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archiveikemen · 8 months

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'Villain Wants To Bother The Little Robin' Story Event: Chapter 2

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight Route

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Jude • Ellis: —!

(It’s coming this way!?)

The parrot flew towards the crown, attempting to grab it with its sharp talons.

(The veil will come off if the crown is taken — I have to stop it!)

I held the crown to my head and bent down.

When the parrot’s feet came closer—

My view was obstructed by a black coat.

(Huh…)

It didn't take me long to realise that it was Jude’s back in front of me.

I heard the sound of rustling feathers before the room fell silent.

(What on earth is going on…?)

Jude: …

In Jude’s hands was the parrot that had fallen limp, like it was asleep.

(Oh… Jude put it to sleep.)

Jude’s curse ability to make people fall asleep also worked on animals.

Abel: I am terribly sorry, Your Majesty! Is everything alright!?

Jude: Ellis.

Ellis: Got it.

Ellis leapt at the panicking ambassador and pinned him down, swiftly restraining him.

(— His physical ability never fails to amaze me, no matter how many times I see it.)

(The ambassador didn’t even notice when Ellis got behind him.)

Abel: L- Let go of me…!

Ellis: … Sorry, I can’t allow you to leave.

Ellis: I’ll listen to your side of the story… so stay still.

Ellis remained calm, as if he were guessing the menu for tomorrow’s breakfast.

The ministers present were astonished by his nonchalant attitude.

Jude: American Ambassador Abel.

Jude: Should your act of disturbance be determined to have been premeditated, you shall not be allowed to depart from this palace alive.

I couldn't help but feel surprised when I heard Jude speak in perfectly fluent Queen’s english.*

*And Niki does not know how to write in Queen’s english. Niki is not English, sadly.

(Just now, Jude…?)

I finally understood what Ellis meant when he said that Jude was capable of proper behaviour when in public.

Despite maintaining the air of danger surrounding him, his language and demeanour were refined.

Abel: That bird is usually very tame!

Abel: Although it gets excited when it smells a certain flower, I am certain that’s not the case this time!

Abel desperately tried to explain himself to Jude and I.

Ellis: The smell of flowers? … Are you talking about a sweet smell, like coconut?

Abel: Huh? That’s right… but why do you ask?

Ellis: … Nothing.

Abel: Whatever it is, I’m telling you the truth! Please believe me!

Jude: — If ever it is discovered that you may not be innocent, be prepared to send word to your home country, for we shall take action and execute your punishment immediately.

Abel: … I- I understand.

In response to the cold and stern warning, Abel nodded with a sincere look.

(That facial expression… and the way he showed genuine concern towards Her Majesty, they don’t seem to be just an act.)

(I wonder if someone like him is really plotting an assassination attempt…)

— The audience ended shortly afterwards, and it was time to move to the banquet.

Abel remained cheerful and unbothered throughout, further increasing my doubts.

However, when I was about to take my leave, a minister wearing glasses approached me and whispered into my ear.

Bespectacled Minister: Please be careful, Your Majesty.

Kate: …?

Bespectacled Minister: The better someone looks on the outside, the harder it is to tell what is truly on their mind.

(... I- Is that so?)

I inwardly cocked my head in puzzlement, and nodded in silence.

Jude • Ellis: …

…

The dinner table was lined with luxurious dishes.

While pouring wine, the ambassador conversed with the ministers at the table, discussing politics and trade.

(Thanks to the little bit of knowledge I tried to equip myself with beforehand, I can vaguely understand their conversations.)

(Because I have that knowledge, I feel less nervous to be sitting here… it turns out that my preparations were important after all.)

Jude was standing behind me like a bodyguard, while Ellis stood at the opposite end of the table and kept an eye on the whole room.

After the main course of the dinner, the alcohol started to kick in.

Abel: Speaking of which, does Your Majesty always keep the veil on while dining?

Kate: …!

My heart nearly popped out of my chest when Abel spoke directly to me all of a sudden.

(Victor taught me how to dine with the veil on.)

(That’s why I thought that Her Majesty regularly wears a veil… is that correct?)

I hesitated, and gave a late nod in response.

Jude: Her Majesty seldom dines in the presence of others.

Jude: Her Majesty has a bad throat today, she is therefore unable to speak.

Abel: Oh, I see! It is my greatest pleasure to be given the honour of being here during this very special occasion.

(As much as I’m grateful to him for helping me cover up, I’m worried about the consequences of being this indebted to Jude…)

I turned to look behind me, and my eyes met his amethyst eyes.

Jude: … 😏

His thin lips lifted into a smirk.

Abel: But why do you wear a veil? Is there something you want to hide?

Abel: Otherwise, wouldn't it be much easier to dine without the veil?

Jude: …

(Has this man figured out who I am…?)

My heart hammered uncomfortably against my chest at his extremely direct questioning — just then,

Ellis: Ah.

SMASH! The sound of pottery shattering echoed through the room.

Ellis: … I’m sorry. I leaned on it a little, and then it broke.

(Ellis…!?)

Ellis tone was no different from his usual, and he simply stared down at the large broken vase.

Plump Minister: T- That vase is highly cherished by Her Majesty…!

Ellis: I see. How much does it cost? :)

Plump Minister: A… a hundred pounds is no large sum… no, its monetary value is not what's important here…!

Ellis: Oh, really… sorry, Your Majesty.

(S-Sorry…?)

Our eyes met, and Ellis gave me a reassuring smile.

I nodded, while at the same time apologising profusely to Her Majesty in my heart.

(I think… I get why Jude said that Ellis is crazy.)

(Ellis is more than willing to use any means necessary to fulfil his purpose.)

Abel: Hahaha! Maintaining your composure although your precious vase was broken, you truly are magnanimous, Your Majesty!

Abel: Despite not being able to see your face behind the veil, I am still able to see Your Majesty's personality through your actions!

I wasn't very certain about it, but I felt that I had given the ambassador a good impression of myself as Her Majesty.

(If I rely entirely on the two of them, the amount of debt and damaged property will be too much to bear…)

(I must be capable of handling the situation well myself too—!)

My determination was useless.

A huge commotion was caused when a cat ran into the dining hall, and the tablecloth caught fire.

The way in which the dinner came to an end was far from peaceful.

…

(I’m exhausted…)

Kate: The plan is for me to sleep in Her Majesty’s bed chamber tonight… right?

Ellis: Mm-hmm, that’s the plan… are you worried? Do you need me to sleep with you?

Kate: T-Thank you for the offer, but that won't be necessary. I can sleep alone.

Jude: Lock the room door. Only people from the palace can open it from the outside.

Kate: Really? That’s a relief.

Jude • Ellis: …

Kate: I wonder if there really is an assassination plot…

Kate: Judging by his character, I find it hard to believe that Abel would plan such a thing.

Jude: … If criminals were that easy to read, then every single one of them in the world would've been imprisoned by now.

Jude: Wracking that tiny brain of yours is useless, just go to bed.

I shot Jude an annoyed glare when he knocked me on the head, but he already turned his back to me and walked away.

Ellis: Jude is right, you don't have to worry too much.

Ellis: … Good night, Kate. See you tomorrow.

Kate: Mm… thank you, Ellis. Good night.

(There's really no point in overthinking, I guess?)

(... I should go to sleep early, in preparation for tomorrow.)

After Kate went to bed…

Jude: Any changes?

Ellis: Two people entered and left the room. One of them was seen with the person who approached the crown.

Jude: Tch… we’re definitely going to work till late into the night. Damn it.

Ellis: Oh. I’m relieved that you’re coming with me.

Jude: Cut the crap and get moving.

Ellis: … I hope Kate is asleep.

Ellis: She’ll surely be frightened if she’s awake.

Jude: It'd be better to scare her a little. That way, she won't so recklessly accept such awful missions ever again.

Jude: She’s one troublesome princess.

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serhum · 3 months

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[Part 1] Birthday Game - Reader x Shohei Ohtani x Yuki Ishikawa AU - NSFW

Disclaimer: This is a 18+ writing so if you’re not comfortable reading this, please skip it! There will be a lot of smut & mentions of sex in this work so beware. ;)

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I have been living with my partner, Yuki Ishikawa, for almost 2 years. His apartment in Milan is close to his volleyball training centre and here I am, working in the heart of Italy as a fashion PR. Today is our day off and we decided to stay indoor and spend quality time together.

“Babe, are we expecting a guest today?” ask me while he is doing the dishes and reorganizing the tablecloth.

“Actually yes. Do you remember Shohei? He will be coming tonight. He took a vacation in Italy for several days.” my eyes went into shock. Did he mean Shohei Ohtani?

“Shohei from the Angels?” ask me one more time. 😳

“Yes. Your idol.” he replied with a small chuckle.

“Well, I thought he is in recovery mode as he recently underwent a surgery. Anyway, do you think we should prepare food or something?”

“I think wine and pasta is enough.” I nodded in agreement.

“Sure. Let’s go to the grocery then. It’s 4pm already and I don’t want him to be disappointed when he sees nothing on our table.” I reply and hurriedly go to our bedroom to change.

“You are okay with him coming tonight, right?” Yuki suddenly pops out behind me with his arms lingering my waist. I turn my head to see him and smile.

“It’s fine. We can have quality time everyday but welcoming him in person is such a rare one.” He smiles after hearing my thought. I feel his lips on my temple and I hug him.

“Tomorrow is your special day and I have present ready for you.” Yuki told me.

“Oh what is it? I can’t wait to see it!”

“You’ll see. Soon.” He smirks.

—

“Ding dong ding dong” I stopped my hand from scrolling the tv channel when I heard the bell rang. It must be Shohei!

I look around and realized that Yuki is still in the bathroom so I get up and walk to the door. I don’t know why my heart is beating fast knowing that Shohei is right in front of our apartment. I’ve met him so many times before but it feels different each time. I am indeed his fangirl!

“Hi! How are you?” I said as I open the door and see him smile with a bottle of wine.

“Hi y/n! Long time no see. How are you? I’m great.” He leans closer and hugs me for a second.

“Likewise. You look great in that polo shirt! Come in!” I complimented and his smile turns bigger.

“Thanks. I brought you and Yuki a wine from Cali. It’s really tasty to be paired with cheese.” He follows me to the dining area and puts the wine bottle on the table.

“You don’t have to. Thank you, Shohei. Umm Yuki is in the bathroom and please make yourself at home.” I said and sit down on the sofa with him following beside me. He then places his bag near the sofa.

“How’s life so far? I saw the news that you undergone a surgery. Are you okay?” I open the conversation when I noticed that his elbow is still covered with bandage.

