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aashi-heartfilia · 5 months

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The hypocrisy of Jinshi and MaoMao

*light novel spoilers*

I just love how hypocritical MaoMao's nature is. She yells at Jinshi for being a 'Masochist' and yet we see that she's no different. Now, by definition Masochist is a person who drives sexual gratification from their own pain and humiliation, plus it relates to Jinshi's tendency to do self harm (like burning his skin with a brand)

And what is MaoMao's most favourite thing in this world?

POISON

She literally takes pleasure in consuming it and no one can convince me otherwise. Plus she uses dangerous plants and animals and snakes whatnot in the name of her so-called experiments. Her dad may call her a 'mad Scientist' but that is a direct indication of self harm.

And she calls Jinshi a Masochist.

I mean, think about it! The amount of anxiety she gives to Jinshi! She came prepared with a vomit inducing medicine but even she had no idea whether it would work or not. She was just hoping it would work in the salt chapter.

And the same goes for her hand, on which she has conducted countless experiments. One flower even burned her skin and its marks never left her skin. She said it was all for her hobby. What kind of weird hobby is that? Maybe, our little adorable mad scientist is just like that.

One brands his own skin, while the other takes heavenly pleasure in consuming poison.

So my point is, Jinshi and MaoMao are not that different as one might think they are and that's why their dynamic works so well.

Let's look at the excerpts from volume 5:

She didn’t know how long they sat that way. All she knew was that Jinshi was looking down at her with a faintly triumphant expression, as if he saw that the breath had reached every corner of her body now. He wiped away the tears that had sprung to her eyes as she struggled to breathe. It was then that Maomao felt a flash of intense anger. “I said that if you were going to kill me, you should do it with poison,” she told him. “I refuse to let you poison yourself,” Jinshi said, his fingers tracing her lips. “You can’t pretend you didn’t know that you were one of the candidates. As much as I’m sure you’d like to.” He wasn’t done, either: “Who was that man, anyway? I’m sure you’re not a dancer.” So he had been watching them! “I was just paying for my drink,” Maomao said. “It didn’t cost much.” She tried to look away, but with his hand on her head, she really couldn’t.

Jinshi just choked her and yet he refuses to let MaoMao poison herself. A lot of people misinterpret this scene, and don't like it all that much, saying it was just fanservice stuff but this is how I see it: Jinshi wasn't trying to kill MaoMao, he was just trying to make MaoMao submit to him for once (even if the way he did it was very wrong, but guess he's kinky like that). MaoMao is actively trying to harm herself and Jinshi loves MaoMao a lot, he cannot just let her kill herself.

It was more about him trying to exert his dominance in their weirdish - complicated relationship and that also backfires on him as we see in the next volume that MaoMao escapes Jinshi's grasps using Pairin's techniques.

And then they both continue to avoid each other in the entire next volume! Because they both realised that they have crossed boundaries.

They both are hypocrites.

And they both refuse to accept their feelings.

In one of the later volumes, she gives Jinshi a piece of her mind on how he should tell her everything clearly, unequivocally, what he feels, and he literally declares that "he will make her his wife", which is nice and all but look at the wording MaoMao used here....

Excerpts from LN Vol 7, chapter 19 called "A man and a woman play the game"

"You’re forever telling me I need to use my words, Master Jinshi, but are you in any position to criticize? Everything you say to me, everything you do, it’s like it’s calculated to save you from ever having to actually say what you mean! To make me figure it all out! You know, you remind me of someone. You act exactly like a man who used to come by our brothel all the time. He was in love with one of the girls, but he would never just come out and say it. He thought it should be obvious from the way he acted. He was so sure he had a good thing going with this woman that he never sent her so much as a letter. I remember how forlorn he looked when someone else swooped in and snatched her away! He kept coming to the brothel after that—to get drunk and whine to the ladies. Well, in my opinion, he could have avoided all that heartbreak if he’d told the woman how he felt. Clearly, unequivocally, so that she knew where they stood. It was the least he could have done!”

