you as you approached.

“Bonjour.” You waved.

Crosshair sighed.

“It means good morning.” You explained. “But perhap’s your morning is bad.”

You had become friends with most of the Batch, Hunter was patient with you, Tech was always eager to learn and teach, and Wrecker was just a big gentle giant. Every day you grew closer and closer with the batch.

Hug’s were a constant with you, constantly thanking them with a quick hug. And they had even begun to reciprocate those hug’s when you learned something new or memorized a statement.

But Crosshair had distanced himself from you very early on.He wasn’t willing to listen to you try to speak english, nor listen to any of your language. It seemed like he was always upset with you for one reason or another.

And as you grew closer and closer with the others, he grew farther and farther.

“No...it’s not bad.” The man said. “Go ahead and sit.”

You smiled brightly at him as he pat the ground next to him and you eagerly sat down before shuffling closer to him.

“Your awfully close.” Crosshair grunted, pulling back a bit.

You tilted your head.

“Close.” He explained, poking your shoulder and then touching his.

“I need space.” He said widening his hands futher.

Ah...he was feeling crowded by you. You moved back some.

“Thanks.”

“Merci.” You replied. “That’s what you just said to me...it means Thank you.”

“Well then...merci.” He said.

“You do not- your uncomfortable with me.” You said, trying to explain in his language.

Crosshair glanced up from his gun.

“No.”

“You do not like me?” You asked.

“No thats not it either...” Crosshair grunted.

“Hmph.” You sighed. “I do not understand.”

Crosshair chuckled as he looked at you. Your arm’s we’re crossed tightly and your eyes narrowed as you looked out to the sea.

“It’s always been me and my brothers.” He said. “And then you came in.”

Your looked to him.

“I thought that even though you spoke a different language that Tech would be able to decipher it, get the information and you’d be gone like everyone else.” He explained, “Uh...you understand me right.”

“I have learned lot’s.” You explained, “Keep going...if I grow confused I will ask.”

“Right.” Crosshair answered. “Well...it’s been weeks and we havn’t even begun to report your info. But my Batch. My brothers, they’ve grown close to you. They’ve accepted you into our family.”

You nodded.

“But one day, your going to finally give out the information we need and then your going to be gone...and my brother’s will hurt. I will hurt.” Crosshair admitted.

Yes, Crosshair thought, despite pushing you and further away you had still found a place in his heart. You cared for his brothers...and for him. You had created food from your planet for them, helped fix things on the ship...you were a part of them.

“Well...she doesn’t have to go away.”

Crosshair turned, finding Hunter standing behind the two of you.

“What place is safer then with us. We know her language almost as much as she knows our’s. Cody will stick up for us...the best place for you is with us.” Hunter smiled at you.

“So no more push?” You asked, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“La famille reste solidaire. Tu es ma famille maintenant.” You said, “Family stick’s together. You are my family now.”

Crosshair smiled, ducking his head down to hide it from you.

The Batch stood behind you as you greeted the Jedi standing before you. Cody and his general, Obi-Wan Kenobi had met on Coruscant to confer with you.

“You have valuable information for us young one.”

“Yes I do.” You replied.

“There is a droid factory being built on a planet in the outer rim. The droid’s being build are not like any you have seen. They are bigger and meaner, they have the capabilities of taking out entire villages.” You explained.

“This is concerning.” Obi-Wan admitted. “But do you have any proof?”

“I can only offer you my word. But perhap’s sharing a fraction of my pain is enough. My own village was a test subject with the new droids, they tore it to shreds, they killed so many, I was lucky to make it out alive with my family. But that is when I knew I could not allow this to happen to anyone else.” You admitted.

“It is thanks to my new family.” You gestured behind you, “That I am able to tell you these things. They have worked hard to protect me and learn my language to translate...but they taught me even more with their language so that I could tell you myself.”

Obi-Wan brought a hand up to his beard, deep in thought.

“I will bring this to the council’s attention.” Obi-Wan stated. “I believe it is in your best interest-”

Everyone stiffened as you waited for his next words.

Was this it?

Would you lose your new family?

“-That you remain in protection with Clone Force 99. They have done well...and I believe they will continue to do so.” Obi-Wan bowed to you and then took his leave.

“Very good work. I will contact you when I have new orders. Get some rest.” Cody smiled following his general.

Turning around you launched yourself into Hunter’s arms, the rest of the Batch joining in on the hug.

“I’m proud of you.” Hunter smiled.

“We all are.” Crosshair butted in.

“Well...I did have the best teachers.” You admitted. “But where are we going to go next?”

The Batch looked at each other before smiling.

“How about you decide this time?” Hunter said.

“Well, I heard about this planet, Naboo! I hear it’s absolutely perfect.” You said, following Wrecker and Crosshair as you began walking back to the Marauder.

“She fit’s right in.” Tech said.

“Think we could get some armor on her, teach her to shoot?” Hunter asked.

“Armor, yes. Shooting no. Crosshair already did that.”

Translations:

Peut-être qu'un droïde peut traduire : Maybe a droid can translate

Les séparatistes construisent une nouvelle usine de droïdes, avec de nouveaux droïdes que vous n'avez jamais vus. Ils sont grands et dangereux ... ils peuvent détruire des villages entiers : The sepratists are building a new droid factory, with new droids you’ve never seen, they are big and dangerous...they can destroy whole villages.

Apprend moi : Teach me

Oui : Yes

Je suis fatigue : I am tired

La famille reste solidaire. Tu es ma famille maintenant : Family sticks together. You are my familiy now.

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luna-almighty-god · 4 years

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Guardian Angel N°2 [... there's only one that I want....]

Hello everyone! This is the second chapter of Guardian Angel! I'm pretty bad in English, so I helped myself from DeepL for the translation. Feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes!

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog , Error belongs to @loverofpiggies , Ink belongs to @myebi and Killer belongs to @rahafwabas ! Enjoy your reading!

Previous Chapter

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The first days, Ink had great difficulty to apply Nyx's advice. The habit was that he would unconsciously seek out the destroyer's magic in order to locate him and join him, but he struggled with all his strength to stay in his place and not to crack. But damn it, to feel the powerful magic of his opposite, to feel it move and throb, was a terribly desirable torture. It was as if the Destroyer was taunting him, using his powers on purpose to attract the painter, and this only made the task more difficult.

Ink would then go to Dream or Blue's house to take his mind off things, to chat, to cook, to share light and funny moments. It worked for an hour or two, but soon Ink's mind was caught up in the desire, the desire to see his soul mate, to start their characteristic fights and maybe end up embracing each other tenderly.

But in those moments Ink would shake his head and take a deep breath. As Nyx had said, not by being stubborn with his misplaced attitude was he going to get anywhere! He had to show the Destroyer that he was independent and in control of his emotions!

Then after a week without seeing his opposite - a terribly long time for the painter - Ink finally found himself face to face with him: Error had attacked an AU and was about to destroy it, but had ceased his activity as soon as the Creator arrived. They had looked into each other's eyes for a long time, silent, as if they were waiting for a reaction from the other ...

And Ink had attacked. Without a word, without deigning to enter into their usual verbal joust, he had fought Error to exhaustion, only to disappear quickly in a portal the next instant under the surprised gaze of the Destroyer.

“What shall I doooooo ?” Ink sobbed after appearing in Nyx's room, collapsing on his bed where he had rolled into a ball, a cushion in his arms.

The black-boned skeleton patted him gently on the shoulder as he finished his packet of chips, listening patiently to him complain:

“He doesn't care if I don't know, it suits him just fine! Maybe he loves someone else and I was in the way of seducing him from the beginning... I'm the worst ... !

- But no, but no. Don't worry Ink, I know it's hard but hold on. We'll move on to stage two soon, ok?”

He handed him a crisp, which the painter gladly accepted, stuffing it in his mouth as he sniffed it, wiping his tear-fogged eyes. Nyx slid his hand over his skull and caressed him gently, in an almost paternal gesture that soon reassured him. Finally he finally dozed off, far too comfortable in the bed that was not his, smelling the smell of Nyx, which had become impregnated in the sheets and which, it must be said, was not unpleasant.

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Error grunted, blasted a tree in his path. Fuckin' fuckin' .... A WEEK! A fucking week Ink ran away from him like the plague for no good reason! A fucking week that he didn't come to see him anymore, that he didn't even talk to him anymore, that he didn't even talk to him anymore!

Seriously, what was that last fight? Their fights were exciting because, in addition to inflicting resistance on each other, they shared animated verbal jousts that Error could only have with the painter! And there, at their last fight, Ink didn't say a word?

WHAT THE HELL...

His sons exploded a rock that was passing by.

Seriously... Error suddenly realized his thoughts, stopped dead in amazement:

“... Ah ... Ahah... What am I thinking? It almost looks like I'm worried. But no, no, I don't care, at least I have peace, I finally have peace! Ahahah!”

He banged his skull against a trunk. Damn it. Damn it.

Next time he saw the artist, he'd smash it.

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Nightmare tapped frantically on his desk, anxious and perplexed. It had been a few days since Nyx had given him some 'advice' but he still hadn't managed to put it into practice. Or rather, the few times he had tried had ended in disaster. The few times his arm had 'accidentally' brushed against Killer's arm, his subordinate had frozen for fear of being hit, upsetting the nightmare master to the core ... and forcing him to question himself completely.

He was impulsive, he was aware of it. He could be terribly violent and, unfortunately, it was often his henchmen who paid the price, even Killer. They were used to it and Nightmare had never cared about that before, but now... Now it pissed him off, it pissed him off to know that even the person he... he 'liked' was afraid of him.

“Fucking...”

He growled. Basically, it wasn't just Killer he had to calm down with, but all his subordinates. He didn't say it enough and would probably never admit it, but the bad guys had somehow become his new family.

He huffed and puffed, left his chair and walked out of the room into the kitchen... where he almost choked:

“ NYX ?!”

Indeed the black-boned skeleton was sitting quietly at the kitchen table, drinking a carton of milk as if it were the most normal thing in the world. He took the time to finish his sip before putting the empty bottle back on the table and then gently wiping his mouth with a towel. Nightmare was perplexed: he had already noted that, although Nyx seemed ill-mannered, he nevertheless possessed gestures close to the aristocracy, which only added one more mystery to this unwanted guest.

“Good morning, Nightmare.

- There's no such thing as 'good morning'! Get out of here before someone sees you!

- But you've already seen me.

- You know exactly what I mean!”

Footsteps made him shut up and turn around. Someone was coming this way! Nightmare simply couldn't let anyone know that he would be harboring a manipulative complete stranger who was giving him 'advice' in flirting! So he turned back to Nyx, ready to give him his orders:

“Hide...”

But Nyx was already gone. And yet Nightmare hadn't heard the slightest sound of teleportation. One more strange thing about his guest...

“Talking to yourself, boss?” Killer suddenly asked as he entered the room, glaring at his superior.

The master of the house used violence to maintain his self-control. Why, of all those present in the castle, was it his lover who was coming here at that very moment? He mentally insulted his damn karma and gave Killer a black look:

“No, I'm thinking out loud. Aren't you supposed to be on a mission?”

His henchman swallows:

“Um... Yeah, but I'm done. I just came by for a snack before... well...”

Nightmare frowned, suddenly quite suspicious. When Killer hesitated like this, it was because he was trying to hide something. And the keeper of negativity hated being kept from him.

“Before what?” he scolded as he approached.

Killer stepped back towards the counter, understanding his blunder and trying miserably to find a suitable lie. But few could fool Nightmare.