“Well it happens you know. I’m totally fine now. How about you-“

“Shohei Ohtani!! My brother! How are you man?” Before he finished his sentence, Yuki came up and patted his shoulder. Shohei immediately stood up and gave Yuki a brotherly hug.

“Great! You look bigger now hahaha” Shohei jokes to Yuki.

“Yeah I’ve been lifting a lot these days. But look at you! Bulkier than ever.“ And the convo continues around their life. It’s so warm seeing their interactions and how they become close to each other because of their profession as athletes, representing their country in the global stage. They had so many things alike.

While they are on it, I started to prepare the dinner. The time is 8.00pm already.

“Yuki, can you help me open the wine that Shohei gave us?” He stopped talking for a sec and walked across the room. “Thanks” I smiled when he opened the wine and poured it to our glasses. “You guys are so cute.” I added and he just smile coyly and returned to Shohei.

“Well the dinner’s ready guys! Let’s eat” I announce and take a sit first. Yuki and I made carbonara pasta and tiramisu.

“So how’s your relationship with Yuki, y/n? He doesn’t give you a hard time, right?” Shohei asked. He’s now sat across me while Yuki is beside me.

I chuckled and turned my head to Yuki. “Sometimes haha.. But I am so proud of him. He worked so hard and he deserves what he have now. I just don’t like it when he started to blame himself when his team lost.” I rub the back of Yuki’s head softly to showcase my affection.

“Aww.. look at these two lovey dovey couple. I’m happy for you both.” Shohei added. His aura is so calm and cool, similar to Yuki but there’s something different.

“Thanks, babe. It’s hard not to blame myself though. You don’t have to expose me to Shohei like that” and with that, all of us are laughing.

“The pasta is delicious. Did you make it yourself, y/n?” Shohei asks while chewing. I nodded, “Yuki helps me with the tiramisu as well. You should try it with the wine!”

“I’m so happy you guys made the tiramisu. I’ve been wanting to taste it for a long time.” He added.

“Her cooking skills is no joke, bro. I can gain weight easily but thanks to her, she always looks after my diet.” I can feel his hand and stare on mine. I love this guy!

“Can I make a toast for both of these gentlemen?” I asked and both Yuki and Shohei nodded. “You guys are hardworking, successful, and love sports a lot. Be it volleyball or baseball. I just want to say, keep going and make your country and fans proud. Cheers!” the sound of wine glasses clash each other can be heard with big smiles on their faces.

After we finished dinner, we continue to chit chat in the balcony. “How long will you stay in Italy?” asked me. “It’s short. I’m here for 5 days. I want Yuki to show me around, of course when he’s not working.” Shohei pokes Yuki’s belly in a friendly manner. “I can do that! Let’s take time off together.” Yuki replied him.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Shohei excuses himself to the bathroom.

“Babe, are you happy Shohei is here?” Yuki take a seat next to me and holds me in his arms. He is so close that I can feel his breath on my neck.

“What do you mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“I am thinking that maybe we can try something new for your birthday. Not tomorrow but tonight.” my head tilts towards him. I don’t know what he’s talking about at all.

“I don’t get it, Yuki. Talk clearly please.”

“I know for a fact that Shohei is your biggest idol. I want you to feel intimate with him.” I shiver after listening to what he just say. “Why don’t we have a threesome?” My mouth went wide. I am shocked to hear him saying that thing.

“What? Are you kidding me?” He shakes his head. “I don’t think of him in that way, Yuki. I can only be intimate with you, my boyfriend. Don’t you feel jealous by saying that?” I pull my body from him. Standing up and staring at him. A bit irritated.

“Of course I am jealous. But, tomorrow is your birthday. I want you to have pleasure you haven’t had experienced before. We can have sex anytime but imagine having it with your specific idol too? Won’t you be on the cloud nine?” He stood up and came closer to me. As if he want to convince me, I see seriousness in his eyes instead of jealousy. My heart went racing right now. Did Yuki just give permission to me to have sex with Shohei? His best friend?

I take his hand and place it on my chest. “Do you feel it? I feel really nervous with your statement. What would Shohei think about it?” I am blushing so hard right now. Yuki started to grin and whisper to me. “I already told him and he agreed.” He hugs me. “Don’t be afraid. I am here with you.”

Is this the present that Yuki mentioned to me earlier? And Shohei agreed to do this already? Yuki is so unpredictable! How dare ��you! I felt dumbfounded now..

“If you say so,” I paused for a moment. “But I am shy.”

“Don’t be. You will take the lead and we are all yours.” he winked. “You dirty boy.” I added and punch him jokingly.

How should I act now that I know Shohei is here to have threesome with me and Yuki? I am totally embarrassed. I don’t know what to do. I get more surprised when Shohei walked towards the balcony with no shirt. W-wait… is this starting already? 🥵

“Shall we have fun now?” Shohei lends his right hand to me as if he wants to reach me. I tilt my head to Yuki and he nods. “Are you okay with this, Shohei?” ask me. I don’t want things go awkward after this if he doesn’t want to then I shall not start the fire.

“Anything for the birthday girl.” he smirks and reaches my hand without hesitation.

His footsteps are fast, just like Yuki’s, and I follow him. He makes me sit down on the sofa. This time he is facing me and holding my hands gently. I can see clearly his toned body. He is slightly bigger and chiseled than Yuki. His skin tone is warmer than Yuki. Wait.. I shouldn’t compare him to Yuki..

“Babe, don’t be shy.” I felt Yuki’s arms suddenly around my body. He hugged me from behind. I feel like he tries to encourage me to make the first move.

“Alright. We can play this game unless both of you follow my rules.” I bravely said. “One, you can do whatever you want with me tonight. Two, you can be rough but make it gentle. Last, you guys have way higher stamina than me and I might unable to keep up, so give me chance to breath. Ok?” saying that feels unreal and I feel like explaining to two school boys.

“Of course. I ain’t gonna hurt you.” Shohei replied me with smile. I can feel Yuki nods on the crook of my neck. “So, what do you like the most during sex?” Shohei’s hand started to trace my knees in circle. Oh god, I’m not your strongest soldier tonight. “I like dirty talk. What about you?”

“I like women on top of me.” he said with eyes staring into my soul. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE WHY IS HE SO BRAZEN. “Ugh.. okay.” was the only word that came out of my lips.

“Yuki, do you want to watch us first before you join?” Shohei asked him and I felt Yuki’s arms are no longer holding me and he pulled himself. “Yeah, you guys can warm up the game. I will follow.”

Right after he said that, Shohei took my body and lifted me without a warning. We have no space left between us. I can feel his hot breath on my face. God, why did I wear short dress in the first place, my legs hug his waist and my skin was revealed too much in this position. I feel his right hand on my ass, trying to keep me in this position. Hence, my hands are holding his shoulders tightly.

“Where are you taking me?” I gasped when he brings me closer to the kitchen. He put me down on the island, “Have you tried doing it in the kitchen with Yuki?” I nervously shake my head. He smirks and leans closer to my ear, “Let me show you how good it is without your boyfriend touch.” I AM DONE. He made sure Yuki doesn’t hear that as he lower down his voice. I shudder hearing his husky voice.

He started to kiss me passionately while his hands are grabbing my neck softly. I kissed him back and moved my hands on his chest, roaming his chiseled body. His body is built different. I can feel it. “Ahh” I react when his tongue tried to play with mine. He is getting deeper in my mouth and he tastes so sweet.

His hands are now exploring my body here and there. “Shohei” I called his name when he starts to caressing my covered breasts. “Do you want me to stop?” I shake my head. “Keep going.” I mumble in his kiss.

That sentence triggers him to undress me. He unclasp my bra and pull my dress together with it so easily. He throws them on the floor, leaving me naked with my panties. Why do I feel so shy? I try to cover my body with my arms only to make him say, “Don’t cover it. You are beautiful and I can’t wait to feel you.” his voice was so low but really calming me.

“It’s my first time getting naked with other man. I’m too shy to stare at you now..” then he chuckles lightly. “You’re so sexy.” Then he kissed my neck and traced down to my shoulder and boobs with his lips. Leaving some saliva traces on me and I’m getting shiver all over my body. After removing my hands, he licked and sucked my nipple so hard that I feel stimulated down there. I play with his hair while feeling so good with what he did to my body. “Ohh yes” I finally let that moan out. Did Yuki hear it too?

I turned my head back to see where’s Yuki at. He’s standing in the corner watching us. His face seems quite red and he smirks when our eyes met. I can’t comprehend whether he’s mad or enjoying the view.

Shohei’s fingers are now trying to pull down my panties while he nibbles my ear. The cold surface of the island gives a tingling sensation to my body. “Are you wet for me already, princess?” More dirty talks coming out of his little mouth. I felt his fingers in between my clothed pussy. I put my hand on his finger down there, trying to pause him. I didn’t realized I was that wet when I touch the fabric of my panties. “Be gentle.” I told him when our eyes met. He nodded and get down on his knees.

He pulled my panties, spread my legs and I saw his amused face when seeing my pussy. He blow some air before I feel his lips kissing me there. “Ohh sweet Jesus!” I scream when he gets to the right spot with his playful tongue. My body automatically jerks on his face. I feel the pleasure hits me.

His technique is different to Yuki’s, he keeps unfold and folding my vaginal lips and he shows how passionate he is by caressing my inner thighs while doing his magic. “Faster please..” I beg and I feel him smiles. He gets faster and I lay down on my back, feeling the cold surface, and biting my lips out of pleasure. “Uh-huh, I feel it coming.” I close my legs created more pressure from his mouth. He then caressed my clit real fast and I was sent to heaven.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him standing and lick his fingers. “It’s unfair how you’re still in your pants, Sho” I cry while punching his area in a teasing manner. It feels as if my order is his command.

He started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I’m lying if I act unsurprised with how huge his boner is. He reached my hand and pulled me until I sit on the edge. He removed his brief and then located my hand on his bulge. Seeing his puppy eyes, I rub it slowly while staring at him. He whimpered every time my hand reaches the tip. “Is it enough, Sho?” I innocently ask him on the pace. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I take it as a yes.

I think it’s time for me to take actions after what he done to me. I keep doing the handjob while I trail kisses on his upper body. “Faster” he said. Not long after, he hugged me and put his lips on my ear, “You are amazing”. I can feel his broad shoulders on mine and his heart beats quickly. This feels different to hugging Yuki.

“Hold me tight. I like it.” I whisper back to him while holding his strong biceps. “Do you like it when I touch you there?” he whispered back. I nod and see him smile. His little eyes are very attractive when he smiles. “Yuki, any ideas what position should we all try?” Shohei speaks up while still hugging me. I was smiling like crazy underneath his body when hearing that. He’s so blunt and careless. I heard Yuki laughs.