Everything came out in a torrent. She felt like she’d said it all in one breath. It was strange, she thought, to hear so many words come out of her own mouth. She was mystified. Jinshi was no less startled, but the shock soon left his face, replaced by something else. He got up off the bed and stared down at Maomao.

Shit. Now I’ve done it. She’d given him a piece of her mind, and he was about to give her one back.

“So I should be clear, should I? Unequivocal? I should say what I mean? If I did, would you actually listen to me? Is that what you’re telling me? I’m going to hold you to that! Right this minute. I’ll say it all. Don’t plug your ears—listen to me!” He grabbed her hands as she was in the process of trying to put her fingers in her ears. He took a breath. He was looking at Maomao, but somehow he seemed almost embarrassed. Finally he managed, “Now listen to me, y—I mean, Maomao! Listen close! I am going to make you my wife!”

It's one heck of a chapter and I suggest you give it a go! The title of the chapter says "A man and a woman play the game" as if to emphasize the very fact that both Jinshi and MaoMao are playing the game.

Jinshi has never confessed his true feelings before this chapter and only implied that he wanted to make MaoMao his wife.

The implications were heavy though on Jinshi's part, and as smart as MaoMao is, anyone would have guessed that MaoMao was one of the candidates for Jinshi's consort. Even the clothes she received (the ones she wore to the banquet) were also provided by Jinshi along with the hairpin. It is never stated outright but seeing as the hairpin was from Jinshi, the clothes are also implied to be the same.

More or less she's always deliberately ignoring the possibility of having anything to do with him, that is more than professional. Some may call it denial, I call it dense. Maybe, to some extent, she herself is not aware of her feelings because she never lets herself feel anything.

Even Suiren pointed it out pretty early in the manga, that maybe it's MaoMao's way of being reserved. We need to keep in mind that MaoMao is an unreliable narrator and it's more of what she does, rather than what she says that makes a difference.

Even in the chapter that I have quoted above, she had every reason to leave Jinshi, she wasn't working for him after all. But she stayed to make tea for him, even after the fact that she had a long day too. She was almost just as exhausted as Jinshi and yet she was there preparing medicinal tea, so that he could get a better sleep.

Maybe she herself is yet to realise just how deep her feelings run. Till vol 12 she seems to have accepted them, but she still is yet to acknowledge their depth. Maybe it's because of her childhood.

It's not a traumatic backstory but MaoMao had a sad childhood nonetheless....

She was raised by her grand uncle and her real father was eccentric, who scared her. Her mother must also appear to be kind of demonic to her, since she was desperate enough to cut MaoMao's Pinky finger and send it to Lahan. So it's safe to say that MaoMao never received proper parental affection. And adding to the fact that, a brothel is not exactly an ideal place for raising a child.... especially when the birth of MaoMao was the one thing that brought the brothel to its knees...even if being born wasn't her choice.

Plus MaoMao stated it herself that when she was a baby, no one would come to sooth her until their work was finished, implying that even if MaoMao and her brothel sisters are close, they are not that close. A mother's love is different and she never received it. No one can love you more than your mother and MaoMao was deprived of that. She soon realised that no one was coming. Life is hard and she has no choice but to face it!

So, she got interested in poison.

Maybe she doesn't love herself or her life as much as she says / pretends she does. She's always like "yeah, I would very much like my head to be with my body" and "if I stay low profile maybe I can survive here" etc but maybe deep down that's not the case. Maybe that's why she loves poison so much. The implications are crazy.

And to break MaoMao's shell, Jinshi has no choice but to be a bit more forceful at times? At least that's how I interpret that choking scene. Jinshi was angry at MaoMao because she deliberately suggested him to marry consort Rishu and danced with Rikuson.

Even if Jinshi never said it outright, he was giving hints the entire time.

But well the tables turned and MaoMao topped him instead, lol (vol 7) and later we even see that our little stray cat has accepted Jinshi and she's ready to be in a relationship with him (vol 12).