“Before... ...before I went out...”

He knocked on the drawers, hiccuping with fear, and his apprehension made him want to cower, to hide underground.

The atmosphere became a little colder ... and Nightmare suddenly pressed him against the worktop, making him squeal in pain.

"Before you go out with who?! "said the master, knowing the answer.

Killer clenched his teeth, looked away trembling. He simply couldn't hold his lover's gaze when he was in such anger.

- You're scaring him –

Nightmare tensed up, as much because of this observation as because of the surprise of hearing a voice in his skull. A voice that was all too familiar to him, probably because he had heard it in person not even a few minutes ago. Nyx's voice.

Damn, because that asshole was telepathic, too?

- Killer wants to run away from you. He doesn't understand you. He doesn't understand why you're picking on him like this. He thinks you only want to keep him so you don't lose face, to show that you're still the master. He doesn't see that you're afraid of losing him –

Nightmare froze, his eyes still fixed on Killer. Killer who had closed his eyes, visibly waiting to be violated as always.

- When you have sex, he probably enjoys the pain. But being masochistic in bed doesn't mean you're masochistic in everyday life. Have you ever thought of being gentle with him, of giving him loving moments even if it means taking it out on you? –

Yes. He had considered it. But he couldn't, he was... he was afraid? Yes. He was terrified. Terrified of opening himself up to his lover, of letting his feelings show, of letting his soul show... only to be stabbed, betrayed in the vilest of ways.

He was afraid Killer would turn on him.

“... Ni... Nightmare ... ?”

He blinked, confused, to meet Killer's gaze. Killer was worried, not understanding why his superior wasn't moving, why he seemed so... sad?

"I, uh... is everything okay? You're really weird right now..."

He dared to say that despite their position, despite the fact that he was at the mercy of his lover, that he could potentially be used as an punching ball for him ... Because even though he doubted Nightmare, Killer was still madly in love with him.

And that made the landlord shudder.

“... Killer...”

The guardian, with a knotted throat, couldn't control himself. All his rage had given way to guilt and sadness and, without the slightest thought, he came to embrace his lover, burying his face in his neck:

“... Don't leave me ... I beg you ...”

Killer didn't hide his amazement, his soul racing away without him noticing, as much because of this request as because of this unexpected hug. He hesitated, wondering if it was another trick of the nightmare master... except that even for a plan, Nightmare would never beg. He would never stop to that, unless it was truly sincere.

Killer was overcome by emotion. He responded to the embrace with tears in his eyes:

“I would never... I'll never leave you, I promise you...”

So they stood against each other, savouring this sweet and strange moment, without noticing the darkness in a corner of the room, darkness where a shadow of a tender smile was hiding. That same shadow came to move, to slip into the shadows of other objects in silence, and finally, when she came out of the kitchen, she took on the appearance of a young skeleton with black bones.

Nyx teleported into his room without fear that anyone would hear him. He immediately slumped down on the desk chair and took out his notebook, rather proud of himself:

"Good progress between Nightmare and Killer, although there's still some work to be done. Keep watching them but focus on Ink. Maybe pay Error a visit?"

As he was finishing his notes, he tensed abruptly, letting go of his things which hit the floor. He grabbed his coat, where his soul was. His soul pulsating strongly, far too strongly in his chest, which gave him a stabbing pain. He grimaced, clenched his teeth so as not to shout, not to alert anyone, and rushed to his bag.

He searched nervously inside, trying to stay in control of his breathing became erratic, his body was suddenly convulsing. His phalanges suddenly brushed against something smooth, familiar. He grabbed it and pulled it out of the bag.

An apple. A beautiful apple, completely black.

He immediately took a bite out of it. The abnormal acidity of the fruit didn't shock him, he had got used to it by now. He had become accustomed to the fact that every bite left a pungent taste on his palate, an icy sensation in his throat. He had gotten used to feeling, just for a second, a lot of unpleasant feelings. Anger, distress, sadness... A mob of feeling that ran through him all the way, that assaulted him like a violent bite on every bone before reaching his soul ... and everything returned to normal. Completely normal.

He sighed a long sigh, the suffering having completely disappeared. His gaze wandered through the bag and he noted, with a hint of bitterness:

“I don't have much left... “

*** ***

The field of echoing flowers radiated in an unusual way, emitting warm colours such as red or yellow, giving the impression of a field of small sunsets. It even radiated warmth, a very gentle warmth that made Ink shudder and pushed him to come closer, to reach out his hand and caress one of the petals with his fingertips.

“Tch, Dream has no imagination.” he suddenly heard.

He turned around, barely astonished by the presence of the stranger despite his sigh:

“Hey, Night, didn't they teach you not to intrude on other people's dreams?

- Shut up, I'm working.”

The painter raised his eyes to the sky without really worrying. He knew that Nightmare wouldn't give him the slightest nightmare, otherwise he wouldn't have shown himself to him.

He returned to contemplating the field, which was far too beautiful to be real. It made him duller if compared to the blue field of Outertale, the field overlooked by the night sky that Ink enjoyed watching so much.

"I'd like to think in peace ... he finally blew at the goalkeeper's address.

- I need to talk to you.”

The creator raised an arcade and turned towards him. Nightmare growled:

“This is the only place where we won't be disturbed.

- Disturbed by whom? Nyx?

- Who else? I don't trust this guy.”

Ink tilted his head to the side:

“Why? Doesn't it work with Killer?”

The master of nightmares got worse and worse, with a fleeting look in his eyes:

“Yes, but ... it doesn't matter, that's not the point!”

Night took on a more serious look:

“You noticed it too, didn't you? He comes out of nowhere but seems to know everything about us. Even you, the Creator, know nothing about him. Isn't that strange?

- I also wonder... But the balance of the multiverse doesn't seem to be affected. Then I'm not worried. Besides... I don't know. I feel good with him.

- Ah, you're gonna give up Error for him?”

Ink swelled his cheeks:

“Nonsense! With Error it's different!”

His eyes grew sadder:

"With Error ... there is this bond. This invisible link. I... I want to be there for him. Protect him, show him he's not alone. I want to be able to give him a smile, to be with him... I want to see him happy, and I want to be the only one who can make him happy.”

He had a bitter laugh:

"It's selfish, isn't it?

- Yeah. Terribly selfish.”

Nightmare looked down:

"...but I feel the same.”

New silence ... before the guardian of negativity regains some spirit, a mischievous smile appearing on his face:

“Hey, maybe we can try something with Error.”

Ink looked at him in perplexity:

“What do you mean?

- In itself, we don't know how he feels about you. But I can tell you that he has been giving off a strong anger since you ignore him.

- Wha... is that true? Why didn't you say so?!”

Nightmare simply sneered before resuming:

“Look, I'll give you a test: let's fight. If he comes to save you, we'll know that he cares about you!

- ... And if he doesn't?

- I'll kill you and then I'll take care of Dream.”

The creator is outraged:

“Fucking Nightmare! I was starting to think you were cool!

- Ahah, what did you think? I'm still the master of nightmares, poor naive painter!”

***

Ink sighed exasperated, his comrade always had to ruin such a moment! This annoyed him and he decided to slump between the flowers, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to bear the sight of the other skeleton anymore. Nightmare looked up to the sky at his reaction and came to join him, collapsing beside him before looking up at the dreamy sky. He wasn't used to enjoying a dream, it felt... strange but pleasant.

“... I searched for Nyx's spirit. Just to give him a nightmare, Nightmare suddenly confessed. But ... I found nothing. Since he's been in my house, I have the feeling that this guy isn't sleeping.”

He hated it. Gaining access to someone's subconscious was important to Nightmare, it reassured him because he knew he had a minimum of control over every living thing. A means of pressure to keep control of events. But Nyx was everything he hated: elusive and mysterious.

“I can't feel his emotions either.”

He ended up taking a look at Ink, who was now paying close attention to him.

“...as if he had no soul.” finished Nightmare.

The creator froze.

The subject of the soul was most sensitive to him. He still didn't have one, but his vials had begun to have side effects on his body, allowing him to feel emotions without having to consume them all the time. And falling in love with Error had only further destabilized these strange effects: it was as if, slowly, a soul was beginning to be created in the Creator, although he wasn't sure and didn't dare to get his hopes up.

Ink looked up at the sky, uncomfortable and perplexed. He breathed softly:

“... If Nyx turns out to be dangerous, I will take care of it. But for now ... I would like to trust him.”

Nightmare growled but said nothing else.

There was nothing more to say.

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 4 years

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Japan Girl’s Fest 3 - Hakuoki Drama “Screen Door Encounter” Translation

First post of the month, so I’ll start by asking you to please support me if you can either on ko-fi, through paypal or through patreon which gives early access to my stuff and blog translations…. also let me know if you have any hakuoki drama cds that you’d be willing to share that are on my looking for list since i either do not have audio for those cds or do not have audio that i can share...

Also, Happy Canada Day~!

Anyway, when I decided I’d try my hand at translating Hakuoki content, this was one of the very first live dramas that I really wanted to have translated (for the record the 2011 otomate party reimeiroku drama was 2nd tho i only found tl for that recently)... and while I did have translations for the drama itself, I am missing CH TL for some of the introductory dialogue that occurs before it... and the JP>ENG translations (not done by me) that I’ve included on this are from people who don’t really really Japanese (they both weren’t certain), which are for the two sets of words on pink backgrounds (first 2 images attached under the cut). If anyone can translate that text better, please send me a message since i’ll be cutting the intro off what i post to youtube otherwise [will include credit and can provide clean video +srt file if helping].

On top of that, I also didn’t have the drama’s name for the longest time (hence why i referred to this as ‘Unknown Drama’). Thankfully, the TL help I received from my friends was enough for that tho...

The format for this post has been done a bit oddly due to how i had to copy the subtitles for this line by line (it was off a video), and I never bothered to properly put the text into paragraphs and sentences due to how this was done off of community created subtitles (basically viewers contributed to the translation via the text barrage) on bilibi that showed up on the video at odd and not exactly precise timings....

As always, final edits will be done on the video... will have it done for this month.

link of the video i used for CH TL at the very bottom if interested in watching.

Enjoy~ this month is all non-game translations!

Japan Girl’s Fest 3 - Hakuoki Drama “Screen Door Encounter”

Translation by KumoriYami

^???? one of my friends says this should be something like: “The dark battle of the Shinsengumi begins quietly in the shadows of the Shogunate's conflict" while other says “The dark Battle of the Shinsengumi opens quietly in the shadow of the Battle of the shogunate.”

Narrator: [is this a time of] A time of repelling foreigners or the opening of a country?

All kinds of sweeping change occur [during the] country's age of unrest.

Bakumatsu.

In order to look for your father who is a Western doctor,

you've left home to live with the Shinsengumi,

Experience these turbulent times with the members of the Shinsengumi

^ also have no tl for this or what is narrated here, though google mtl says the text’s pronunciation kinda matches the audio here

TL is something among the lines of: “what begins here is the determined story of men thrown around by the voices of deception.” (TLN: I don't really know how to accurately translate 閉ざされた先, but it essentially means a predetermined destination) or “It starts with the story of a man who is at the mercy of a closed-off, untruthful voice.” so I’d guess something is among the lines of “What begins here is the fateful story that begins with being at the mercy of a man with a cold and uncaring voice.” or something or other?

Hakuoki

“Sliding Door (Fusuma) Encounter” [well should be anyway. i don’t have formal CH tl for this tho... also Fusumu can mean room dividers but i don’t think that sounds or looks as good.]