“Come here and bring me my girlfriend.” Yuki replied with his hand signaling us to follow him. All of us chuckles together. “Did you enjoy watching us?” I asked him but he doesn’t respond and walked away to the bedroom.

Shohei didn’t let go of me and he carries me bridal style towards the bedroom. “Your eyes are beautiful, Sho. Are they brown?” I asked him before we reach the bedroom. “Yeah. You like what you see from that angle?” he teases me with his fingers caressing my cheek and I can’t help but smile. He is such a warm and lovable person. This is the only time I can compliment and touch him without Yuki being mad.

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To be continued

#shohei ohtani #shohei ohtani imagines #shohei ohtani au #yuki ishikawa #yuki ishikawa imagines #yuki ishikawa au #fanfic #alternate universe #volleyball #baseball #mlb fandom #smut

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Hope

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: Hope has arrived at last...

A/N: This combines elements from episode 2 of Shadow and Bone (can you tell what I’m watching on Netflix rn 😂) and the book

The heels of your boots clicked off of the marble floors as you paced, wringing your hands together. Aleksander had been due back hours ago, but neither he or any of his Grisha had returned. There was trouble with the crossing read the missive you’d received. But we have found the Sun Summoner at last. I’ll finish up my business here and be home as soon as I can. All my love, -Sasha.

You might have believed it was simple travel delays; muddy roads or a lame horse, but then a scout arrived. “There was an attack,” she informed. “Drüskelle ambushed the coach.” She hadn’t said anything more, but ran to the hospital wing to prepare for any injuries or casualties. Which left you pacing in the foyer, worrying for your husband’s safety. It might have been hours or minutes before you heard the telltale hoofbeats approaching, and your heart stuttered.

It took a moment to make out the voices you heard over the blood roaring in your ears, but then you heard it, the most wonderful sound you could imagine. “Take her to the Vesda Suite.” The girl you assumed to be the Sun Summoner asked if she was a prisoner, but you were already striding toward your husband. “Aleksander!” you called, and his attention was immediately on you.

His face broke into a smile, and he opened his arms as you ran to him. “My love,” he said, folding you into his chest, resting his chin on your head. “I was so worried,” you said, letting the tears you’d been holding back fall. “I heard about the attack, and I thought…. I thought…” “Shhh, milaya, I am fine. Those damned witch hunters never stood a chance.” For a few moments, you stayed in his embrace, the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear soothing you.

“Is it true?” you asked when you lifted your head. “Is she real?” “She is,” Aleksander replied, unwinding his arms from around you only to drape one over your shoulders as you walked upstairs to your rooms. “She will be presented to the King tomorrow.” You nodded, resting your head against your husband’s shoulder. “So I get you all to myself until then?” Aleksander hummed his assent, and you smiled.

“Good. An entire evening to have my wicked way with you.” “As wonderful as that sounds, Y/N, I am far too exhausted to properly enjoy you.” You shrugged, opening the doors to your chambers. “That’s alright. Plan B will suffice then.” Aleksander smiled, watching as you fluttered into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the tap. “What does plan B entail, darling?” You emerged a moment later, a soft smile on your face.

“Me, drawing you a nice hot bath and helping you relax, before sharing dinner with you, just the two of us, and falling asleep in your arms.” Your husband sighed at the thought. “That sounds heavenly, my dear.” Aleksander peeled his kefta from his body, tossing it onto the floor to be washed, followed by the rest of his clothes. You couldn’t resist pulling him into another embrace, but you cringed away.

“Saints, you smell like horse.” Aleksander laughed, following you into the bathroom. “I missed you too, Y/N.” Your husband moaned softly as he sunk into the hot water, letting his head rest on the lip of the tub. You knelt at his side, pressing gentle kisses to his face, before washing his hair. Aleksander nearly fell asleep under your touch, but roused himself enough to bathe before he drowned.

There were 2 dinner trays waiting in the bedroom, and you and your husband ate in bed. Aleksander told you about the failed crossing, the miracle of the Sun Summoner, and the attack on the coach. “I was a mile or so back,” he said. “When I heard the commotion I got there as fast as I could. I should have had them take her on the hunting trails, she was too exposed.” “But there were no casualties,” you reminded, and he nodded. “No, no casualties.”

You passed the trays off to a servant and returned to bed, snuggling into Aleksander’s chest. “I couldn’t sleep when you were gone,” you said, and your husband smirked. “I never sleep well when you’re away.” “I know, darling, I’m sorry,” he said, sending a shadow to extinguish the lamps. “But I’m home now, and I’m not leaving again any time soon. I love you, my sweet Y/N.” You yawned, snuggling closer. “I love you too, Sasha.”

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The next morning, you dressed in your black kefta and walked with Aleksander to the Hall of the Golden Dome. You could hear the Grisha shouting from a mile away, and when you looked at your husband, he just rolled his eyes. “You’ll be walking with us…” “She’s a Summoner… she walks with us…” “...enter as a lower-order Grisha…” “The Darkling himself is a Summoner…” “So you’re ranking yourself with the Darkling now?” Aleksander sighed. “I should have anticipated this,” he said, and the two of you entered the hall.

“She’ll walk with us,” he said, and the Grisha fell silent. “We are expected.” As the Grisha arrayed themselves in formation, you approached the Sun Summoner. “Miss Starkov,” you said, extending a hand to her. “It is an honor to meet you. I am Y/N Kirigan, the General’s wife.” You wanted to make it clear that Aleksander was off limits and off the table. You knew the draw he had, and you couldn't blame both men and women for being attracted to him, but he was yours.

“Nice to meet you too,” she said, nervously shaking your hand. “It’s overwhelming, I know,” you said, doing your best to reassure her. “But soon, you’ll get used to it, and everything here will feel normal. Like second nature.” “I hope you’re right,” Alina said, and before you could say more, Aleksander was at your side, kissing your temple. “I see you’ve met Alina,” he said, and you nodded.

“Indeed I have. If there’s anything you need, Alina, please don’t hesitate to ask.” The Sun Summoner nodded, and your husband took your arm. “Ready?” he asked, and Alina nodded. You made the trek to the Grand Palace, and when Alina demonstrated her power, you were awestruck. Pride was rippling off Aleksander, and as soon as he could, he was back at your side. “At last,” he said, squeezing your hand. “We have hope.”

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

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2023 Rei's birthday talk

Rei: Kukuku, I got this many friends to celebrate my birthday. Oh how I wish I could tell my old self about this ♪

Location: Band Rehearsal Studio

Mini talk: A word on Birthday (1/3)

Rei: Koga, perform once more time. I am unexpectedly starting to enjoy it more ♪

Koga: Hey hey, how many times have you made me perform already? Your birthday party gotta starts really soon, is idle killing time like this really fine and all?

Well, I am also hyping up so not that I am complaining...

You are here.

Rei: Oh, it’s you, young lady. Perhaps the guitar’s melody has attracted you... ♪

Koga: Oh. Don’t just stand at the door like that, come here.

Happy birthday to you!

Rei: Umu. Thank you, young lady. I am soaking in your well-wishing words...

This morning when I woke up, my roommate Shiratori-kun also wished me that. I wonder if later I can get Tenshouin-kun's words as well ... ♪

Mini talk: A word on Birthday (2/3)

Rei: Fumu. ‘What are you and Koga doing’ ... you say?

We have a little bit of time, so I am doing a guitar session with Koga. Perhaps the young lady want to hear it too?

Koga: I just told him to let me rest for a little bit. Sakuma-senpai should also drink some water, right?

Actually...

Rei: Fumu. You had something to talk to me so you were looking for me?

After the birthday party, you want to spend time talking to me? Umu, then I will let the young lady decide our meeting time.

If it is about resting...

Rei: ‘If I can meet you after the party’, do you want to discuss something with me?

Fumu, I don’t have anything in particular so I can hit up with the young lady. Should we decide time and place right away?

Mini talk: A word on Birthday (3/3)

Koga: Alrighty. Then let’s do one more song session ♪ While we are at it, Producer should hear this too.

Rei: Umu. Thank you for playing along with me, Koga ♪

Koga: Well, today is Sakuma-senpai’s birthday anyway. It is not something too big or any~ Though, even I started to want to play more songs.

Then can you play a little bit more?

Rei: Umu, of course. For a short while, please immerse yourself in our music.

Also, should we play something as a surprise for Kaoru-kun’s birthday tomorrow? Let’s amaze Kaoru-kun ♪

Do a surprise.

Rei: Hoho... Then how about performing something for Kaoru-kun’s tomorrow birthday?

Koga: Hmm, ain’t that some good idea~ Alright, I will help you out ♪

Location: Break Room

On the Birthday’s night (1/6)

(Oh my, I have arrived earlier than expected. The young lady also hasn’t arrived yet...)

(For tomorrow, I should practice a little bit. I already borrowed the space from the office anyway.)

♪~♪~♪

... (Silently clapping your hands)

Umu ♪ Thank you for listening, young lady.

How was my performance? I want to hear your thoughts on it.

On the Birthday’s night (2/6)

Fumu, you apologize for making me wait? What are you saying, I just came earlier than our promised time.

Tomorrow’s surprise for Kaoru’s birthday, me and Koga will be the one who will perform it. Just having enough time to practice for that.

Today’s party was very enjoyable, but I’m also looking forward to tomorrow too ♪

A lot of people had come.

That’s right. I’m so glad that a lot of people came and handed me their presents.

Even Ritsu came. I am overjoyed, he even gave me a happy birthday hug too ♪

On the Birthday’s night (3/6)

Today is also Sena-kun’s birthday. It must be hard for you to prepare for two people’s party.

Today is about to end. Young lady should take a good rest.

It’s good to try your hardest, but sometimes you should let your heart and body rest. If you aren’t careful enough, you might end up becoming an old man right away ♪

Um…

Oh my, it’s just meant to be a joke, have I perhaps confused you?

Anyhow, I mean my best when I said you should rest whenever you can rest. Let’s see, how about letting me treat you something from the vending machine ♪

On the Birthday’s night (4/6)

Fumu. When you say you have something you want to do with me, it is to give me my present you say?

Then while we are here, do you mind if I open it right here?

Hohou, what a beautiful brooch. The light of it is sparkling, like the stars have been entrapped inside itself… ♪

If you are happy with it, I am overjoyed.

Umu, I love it ♪ I can see the thoughts you put in while preparing this present of mine, about your feelings toward me.

I want to return something for the young lady right away, but what to return?

On the Birthday’s night (5/6)

Ah right, I will now play a song specially for the young lady right here.

Whatever song you like, you can request any. “UNDEAD”’s song is fine, or any trending song on the ranking is fine.

Now, young lady, what do you want to hear?