Plus she is intrigued by the process of birth (she wants to eat her baby's placenta, it's kind of uggghhh.... but anyways, that MaoMao we're talking about, she's just weird that way)

Maybe not after too long she'll realise that if she has to give birth, she can only have it with Jinshi and no one else.

~Sunshine

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guideaus · 2 years

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im still upset abt that trigun seller yesterday

#personal #he sold all those books for half of the price it was worth... in 2003 #like damn ik i only wanted 3 but i wouldve bought trigun 1/2 trimax 1/2/3/12/14 for 45 if i knew he was gonna do that #god what even was his logic there. he made less money bundling it when there was me and others asking for 10 each (for trimax)#trigun fairly would be like 15-25. trimax would be 10-20 then any volume past 7 is considered rare and probably doubled idk #but he sold 14 for for less than the $10 he told me i could buy 3 for...#meanwhile other listers offer a few trigun books for $300 when it makes up like 5% of their manga listing #idk ive been avoiding bundles bc i imagine getting a bunch of books i dont want isnt good but now im like #i guess #i couldve sold 1/2/1/2/12/14 :(#also if in a week those specific books pop up online for 5x the price i'll lose it #AAAAAAAAAA

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 5 months

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[7:21 am]

(cw: f!reader, a child, "shit")

Haechan shuffled back into the room tiredly. His hair was a mess, his pajama pants were rolled up to his knee on one side and normal on the other, he was missing a sock, and he could hardly see clearly due to him still stuck in the awake but so close to being asleep state. The baby on his hip, on the other hand, was very much the opposite. His eyes were wide, a happy smile on his face as he caught sight of you on the bed, leaning forward with his arms outstretched for your attention.

Haechan set him on the bed gently and watched his son quickly crawl over the sheets to be in your embrace. "Good morning sunshine! Did you sleep well?" You asked with a soft and tired smile, pushing your son's hair from his eyes.

Despite his lack of speech he smiled widely, pulling his pacifier from his mouth to place a wet kiss on your chin. You laughed brightly and cupped his cheeks, "I love you too sunshine," and then you placed a kiss on his chubby cheek. You kept him in your hold while you turned the tv on to some cartoons at a low volume in case Haechan still wanted to sleep.

He laid there for a while, hoping sleep would soon find him again, but it didn't. He sighed loudly, rolling to face his little family and pulling you into his hold while his eyes focused on the cartoon dogs on the screen. He placed an arm around your shoulder and the other arm on his son's belly, patting it gently. Without looking at his dad, his son quickly pushed the hand away from him and pulled your arm over him.

"What makes you so special?" Haechan whined.

You scoffed with a laugh, "I birthed him, hello!"

"But I'm his dad."

"And I'm his mom, he's just my baby mama's boy," you cooed as you wrapped your arms around your baby and hugged him lovingly.

Haechan knew he was a jealous person. He was jealous when you were both only dating, he hated to see when other people would make you laugh or talk to you for extended periods of time. Not because he was insecure in your relationship, no. He was jealous that your attention wasn't on him. His jealously had thankfully lessened after getting married. Two calm and blissful years of love and enjoying one another, until the baby came along. Haechan would never admit he was jealous of his son, his own flesh and blood, but... he was.

Haechan pouted, "You're both so mean to me! My son and my wife, that's a pair. And me? I'm all alone, ostracized in my own home with the people I love."

You laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, "You know we love you."

His pout stayed on his face, "another."

You smiled placing a series of kisses on his cheek, "better?"

He smiled triumphantly, leaning forward to place a single kiss on your mouth. It was innocent, sweet, and lasted all of 3 seconds before he heard a whine and a small hand hit his cheek.

He pulled away with wide eyes, looking at the scarily identical pout on his son's face. He tested the waters again, placing a chaste kiss on your mouth again only to then see his son turn and climb up until his head was right beside your so he could block his dad.

"I can't even believe this right now, I have to be having a nightmare." Haechan stated, shocked.