(Kazama enters)

Kazama: My wife, I have kept you waiting!

(crowd screams)

Kazama: My wife, I have kept you waiting!

(crowd screams again)

Kazama You must be filled with a deep sense of loneliness during the time we were separated by the hateful Shogunate's dogs [either that or hateful dogs].

but since I have arrived, you don't need to worry about anything. Just close your eyes, listen to my words and entrust yourself to me. That's it.

Today, you'll become mine.

Kazama: hahahahaha!! The love letter I wrote is truly wonderful. [this laugh count may or may not be accurate lol]

My wife will surely become infatuated with me once she reads it

But I am rarely able to avoid the eyes of the Shogunate's hunting dogs.

I went straight to her room but she's not here right now.

Really, to make her husband wait.

I can't just leave my love letter here then head back.

(footsteps)

ah, footsteps! I've been waiting for you, my wi—

Saito: Yukimura? It's me. Saito.

Kazama: Ugh....

Saito: it looks like you're in your room. I have something to say [tell you], can i come in?

Kazama: Don't come in!

Saito: Uoh? What’s wrong, Yukimura? Did something happen?

your voice sounds so low which is very strange

ah! is it....

Kazama: che! found out already/discovered already—

Saito: Are you sick?

Kazama: Mmhm......

Saito: Mm. that being the case, I will not come in.

Souji: Areh? Hajime-kun? What are you doing here?

Saito: ah, souji.

Souji: Sorry, but can you move aside? I have something to tell that child.

Hey, is that alright? i'm coming in.

Kazama: I said that you can't come in [I didn't say that you could come in]!

Souji: Hey, Hajime-kun, that voice just now came from behind this door.

Saito: Ah, it seems that Yukimura is sick.

Souji: Sick?

Saito: yes. I wasn't allowed in.

She's probably worried about passing it to us.

Souji: Hm...? (begins trying to open the door)

......Wah! It won't open. Is it blocked from the inside?

Saito: Souji, stop it. Don't forcefully enter a girl's room.

If something happens, how will you respond/react/take responsibility?

Souji: What happened [What do you mean]? What do you need to say [What are you trying to say]?

Saito: Ah... That's.... for example, if you went in and she was wiping her body down...

Souji: You're so embarrassed while talking that I'm feeling embarrassed.

Saito: This isn't something that can bee spoken aloud!

souji: Well, if she's not coming out of her room, that's easier for me.

Saito: What's going on [What do you mean by that]?

Souji: Just stay on the other side of the door and listen to what I have to say.

Just now one of the soldiers reported seeing Kazama near headquarters.

Saito: Kazama Chikage? In other words, his goal/target is to obviously...

Souji: That's right. That's why I came over to tell you [her] to stay inside your [her] room and not come outside.

Saito: So it's like that. I understand.

However it's Kazama again.

Souji: Indeed.

He really must be bored to be coming over here so many times.

Kazama:...mrgh....

Saito: The person herself has clearly said several times that she didn't want to go with him.

Kazama: Rgh...

Souji: How about saying "I hate you the most" to Kazama next time?

Kazama: How could that possibly be!

(silence)

Souji: Hey, Hajime-kun, where did that voice/sound come from just now?

Saito: The sound echoed everywhere, so I'm not entirely sure.

It might have come from inside headquarters

Souji: I think it sounded like it came from inside here.

(souji struggles with the door again while Saito tries stopping him and Kazama works to keep the door closed)

Souji: Sure enough, it's not opening.

Saito: What are you doing Souji. Kazama might already be inside headquarters.

We can't delay and must go and increase the watch/strengthen the guard.

Souji: mah, fortunately the First and Third Division are all here today.

They have plenty of combat power.

Saito: Then I’ll go tell the members of Third Division— (VA fumbles)

Saito: Then I'll go and tell the members of the Third Division to be on high alert [reword later. more literally it says raise vigilance].

Souji, what will you be doing?

Souji: I'll stay here.

The other person's target is on the other side of this door, it can't be left unguarded.

Saito: understood.

I'll leave protecting Yukimura to you then.

(Saito exits)

Souji: Well then, Hajime-kun's gone now.

hey, are you listening? I heard you were sick, [so] it's probably because of that.

That time when you and I went out alone together that night.

Kazama: Two people together?

Souji: Do you remember/You remember, right?

Although the wind was cold, the starts were quite beautiful that night.

You hands turned red from the cold, so I held them in mine.

"How is it, is this warm?"

I didn't hold your hand like that since it was cold, [rather] it was because your cheeks became very red.

Really, although I only did that as a prank,

seeing such a cute expression, it makes me wonder what will happen if I get serious

Or is it, that you want me to be serious?

I'm just making fun of you right now. You don't need to answer now.

So next time there's an opportunity, let's go on a walk together with just the two of us at night.

Kazama: You bastard! What did you do to my wife!

Souji: Ah? Sure enough it is Kazama. such a savage voice, [might have] deceived Hajime-kun, but not me

Kazama: Heh. I didn't intend to lie, it was you guys who misunderstood.

(sword gets drawn) Anyway, you bastard, is what you said true?

If even a fraction of what you said happened...!

Saito: Wait Kazama Chikage, stop this at once!

Souji: Hajime-kun? Could it be that you simply pretended to get tricked, and you were in fact already aware of Kazama?

Saito: Hm? hm.....of course!

Souji: Really?

Saito: Mm.....

Souji: Re~(poke)~al~(poke)~ly (poke)?

Saito: To tell you the truth, I bumped into Yukimura herself while looking for the other members. After thinking about which locations were suspicious, I came back here.

Anyway/Putting that aside [?]. Kazama! Prepare yourself!

Kazama: Che, Shut up, I'll cut you down later.

I must first cut down the man who put/laid his hand on my wife!

Saito: Put his hand—? Souji, what did you do to Yukimura?

Souji: Then, let's move to somewhere with more space. I'll cut you down today, it'll give me a peace of mind.

Kazama: You talk big! I'm going to/ I'll kill you first!

Saito: Eh? ah, wait, (they exit) Souji! Kazama!

Saito: I'll have to ask Souji what he did later...

end~

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video will be done later this month.... tho not sure when since juggling a bit too many srt files right now (you’d know if you saw my patreon’s latest post and extrapolated from that lol).

link: https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1dx41177dj?from=search&seid=13990360835510964870

also i can’t believe that takeda is actually on one of the hakuoki shinkai drama cds. and on the sakamoto/nakoa one at that.... which makes miki the only shinkai char i know of who doesn’t appear on a drama cd.

oh and for the record, i only have translations for 2 of the 3 Japan girl’s fest hakuoki dramas (this being one of the 2).

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki drama translation #hakuoki live drama #saito hajime #Kazama Chikage #Okita Souji

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tournesolia · 5 years

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Chaos Lineage Yuma Chapter 10 Translation

Place : Scarlet mansion – Living room and dining room

Yui : (Everyone gathered in the dining room because it's time for supper, but...)

Reiji : …

Shu : …

Yuma : …

Yui : (No one says anything...)

Kino : Aah-aah, that atmosphere sucks...

Reiji : Kino, be quiet and eat

Kino : Okaaay

Yui : (The atmosphere completely changed now. It got tense... The silence is heavy)

(It must be because Yuma-kun and Reiji-san are holding grudge against each other...)

Yuma : … Thanks for the meal. Hey, if you finished eating as well, let's go back

Yui : Ah, okay...

Reiji : Wait, Yuma

Yuma : … What ?

Reiji : Please don't go near the dungeon. If you don't want us to doubt you, refrain from acting as you please

Yuma : Oh, shut up... You didn't have to bother reminding me, I already know !

*Yuma leaves

Yui : W-Wait, Yuma-kun !

*Yui runs after him

Reiji : …

Scene change : Scarlet mansion – Corridor

Yuma : Damn, that Reiji guy... ! He's noisy and persistent !

Yui : Reiji-san is being cautious, so... He's maybe trying to get you to comply with his rules

He has a strong memory about the supreme ruler implanted in him, right ? He's feeling upset because of that...

Yuma : … A memory, huh. You're right

Reiji did nothing wrong. It's that bastard who made us like that

Sorry for getting irritated. Even if I know, getting sermoned makes me mad

Yui : (W... Well, they originally didn't get along...)

(Still, I hope we can at least do something about the atmosphere)

Scene change : Scarlet mansion – Kitchen

Yui : It seems no one is using the kitchen... That's good

(I came here while Yuma-kun's sleeping. Will he get angry when he wakes up ?)

(But I still want to make something for him to enjoy)

Hmm... There's ham, cucumber and jam. How about making a sandwich ?

??? : What are you doing here ?

Yui : Kyaaa... !?

Yui : Reiji-san...

Reiji : It seems Yuma is not with you. Did he went alone in the dungeon to see those rats ?

Yui : T-That's wrong. He doesn't have the intention of doing that

Reiji : He doesn't... I see. You seem to have a strong attachment to him

Yui : Well...

(I can't say that it's because we're lovers. He won't believe me and he will suspect us even more)

Reiji : Don't deny it. It's all right to be honest... or that's what I would like to say

The one who is worthy to own the lady known as Eve is me

Yui : … Reiji-san, please. Don't stand in my way...

(He's blocking the way out. I can't get out of here...!)

Reiji : So you aren't going to obey me to the very end

It doesn't matter at all. You only have to give your blood to me as a proof of your subordination

Because if I take possession of Eve, the supreme ruler's throne will be mine

Yui : Why do you want to become the supreme ruler so bad... ?

Reiji : What a foolish question. As the eldest son of the Scarlets, it is necessary for me to take the throne

Yui : Necessary... ?

(I guessed it right. Reiji-san only follows what his implanted memories dictates him...)

(He only thinks that he has to fulfill his duty as the eldest son. But--)

(Being at the mercy of those fake memories and hurt everyone... This is not what Reiji-san himself wished for !)

Reiji : I overlooked it until now, but...

I am the one worthy of Eve's blood, not Yuma

Yui : That's wrong... You are only being manipulated by fake memories right now !

Having to reach the peak even if it means taking lives... You are only following that obsession

This is not your true intentions !

Reiji : Silence

Yui : … !

Reiji : If you won't obey me, I will have to discipline you. Now, behave yourself

Yui : (… ! He's going to suck my blood !?)

No... Reiji-san, stop...

Yuma-kun... !

Yuma : Stop !!

*Yuma pushes Reiji away

Reiji : … !

Yui : Ah...

(Yuma-kun... He came...)

Yuma : You bastard... What were you doing to her !?

Reiji : It's obvious, isn't it ? I was teaching her once again who should reign above all

Yuma : Teach her ? Was it necessary to use your fangs for that ?

Sucking her blood won't make you the supreme ruler ! Are you stupid for rushing too much !?

Reiji : I beg you pardon ?

Yuma : That's true, no ? You tried to suck her blood indecently

Where are your usual manners !?

Reiji : I don't want to hear this from you who lust insatiably for blood

Yuma : What did you just say !?

Yui : Now now, you two... !

Reiji : … You are like a guard dog. You spoiled my enjoyment

Pardon me for the intrusion. We shall talk some time later

*Reiji leaves

Yui : Reiji-san...

Yuma : Hah, piss off !

Yui : (Reiji-san... He's impatient to fulfill his duty as the eldest son)

(Which means becoming the supreme leader...)

Yuma : … Hey

Yui : Ah... Yuma-kun, thank you

Yuma : You... Stop acting on your own !

You aren't safe even inside that mansion ! Those Scarlets are targeting you !