If you say so…

Fufu, you chose an “UNDEAD”’s song. I am very happy… ♪

Then, only for you, this concert is about to raise its curtain. Please listen…

On the Birthday’s night (6/6)

♪~♪~♪

… Umu. And the end. Thank you for your listening, Young lady.

And look at the time, let’s call it a night. When you go home, please take a good rest.

My pleasure to work with you tomorrow too

Umu. Of course. Tomorrow is Kaoru-kun’s birthday after all.

Koga and Adonis-kun, and a lot of people will come too, we will celebrate with Kaoru-kun ♪

Phone call

Rei: Hello, Young Lady, Have you gone to bed yet? I want to say thank you for celebrating my birthday today. Fufu, I am also very honored to receive a present from you. I will cherish it for sure... ♪

Office

Screenshots by neneansta.

Aira: I present to you, a piece of the treasure I own!

Rei: Isn’t this Ritsu’s merch? My gratitude.

#translation #rei sakuma #dorm translation

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saltygilmores · 1 year

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 6 ("Presenting Lorelai Gilmore") Part 2

Between the presence of Christopher, Dean, and Richard (who is being an asshole), it's already a Three Ring Jerk Du Soleil.

Portrait of the TWWGG author trying to get through a Dean/Christopher Nightmare

Despite all the D.A.R.E. program education she received at Stars Hollow Junior High, nothing could have prepared Rory Gilmore for the day she would be offered a Midori Sour in a flask at a debuntate ball.

Pictured: A Midori Sour.

I guess we can excuse this one because she's plastered and knows not what she speaks. Now it's Richard's turn to jump into the Three Ring Jerk Du Soliel. He acts like a pompous asshole and starts a loud argument with Emily. What is so pressing that Richard cannot contain his anger for another a few hours and has to make a scene at his grandaughter's party?

Oh, it turns out he's making a total scene in public and raising his voice at his wife because he's cranky about some business related bullshit.

Isn't there any intermission in this Three Ring Jerk Du Soleil? I want a break, to get up, stretch my legs, visit the concession stand, get some nachos, maybe stop by the souvenir stand too, and I'll get one of those giant foam fingers. Richard's explaination to Emily about his role at his company/their argument goes on FOREVER ("FOREVER" in the context in this show is about 2 minutes, by my standards), while Lorelai is standing there watching, and it's not interesting or relevant and I'm shooting past it. This is like all of those horrible season 4 episodes where AmyShermanPalladino actualy thought anyone, especially her young female target demographic, would ever give a flying cupcake about Richard and Jason's business baloney storylines. It feels uncharacteristic to me that he would act like this at his grandaughter's ball. I usually love Richard and his relationship with Rory but this episode is a swing and a miss.

Rory's view as she descends the staircase. This feels like the scene in Titanic where Jack meets Rose at the bottom of the stairs, except instead of Jack Dawson, it's just Butthead. Now Emily is in a bad mood (?!?!) so she tells Lorelai that she is a constant disappointment to her. Me: Lorelai, I fear one day you're going to kill your mother and end up the subject of a true crime podcast. Lorelai: Um, you're talking about those "podcast" things again... Me: Nevermind. Rory is blissfully unaware that any of this happening. Rory, Crusty, Butthead and Lorelai leaving the ball: Rory: Thanks for going with me. Butthead: Tomorrow, you start paying. Better start warming up those hands, Rory. #HandjobsForTheHollow Crusty: I have to get going. I have work in the morning. Rory: You don't even have time to get some fries? Rory Gilmore my sweet summer child thinking your father could actually spare 15 minutes of his miserable life to eat a burger with you. And now in another round of our favorite game, Bargaining with Buttheads: "I'll get up early and have coffee with you tomorrow instead." FINE. Lorelai To Crusty: "I just want to say how happy I am that you came through for Rory tonight. I'm giving you credit. Big credit. Major credit." Warm up those hands, Lorelai. #HandjobsForTheHollow #BlowjobsForTheHollow Lorelai explains to Christopher that Boston is not that far from The Hollow and would he pretty please stop by once and a while? Maybe to see his daughter?

Me:I don't like this! Social distancing, people! Lorelai: What's social distancing? Me: Nevermind.

NOOOOO!! THE HORRORS!! Lorelai, In A Sultry Voice: I heard the I-84 can get jammed on the weekends. Maybe you should stay over and avoid the traffic. The I-84 is her vagina and the traffic is his penis?

THERE IS A GOD.

#JusticeForSherrie Justice for all the women on this show with terrible tastes in men, may they one day find redemption. Crusty: Lor, you and I are both connected. I'm not sure what overly-repeated nickname is more vomit inducing, "Lor" or "Ace". I'm gonna say Ace by just a smidge. Thankfully I have no intention of going past season 4 ever again and having to put up with Hunts Burger. Sticking a minute long segment Jess at the end of an episode is a stroke of genius. It's like a palette cleanser. He washes away all the bad tastes in my mouth. Look at him. LOOK AT HIM.

This must be the same euphoria that Rory is currently feeling after ditching Beavis and Butthead and her stuffy dress and digging into a burger at her comfortable home town diner. SWEET RELIEF.

LOOK AT THE BABY. LOOK AT HIM!

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #Crusty #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #Gilmore Girls Season 2 #Presenting Lorelai Gilmore #Richard Gilmore #Jess Mariano

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onwriting-hrarby · 7 months

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my fics' favourite dynamics

today i was thinking about the dynamics in my fics, and i've decided to do a top 3 of them with some passages to illustrate 'em! right now, i have 9 fanfiction, mostly about attack on titan. these are the best dynamics i've written (or the ones i like the most). feel free to keep on with the chain!

do you have a favourite dynamic of one of my fics? if so, let me know!

number 3: jean and eren who are there for each other no matter what in "rotten judgement" - aka the "we're equally broken but at least we're together" pair

"When he arrives home, Eren is already waiting for him. Jean’s late, the preparations for the strike tomorrow have gone longer than expected. Eren hasa made plans to watch Home Alone, arguing they haven’t seen it that Christmas, so he has cooked some popcorn and made some tea. Jean thanks him and and they slouch against the sofa, a blanket over both of them. For some days, Eren seems calmer, but Jean knows that his silence is only a ticking time bomb."

number 2: the mentor-student chemistry between dancer levi and dancer mikasa in "i did not live until today" - aka the "why am i not good enough" pair

"I knew Levi loved Mikasa back then. What this love was, I am still not sure—but Mikasa was important for Levi, far more than any of us. Maybe it was love as if they were family. Maybe Mikasa woke something inside him, far deeper than any of the others reached [...] this caring, selfless, adoring Levi was now in our room, wanting to take care of her. I felt a pang of jealousy, asking myself who would care for me if I was in Mikasa’s situation. But then, I told myself that it was intrinsically different."

number 1: the chemistry between eren and mikasa in "instead they said" - aka the "it's never a good time" pair

“Mikasa, I understand.” Her eyes looked at him again. She put her hands on the couch, in front of him, palms on the raspy texture. Eren watched her hands and figured it was all right if he just put the hands over hers. So he did, and they touched, and their touch rendered them speechless and breathless, and so relieved to have found one another, and so questioning about their lives. “And yet”, Eren said, “this is the first time that I don’t live in the present. I normally think we should always give our best, with the people that are in the present, not far away in another country, or the future”, he looked up at her, and his green eyes roamed in her earlobes, in her calm and hesitant demeanor, yet strong presence, her long legs crossed. “But not this time.”

“I think living in the present requires to be honest with yourself. And I don’t think a lot of people is brave enough to do so.” Mikasa said, calmly. She looked at his eyes. “I don’t think we are brave enough to do it.”

And again, there was a truth hanging over them, like the tempest pouring down outside: That Eren Jaeger had transcended every Mikasa —the new, the old, the ones to come.

honorable mentions to jean and eren's chemistry in "i did not live until today", too, and eren and historia's friendship in "instead, they said"! also levi and mikasa's companionship in "a dreadful night"!

#fanfiction #attack on titan #chemistry #characters #eren #mikasa #jean #levi

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cum-villain · 9 months

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At The Top Of My Lungs, No Sound Comes Out

(This fic is published on ao3 under the same title, on my ao3 as "just_a_dogboi". This work is incomplete with 6 chapters, but as ao3 is currently down, I am putting the first chapter here!)

Fic summary: Shen Jiu is targeted by a malicious being, attacking him through dreams and mysteriously draining his blood, leaving cryptic messages for him. Will he be able to clear away what's assaulting him before it kills him--or worse, replaces him?

(Has a good ending for him.)

Xiao-Jiu was 14, and he was alone.

Not in the physical sense, as Qiu Jianluo beating the hell out of him certainly counted as another person being present. But if he swallowed his pride and cried for help, if he cried at all, nobody would help him, or comfort him, no one would drive his master away or heal his wounds. In the only way that really counted to a slave boy, he was alone.

Crying would be useless, so he did not. Showing his pain, or his anger, would only result in further torment, so he kept his face clear of all emotion. He was like a peerless immortal, unmoved by earthly matters. Hah, as if a slave like him would ever be one! Despite his obvious talent, he’d only escape here dead or as a criminal. And honestly, while he wasn’t afraid of dirtying his hands to escape, these days, the first option was becoming more and more appealing.

After what seemed like forever, it was over.

“Do you know what you did?”

“This humble one was wrong to speak in such a way to his master. This humble one will never do such a thing again.” Did he feel the cold vacuum of dread, of hopelessness? Was it the fiery brightness of anger in his chest? Probably both.

“Kowtow!”

With his bruised and battered body, Xiao-Jiu kneeled.

While his head was down, he heard the thud, the sickening sound that accompanied it. His hands, his hands–

Ah, not again.

It had been a few months since Shen Qingqiu had had a flareup of nightmares. Honestly, he should have expected that it would happen soon, with his non-existent luck. Still, they usually weren’t that vivid, even if he did always wake up in a cold sweat… Eh, probably the heavens compensating for his few months of peace. Even Mu Qingfang’s supposedly infallible anti-nightmare potions can’t work forever. Not that he’ll complain to the man about it, given that he was never given permission to take them in the first place.

(Of course, it’s reasonable to guess that he knows. Shen Qingqiu’s qi deviations decreased at the same time his stores started regularly depleting. His spy network tells him that Mu Qingfang starts making a new batch in time for it to be ready the day Shen Qingqiu steals it, and Mu Qingfang has been making more remarks about how Shen Qingqiu should trust his shidi with any medical problems, as he is the Peak Lord in charge of dealing with such things. Of course, Shen Qingqiu has been very politely telling him to fuck off, but that’s how it always goes.)