He leaned in for another kiss and was stopped with a baby sized shove to his cheek and a whine. He tried to go over his son's head and again another whine and a tiny hand stopped him. You scolded him, "You're antagonizing him, stop." You pulled your son to your chest pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Haechan maintained eye contact with his son and gasped at the sneaky smile shot his way, "You little shit!"

You shot your arm out and hit his shoulder, "don't use those words around my baby."

Haechan continued to stare at his son, "Sometimes I question if this kid is even mine, but he acts just like me. I guess it's settled."

You scoffed loudly, "I birthed your clone, who is identical to you in every way: possessive, loud, looks, and personality and you questioned if he was yours?"

"You forgot that we're both obsessed with you," Haechan added.

You rolled your eyes, smiling softly when your son's hold on your shirty tightened, "That was the possessive part."

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intricatechaosofyou · 1 year

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Blind Date Gone…Wrong?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x f!reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Summary: Maybe getting stood up isn’t the worst thing ever

Warnings: drinking, alcohol, language

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You glanced down at your watch for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. It was 7:45, almost a full hour after you were supposed to meet your date. Convinced you needed a boyfriend, or at the very least a hookup, your best friend insisted on setting you up with one of her friends at the office. Having nothing better to do, you agreed.

Your blind date, Thomas, and you had talked, agreeing to meet up at an Italian restaurant on the beach. Putting on one of your favorite dresses that did wonders for your ass and donning a little extra makeup than usual, you had arrived at the restaurant five minutes past seven, fully expecting Thomas to be there. When you discovered he wasn’t, you shrugged it off and ordered yourself a drink while you waited.

You waited for ten minutes before texting him. You never got a response but you decided to wait a little bit longer.

Ten minutes turned into thirty.

And thirty minutes had turned into forty.

The waiter had been asking you if you were ready to order for the past twenty minutes, and yet you still insisted you needed more time, praying that Thomas would walk through the door.

You were starting to get blatant looks of pity from the patrons seated around you.

He wasn’t coming.

You were flagging down the waiter, ready to pay so you could escape the restaurant with some of your pride still intact when a man slid into the seat across from you.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Darlin’. Maverick kept me late and then traffic was just awful,” he announced loudly before leaning across the table and planting a kiss on your cheek. His voice dropped in volume so only you could hear him when he whispered, “I’m Bob. Just go with it.”

You nodded slightly and tried your best to smile at the man, Bob apparently, once he pulled away from you. “Don’t worry about it, honey. I was more worried than anything.”

The waiter smiled at the two of you. Whether he was glad your date had finally showed up or glad you were finally going to order, you couldn’t tell.

Once the two of you ordered and the waiter was out of earshot, you turned back to the man seated across from you. “Thank you so much.”

He blushed and nervously rubbed the nape of his neck. “It’s no problem, really.”

“I appreciate it though,” you admitted. “Got stood up and I was getting all those looks of pity.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help.”

You smiled. “So, your name’s Bob?”

He nodded. “Lt. Robert Floyd, but everyone calls me Bob.”

“Lt. Robert Floyd?” You repeated. “You Navy?”

“Yes, ma’am. How’d you know?”

“We are in Fightertown, USA,” you mused with a grin.

“I guess you’re right,” Bob chuckled.

“I’m (y/n) (l/n),” you introduced yourself, sticking your hand out for him to shake.

Bob smiled and grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips to leave a kiss on the back of it. “Nice to meet you, (y/n).”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you replied, blush creeping up your face at his actions. “So is this your typical Friday night? Going around saving girls who got stood up?”

“N- no, this is the first time I’ve done this. And whoever stood you up is an idiot,” Bob replied.

You smiled at the man, head tilting slightly. The way he had said it was so genuine, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the comment.

“Thanks, Bob.”

“Anytime, Darlin’.”

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“No way!” You giggled. “I don’t believe it!

Bob shrugged, bashful smile on his face. “Yup. Punched him right in the face.”

“What happened after that?” You questioned, trying to contain your laughter so you could hear more of the story.