So don't separate from me and wander around !

Yui : O-Okay... I'm sorry

(I wanted to cheer him up but I made him excessively worried...)

Yuma : Geez... What the heck were you doing here ?

Shouldn't we stop giving food to the prisoners for now ?

Yui : Indeed, I wasn't going to do that today. I thought about preparing something for you...

Yuma : Ha ? For me... ?

Yui : We're in such a situation recently, so I thought that if you eat something delicious, you would feel better

But if I stand in the kitchen, it would be natural for Reiji-san and the others to find it suspicious. I guess I made a mistake... I'm sorry

Yuma : No, I mean... You made me worry. It was bad for me to shout at you...

Aaah... Then, I'll keep watch so make me something. It's more safe if we're together

Yui : Eh... ? Ah, okay

(Yuma-kun isn't angry anymore ?)

(But he's staring at me so I'm a little nervous...)

Choice 1 : Focus on cooking (black roses)

Yui : (For now, let's focus on cooking. Spreading butter on bread...)

(… Ugh, I'm worried about his gaze after all. I-I'm nervous)

Yuma : … Hey, you're limp. Are you okay ?

Yui : I-I'm okay !

Choice 2 : Talk when cooking (white roses)

Yui : I'll immediately prepare something for you so wait a little, okay ?

Ah ! Should I use some of the vegetables we harvested ?

Yuma : Should I check ? That's a good choice. Is that a sandwitch ?

Yui : Yes. It's a ham and jam sandwitch. You like it, right ?

Yuma : Yeah

– End of choices

Yui : (When he stares at me making something, I'm somewhat embarrassed...)

(It wasn't like that when we cooked together, and yet...)

Yuma : What ? Are you silent because you're nervous ?

Yui : Eeeeh !? That's not it ?

Yuma : Haha... Your overturned voice isn't convincing

*Yuma gets closer

Yuma : Anyway, I came out to fix your bedhair. You got some stray hair sticking out

Yui : Eh ? It tickles a little... !

Yuma : Ah ? I just touched your head. You're so sensitive. Well, I already knew that

Yui : (He won't stop at all ! And it really tickles a little...!)

Then I won't make you a sandwich

Yuma : Don't make such noises for me... *kiss

Yui : Hyaaa !?

Geez, Yuma-kun, are you playing with me !?

*Yuma hugs her

Yui : Eh... ?

What's wrong ? You suddenly hug me...

Yuma : Nothing... I feel greatly at peace like that

Kou immediately came when he smelt something from the kitchen, joined by Azusa

And Ruki watched the scene with a wry smile... I was just thinking about that kind of thing

Yui : Yuma-kun...

Yuma : … I think again about when I confronted Ruki. And when I threw Kou and Azusa in jail...

How can I smile about those peaceful times I spent with my brothers when I actually threw them into jail ?

Yui : … Don't say that

Even I remember. I miss our daily lives so much...

That's why we shouldn't lose. We can't give up until everyone regain their memories

Yuma : You... You're saying what you have to say as usual. But... you're right

We'll absolutely get back to our daily lives. Even if someone gets in our way...

Yui : Indeed...

(Reiji-san and Ruki-kun will surely get in our way...)

Yuma : Hey, turn this way

Yui : … Okay

Yuma : I'll make sure to bring us back to our daily lives. I promise... *kisses her

Yui : (It's as if he transmitted his feelings to me from the lips...)

Yuma : Haa... It's not good. Your scent is getting stronger. I can't hold back

You haven't enough with just a kiss, huh ?

Yui : T-That's because... I'm happy... when you do that...

Yuma : Damn, you talk me into it. Hey, expose your shoulder. I'll suck from here

Yui : O-Okay...

Yuma : You're terribly honest, aren't you ? Well, we both can't endure it. *sucks blood

Yui : Yuma-ku... Ah...

Yuma : *sucks blood

Yui : (His bloodsucking... is gentle but more intense than usual..)

(Could it be... Yuma-kun shares the same feelings as me... ?)

A gap had been created between

the Scarlet brothers.

And it's as if there was an invisible

wall between Yuma-kun and

Ruki-kun... his real brother.

In this situation, where no one else

regained their memories, it was as if

we didn't have any allies aside from

each other.

I just felt that the pain given by

Yuma-kun's fangs dispelled my

overflowing anxiety.

Scene change : Scarlet mansion – Living room and dining room

Shu : … Zzz... Zzz...

Kino : He's sleeping agaaain. Shu ! Come on, wake up !

Shu : Hmm... You're noisy...

What do you want... ? I was sleeping comfortably...

Kino : You can sleep soundly despite the situation where the supreme ruler may be decided very soon, huh

Shu : It has nothing to do with me

Kino : You're unmotivated as usual. Ending up only sleeping... What a blessed life you have

Shu : If you have something to tell me, hurry up and do it

Kino : My my, don't be hasty. I have not much to say. I just think you're kind

You took Yuma's defense against Reiji, right ?

Shu : … I didn't mean that

Kino : Is that so ? Doesn't it feel like you always care about him ? Well, either way's fine

However, I can say that Yuma will betray your feelings

Shu : What do you mean ?

Kino : Actually, I heard something interesting from the prisoners. Let me share it with you, especially--

Chapter 10 : End

#Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers translations #diabolik lovers chaos lineage #mukami yuma #Komori Yui #sakamaki reiji #sakamaki shu #kino #chapter 10

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13.Arise

Arise, from the RUMI Oracle Card deck, by Alana Fairchild, artwork by Rassouli

“Wings of hope languish from lack of use. When wings dissipate and weaken, Life begins to lose its value.

Every cell in your body is created to rise to challenges. Your life is meant to confront everything that holds you captive.

Don’t sit at the bottom of the well, not caring about salvation.

Listen to the voice within calling to you. Reach for eminence beyond your own maturity!”

~RUMI

“I dance before you in sacred spectacle, hoping to garner your attention.

‘Look at me!’ I cry to your ailing spirit and despondent flesh, ‘Look at me!’

If you were to look up you would see that I am a mirror of your own being, your light, your heart, your spirit, your all. Yes, there is pain; yes there is a letting go taking place and you are frightened and uncertain sometimes. But you make this mean something that it does not! It means that you are to turn your head away from what is dying; do this gently but firmly. Turn your head towards what is living.

Look at me! I will show you truth and you shall laugh your deepest belly laughter with so much glee, sharing in my secret that the only force at work in your life is unconditionally loving divinity.”

“I see in you a divine wild child and sacred heart. You have gumption! Chutzpah! Guts! You dare to love where others only see pain. You dare to believe that everything will somehow work out where others see only what they judge to be wrong. You see love where others see ply fear. You seek freedom where the world still buys into manipulation and propaganda.

Don’t lose heart, beloved wild child. Dare to believe! You are right to do so. It is the divine rebel in you that refuses to surrender hope. Give up the fight perhaps, the battle that comes from a place of fear, but never give up hope. That hope in your heart, that optimism and patience for growth into love creates a light within you that helps the world see through darkness. It becomes a candle that shimmers contentedly upon the windowsill of your heart temple. There it is, more obvious even in darkness.

The stars do appear to shine brighter at night, beloved, but don’t become consumed by your nightmares. They will pass with the coming dawn, you’ll see. Don’t give them too much stock. Instead, put your attention towards that defiant candle of hope that burns, as is its nature and purpose, within you. Can you sense its warmth, even in the presence of cold fear? Ah, it shall warm you now. And if not, then I come to remind you; you are a blazing angel! You are filled with gold fire and you shall prevail.

Oh the joy of you, the expanse of you! You fill my own heart with your magnificent essence. I see and know the Great Beloved in you. There the Great Beloved is – looking out at me from behind your eyes! I see the candlelight of your heart temple flicker within your gaze. That is what the candle of hope honours – the workings of the Great Beloved, so creative and crazed with love for you that all circumstances of your life, down to the tiniest detail, are evoked out of love. Love out of passionate desire takes you from despair into hope – from holding on to letting go, from turning away to opening up – so the Great Beloved takes you across the moonlit ocean into the temple of the Cosmic Heart. Here, an eternal flame burns bright with hope, igniting the light within the hearts of all humanity.

You are being asked to trust, to gently lay to rest the suffering that has been – perhaps because of what you have labelled as the failure, the doubt, the losses and setbacks. They are so little in the greater scheme of you. Put them aside; allow them to rot and become the fertilizer for life, but do not try to keep them alive beyond their earthly expiry date, lest you become tainted or poisoned by the rot. Let them go and instead focus on what is alive now.

Can you sense that before you is a great being of light, a greater pathway opening up? This is truth, blazing angel. This is truth. Take the step. So easy is it when the light of the heart is felt within, reminding you of your own divine nature. The world is here for you to experience so that you may realize divinity in its majesty, mystery and love – more so than ever. All serves that sacred purpose, so embrace it. Find your faith. Be at peace. Know that no matter what appears to be, all is well. You are so loved; it cannot even begin to be translated sufficiently into words, but it can be transmitted from my heart to yours, just as the sun catches dried tinder and sets it aflame.

This oracle comes with a message for you: arise. You have been downtrodden for long enough now. Perhaps you have been feeling defeated, put upon, underestimated, or walked over in mind, body or spirit by others or your own doubts and fears. Enough now – you are liberated through the hope in your heart, the defiant optimism that buoys your spirit and demands that you shall have your dawn. You shall rise like the sun and and begin anew now. Step up; it is your time.”

Sacred Honouring Ritual: “Stand up and turn behind you. Say aloud: ‘With gratitude and deep soul-daring, I choose to say thank you and good bye to my past. What has been has been, and is no longer to be. I am at peace with this, for what has been is nothing more than fertilizer for life to flourish now. With complete forgiveness and acceptance, I allow this letting go to happen. With all of my heart, I ask for unconditional love to assist me in this sacred surrender now.’

Turn now to face forward. Say aloud” ‘I invite in life. I invite in love. I invite in what is required for my own spiritual success and thriving divinity. Through unconditional love and divine mercy, through the guiding spirit of my soul brother, RUMI, may this now be so.’

Then place one hand on your heart ans say aloud: ‘In this present moment life thrives. It is within this thriving grace that I choose to place my consciousness now. I am an angel ablaze. I trust in the benevolent divinity guiding my way.’

Place both hands in prayer and when you are ready, simply bow your head for a moment. You have finished your honouring ritual.”*

~ By Alana Fairchild

Did you read all those words above? All those beautiful words, that powerful message…. it is for you. Yes, you. Maybe you should slow down. Read it again. Savour each word, let it roll around in your head until you grasp the full meaning. Breathe it deeply into your Being. Hear it now… I promise, the message is for you. Are you listening? Is it the confirmation that you have been waiting for? What is that old cliche… don’t look in your rearview mirror, you aren’t going that way? Yes, that is the message. Look to the light, it burns brightly AHEAD of you… don’t look back.

A door is closing as it should. As it must in order for the next door to open. Yes, there is a chance that there is a journey between the doors. Time to heal. Time to regroup. Time to shed and release the old and time to make space for the new. What will get you from one door to the next? Faith. Trust in yourself and in this process. What will keep your own light burning? Hope; even a shred is enough to get you there.

You are a powerful warrior. And if you don’t feel like one now, then that is part of your task at hand. You are blazing new trails. You are here to lead. To heal. To inspire. To transform. Do not shy away from this, it is your duty. Do you remember why you came here?

Awaken. Arise. Move forward fearlessly and be the catalyst for your own growth, healing and magic.