Shen Qingqiu is going to assume that the nightmare only happened because Yue Qingyuan annoyed him to the point he forgot to take the potion 2 hours before falling asleep, and instead only took it just before. There is a reason he has a strict rule against intrusions in his home! Well, there’s multiple, but Yue Qingyuan has to be at least three, one way or another. Sadly, being sect leader, he can ignore Shen Qingqiu’s rules. Asshole.

Well, Shen Qingqiu isn’t going to let that affect his day. There’s a peak lord meeting tomorrow, unfortunately, and he needs to start preparations the day before. Problems that An Ding Peak is too inefficient to deal with at the pace they’re worth, Bai Zhan peak causing problems, clearing his time for a mission, because Yue Qingyuan has been wasting too much of it recently, and if he does not get away soon he actually will attack his sect leader with more than words.

After he readies himself for the day, he calls over Ming Fan, and the brat nearly pulls his own weight. Of course, Shen Qingqiu had to correct his head disciple enough times he nearly ended up with a headache, but children were annoying in general, that was nothing new. By the end of the day, the preparations are dealt with, his assistant teachers have informed him of what he needs to know about his students’ progress so he can add the good parts to his report, and Yue Qingyuan actually didn’t manage to make it to his bamboo hut. He should employ Ning Yingying to keep their sect leader away more often, she’s unintentionally good at it.

And, he took the potion on time this time! Fuck you, Yue Qingyuan! This master will actually have a good night’s sleep without your meddling!

Xiao-Jiu was alone, but she didn’t know that.

“Xiao-Jiu, do you like my new hair ribbons?”

“They’re lovely on you, Young Mistress.”

Qiu Haitang pouted, but it was marred by her giggling. “I told you not to call me that when it’s just us! A-Luo isn’t around to nag you for it, you don’t need to be so formal!”

“Yes, Youn- …A-Tang.”

This time her giggles were completely unaffected. She was always delighted when Xiao-Jiu showed how ‘close’ they were, and Xiao-Jiu had no choice but to do as she asked. He wouldn’t dare upset his master’s meimei, after all.

“I thought Xiao-Jiu would like them! A-Hua said I would look silly, but I knew you would be right!”

How bold of A-Hua! Xiao-Jiu wouldn’t dare say it, even though she was right; Qiu Haitang really did look like a silly, naive little girl, giggling in silly ribbons. An older heart, cracked after too much time in fire, would hate her for the fact she truly was naive. But maybe he would miss that naivety, that innocence that was burned by the same flames.

But this younger heart, unscorched, had no such burning fury.

“Don’t listen, A-Tang is lovely in any hair ribbons.” Because she was the only person who was kind to him, she was the only one who didn’t knowingly abandon him, and he couldn’t help but feel somewhat fond of her. She was trapped too. She just didn’t know this place was a cage.

Qiu Haitang cooed. “Xiao-Jiu is always so sweet to this A-Tang!” She walked closer, looking bashful suddenly. “Does Xiao-Jiu…”

Dread. “What does A-Tang ask?”

Blushing. “D-Does Xiao-Jiu love this A-Tang?”

No! No, he doesn’t! Can he say no, despite how Qiu Jianluo would hate him for breaking her heart? Can he say yes, despite how Qiu Jianluo would hate him for his presumption? He doesn’t know what to say. He needs to say something. He can’t anger her, what should he say?

“Xiao-Jiu is so quiet… does that mean he loves this A-Tang too?”

Fuck! Fuck!

Ok, he was getting kissed by her now, that’s not too bad, it’s just a light touch, it’s nothing like with her brother–

“Xiao-Jiu! You dare take liberties with Tang-er?”

No! No!

“A-Luo!”

Maybe he should formally complain to Mu Qingfang. Not in person, nothing that would attach his name to anything. An anonymous letter explaining that, after regular usage, the potion would stop eliminating nightmares, and begin to induce more vivid ones. This anonymous person is in no way someone you know, do not say anything about it to Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu! Also, fuck you, fix the problem!

Or, he could fight against Qian Cao Peak’s monthly request for more funds. Fix your damn product before begging! Mu Qingfang knew he was taking them, he could probably connect the dots! Would eliminate the chance of someone recognizing his or Ning Yingying’s calligraphy. He probably shouldn’t only use her to write letters he doesn’t want people to know came from him, it’s becoming too distinctive, meaning that there’s every chance that they’ll all be traced back to him regardless. Still, he can’t think of another person here he can trust.

Or maybe he’s only looking at silly ribbons and naivety.

The Peak Lord meeting goes as expected. Or, it has the expected outcome given things that he did not expect. Liu Qingge actually shows up for once, and his complete lack of knowledge on what was happening in his sect would be amusing if it wasn’t deeply infuriating. It’s none of your business if he’s recently acquired treatment from Qian Cao Peak that was ineffective, go fuck off into the wilderness again! What happened to respect of your superiors, huh, shidi?

Probably hoping to avoid Liu Qingge trashing his peak during a brawl with Shen Qingqiu, Yue Qingyuan defuses the argument by saying that ‘Shen-shidi does raise a reasonable concern, you shouldn’t fight him over it, please don’t destroy my hall’. He didn’t actually say anything close to that part last, but it was obvious he was thinking it. After all, Shen Qingqiu knew that his concern wasn’t actually reasonable at all, he just wanted to start shit with Mu Qingfang! Liu Qingge, if your disciples can’t be healed after your next beatdown, it’s your fault!

He begins to question if Yue Qingyuan is feeling well when he agrees to instead give the budget increase to Shen Qingqiu. He wasn’t seriously asking for it, he was just trying to come up with an excuse for not wanting Qian Cao Peak to get the budget increase! This master gets enough needless shit from you, Yue Qingyuan! You’re just making this master’s reputation worse!

Unwanted budget increase from Yue Qingyuan, and unwanted scorn from his fellow peak lords secured, Shen Qingqiu skipped his work on Qing Jing Peak and went right to going down the mountain to the Warm Red Pavillion. He deserved a good night’s sleep after that godawful meeting. Not that meetings were ever pleasant, but what had even happened there? And he didn’t take a single anti-nightmare potion, because fuck you Mu Qingfang! The women here were far more comforting than that stupid potion, anyways!

Xiao-Jiu just wanted to be left alone.

He hated when Qiu Jianluo was in a mood to yell at him, to criticize him, to mock him. But it was just words, they didn’t mean anything. He said plenty of words he didn’t mean to Qiu Haitang, there was nothing to prove he was less than a thing. That was honestly one of the easiest moods to deal with, because when it was over, it was over. No pain, other than maybe ringing in his ears. He could just get on with his existence.

His moods when he wanted to beat Xiao-Jiu were bad, too. Sometimes he’d only beat him a little bit, and the bruises weren’t too hard to hide. Sometimes he’d break a rib, or choke him, and he’d have more trouble keeping that from Qiu Haitang. After all, one of the rules is that if Qiu Jianluo’s precious meimei ever learned what he was like, Xiao-Jiu would probably be killed. Actually, Xiao-Jiu isn’t sure what would happen, but given what his life is already like, that’s all he could think would abate Qiu Jianluo’s fury. It might not even be on purpose, he might just get so angry he’d beat Xiao-Jiu to death by accident.

But his worst moods were when he was ‘kind’ to Xiao-Jiu.

How kind of Master to teach his poor slave how to read! How kind of Master to teach his poor slave how to write some characters! How kind of Master to love his slave, to take him into his arms and fuck the life out of him! How kind of Master to give Xiao-Jiu the worst kind of pain, the kind that can’t be explained.

It’s one thing to say his stomach hurts, that his arms are bruised, because he crashed into something. It’s harder to explain why he can’t walk, why he’s not eating the snacks Qiu Haitang snuck for him, why his jaw broke once.

“Xiao-Jiu~”

The voice so close to his ear, the hot breath on his neck, causing physical pain due to contrasting with the deep cold down his spine. He can never leave this.

“A-Jiu, did you have a nightmare?”

Ah, it was… one of the ladies of the Warm Red Pavillion. Not… not him.

“...I hope I did not cause meimei trouble.” He recognized the voice now. A-Yan.

A-Yan comfortingly stroked his hair. “Not at all, poor A-Jiu…”

“...Do not pity me.”

“Ah, A-Jiu, can’t you tell by now we meimei don’t pity you, we’re concerned for you?”

He doesn’t have an answer for that. He doesn’t have an answer for how he somehow had a nightmare while he was here. That didn’t happen anymore, so he thought… Damn ineffective potions! Is he going to get every nightmare he would have gotten in the last few months now?

There’s no point in wasting energy over such things, he has work to do. Drowning himself in work he could just pass onto Ming Fan, the last nightmare begins to lose its grip on him. Huh, maybe that was why Mu Qingfang was a workaholic. He must lose plenty of patients, yet when that happened he just took over more work from his disciples. Or so his spy network told him, and generally such information was reliable.

He really didn’t feel bad about taking the budget increase. If Yue Qingyuan wanted to waste sect money, that was his decision.

He hates how emotional he gets when he’s sleep deprived.

Back to work he goes! He may not actually care about anyone in this shitty sect, except Ning Yingying, but it’s his shitty sect! With plenty of shitty work to do! If any of his shitty disciples bother him now, he’ll definitely make them regret it!

Miracle of miracles, he doesn’t get bothered. Possibly, Ming Fan took one look at him and decided that he had less tolerance for bullshit than usual. He’d be right in that assumption. Whatever the reason, he manages to get work done, and not even one of his guest cultivators came to him with problems.

To another nightmare he goes!

XIao-Jiu is alone when he falls asleep. Actually, he knows he isn’t Xiao-Jiu right now, but one look at his dream self tells him who he must be.

Well, unlike in the other nightmares he’s had, he knows he’s asleep. He presumes that this is yet another nightmare regarding Qiu Manor, which really is tiring. He’s had plenty of traumatic experiences, can he switch to a different one?

The answer is Qiu Jianluo’s laughter behind him.

He turns around, then wonders how he did that. It wasn’t as though he moved in the dream, he moved because he wanted to. In other words, he wasn’t an unwilling audience for his own shitty life, this was his mind’s own imaginings. How fun.

“Xiao-Jiu, you’re finally awake.”

Which mood is this? It’s hard to tell. Is Qiu Jianluo so cruel he’s happy? So happy he’s cruel? Well, if Shen Qingqiu is in a dream, he can do what he wants. He can ‘reveal’ his cultivation talent of his youth. He should still have it, right? His stance changes from a frightened one to a fighting stance. Qiu Jianluo only laughs.

“Do you really dare to act in such a way to your master? How impudent!”

Ah. So it’s ‘so angry he’s mad’. Fuck, Shen Qingqiu hated when his master was that mood.