“Suspended for two weeks.”

“And the other kid?”

“Nothing.”

You gasped, utterly appalled. “But he was the one being a bully! You were just standing up for your friend!”

“School didn’t see it that way.”

“Well, I do. Looks like you’ve always been a hero, Bob.”

A blush spread across his cheeks. “Anyone would have done it.”

“I don’t think so. You don’t give yourself enough credit, honey.”

The blush on his cheeks deepened as the pet name rolled off your tongue. “It really wasn’t a big deal.”

“If you say so,” you said with a laugh, resting your head on your hand as you gazed at the man.

The two of you had been talking for hours, meals long gone and a crème brûlée now being shared between the two of you. The conversation flowed naturally despite never having met before. You had talked about almost everything, from why you were in Miramar, childhood memories, to your favorite ice cream flavors.

“So, what’s it like being in the Navy?” You asked, pointing your spoon at him.

“It’s fun. I’m a Weapons System Officer which means I’m in charge of all the weapons in the back of the plane. Phoenix is my pilot.”

“Phoenix?” You question, tilting your head.

“That’s her call sign. Everyone has one,” Bob explained. “There’s Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, Payback.”

“So what’s yours?”

“Uhh…Bob,” he admitted bashfully, eyes not meeting yours.

You grinned and let out a small giggle. “I like it. I think it suits you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, short and sweet.”

“Calling me short, Darlin’?” Bob joked.

“Definitely,” you replied with a wink.

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When the cheque came, Bob swiped it up before you could even touch it.

“To repay you for letting me crash your date,” he explained.

“‘Crash my date?’” You repeated. “Bob, you saved it.”

“Then to repay you for your company.”

You pouted and leaned back in your chair. “Fine. But you let me pay next time.”

“‘Next time?’”

Your cheeks heated up as you realized your mistake. “Not that there has to be a next time. I just had a lot of fun and thought maybe we could do this again. But that was a very bold assumption,” you rambled.

“Actually, I was gonna ask if I could see you again?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I had a really good time tonight,” Bob admitted, awkwardly shoving his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

Smiling, you reached across the table to grab his hand. “I’d like that.”

“Next Friday?” Bob suggested.

“It’s a date.”

———————

The two of you walked outside the restaurant hand in hand, giggling like a couple of high schoolers.

“Well, my car’s this way,” you mumbled, pointing behind you.

“Mine’s the other way,” Bob replied, frown making its way onto his face.

“Then I guess this is where we part,” you sighed dramatically. “But I’ll see you next Friday?”

Bob nodded. “Six o’clock.”

You smiled. “Goodnight, Bob.”

“Goodnight, (y/n).”

With a sudden burst of confidence you grabbed his collar and pressed your lips to his, relishing in the small gasp that left him. His hands came to rest on your hips as your mouths slotted together almost perfectly.

It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was long enough to leave Bob a mess when you pulled back. His glasses were knocked askew on the bridge of his nose, his cheeks were flushed, and a bit of your lipstick was now staining the side of his mouth.

You giggled at his appearance and patted his bicep. “You good there, Robby?”

“Better than that,” he whispered.

“I should get going.”

He nodded and pecked your lips once more before letting you go.

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but spare one more glance at the man. He was walking in the opposite direction, fist pumping as he went.

You smiled to yourself. Maybe this blind date wasn’t a total disaster after all.

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madman479r · 6 months

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Knight Light

*Earth* *Pizza place*

*Jessica, (Green Lantern) Diana (Wonder Woman), Dinah (Black Canary) and Mari (Vixen) having a girl's night out.*

Jessica:... and he's such a gentleman, he's kind, considerate, loving and just... *sighs lovingly* perfect.

Mari: Damn, you are love struck.

Karen Starr (power girl) : **appears because she was late** Who's love struck?

Dinah: Jess.

Karen: Really, you found a guy? Congrats. What's his name?

Jessica: Jaune Arc.

Karen: Jaune Arc, Huh? Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue. Where's he from?