Rise up out of the ashes Dear Phoenix, it is time for your rebirth.

Arise

Namaste

Dee https://archangeloracle.com/2017/11/14/arise/

#arise #14 december 19 #rumi oracle

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Make-Up

Title: Make-Up

Series: To the East | 1.At the Hawk’s Behest | 2. Make-Up

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug / My Hero Academia

Ship: Marc x Nathaniel (mentioned)

Characters: Marc, Nathaniel (mentioned), OC (Marc’s Brother), Hawk Moth (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,622

Tags: Villain!Nathaniel , Villain!Marc

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, bullying, lots of violence, and several implied-but-not-stated awful things

Rating: T

AN: So this level of dark is a bit new for me- I usually write only fluff or happy things, with maybe a side-order of angst. When I had written the first prompt ofr this My Hero Academia fusion, my goal with including mentions of bullying was to translate what happened in ‘Reverser’, along with Nathaniel’s history of bullies, into something I could use for a My hero universe. In this one, I detail the type of bullying and abuse that happened in this AU before Marc went to school with Nathaniel. I really put Marc through the wringer here. Some of what he went through is only implied, so I’ll let people read into what I wrote and decide for themselves how much went down.

Marc hadn’t meant to make a statement when he had first worn make-up.

That’s not to say that he didn’t understand why his fellow students found him such a nice target. Marc’s figure was naturally slender and girlish, as his older brother would say. Marc understood that- he had been taught to expect cat-calls and comments at some point, should he decide to dress or look a certain way.

His brother wasn’t lying when people would peg him for a girl, or some f… some guy thinking he was one. His smooth and silky black hair had only added to the impression, especially since Marc had always worn it long and in a messy bun. He was often called a ‘little lady’ because of this as he grew up.

Marc hadn’t meant to make a statement. Or maybe his brother had. People just were wrong about which one he was making.

When he was in elementary school, Marc had a friend. They had met when she had come up to him and declared that if he felt like a girl then she didn’t mind it. Marc had politely thanked her and just said he liked wearing the make-up. He was- what was the word his brother had used? Ah, effeminate. That’s what he was.

That’s all? She had asked him that question doubtfully, unsure despite his insistence.

That’s all. Marc had replied with false confidence. He wasn’t in the wrong body, but he didn’t dare elaborate beyond that.

Marinette had taken that answer for what it was worth and started asking him what he enjoyed doing.

His parents had taken the make-up in stride; one could even argue that they didn’t give a damn. Marc wasn’t sure which it was to this day, more serious neglect or simply being busy. All these years later and he couldn’t tell if he still wore rose-tinted glasses of his parents.

People didn’t bully him for being quirkless at that time. It took time. The boys at first jeered and thought that some girlish f- girlish fop wasn’t worth their time. They had new cool quirks to try out! The girls too, thought this, though they rarely confronted him directly even when they did start bullying him.

That had changed one morning when he was older, maybe third or fourth grade. Marc had gotten in a fight with his brother and in the rush to get ready for school ended up putting on more make-up than usual. That drew new sneers and increased taunts and laughter. Then at recess, when Marc had decided to go to the corner of the yard away from the crowd for some peace, he was followed.

At first it was just taunting and pinches, startling him by using their quirks too close to him. Marc knew he had felt the familiar licks of flames on his arm, making him freeze in terror. That drew more laughs and jeers. One could excuse their behavior in a way; they were only children and did not understand exactly what they were doing to Marc.

Then suddenly, the ground rumbled as Epicenter stepped onto the field, livid. The kids around him had backed up quickly, offering the middle-schooler the first hit on the little fa-freak. Mess up that garish make-up Marc had on, smudge it up nicely.

Epicenter had laughed, and Marc knew what was coming, looking down. It was always like this. The punch laid him out on the ground, some blood from his nose landing on the grass and forming a nice mark on his make-up, something Marc couldn’t dare wipe away with destroying his careful work.

The boys had laughed at first and had tried to high-five the older boy, happy that the middle-schooler had found their new activity fun.

The boys soon were crying as Epicenter broke their bones and made them regret ever laying so much of a hand on Marc. It was fast, it was brutal, it was one-sided; exactly what the older middle-schooler was known for. Marc’s classmates hard really been quite stupid to not run.

People once more didn’t bully him for being quirkless at the time. Not when his older brother was the most notorious bully in the entire schoolyard.

“I’m surprised you don’t put on a dress you weak-ass fucking f….” Basil’s words fizzled out as Marc kept his head ducked down, drawing in on himself. The older boy sighed and with a growl brought the candle closer, smiling with satisfaction as Marc clenched his hand, betraying some response. “You should’ve known this would happen Pieter. Toughen the fuck up, you sniveling baby.”

His older brother wouldn’t be there to save him next time. And if he didn’t want his arm burned, he needed to be able to stand up to the jackass with the flame quirk.

Marc needed to use make-up on his arm sometimes after that day. He ran out of hoodies after the sleeves were burned.

There would come a time when people stopped bullying him for being quirkless. It was when he was in middle school, his brother now in high school. The incident hadn’t happened when he was at school this time.

His parents were home early for once and were arguing quite loudly. Marc wasn’t sure what it was about exactly, but he was certain that one of them had lost their jobs. He would later learn that it was both that had.

Basil had been quite stressed out over the whole situation; he was pacing the room he still shared with Marc angrily, running his hand through his hair nervously. Once he had graduated from high school and was living on his one, Marc could understand why- suddenly losing your main sources of income was highly stressful.

Marc was soon dragged in by his collar and thrown onto the bed, a fist punching his face. If there was one thing that an older Marc was glad about was that his brother’s homophobia at the very least kept it to hits only. But unlike the one or two that usually came, the occasional kick, Basil didn’t stop.

Pieter, defend yourself!

Pieter, you useless sack of shit, fight for once!

Pieter, you better give me a fucking fight!

Marc had gritted his teeth and finally, screamed with tears in his eyes, “If you want a fight so much, go hurt someone else! Try and kill someone else for once!”

His hand had moved on its own like he was throwing something. It was instinctual, it was self-defense, it was out of his control.

Basil had stilled once the black-and-white-paper-plane had hit him and dissolved. He seemed to be processing what Marc had screamed, as Marc shivering and sobbed underneath his much larger and muscular frame. He gave his younger brother a wicked grin and ruffled his hair.

“Sure thing kiddo! Just stay here you fucking useless bitch, I’ve decided to be merciful for once.” Epicenter stood up and stretched, walking out the door as he grabbed the machete he kept displayed proudly on his desk. It was a wicked thing, with a blade sharp enough to slice through anything. Marc had dubbed it the Tank-Top Killer after he had to throw out all of his tank-tops because of it.

The heroes came by relatively soon. Marc had not left his room- he could see some blood just outside his door and couldn’t stomach to see what was out there should he decide to walk out. The heroes had been horrified about what had happened to him, even if Marc knew it was his fault. Epicenter hadn’t stopped fighting, not after the first five blocks were rubble, not after the heroes arrived, not after two were wounded and another three blocks destroyed.

To this day, most people believed Reverser was unable to make his changes to people permanent. Even his boyfriend was unable to figure out why he refused to; Evillustrator was at least kind enough to not pry. Hawk-Moth, on the other hand, had been quite amused by what he’d forced out.

When he was put into the foster system since all his relatives were no longer able to take care of him, Marc asked to change his name legally. He got to choose his name to start over again with; he thought it was fitting in a way. Marc Anciel- a name that was a play on the part of himself he’d decided to accept. Maybe he was a f… a fa… that word… but he couldn’t hide his attraction to boys anymore. Nor did he need to.

He didn’t need to wear his make-up anymore.

Then it was the first day of high school, with a quirk at his side and new friends to be made (he had heard Marinette was going to this school too). He pulled on his tie-dye shirt, painted his nails and shouldered his backpack confidently. He looked in the mirror- and Marc faltered.

The bruises were gone and the scar from knife and flame alike were covered by his hoodie but… this wasn’t him. Maybe the boy under the make-up was what he had been born as, but what he knew, what he was comfortable with…

But this time, he wouldn’t wear it because he was being forced to learn. Because he had no choice. Marc was able to choose for himself this time, and sure, maybe he’d messed everything up so far, but… he could do this right? This one little thing.

He’d claw his way along no matter what. He’d live, if only to stick it to that bastard Epicenter.

Marc sat down and hummed, genuinely happy, as he pulled out his brushes and turned on the mirror’s light to get started.

#marc anciel #miraculous ladybug #my writing #darker than I usual write #but what can you do #nathmarcnovember #technically

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato [Track 1]

Original title: 穏やかな日々

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note: I’m so excited to be able to deliver the latest installment of the DL Drama CD series to you guys! I honestly did not expect to be able to do it this early but I was able to get the CD for really cheap myself so here I am! I already listened to the CD once to write up a summary which honestly helped me out a lot. I still knew some of the lines and events when I got to translating it in detail, which sped up the process by a lot! uwu

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 1: Peaceful Days

Ayato stands on top of Kaminashi tower.

“...What a nice view. Guess this old, worn-down tower isn’t too shabby to look down at the city. Hehe...”

He looks down.

“Hah. When lookin’ down at them from above, everythin’ really looks so tiny and insignificant. So pitiful, I’m almost brought to tears. Haah...All because of that stupid lil’ human, I’m thisーー ...Ugh... Pathetic. ...I need more...of her blood...Kuhーー!”

*FLASHBACK STARTS*

Ayato is sucking your blood in the living room.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Rustle*

“...Heh. Why you lookin’ at me like that? Are you that upset I attacked you in your sleep? You’ve only got yourself to blame for snoozin’ on the couch in a house full of a Vampires.”

You try and defend yourself.

“Like I give a damn! Whether you were tired or not, you’re basically beggin’ me to jump you. Prey that lets down its guard can’t complain ‘bout bein’ devoured like this. Just give up.”

He continues sucking your blood.

*Sluuuurp*

“Stop makin’ a fuss. ...Or do you want me to suck you even more, perhaps? From this throat? ...In that case, I’ll gladly grant your wish.”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hehehe...That’s a nice expression you’re making. Show me more. Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah...You’ve got that dreamy look in your eyes. ...Despite all those complaints, in the end you still enjoy it, huh?”

You tell him to stop.

“...Eh? You really think I’m satisfied with that much? Besides, you don’t have the right to defy me. Just behave and enjoy the ride.”

*Sluuuurp*

“ーー Hah! ...Not yet...I still haven’t had nearly enough.”

You insist that you’ll go crazy if he doesn’t stop soon.

“Hehehe...So what if you go crazy? If you think that’s gonna convince me to let you go, you’re way too naive. (1)”

You continue to protest.

“I’m sure you know that very well, don’t you?”

*Sluuuurp*

“...Che! Geez, throwin’ in the towel already? What’s with that attitude when I’m out here givin’ you my full attention?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Heh. ...Too late to apologize now.”

You apologize again.

“Stop sayin’ sorry already! ...Actually, in that caseーー”

*Rustle rustle*

“Haah...Whatever. I’ve lost interest.”

You frown, asking why he is upset.

“...Fuck off! I’m not upset! ...And stop pokin’ me! It tickles! Lay it off!”

*Rustle*

“Don’t try and get cute with me! ...Anyway, haven’t you been droppin’ a lot of weight as of late? Are you eatin’ properly?”

You ask if he is worried about you.

“Haah...? I’m not worried or anythin’...! I just prefer my girls to have some meat on her bones, that’s all. Right now your tits are so pathetic, it kills my appetite.”