Qiu Jianluo lunges at him. Shen Qingqiu moves to strike, but Qiu Jianluo effortlessly blocks it. He pins Shen Qingqiu to the ground, oh no, not that, oh thank god he only moved to pull out a knife. A knife?

“Remember, that every part of you is mine to possess.”

Fuck, his upper arm hurts. Wait, he shouldn’t hurt in a dream! Wake up now, please!

He doesn’t wake up.

The blood oozes out of the wound, a familiar colour. Qiu Jianluo laughs as he bleeds.

How strangely unsettling. He hasn’t had a dream like that before. The few times he knows he’s dreaming, he can wake up again when he wants. He definitely never feels pain in those dreams. He still feels the phantom pain of being cut, actually.

When he’s prepared himself to face his peak of incompetent annoyances, he steps out of his bamboo hut to find a disciple he hasn’t bothered to learn the name of nearby.

“Shizun!”

“Shouldn’t you be training?”

“Begging this disciple’s forgiveness! This disciple has found vandalism written in-”

“Report such trivialities to your teachers.” It’s too early in the morning for this.

“But, Shizun, it’s written in blood!”

Written in blood? Hmm, worth taking a look.

#braincell posting #svsss #shen jiu #svsss fic #svsss fanfic

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spectrahr23 · 6 months

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“Leakage in Talent Pool”

Tech Innovations Inc. is a well-established technology firm specializing in cutting-edge software solutions for various industries. Founded over two decades ago, the company has built a strong reputation for innovation, quality, and client satisfaction. It has a diverse workforce of over 1,000 employees, including software developers, data analysts, and engineers.

In recent years, Tech Innovations Inc. has been facing a complex challenge of talent attrition. Despite being a market leader and offering a competitive work environment, highly skilled professionals are increasingly leaving the company for what they perceive as better opportunities. This trend is causing disruptions in project timelines, affecting product quality, and impacting client relations.

The causes of attrition at Tech Innovations Inc. are multifaceted and include:

• Intense competition from tech giants who are offering lucrative compensation packages.

• Limited opportunities for career advancement within the organization.

• A perception among employees that they are not being adequately recognized for their contributions.

• An increasing desire among some staff to pursue entrepreneurial ventures or freelance opportunities.

• In light of these challenges, it is imperative to address this issue comprehensively and strategically to retain top talent and maintain the company's position as a leader in the tech industry.

Task:

As the Chief Human Resources Officer (CHRO) at Tech Innovations Inc., your task is to lead efforts to address the issue of talent attrition within the company. Develop a comprehensive strategy to create a work environment that discourages employee turnover and encourages tech professionals to stay, grow, and continue contributing to the company's success.

Deliverables:

I. A PPT of not more than 11 slides

II. A word document of not less than 11 pages.

The deliverables must contain the following:-

1. Talent Retention Task Force - Team TechSustain: Form the "Team TechSustain Talent Retention Task Force" within the organization. Create an organizational chart detailing the hierarchy and responsibilities of the task force members.

2. Attrition Analysis Report: Conduct a thorough and data-driven analysis to identify the root causes of talent attrition at Tech Innovations Inc. The report should include statistical data, employee surveys, in-depth interviews, and expert opinions. Recommendations for improvement should be provided.

3. Strategic Talent Retention Proposal: Develop a holistic strategic proposal for retaining talent within the organization, addressing both immediate and long-term solutions. This proposal should be based on the attrition analysis and include cost estimates, detailed implementation timelines, and expected outcomes.

4. Executive Presentation: Prepare a high-level executive presentation that succinctly summarizes the key findings from the attrition analysis, outlines the proposed retention strategies, and provides insight into the strategic implementation plan. This presentation should be tailored for the company's executive leadership and key stakeholders.

5. Risk Assessment and Mitigation Plan: Identify potential obstacles and challenges in implementing the proposed solutions, and provide a well-considered risk mitigation plan to ensure the success of the talent retention strategy at Tech Innovations Inc.

Deadline: 4:30 AM Tomorrow (19th October)

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Hello! I absolutely loved reading all of the Sherlock Holmes adventures as a child, and I decided that I might like to add to the universe in my own (albeit insignificant) way! This is a super niche fanfic that only really makes sense if you've read it, and I tried to be as close to the original style as possible. The story takes place during The Holmes of the Baskervilles when Holmes disappears onto the moors to investigate closely without being bound by the societal burdens that staying with Henry Baskerville would carry. The story takes place in the form of diary entries, and well....I hope you enjoy it!!! 💕

The Holmes of the Baskervilles

Introduction: "It has recently come to my attention that in Mr. Sherlock Holmes’ most recent case, that chronicled in my narrative, The Hound of the Baskervilles, the reader has been most unfortunately deprived of a vast portion of the proceedings through the timely disappearance of Mr. Holmes onto the moor. Fortunately, Mr. Holmes himself has agreed to provide his diary entries for the missing interval. Despite his absent-minded nature and the abysmal conditions of the moor, together, we have managed to recover the following passages, which may serve to satisfy the curiosity of the readers and solve what has become a mystery in its own right; that of the Holmes of the Baskervilles." -Watson

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 2.

"If matters came to a crisis I should endeavour to be present in person; but you can understand that, with my extensive consulting practice and with the constant appeals which reach me from many quarters, it is impossible for me to be absent from London for an indefinite time. At the present instant one of the most revered names in England is being besmirched by a blackmailer, and only I can stop a disastrous scandal. You will see how impossible it is for me to go to Dartmoor.” For some time prior, I had been aware that Sir Henry would wish to return to the home of his noble ancestry. It is seldom that a young nobleman returned from the excitement of the colonies does not wish to settle into his ancestral comforts. After our encounter with the bearded man, it was quite apparent that our adversary would be an exceedingly sharp one, and it was of the utmost importance that he should not think me too keen on the chase. I am afraid that Watson’s affectionate accounts of my cases had rather popularized my abilities, and it was impossible for me to accompany Sir Henry myself. Fortunately, the public does not quite give Watson the credit he deserves, and as such, I am provided with the perfect accomplice to send to Dartmoor in my stead.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 4.

The incidence of the boot had been a vital one, as it had revealed to me that we were dealing with an earthly hound, rather than a spectral one. It is also important to note that I prepare for Dartmoor with another instructive revelation; the slight whiff of perfume detectable on the warning letter to Sir Henry indicates the presence of a lady in the matter. It seems the Stapletons may perhaps be worthy of further investigation.

I again visited the district messenger offices this afternoon to inquire after the availability of the ever-faithful Cartwright. He would have made a worthy addition to the Baker Street gang, but his use lied in his current occupation, “I will be wanting an assistant in Coombe Tracey tomorrow morning, and I think you will do nicely.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Noon at Paddington station tomorrow then,” I flipped him a shilling and left for my next destination, I would be needing more appropriate attire for my excursion.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 5.

I will remark that our bearded man is quite more keen than I had imagined. The mishap with the boot had given me the impression that we were dealing with an amateur, but his subsequent recovery, and his artful deception in giving my name to the cabman, left little doubt that our man was not quite so inexperienced as I had first imagined.

I saw Watson and Sir Henry off at Paddington before stepping out into the foggy London morning. Before my eyes could adjust to the harsh light of the morning sun, Cartwright appeared before me, a pale, ghostly apparition in the haze. I glanced at my pocketwatch, “a minute late are we?”

“Sorry, sir,” his obedience was commendable, and I thought certain occupants of Scotland Yard might take a lesson or two from the lad.

“No matter, we’ll leave for Coombe Tracey by the one o’clock train. You haven’t told anyone of your whereabouts I hope?”

“No, sir.”

“Very good.”

We arrived in Coombe Tracey, a dull town barely surviving on the patronage of random passers-by and the benevolence of the Baskerville estate. I secured lodging and left Cartwright to his own devices. Every town has its little corners occupied by any number of ruffians, and it is most suitable to leave young boys to find their own companions rather than have them cooped up in a room. Besides, young boys are useful in their unique ability to find their way into places their seniors can not, and it is best to let them fend for themselves.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 6.

I ventured that day into Dartmoor, finding the fog of the night cleared away and the sun shining brightly. It was in such favorable conditions that I made my first impressions of the moor, and of Baskerville Hall. The manor was a commonly English looking one, save for the dark, ominous atmosphere that surrounded it, trouble was brewing in the moor, and it did not bode well for our young heir. I walked briskly along the path, past various boulders, seeking a suitable spot for an overnight encampment. I spotted the familiar, roundish figure of my companion and with him, a slender man with a net cast awkwardly over his shoulder. The odd pair was meandering towards a dreary looking abode which I recognized as Merripit House. I stooped behind a cluster of rock and listened, “I had a school, it was in the north country,” his next thought did not make it through the harsh winds, but a moment later I managed to catch him saying something quite remarkable, “much of my capital was irretrievably swallowed.” Already I had been quite suspicious of these Stapletons and here was further proof. A massive fortune, a final heir, and this Stapleton character in need of funds. Still, it is vital to not be drawn too keenly into one theory or another. It remains necessary to observe as much as I can, and for that, it is necessary to become acquainted with the moor and its occupants. I will have to become one with the moor.

Upon further examination, I was able to locate the Grimpen Mire, Dr. Mortimer’s humble property, and the abode of a certain Mr. Frankland, who had a curious telescope perched upon his roof. None of this was particularly new to me, as I had already visited Devonshire “in spirit”, as Watson liked to put it. I did, rather fortunately, chance upon a suitable shelter in the form of a cluster of small, cylindrical huts. They looked to be some sort of prehistoric shelter, but unlike my admirable friend Watson, I have little interest in the doings of a people long gone. Here I would camp, and here I would uncover the mystery of the Hound of the Baskervilles.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 9.

Watson’s dutiful reports have not thus failed me, and though it has been a while since the last, I have been busy with the influx of information I received in that. My post is being forwarded from Baker Street to my lodgings in Coombe Tracey, so there is little delay in my receiving my dear friend’s communications.

I have ascertained that Mr. Stapleton was indeed a schoolmaster in the north, and perhaps more importantly, that Miss Stapleton is not quite a Miss, but rather a Missus, the wife of Mr. Stapleton. Of further importance is the fact that the “Stapletons” are not even that; my inquiries suggest that Roger Baskerville, the brother of Sir Charles, did in fact have a child in Latin America, and it is this same child (bearing his father’s name) who returned home under the pseudonym Jack Vandeleur, eventually adopting another alias: Stapleton. Every second, I feel my grip tightening around the pair, but alas, I have no proof of their cunning little scheme.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 10.