Jessica: Another dimension.

Karen:... So am I gonna have to be the bitch here or was this Girls night out actually an intervention?

Diana: What do you mean?

Karen: *sighs* Alright, guess it's option 1 then. Jess, sweetie, I get sometimes ladies, especially hot ones such as yourself, get embarrassed by not having a guy but you don't need to pull the "he goes to another school" or dimension in this case, with us.

Mari: No, but like he's literally from another dimension.

Dinah: Besides, aren't you from another reality as well? How is it so far fetched?

Karen: Okay, mind showing a pic of the guy?

Jessica: Sure. **Shows volume 1-3 Jaune**

Karen: Hmmm. I mean I guess he's cute, not exactly my type, unless I wanted a one night stand but I say you could do better.

Jessica: **swipes to show volume 8 Jaune.**

Karen: Okay, well he certainly had a glow up. He looks more confident and that body is definitely a plus but I still say-

Jessica: **Swipes to show volume 9 Jaune**

Karen:...Would you be opposed to a threesome?

**Laughter from all girls**

Mari: But I think we need to ask the most important, emotional question.

Dinah: That's right. I've heard of long distance relationships but this is pushing it.

Diana: My thoughts as well. Neither of you would be willing to leave your own dimensions so... how... would... *notices what Mari is doing*

Mari: *puts her index fingers together and slowly starts to pull them away, looking Jessica in the eyes.*

Jessica: *smiling smugly*

Mari: *Continues to widen the gap between her fingers* Oh? Okay. *Gap is now 7 inches wide* Nice. *8 inches* ain't no way. *9 inches* no, no! Really?!

Jessica: *Still smiling, not saying anything*

Dinah: I'm actually getting worried for her now.

Mari: *Reaches 12 inches*

Jessica: *Nods*

Mari: Holy shit.

Diana: Talk about blessed by the Gods.

Dinah: She's gotta be lying.

Karen: I can see her heart rate and pupils, holy shit she isn't lying.

Jessica: And you wanna know the best thing? His ability lets him charge himself back to full, so he can go for hours.

#rwby #jaune arc #jessica cruz #green lantern #knight light #rwby knight light #rwby x dc

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haerinari · 3 months

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The train station boy - Wonbin

pairing: stranger!wonbin x fem!reader.

summary: you saw him every single day on the train, he was there always after you finished school. who was this handsome young boy? and why did you wanted to talk to him so badly?

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers.

warnings: none.

LOVE 199 Series: wonbin, sungchan, eunseok, anton, shotaro, sohee, seunghan.

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Every single day he was there, you didn’t knew who he was, he wasn’t even in your the same school as you. He had long black hair and big brown eyes, he was tall and was always hearing music.

You didn’t knew his name, but every time he looked at you and gave you that soft smile, made your heart flutter. You “met” this boy on the train station, you said met between quotation marks because you didn’t actually knew him. You knew how he looked, and even how he smelled, even tho that’s kinda weird to know about someone you had never talked before.

He was always by himself, you never saw him getting in the train with a friend or any other people. One thing you knew about this mysterious boy, was that he lived somewhere around your house. He got out of the train in the same station that you did, with the difference that he walked a few more streets than you did to get to your home.

One day you decide trying to talk to this boy of the train. after all, you find him actually very cute, and you didn’t consider yourself ugly, so why not take the risk? This was your last year of high school, and it wasn’t that you were needy for a boyfriend or actually searching desperately for someone, but you thought that it would be cute to have a boy in your life.

When you got to the train station that day, he wasn’t there. 3:35 pm, he was always here by that time. when you got into the train and the doors where about to close, he ran into quickly with a girl and a bouquet of roses in his hands. oh, you thought. of course he had a girlfriend, how someone this good looking wouldn’t have? the girl even tho never kissed him, she was very, very close to him. damn, at least he didn’t reject you directly on your face, it would be embarrassing for you. Even still when the train arrived, he was taking the girl to his house, you guessed.