You chuckle.

“...Oi! You laughed just now, didn’t you? Dependin’ on your reasoning, you won’t get away with it! Tell me!”

You explain.

“...Aah!? You think I’m kind!?”

You tell him he stopped sucking your blood because he must have been worried about your health.

“I just told you I’m not worried, didn’t I!? I only stopped because the mood got ruined! Don’t assume I wouldn’t suck you till the very limit! Stop gettin’ ahead of yourself! It’s totally different! Idiotー! Ms. Misunderstanding Chichinashi! (3) Don’t you ever dare say such stuff again!”

You play off his complaints.

“What’s with that haphazard answer!? Are you mockin’ me!?”

You giggle again.

“ーー Geez! Get off your high horse already. Hmph! ...Ah, fuck, this pisses me off. Meanwhile I’m over here strugglin’ ‘cause I’ve been more thirsty than usual as of late...Haah...”

You offer to drink some juice.

“Don’t be fuckin’ kiddin’ me! I wouldn’t be sufferin’ this much if some juice could do the trick! ...You’ve been pokin’ fun at me this whole time, haven’t you? Your blood is the only thing which can quench this thirst. Yet you’re bein’ all stingy with it...Ugh! Geez! Isn’t there some other way!? ...Something that’ll lift my mood at once! Take your responsibility and put some serious thought into that! Things turned out this way ‘cause of you after all! If you can’t think of anything, I’ll suck your blood!”

You immediately think of something.

“Oh? What is it? Tell me.”

You offer going on a walk together.

“Ah? A walk? Listen up…Were you even listenin’ to what I said!? I told you I wanted to do somethin’ to lift my mood, remember? So how exactly will a walk lift my mood? If anything, it’s gonna fuckin’ ruin it! Don’t be kiddin’ me! ...I don’t give a damn if you recently discovered this place or not, che…Anyway, it’s a no.”

ーー Well then…Guess it’s time for your punishment?”

You try and reason with him one more time.

“Nah, I’m not waitin’ and I’m not goin’ either. Even sleepin’ would still be better than that!”

You pout.

“…The fuck you gettin’ all depressed for? Ahー Geez! Fine!! I just gotta go, right!? Fine, fine, guess I’ve got no other choice then. I’m a total gentleman after all!”

You thank him, smiling.

“...Hmph. Look at you gettin’ all happy over small things like a lil’ kid. Ah, but...”

Ayato looks out of the window.

“Take a look. It’s pourin’ like crazy outside. Doesn’t seem like it’ll clear up any time soon either. Havin’ to go on a walk with our umbrellas seems like way too much of a chore.”

You ask if you can go on a walk some other time.

“Fine. Next time then, okay? ...It’s a fuckin’ pain in the ass, but whatever.”

You seem happy.

“Don’t rejoice just yet. You’re draggin’ me outside, so you’ll at least make sure I’m entertained, right? If not, I won’t have any mercy. You better be prepared to get sucked dry by me if it’s boring. Hahaha...Suddenly I’m lookin’ forward to this.”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 甘�� or ‘amai’ usually means ‘sweet’, but it can also be used to call someone ‘weak’ or ‘naive’.

(2) Ayato literally says something along the lines of ‘the parts which can stick out should do so’, which refers to curves (or the lack thereof) on girls.

(3) In Japanese, he calls her 勘違いチチナシ女 or ‘kanchigai chicihinashi onna’ which literally means ‘misunderstanding titless woman’.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers daylight #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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4. In Celebration of Queen Mother Harriett Fairweather of Samaria

Jack opens the front door, and Monique bursts in, “Where is my new little nephew?!” Jack greets her with a hug, “He’s with everyone else.” The go into the living room where Abby holding Daniel, along with Michelle, Shay, Joel, Asher, Betty, and their baby daughter Pearl. Everyone greets her, “Hey, Monique!” Monique makes a beeline for Daniel, “Oh my god, he is too damn cute!” David sticks his head from out of the kitchen, “Hey, Monique! Dinner's almost ready!" Monique, “What we havin’?” David, “Eggplant biryani.” Monique, “Ooooh, Indian.” She goes over and fusses over Pearl, “Hey, Pearlie Girl.” Betty laughs, “Hey, Auntie Monique.” Monique turns and sits down on the sofa, "You know, DeMarcus and I are thinking about adopting." Michelle, “Are you, really?" Monique, “We're just thinking about it. Nothing official yet.”

Cut to: Everyone sits around the dinner table, digging into the food that David has made. Monique, “Next week we're back on official Royal Duty. Going to Samaria for Queen Mother Harriet’s 90th birthday gala.” David, “Yeah, I can handle that.” Monique, “Can you?” Abby, “I’ll be there to keep him on a tight leash, as always. And besides, all anyone’s going to want to talk about is the new baby prince.” Monique, “Mercy and Grace also got invited.” Jack, “Seriously?” Michelle, “Grace has always been friends with Iris and Tabitha. It’s been a big part of Samaria keeping the peace with Ammon.” Monique, “And Mercy is technically a princess, so she got invited.” David, “It’s a celebration, everyone likes Harriett, I’m not going to be rude and cause trouble.” Asher, “So what are we going to do when that’s over?” David, “I want to look into some way to prevent future coup attempts, not just in Moab, but here, and in the other countries.” Joel, “Stopping coups in Ammon means we’re stuck with Wayne.” David, “We’re stuck with him anyway. Anyway, it’s just theoretical. Something to think about.” Monique, “I’ve been talking with this friend of mine, she’s a director… she wants to do a documentary about the AFG.” David makes a face, “They’ve already written a book.” Monique, “She wants to do more than just a movie. She’s thinking a TV special. Six or seven parts. She’s got channels making her offers. Honestly, David, someone’s going to make this documentary, and it might as well be my girl. She’s damn good at what she does.” David still makes a face. Jack speaks up, “Sounds good. David's gonna be David.” Jack grins at him, “Fussy,” he adopts a husky, dramatic voice, “I don't want to talk about it.” Monique, “I told her getting David to talk would be difficult.” David, “Come on, I know you all have stuff you don’t like to talk about.” Asher, “Is this going to be shown in other countries?” Monique, “Definitely not in Ammon, but I know there’s a market for it. We’re very popular on the international scene.” David, “It's not a bad idea, I just- I need to get used to the idea is all. Prepare myself for it.” Monique, “It’ll be after the gala, anyway. You got plenty of time to think about it.”

Across town, Frieda sits having dinner with Andrew and Chloe, “Of course I was horrified to learn that she was doing diplomacy in the delivery room. I'm hoping that in talking to you, I can help convince Abigail to act like a mother. That is off the record, of course." Across from her, Andrew sits with a huge, toothy, unctuous smile plastered across his face. He is not only back on his bullshit, he never left his bullshit to begin with, “When did you last speak with her?" Frieda, “Shortly after my grandson was born. I’m sure she only agreed to it because Frankie insisted.” Andrew, “And what did she say to you?” Frieda, “Only the polite things. We didn’t speak for very long.” The smile on Andrew’s face tightens, “Is… is that all?” Frieda, “What do you mean, is that all?” Andrew, “While I understand your desire to share the truth with the world-” Frieda, “I need money. The widow’s compensation I receive isn’t enough to meet my current needs.” Andrew, “You must understand, OMGossip does sell a certain product, as it were.” Frieda, “I have private pictures of Prince Daniel. It’s nothing truly revealing or alarming, but it’s enough that I know the king will come to realize that my financial situation needs improving. Are you really telling me you’ll say no to these pictures? There’s plenty of other places I could sell them to.” Andrew keeps the smile on his face, even as anger flashes in his eyes, “We will happily give you the price you’re asking for.” Frieda smiles, “You aren't out of luck. King David may offer to amend my finances, but if you can do a better job… I do have some choice thing to say about... I don't even know what to call him. He's not my son-in-law.” Chloe, “Your grandbabydaddy.” Frieda, curtly, "I've never been fond of him. But you may not quote me on that. Not yet."

Later, Andrew bitches to Chloe, “Ooooh so she doesn't like David. How scandalous, what an outrage!” Chloe, “You can still make hash out of it.” Andrew, “I swear, this business used to be fun! Things are so boring now that David is all happily married and not taking any captives.” Chloe, “Have you thought at all about making a change?” Andrew, “What kind of change?" Chloe, "I dunno, any kind of change.” Andrew, "What am I supposed to do, go back into the weapons business?” Chloe, “I mean, you could.” Andrew pouts, “Maybe I should. I’ve always wanted to be an important man, and peddling royal baby pictures isn’t that.”

David talks with Mercy and Grace, a sign language translator for Grace. David, "You don't have to go.” Mercy, “I don't understand, why was I invited?” David, "Queen Harriett has always been involved in helping orphans and refugees from Carmel, and she’s been very impressed with the advocacy work you’ve done. She really wants to meet you.” Mercy nods, “Okay. Sounds fun.” David, “Really, you don’t have to go, it’s it’s going to be upsetting…” Mercy, “No, I mean it. It sounds fun. A lot better than a funeral.” David, “I will personally make sure Wayne stays away from you.” Grace sits with her brow deeply furrowed, “I want to see my family, but I’m afraid going will be a bad idea.” David, “I can give you a full security detail. Have people monitoring your food, even.” Grace, "I don't even know what I'd wear. I didn't bring any jewels. I don't have much money." David, "Rose can lend you something." Mercy signs to Grace, "You should think of the diplomatic advantages we could take. It could be a sign to the public there's no ill will in your family. Galas like this can bring in a lot of supporters for any charity you’re endorsing. And, if you show up looking pretty enough, you can make yourself very popular. Tell a story with your dress." David, "It's up to you.”

Grace sits anxiously at a computer in the living room of the modest home she shares with Gus. On the screen appears Queen Mae and Princesses Bonnie, Mackynzie, and Rosaleigh. Grace gives a pained smile and signs hello. Mae signs and speaks, “I thought you would never call us.” Grace replies, “I thought it was unwanted.” Bonnie and Rosaleigh glance quickly at Mackynzie. Mae, “Why are you calling us now?” Grace, “I was invited to Queen Harriett’s 90th birthday gala. Apparently, the Fairweathers believe we are still on good terms.” Mae, without raising her voice, “And they’re going to continue to believe this. You’re going, aren’t you?” Grace nods submissively. Bonnie smiles nervously, “I’m so happy you’ll be joining us.” Mackynzie mutters, “She’s not joining us, she’ll be with the Gilboans.” Mae, “I’m still very glad you’re going. It’s of utmost importance that we appear as a family, united under your brother, the king.” Grace, “Gus is going to be there with me.” Bonnie smiles brightly while Mae and Mackynzie smile politely. Bonnie, “We’ll all be very happy to see Gus!” Grace, “Wayne is going to have to be polite to him.” Mae, “Of course. I certainly hope you’re going to maintain your standard of modesty and show the world that Gilboa hasn’t corrupted you.” Grace, “Yes, yes. I want Wayne to stay away from Gus. David is giving us extra security to make sure nothing happens.” Mae, “Don’t disrespect your brother like that! With your father gone, he is the man who is in charge go this family!” Grace, “Gus is my husband. I am a part of my husband’s family.” Mae grimaces and clasps her hands, “Let us pray!” Bonnie and Mackynzie clasp their hands and bow their heads. Grace simply clasps her hands and watches Mae. Mae, “Lord, we ask for your guidance through these difficult times….” Grace squints to see Mae’s lips, but the screen is too small.