In spending last night on the moor, I observed a most noteworthy occurrence, although I am inclined to think that it is not related to our case. I was in the stone hut which was serving as my temporary residence, and observed a light appear in an upper window of Baskerville Hall. It flickered and moved, and on shifting my view from the Hall to the moor, I glimpsed a light mimicking the movements of its brother in the window. I stole out in the direction of the light, closing down the distance as quickly as possible. I glanced back towards the manor and watched as the lantern left the window and made its meandering way across the moor. Evidently, we had the same destination, but I managed to arrive first. Diving behind a stunted tree, I watched as the lantern came closer and closer, revealing its bearer. A tall, slender man, aged, but still handsome with his carefully trimmed beard, appeared from within the mists, it could only be Barrymore, the butler. He carefully approached an insignificant looking stone ledge carved into the hill facing the Hall, and knelt before it, speaking to whatever sinister character hid within. I could not make out the mumbled whispers through the heavy pattering of the rain, but I watched as Barrymore pulled from within his cloak a large bundle, and passed it over the ledge. I had been receiving similar bundles from Cartwright, containing Watson’s forwarded correspondences and some supplies, and surmised that the bundle was of a similar nature to my own.

I was aware of only one other person, besides myself, desperate enough to brave the elements of the Devonshire nights; the convict, Selden, who had recently escaped custody and was last seen near Coombe Tracey. It was odd enough that Barrymore was aiding an escaped murderer, and worthy of further investigation, but unfortunately I could not abandon my post on the moor to inquire as to the meaning of this incriminating behavior, as the Stapletons continue to present themselves the likelier suspects. Besides, Selden and his actions are hardly of interest to me, that is a matter for the good folk at Scotland Yard.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 14.

It has been quite a while since Watson’s last report, and even for all my inquiries, I have had very little new intelligence. I continue to closely watch Devonshire’s residents, as often as possible, but little happens in the banal towns of the English countryside. I have found though, in my experience, that it is these lulls of rural apathy which are often the most dangerous. I am inclined to think that people cannot bear boredom, and that when they are over-exposed to it, they seek stimulation, devolving either into the use of substances, or cleverly thought out crime. Very often, it is the dullest days that explode suddenly into the most violent ones.

In other news, I have finally received another letter from Watson. He reports that the young baronet has taken a liking to Miss Stapleton, and has begun journeying to Merripit House almost daily. It is obvious, to say the least, that a young man recently come upon a vast fortune, seemingly possessing all the advantages of a comfortable life, would seek one last crowning achievement, a wife, and hence, would fall victim to the seductions of a young woman as attractive as Miss Stapleton. I had suspected it, but Mr. Stapleton’s designs in turning a wife into a sister are becoming ever more apparent.

A criminal is often loath to abandon a tried-and-true method, especially one that has worked so perfectly, and it is exceedingly common for this persistence to go awry, ending in the inevitable capture of the suspect. Though he has displayed his wits quite cleverly to this point, I suspect that Mr. Stapleton’s plan is not an entirely new one. One must applaud the genius of the whole thing; a Baskerville cannot be attacked within the safety of his own home, and yet, the whole thing must be made to seem like an accident. The one glaring problem was that of drawing the target out at the opportune time, and this, Mr. Stapleton had solved brilliantly through his strategic use of the attractions of the opposite sex. He had carefully fostered in Sir Charles an affinity for Ms. Stapleton, using her to lure the baronet out of the safety of Baskerville Hall and into his awaiting clutches.

Now, I cannot fathom that Mr. Stapleton brought the seemingly real hound with him from the north, and Coombe Tracey has no animal dealers. It is likely that the beast was acquired in London, as the transport of the animal from anywhere else might have been enormously difficult. I have sent back to London, asking another of my young associates to inquire at every dog dealer to ascertain which of them had sold a particularly menacing black hound within the last few months. It is unlikely that Stapleton did not buy it under a pseudonym, cunning as he is, but it will nonetheless serve to confirm my suspicions and allow me to gauge exactly what evil creature could be so fearsome as to strike a living man dead.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 15.

Last night was a most exciting one, though it yielded little in the way of evidence against the Stapletons. I was sheltering from the cold, harsh moor winds when I heard a deep, mournful cry fill the ambience of the night. It repeated, each moaning, cheerless howl carried by the wind across the lonely countryside. As Watson is often eager to write in his reports of my cases, I am a man of little emotion, diving without caution into the most dangerous situations when the desperate hunt for a suspect deems it necessary. Even so, I willingly admit that even my heart was pierced by the sorrowful moan. I sat there, crouched in my stone hut, frozen as if by a curse, unable to think, unable to move, silently awaiting what I was sure would be my doom.

As the cries halted, the curse lifted, and I cast away my coverings; the hound was on the hunt, and I had to find the damned creature before it found its prey. The howls had come from the Grimpen Mire, but even I could not navigate its treacherous path, especially at night. Sir Henry would most certainly still be in the hall, and so it fell to me to protect the only other unfortunate soul who the hound might find worthy of a hunt. I did not feel sorry for the man, murderer as he was, but to have one’s throat ripped out by a ferocious dog is a punishment I do not feel inclined to mete. As I crept carefully towards the crevice, approaching from behind, I detected movement somewhere further ahead. I dropped down, not particularly well hidden, knowing that Selden’s candlelight would attract the eye of any potential observer. As I tried to discern who this fellow onlooker might be, he, or rather they, jumped out from behind a boulder, recklessly running towards the crevice.

I deeply appreciate my dear friend Watson’s company, and find him an altogether agreeable and rather intelligent accessory to my investigations. His rudimentary insights often enlighten me when I am myself lost in thought. Alas, I cannot say that his actions here were well thought out, neither agreeable nor intelligent, displaying near-primitive thinking that I could in no way justify. He had brought the very man he was protecting, from the safety of Baskerville Hall, out onto the moors to chase a murderer, on a dark night when the howling of the hound could be heard distinctly through the unfavorable weather conditions. Barely managing to hold my tongue, I watched in silence as Selden leapt from his hiding place and sprinted off, with Watson and Sir Henry following suit. I hissed a curse and ran after them at enough of a distance to avoid being seen, and yet close enough to ensure that I would soon be with them if they were to fall into a precarious situation. Selden was quick and his pursuers not very much so, and yet they kept on the chase for an annoyingly long time. By the time they grew tired, we were far from where the hound’s cries might have been discernable, but in our chase, we had come to a rather advantageous view of the vast moor. I scaled a jutting granite stone and looked down onto the accursed land, hoping to catch sight of the hound or perhaps its caretaker.

There was nothing to be seen this cold night, and as I pondered, I heard a shrill cry behind me, of course Watson had seen me. I disappeared into the rolling fog that seemed to always lay thick in Devonshire and returned to my stone abode. Selden was gone, the hound could no longer be heard, and the danger, I think, had passed, at least momentarily.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 16.

I must admit that after my initial irritation of the night passed and I received Watson’s latest epistle, my heart warmed considerably, and I found myself thinking that the adventure was, in a way, quite amusing. Watson’s earnest correspondence, his description of the “spirit”, and his production of acceptable context regarding his and Sir Henry’s decision to galavant upon the moor at such a precarious time left me with little choice but to admire the good man’s bravery. What else could explain it?

The report confirmed the relationship between Selden and Barrymore as well as Stapleton’s suspicious behavior regarding his newfound sister. It was of interest to me that Ms. Stapleton seemed keen on her relationship with Sir Henry. Either Mr. Stapleton’s charm was wearing off, or she was playing her part in the plan a little too well. Regardless, Ms. Stapleton crossed me as an intelligent, willful woman, and I thought I might have a rather more difficult case on my hands if it was the wills of both cunning husband and clever wife which I now opposed. If Ms. Stapleton’s loyalty to her criminal husband wavered, I might have rather a good chance at catching my man. The appearance of the perfumed letter received by Sir Henry upon his arrival to London suggested this very wavering, but I will have to seize this quickly disappearing opportunity before it is irretrievably gone.

I was having my lunch at Coombe Tracey (the morning hours did not hold much in the way of revelations on the moors), when I received a response to my earlier inquiry regarding the purchase of a hound in London. My associate, a certain Wiggins, had found a number of purchases that matched my descriptions, but one in particular had stood out to the sharp lad. The purchase of a “menacing bloodhound and mastiff cross by a Mr. Jack Vandeleur in April of the same year.” Now finally Stapleton had slipped, but alas, I still lacked evidence worthy of the jury. I had my man, but I needed now to ensnare him in a trap. A confession would be impossible considering how skillfully he had eluded me, and his wife was not to be underestimated either. I would have to catch him in the act, and I would have but one chance; the day Stapleton decided to set his beast on Sir Henry.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 18.

I have forsaken the comforts of civilization, namely those of Coombe Tracey, in order to commit myself fully to watching Stapleton’s every move. It is impossible to tell when the fright of Sir Henry’s nocturnal adventure will wear off and he will set out to visit the woman of his affections. Sleep, I am afraid, is a luxury I no longer have, although the prospect of dreaming has never held much allure for me, reality is far more fascinating than the fancies of the mind.

I received by the hand of Cartwright, another correspondence from Watson. It was dated the 16th of October, meaning that it had been delayed a day in London. Time was of the essence, and the mere difference of a day could be the difference between a guilty verdict and an innocent one. Watson had gleaned further information about Sir Charles’ death from Barrymore. It seemed the woman that had coaxed the good gentleman to his death was not Ms. Stapleton, but a Mrs. LL.

Now the trick to establishing a steady source of information in an unknown environment is simple: become acquainted with the local barkeeper. My man of choice, the landlord of the Cromwell Arms, had supplied me with any number of useless scandals about the townsfolk, but I remembered from his ramblings, the mention of a Mrs. LL, a certain Laura Lyons, daughter of Mr. Frankland. She had, if my recollection is correct, married a ruffian, and was seeking funds to secure a divorce. The mystery now became seemingly more clear. Sir Charles had been lured out of Baskerville Hall not by Ms. Stapleton, but by Mrs. Laura Lyons! This explained the warning letter from Ms. Stapleton. The lady had grown suspicious of her husband, and he had found it necessary to turn to someone still freshly caught in his charm. He would have known, from his conversations with Dr. Mortimer (disguised as innocent chit-chat between neighbors), that Sir Charles was weak of heart, and susceptible to the dangerous sway of superstition. He convinced Mrs. Laura Lyons to make a false appointment with the baronet, and having lured the gentleman into his wicked trap, scared the man to death with the very object of his nightmares: a spectral hound.

Watson also noted that Barrymore knew of a stranger on the moor, and Selden had conveyed to him that he had seen Cartwright delivering my parcel. I had taken precautions to avoid our being noticed, but alas, had not predicted a spy in the swamp among us. It seemed that for the time being, the occupants of Baskerville Hall had not discussed the mystery man with Stapleton, but if they do, I am sure he is keen enough to catch on that I am watching his every move. I have no way of ensuring that the secret is kept, and thus, I will have to strike soon.

Baskerville Hall, Oct. 19.

I rose with the sun, slightly damp, but none the worse for the wear. Finding sleep on the cold, wet rock was not so hard when the excitement of the chase was so near. The smell of the freshly dampened grass invigorated me, I could nearly smell the end of our case. I fancied the hound would find me a worthy adversary, even its terrible howl could not faze me now. I left my stony abode and made my way to Merripit House for a quick inspection before I left for Coombe Tracey to question Mrs. Lyons.

As I strolled casually back to my place on the moor, I caught the slightest whiff of smoke. I knew of only one man who enjoyed this particular blend of Schipper’s, the only man brave and bumbling enough to haphazardly walk into the cave of a dangerous stranger. I walked toward the hut chuckling at my friend’s stupid courage, “It is a lovely evening, my dear Watson.” I recognized his gasp of surprise, and coaxed him from the hut, “I really think that you will be more comfortable outside than in.”

Postscript: “Ending here, should bring the reader up to the point at which I met Mr. Holmes and we concluded the remainder of the adventure together. I believe that the included entries account for the entirety of Mr. Holmes' disappearance on the moor, and I hope that the reader will find their curiosity over the mystery-of-sorts satisfied. The reader will be glad to know that Mr. Holmes has agreed to write a short note, which I have included below." -Watson

“Watson has requested that I write a note for the epilogue of what has apparently become quite a mystery. I believe Watson’s narrative accounted for most of the details, but have provided my version of the adventure for posterity’s sake. I thank the reader for their curiosity, and ask them to remember that much changes between a happening and its recording, and that although my dear friend Watson’s accounts are entirely engaging, they often stretch the truth." - Sincerely, Sherlock Holmes

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You make the miles worth it - Chapter 2

Summary - The Chicago Marathon had always been a dream for Hailey. And when she meets a stranger in pink running shoes whilst training, she realises that maybe she had been dreaming for more.

Chapter - 3/?

Chapter Summary - Hailey and Jay start to meet up on their runs and begin to get to know each other.

Notes - Thank you for all the support on this story so far! Hope you enjoy the next chapter! AO3 Link

Chapter 2

Hailey had been right, Vanessa had had a field day when she had heard how her normally ever so confident best friend had got tongue-tied when talking to the handsome runner from the trail.

‘So tell me again how his smile made you melt’, she teased. Hailey rolled her eyes.

‘I regret telling you that. I am never talking to you about my love life ever again’.

‘So it is love’, she said. Hailey stammered.

‘We need to get to work,' she finally managed to say, ‘we are going to be late’. Vanessa smirked as she followed her out the door.

17 weeks to go

Hailey had been on 3 runs since she had introduced herself to Jay and had seen him on 2 of them. The effect that this tall green-eyed man and his ridiculous running shoes was having on her was ridiculous. She was a grown woman and yet every time he smiled and said hi to her as he ran past she would end up stupidly grinning and then kicking herself when he was finally out of sight. Somehow she had turned into a giddy school girl with a crush.

Sunday morning she had got up just as the sun was making itself known above the Chicago skyline, laced up her running shoes and headed down to the trail. This week had been hell at work. A new trainee had started, a young girl named Alex, who reminded Hailey of herself at that age, a bit unsure and trying to find a place in the world. She had tried to take her under her wing but unfortunately her manager had other ideas. He threw Alex right into the deep end and then proceeded to spend the majority of the day yelling at her for making little mistakes. Hailey had found Alex crying in the walk-in freezer at the end of her third shift and it broke her heart. She had been the girl crying in the corner because of someone abusing their power before and she was damned if she would let it happen again. Her manager hadn’t been in for the next two shifts so Hailey had been able to train, and treat, Alex in the way she should be and the girl had picked things up very quickly. When she had excitedly come to show Hailey the tip she had gotten from an older couple, Hailey beamed with pride.

In preparation for the dreaded conversation with her manager, which she was not looking forward to, Hailey was heading out for her run. Running had always been the answer. Whenever things got too much, she needed a break, needed to think or to not think, running was the way to do it.

Deep in thought about what was the best approach for the conversation tomorrow morning, she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and ran smack into something hard.

‘Good to see you too Hailey’, Jay’s voice broke through her brain fog as he grasped her arms, gently but firm enough that she didn’t fall over. As Jay looked down at her, he could see she wasn’t quite paying attention to him or her surroundings. ‘Hey, you alright?’, he questioned.

Hailey shook herself into the present and brushed off his question, ‘yep all good. Sorry about that, just wasn’t paying attention I guess’. Letting go of her arms, Jay wasn’t convinced but could tell she didn’t want to talk about it so gave her an out.

‘How much further have you got left, mind the company?’, he hoped he wasn’t being too pushy but there was something about this woman that intrigued him, and he couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend some more time with her.

‘Umm about 2 miles’, Hailey looked to be battling with herself as to whether to agree to running with him but after a moment she said ‘sure, why not? My pace or yours?’. Jay smiled.

‘Yours, so long as it doesn’t involve running into anymore people’, he winked at her.

Hailey shook her head with a smile and took off along the path, Jay set off after her.

16 weeks to go

Running with Jay was nice, and Hailey liked nice. He was easy to talk to and equally as easy to pass the time in silence with, his company made Hailey feel lighter somehow. They were now running together more often than not, with one or the other dropping a text to let them know and agreeing a time and place to meet. Hailey had never been one to run with anyone else, not since Michael, and had never particularly wanted to. However she found herself wanting to see Jay as often as she could, despite the teasing from Vanessa.

They passed the miles with almost meaningless conversation, neither prying too deep for fear of shutting the other down. Hailey had learnt that Jay was a cop, something she could have guessed from his neat haircut and general mannerisms, he had an older brother who was a doctor, he loved to watch hockey, but didn’t play after taking a puck to the head in a practice match when he was younger. She in turn had revealed that she worked in a restaurant downtown, lived with her best friend Vanessa who she also worked with and would always choose a basketball game over any other sport that was on the TV.

He didn’t talk about his parents, and she didn’t talk about hers. It seemed like they had come to a mutual decision and both were fine with it.

‘So’, Jay said at the end of their run that Saturday.

‘So’, said Hailey, raising an eyebrow to look at him as she leant against the railings.

‘Do you want to grab a drink together tonight?’, Hailey had never seen Jay nervous in the weeks since she had met him but he was decidedly less confident. ‘Not like a date or anything’, he countered quickly as though he was regretting being so forward. ‘Just keep the conversation going, without being a sweaty mess and we could actually look at each other rather than just glimpses as we run’. He ended with a smirk.

Hailey grinned back, ‘sure, why not’ she said.

‘Great’, his confidence was back, she noted, ‘I’ll text you later?’

‘Later’, she said with a smile and turned to head home, the smile not leaving her face.

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A/N: A small fic inspired by discussions with @mashmaiden about Deeks’ mental state. More to follow.

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A Bad Night

“Yeah, I’ll meet you there at 6 tomorrow,” Callen said, phone held against his ear as he walked into the bullpen. It was pretty late, but a bout of insomnia had him heading back to work to finish a few reports.

“You better not be late this time,” Sam warned him, without a hint of humor in his voice. “Or I’m letting you walk the rest of the way.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Something clinked in the otherwise silent space and he frowned, automatically grasping the butt of his gun. “Hey, I’m gonna have to let you go,” he added distractedly. Tucking his cell back into his pocket, he followed the sound towards the pseudo lounge opposite the bullpen.

As he drew closer, there was another noise, glass on glass. He squinted at the figure sitting on the couch, almost instantly recognizing the distinctive halo of hair despite the nonexistent lighting. He dropped his hand from his gun, rolling his eyes.

“Deeks?”

“Present ,” he drawled after a unexpected delay. Callen saw his arm raise and the flash of something shiny. “Or at least partially.” His voice was a little slurred and more imprecise than normal.

Feeling an unusual sense of disquiet, he reached over and switched on a lamp, revealing Deeks. He squinted in the sudden light, turning his face away.

His legs hung open as he slouched, one elbow lazily balanced on the armrest, one of Hetty’s rocks glasses cupped in his other hand. An open bottle of scotch was on the table, perched precariously close to the edge.

“You wanna tell me what you’re doing drinking in the dark?” Callen asked lightly.

“Not really.” Deeks tilted his head, revealing hooded eyes and a dull expression.

Ok, this was not good.

“I could call Kensi.”

Huffing something under his breath, Deeks sighed heavily, and shifted so his body was mostly facing Callen. He looked tired and something else that Callen couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Mm, but if you did that, then I’d have to tell her about what really happened to that llama thing on her desk,” Deeks threatened, flashing a quick, insincere grin. “And you know how my lovely wife feels about her stuff.”

“Deeks, I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

“Deeks, you’re sitting in the middle of the bullpen in the middle of the night, drinking vintage liquor like it’s cheap vodka instead of sleeping in bed with your wife,” Callen summarized, stepping closer. “So, try again.”

Deeks pursed his lips, gaze directed somewhere in the direction of his knees. He took a quick drink from his glass, swallowing audibly. Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he let his held fall back with a quiet thud, and sighed heavily. When he looked at Callen again, there was bitterness in his eyes.

“We had a meeting with our new social worker today and it did not go well,” he explained shortly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Callen said, sincerely, but slightly at a loss with this particular topic. As much as he supported Deeks and Kensi’s efforts to be parents, he didn’t feel prepared to discuss the topic in-depth.

“Mm.” He took another sip. “You spend 2-3 years of your life planning and putting all your energy into a future only to have roadblocks and disappointment every step of the way, it kind of starts to wear on you.”

“Which is why you’re here.”

“Well, all the local places are already closed,” Deeks said reasonably.

“I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure this exactly the opposite of what you should be doing on this situation,” Callen pointed out.

“Callen, I am extremely low on hope and the will to keep going right now. A drink feels just about perfect.” He paused, brows furrowing. “Don’t worry, I’m not turning into my father.”

“That’s not what I was thinking at all,” Callen said quietly, concerned even more by the direction Deeks’ thoughts seemed to be. “I was just thinking that Kensi’s going to be worried when she wakes up and finds you gone.”

“She thinks I’m on a run,” Deeks replied, slipping down a few more inches.

“Ok. And what about when you show up in a few hours with a massive hangover?”

“Hey, I’m unpredictable and prone to stupid decisions,” Deeks said with a shrug. “I doubt anyone will question that.”

“Alright, you’re going home,” Callen decided, swiping what remained of the scotch and placing it on top of the lockers. Deeks could have easily retrieved it, but he just sighed again and got to his feet. As Deeks followed him out, only swaying a bit, Callen worried that this was far more than one bad night.

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