In the palace dressing room, Mercy and Grace look at fancy ball gowns, giggling and grinning like little girls. Mercy twirls around, holding a dress up to her. Grace signs, "I always wanted to do this with you as a little girl, I'm so glad I can, now." A group of guards pushing a cart stacked with jewelry boxes enter the room. An aide says, “The jewels, your highness.” Grace, "Ah, thank you,” She turns to Grace and Mercy, “You girls are free to borrow from my jewelry collection.” She goes over and opens a box with a tiara in it. She smiles and turns to the girls, “Mercy, dear I have something for you." She holds up the box, containing a sunburst tiara with a large yellow diamond in the center, the one worn by Esperanza Abbadon in her only official royal portrait. Mercy gasps when she sees it, and tears fill her eyes, "The Sunburst!” she steps forward and takes it out of the box, “I thought it was destroyed!" Rose, “No, I wouldn't let a piece of history be destroyed or sold off. I actually have quite a bit of your mother's jewelry in the vault. I want to give it to you." Tears fall down Mercy's face, “My mother… she looked so beautiful when she wore this. Thank you, Rose. Thank you so much.” Rose, “The things you wear tell a very important story about you. You have to be very careful to tell the kind of story you want to tell.” Grace’s translator translates this into sign. Grace looks down at the modest dress she’s holding, and then places it back on the dress rack.

David sits in the limousine with Jack, Abby, Michelle, and Rose, all dressed up for the gala. David, Jack, Abby and Michelle all look at David’s phone. David smiles brightly, “Hi, Daniel! We miss you!” On his phone Jessie holds Daniel in her arms while Daniel puts his fist in his mouth. Already, he has a thick tuft of blonde hair. Abby, “How is he?” Jessie, “Oh, he's fine. Just thinks he’s spending the night with Grandma.” Daniel coos and grasps at the phone, causing everyone to laugh. Michelle, “We’re gonna be showing pictures off all night.” David, “We’ll try to leave as soon as we can in the morning. Im trying to make it through this with as little drama s possible.” Jessie, cheerfully, “Okay. I’m gonna give Daniel another bottle in a little bit and then I’m gonna put him down for the night.” Abby’s hone dings, and she gets it out of her purse. David, “Okay. We'll see you tomorrow. Good night.” Jack and Michelle both say goodnight, and David ends the conversation. He looks at Abby, “What’s up?” Abby, “Frankie's coming.” Jack, “What? How?” Abby, “Quentin pulled a few strings.” David, “Huh. Good for him, I guess.” Abby puts her phone away, “Benefits of being a prince's best friend."

Guests arrive at the Palace of Samaria. Chloe and Andrew walk arm in arm. Chloe wears a kicky retro look, she beams and looks around, “Oh my god, this is so much fun! How’d you get such a last-minute invite?” Andrew, smirking, "The OMGossip archives have some photographs of Prince Luke that Queen Harriet hopes never see the light of day.” Chloe, “Oooh, you’re so smart." Royals start arriving. The Judds arrive. Hattie wears an enormous, fluffy hot pink dress and an obnoxiously large tiara, while the other women wear subdued modest gowns. Immediately upon going inside, they’re greeted by Andrew, “Ah, Your Majesty! I was hoping to run into you tonight! My name is Andrew Cross, I’m the owner of OMGossip.” Chloe says to Hattie, “Oh my god, I love your dress!” Hattie, “Bless your heart! Thank you so much! You look beautiful, too!” Wayne, “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Cross. I’m quite familiar with your publication.” Andrew, “I’ve heard how you’re trying to expand the Ammonian weapons industry. I have a few ideas that I think might be of interest to you.” Wayne begins to reply, when he's interrupted by a man in his mid-30s, "There you are! You can't ignore me, now! I want my family’s property returned!” Wayne signals to his security guys, and they pull the man away. protesting. Wayne, "My apologies. Zachary White still insists that he's the rightful heir to the throne of Ammon, and he won't shut up about it.” Andrew, “Pathetic.” Back outside, The Gilboan limo rolls up, and David gets out. He waves at the photographers, and then helps Jack get out. Inside the palace, Frankie greets everyone with hugs. David, “Hey, Frankie, how you doin?” Frankie, “I’m doing fuckin’ great, man. Tonight’s a big night. Have you seen Quentin at all?” David, “Uh, yeah, I think he's right over there…” HE points around and spots Quentin, who sees them both and comes over. Quentin ignores David and greets Frankie with a big hug, "You ready for tonight?” Frankie, "Of course, man.” Quentin’s Fiancée, Miranda, comes up behind them. Her radiant smile and glittering pink and gold dress make her look like a warm sunrise, “David! Congratulations on your new son! The pictures are so cute!" David, slightly confused, "Uh, thanks.” Back outside, Gus gets out of a limo, and then helps Mercy and Grace get out. Mercy wears a slightly sexy strapless dress. It’s far from slutty, but it goes against Ammonian modesty standards. Gus signs to her, "You looks so beautiful.” Mercy wears the sunbeam tiara and a flow yellow lace dress. They both look absolutely stunning, and cameras flash madly at them. David greets Laura with a hug, “You don’t know how glad I am that you’re here.” Laura, “Trust me, I’m very happy to be here. How is Daniel?” David, “Absolutely wonderful.” Laura spots Andrew over his shoulder, still talking to Wayne and Hattie. Laura cautiously says, "Don't turn around, but Andrew Cross is behind you." David, “Aw, Jesus, is he?” Laura, "Looks like he's talking to Wayne.” David shakes his head, “Doesn’t matter. I’m determined to have a good time tonight. He can go skulk in the shadows like he always does. If he tried to get near me or Jack, my security will deal with it.” Laura, “I’m surprised you didn't have him arrested after the allegations about Gath came out.” David, “Michael fucked up the investigation. We didn’t find anything conclusive.” The aide from before comes over and greets them, “Your majesties, the picture.” Back with Andrew and Wayne, Andrew goes on, "You see, my family was in the weapons business for nearly four hundred years, and I was the beneficiary of all this accumulated knowledge, until my scheming cousin stole it out from under me..." Grace, Gus, and Mercy enter the palace, and a wave of camera flashes hits them. With the Judd women, Bonnie and Mackynzie see her dress, and Mackynzie says to Bonnie, “She’s turning Gilboan." Wayne stares helplessly at Mercy as Andrew prattles on, “I believe with my expertise, I could help grow the Ammonian weapons industry…” Mercy laughs and chats with some other princesses, when suddenly, Zachary White comes up to her, “That tiara is a family heirloom!” Mercy, taken aback, "I beg your pardon?” Andrew talks to Wayne, “I assure you, I can completely revolutionize your weapons output…” Without saying anything, Wayne hurries off toward Zachary and Mercy. Zachary, "My grandmother wore that tiara!" Mercy, "Oh, you're the White heir, aren't you?” Wayne comes over and pushes him out of the way, "Leave her alone!” With David, Laura says, “Oh, shit.” David turns around and sees the escalating situation, “Fuck.” He approaches Mercy, “What’s going on?” Zachary, "That tiara belongs to my family!" David, "It's a gift to Miss Abbadon from Queen Rose. It belongs to no one but her.” Wayne glares and starts to say something, but an aide approaches, "Your majesties, the picture.”

In a room set up with a camera and lighting equipment, the monarchs all pose behind Queen Harriett, who sits in a chair. Rose, Gloria, and Mae are also with them. Rose awkwardly stands next to Hattie with her big poofy skirt. Rose grimaces and tries to move the layers of tulle out of the way, “If you don't mind, dear.” Hattie gives her a huge, beaming smile, “I would just love to speak with you later. Really, I’ve tried so hard to model myself on you- the beautiful queen and the woman behind a great man. I admire your sense of style so much.” Rose gives her a simpering smile, “Then let me give you some fashion advice: this dress is the kind that is best worn with a plastic tiara.” She turns and smiles at the camera. Hattie realizes she's been insulted, and looks at Wayne to defend her. He's preoccupied with his thoughts. Without saying anything, Hattie tries to force a smile as the photographer says, “Smile!” Posed along the elegant and refined queens, she looks tacky and out of place.

In the ballroom, guests mingle. Andrew and Chloe sit at a table with Zachary White. Zachary, “The sunburst tiara was a wedding gift to my great-grandmother, Queen Gladys. It was my grandmother's favorite. I have many fond memories of her wearing it. When Judd and Abbadon took power, they took everything from my family, even our most precious heirlooms. We were left with nothing.” Suddenly, Chloe's face lights up with recognition, “Oooooh! I know who you are! Your granddad was the dude who sent soldiers to central America so they could protect drug traffickers and sell all their cocaine in North America!” Zachary scowls, “King Allen, yes. He and my father were both brutally murdered by Judd and Abbadon when I was a child.” Andrew, "You have all my sympathy. King Silas drove my father from Gilboa.” Chloe, "Yeah, but Alek Amal was the one who murdered your dad, remember?" Andrew, “That was never confirmed.” Chloe, “But Amal said he did. He made that recording. I am Alek Amal and I ended William Cross’s pathetic and worthless life.” Andrew ignores her, "My cousin stole our family's company out from under me. I know very well what it's like to have everything taken from you." At the entrance of the ballroom, a herald announces, “Announcing her Royal Highness, Queen Mother Harriett Fairweather of Samaria.” The doors swing open, and King John escorts his mother into the ballroom. The guests all stand and applaud as Harriet waves. Behind them, the other monarchs all enter. David sees Andrew glaring at him. He says to Jack, “I’m gonna keep Andrew away from you tonight, don’t worry.” Jack, “Don’t punch him.” David grins, “But what if he deserves it?” They both laugh. An aide approaches them, “Your majesty, Queen Harriett has requested you for the first dance of the evening.” David, “What, seriously?” Behind the aide, Harriett smiles at him, “I’m ninety years old, and all I want is to dance with a handsome man!” David sputters, “I, um i-if my husband is all right with it.” He looks at Jack. Jack cackles, “Go for it, babe!” David, “Okay.” He goes over to Harriett, who holds her hand out. David takes it, and leads her to the dance floor. Harriet, “Do you know the foxtrot?” David, “Yes, I do, actually.” They get into position. The music begins, and they dance. From the sidelines, Wayne watches in disgust, “Good God, King Harold is in his grave, getting cucked!” David hears none of it. He smiles brilliantly and twirls Harriett around while cameras flash wildly. Harriett, “You are a wonderful dancer!” David, “As are you!” The music ends. David bows, and Harriett curtsies. Everyone applauds wildly. Harriett laughs, “Thank you, David, for giving an old woman exactly what she wants!” David, “You are most welcome!” He goes back to Jack, and greets him with an apologetic kiss. Other couples dance on the dance floor. Grace and Gus capture the attention of photographers, a ridiculously attractive couple. Harriett dances with John, and David dances with Jack. Quentin dances with Miranda, “Look Miranda, I um… I have something very important I need to tell you later this evening. I don’t want to cause a big scene, but I need to talk to you and my family later in one of the private rooms.” Miranda, eyes growing huge, “Really?” Quentin, “Yeah, just keep it quiet.” Miranda, “I thought this night would never come!” Wayne dances with Hattie, keeping a sharp eye on Mercy. Mercy sits at a table by herself, looking beautiful but alone. A handsome young man with a Samarian accent approaches her, “Pardon me, Miss Abbadon?” Mercy looks at the young man, “Yes?” Young man, “I’m Prince Luke of Samaria, and I’m a big admirer of the charitable work you do.” Mercy smiles graciously, “Oh, thank you very much.” Luke, “I was wondering, might I share this dance with you?” He holds his hand out. Mercy beams, “Yes, a dance would be wonderful.” Luke leads Mercy out to the dance floor, and they begin to dance. Wayne sees it, and fury flashes across his face, “That degenerate is trying to dance with Mercy!” Hattie, “Wayne, you are dancing with me! Forget about Mercy!” Off on the sidelines, Miranda gushes to Princess Carrie of Aram, “Oh my God, Carrie, I think Quentin is finally going to propose to me!” Carrie gasps, “Oh my god, congratulations!” She hugs Miranda tightly. Miranda struggles not to cry, “I was so jealous of you at your wedding, watching you become a princess!” she sniffs, “I’m finally gonna be a princess, too!” Luke twirls Mercy around, and Mercy laughs, having a great time. Wayne dances with Hattie, but he can’t stop looking over at Mercy. Mercy laughs at a joke Luke tells and puts her head on his shoulder. Wayne seethes. The evening goes on. Back at their table, David shoes Princesses Iris and Tabitha pictures of Daniel. Iris, “He is so cute!" Miranda comes up to them, “Oh, is that Prince Daniel?" David, proudly, “Yes.” Miranda, “Oh, I've always wanted to be a mommy. Quentin is going to make a very big announcement in one of the receiving rooms, I’d like for you all to be there!" David, “Oh, okay. I guess we'll go there, then."

Frankie leads Abby and Michelle down a hallway to the room where everyone is supposed to meet. Abby, "So how big of an announcement is this?" Frankie, “Huge. Life-changing.” Michelle, jokingly, "What, is he coming out?” Frankie doesn't reply. Abby and Michelle exchange nervous glances. Frankie opens the door of the receiving room, and then says, "Oh, shit." All of the royal families are packed into the room. Quentin nervously talks to Miranda, "I told you just to gather my family. I didn't want this to be a big deal.” Miranda, "But this is a big deal!" Lawrence, grumpily, "What big announcement are you trying to make, Quentin? Get it over with!” Where they're seated, Grace’s interpreter signs. Quentin glances over at Frankie, who nods and shuts the door. Franke says to Abby and Michelle, "You two should sit down." They go and take seats beside David and Jack. Quentin takes a deep breath, “Okay, first of all, I would like to say that I am pansexual.” Grace's interpreter repeats this, but in sign. Lawrence, “What is that?" Quentin, "It means I'm attracted to women, men, and all non-binary gender identities." Jack, "Good for you, man!” Lawrence looks directly at David, "What's the difference between bi and pansexual?” David, "I, um, they- they're basically the same, it's just, um-” Quentin, “Pansexual is sexual attraction based more on an emotional and spiritual connection regardless of gender." David, “Yeah, that.” Quentin, “Not only am I pansexual, I am in love with Frankie Hatch.” Frankie swells with pride and tears fill his eyes. Miranda, completely deflated, “What?" Quentin, “Miranda, I'm sorry, but I don't want to marry you, and everyone is just going to have to accept it!” Grace’s interpreter continues to sign. Grace’s jaw drops, and she looks from the interpreter to Quentin. Miranda’s chest begins to heave, "Oh my God…” Quentin, "I told you just to gather my family.” Miranda, “Oh my God! You were supposed to propose to me!” Quentin, "I said I'm sorry.” Princess Celeste (Quentin’s mother) gets up and goes to comfort her. Lawrence, “Did David have anything to do with this?!" David, fully panicking, “What? Me?! No! I wouldn’t-” Quentin, "I met Frankie ad David's coronation ball, but I fell in love with him on my own! I didn't want to do this like this, but you guys kept putting so much pressure on m to marry Miranda, I had to do it in a way I couldn’t go back on!” Miranda wails, "Oh my god, my life is over!" Quentin, “You dated a prince. That still counts for something.” Lawrence stands up, “That is enough! You are no longer the heir to the throne of Edom!” Quentin, “You know what? That’s fine! I really didn’t want to be king, anyway. You can disown me all you want, but all that's gonna do is make you look like a homophobic old douche while I'm the heroic prince who gave up the throne for true love." He goes over to Frankie, and takes his hand, “And I do love you, Frankie.” Frankie, “I love you, too!” They share a passionate and beautiful kiss. Frankie, breathlessly, "Let's get out of here, man.” Quentin glances nervously over at his family, and then Miranda, and back at Frankie. He nods, “Yeah, let's get out of here." He takes Frankie's hand, and they both leave. The remaining royals all sit there in awkward silence. Harriett finally says something, "Well. Before we go back to the party, does anyone else feel the need to come out?" Awkwardly, Princess Denise of Aram says, “I made out with a girl in college, once. It was pretty nice." Jack bursts out laughing, and David has to laugh as well. Miranda, sheepishly, "It's not funny!" Jack, “Trust me, you're better off!" Other start to laugh and get up. In their corner, Prince Luke says to Mercy, “Would you care to join me outside? I’m not going to declare my undying love, but I would like to speak with you.” Mercy smiles, "That sounds nice." Mercy quickly goes over to David, "I'm going to speak with Prince Luke outside. So if you're wondering where I went, that's where I am." David, “Sure thing.” Wayne watches Mercy leave with Luke. Hattie says to him, "I'm not done dancing, yet. Come dance with me some more.”

In a hallway, Mercy and Luke are stopped by Zachary White, “That tiara belongs to me!" Luke, "Now isn't the time, Zach!” Mercy snaps, "You know what? Fine!” She takes the tiara off of her head, “Take it! It can go with all the other jewels your family smuggled out of Ammon!" Zachary takes the tiara. Mercy, “You still have all your family's wealth, and property, and connections, and for years I had nothing! Literally nothing to remind me of my mother! I wasn't even allowed to tell people about my her, even when she was slandered and disgraced as the wife of a madman! Finally, Queen Rose gave me something that she wore, something that I remember her wearing, and looking beautiful in, and being happy in, but of course, it belongs to you, and it'll go into your jewel vault, where it will sit and never be worn again!" Zachary awkwardly turns around and walks away, still holding the tiara. Luke tries to go after him, but Mercy stops him, “No, forget about it. I don't need a tiara. Take me outside."

Behind the palace is a rich garden, flooded with moonlight. Mercy and Luke walks arm-in arm. Mercy, “It's so beautiful.” Luke, "The gardens were first installed in 1871 by my great-great grandmother, Queen Eudosia. After the defeat in the war with Edom, she felt that Samarians sorely needed something to be proud of again.” Mercy, “Then you must be really proud of all this.” Luke, “Oh, I am.” He sits down on a stone bench, "Please, come sit with me.” Mercy sits down beside him. Luke goes on, “You look absolutely beautiful tonight.” Mercy, "Thank you." Luke, “I must confess, when you first identified yourself in public, I was quite interested in you. I thought, there's someone whose story is similar to mine, who might understand me.” Mercy, “You’ll have to forgive me. For a long time, I kind of kept myself under a rock, as a survival mechanism of sorts. I- I know your parents died in a car crash, but I don't know the details of it.” Luke, “My father was the black sheep of the Fairweather family, and my mother was the beautiful hellcat he married at far too young of an age. My father was drunk and high, driving a sports care at over a hundred miles an hour, screaming and fighting with my mother. I was in the back seat. The car crashed. They were killed, I survived. I was eight years old.” Mercy reaches over and puts her hand on his. Luke, “For a long time, I dealt with my grief by living like they did. I honestly expected to be dead before I turned twenty-one.” Mercy, softly, "Yeah, I know what that’s like.” Luke, “The rest of my family had written me off as a tragedy waiting to happen, but my grandmother refused to give up. She sent me to therapy, and helped me find a purpose in life. I came to realize, I’m uniquely situated as a prince. I've experienced loss and trauma, yes, but a lot of people have. I can help them. I'm being sincere when I say that I greatly admire the work you do.” Mercy, “I can't undo what my father did. But I try to make what's left better. It makes me feel better.” Luke, "I think that you and I can do some truly outstanding things together." Mercy smiles, flattered.

Inside, Wayne sits at a table with Andrew. Andrew goes on, "You see, CrossGen has long supported Ammon. There's a reason my father turned to your father when he was in need.” Wayne, “I’ll be frank with you, Ammon has plenty of weapons experts. There’s nothing new you can offer me there.” Andrew’s expression sours. Wayne, “What you can offer me is information about the happenings in the royal palace. I want to know if David is doing anything illicit with Mercy Abbadon.” Andrew, “I don’t know.” Wayne, “Lord knows he’s fucked half the women in Gilboa, and most of the men, too.” Andrew, “Actually, you’ll be very disappointed to learn that David is faithful to his husband.” Wayne, “Then you’re completely useless to me.” His eyes sweep the room. He spots Zachary holding the sunburst tiara, and rises sharply to his feet. Andrew, “Is something the matter, Your Majesty?” Wayne marches over to Zachary, “Where the hell did you get that?!" Zachary, “Miss Abbadon gave it to me.” Wayne, "You will give it right back to her!" Zachary, “I will not.” Wayne turns around and goes over to his team of big, burly security guys. They all nod, and then look at Zachary. A look of dread washes over his face as they all come over to him, grab him by the shoulders and lead him away.

In an empty hallway, Wayne holds the sunburst tiara in his hands, looking down at it imperiously as his security guys beat the crap out of Zachary. Wayne, “Good work, fellas.”

Back outside, David approaches Mercy and Luke, “Hey, Jack and I are going to go back to the hotel. Abby and Michelle want to stay a little longer, but Jack's feeling pretty tired." Mercy, "I was enjoying my conversation with Luke here. Do you mind if I stay a bit longer?” David, “No, that's fine.” Wayne and his security guys approach them. He has the tiara in his hand, "Mercy!" Mercy utters, “Shit. What do you want, Wayne?” Wayne holds the tiara out, “I got your tiara back." Mercy shakes her head, "I don't want it." Wayne, "What?" Mercy, "I don't want it if you have to give it to me." Wayne, "Don't say no to me, Mercy!” Mercy, “Wayne-” Wayne, "I still love you!" Mercy, “Wayne, please!” Luke steps in between Mercy and Wayne, "Don't cause a scene." Wayne, “Don't you dare touch me, you low-life! I won’t let you defile her!” He turns to Mercy, "Do you know who he is? What he's done, the kind of man he is?!" Luke, "I was just speaking with Abbadon quite frankly about my past behavior. There's no excuse for it, but I've done my best to become a better man.” Wayne, "I have loved Mercy since I was a child!" He steps over to her, and holds the tiara out, “Mercy, I want to marry you." Mercy, "What? You're already married!” Wayne, "The kings of the bible had multiple wives, and I can, too!” David waves for his security guys, and they move to pull Wayne away. Wayne drops the tiara, and pulls away out of their grip, “Keep your goddamn hands off of me!” His security guys shove David's security guys. Wayne yells at Mercy, “I loved you when I was a boy, and I still love you with all the fire in my soul!" Mercy turns to Luke, “I'm sorry, but I’m going to go with David.” Luke, “That’s quite alright.” Wayne rushes over and punches Luke, “How dare you speak to her!” David puts his arms around Mercy’s shoulders and tries to lead her away. His security guys try to restrain Wayne, who keeps screaming, “I love you Mercy! I will marry you! Where are you going? I will go to war with Gilboa! I swear I will!” David hurries Mercy away. Wayne keeps screaming, “Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” (Music: “Miss Jackson” by Panic! at the Disco “Out the back door, goddamn…”)

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