Weeks passed and you always tried to not look at him like you usually did. he has a girlfriend y/n, if you were his girlfriend you wouldn’t like that a random girl stared at your man for 35 minutes while she was going home, that was what the voice in your head always said. Until you were saying that while staring at his soul, you just literally zone out looking directly at him. he was also looking at you, like trying to guess what did you want or what was happening. but you just looked the other way with your cheeks more red than a tomato. When you were 100% sure that he was not looking at you anymore, you glanced at him, seeing in his face that pretty smile he had.

One night after you went to a friend’s house, like you did usually, you took the train to go home. It was 7:50pm and the next train would be at 8pm. you sat on a bench, plugging your headphones and playing this one song called “Love 119” you discovered a few day ago and you were totally obsessed. A tall figure started to walked near you, the boy from the train. he gave you a soft smile and stopped a few meter away from you, probably he was also waiting for the next train to arrived.

You lowered your music volume, afraid that he would hear how loud you were playing the song. He stand still for a few minutes, after he turned around abruptly, looking at you. you paused the music, waiting for him just say something, but he was just looking, maybe this is how he feels when you stare at him on the train.

“Hi, my name is Wonbin” the boy said, you couldn’t believe he was actually talking to you. “We go in the same train, i always see you there”

“Of course, i have seen you too. My name is y/n, nice to meet you” how did your voice came out so naturally? you were shaking like crazy.

“What are you doing here this late? You always take the train of the afternoon” he said.

“I was at a friend’s house…”

“Ahh i see…” wonbin said, his hands in his pockets. “Cool”

“Yeah, cool” you replied to him.

He turned around again, looking at the train rails. You were ready to play the song again, when he looked at you again.

“Yeah so, i know like that this is super weird and that we don’t know each other. but do you, maybe, wanna hang out sometime?” he said, shaking his head a little due the the nervousness he was feeling.

“I’m sorry to ask you this so straight, but don’t you have a girlfriend?” you told him, remembering the girl of that day.

“What?” wonbin said with a look of confusion on his face.

“I saw you with a girl a couple of weeks ago, a girl and a bouquet of flowers”

“Oh Minji? No no, she’s my sister and the flowers were for my mother. It was her birthday so i was bringing her flowers”

“Shit i’m sorry to assume that, i was going to talk so you that day but-” wonbin cut you.

“You were going to talk to me that day?”

“No, i-” you laughed nervously. “I mean yes, but the girl and the flowers, and yeah, that” you stutter, he laughed.

“Well, now that you know that i don’t have a girlfriend. what do you said about hanging sometime?” wonbin smiled, that smile that you always liked to see at the train.

“Sure, i’ll really like that” how could this be happening? did you waste all this time trying to talk to him when he also wanted to talk to you? this is why you have to take risks sometimes.

“Good” the boy said with a bright and big smile.

“Y/NN! What are you doing” he said jumping over you softly, while you were lying on the bed.

“Won, i’m writing in my diary how we met” you explained with a smile.

“But whyy? You are with me every single day now, you don’t have to write how we met again. besides, i’m sure you wrote that the night it happen.” wonbin said, hugging you from the back.

“Who said a wrote it that night?” you teased.

“You didn’t write about me?” he said with a hand in his chest, acting offended. “Auch” you laughed.

“I’m joking, i’m joking. i just really like to remember that moment.”

“Yeah, i really like to think about it too” wonbin smiled. “Tsk, when you thought i had a girlfriend…”

“And now your sister likes me more than you” you told your boyfriend, sticking your tongue out.

“I’m actually not gonna argue into that”

“It’s because you know i’m right”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now put your pencil down, i came because i want my girlfriend to cuddle me” wonbin said getting comfortable in the bed.

“Awww you’re such a cutie, i love you. Let me finish writing this and i promise all my attention is going to be with you”

“Okay…”

—And after that nigh, wonbin and i started dating. Thanks to that, now i have the best boyfriend in the whole world, and i love him with all my heart—

You put your diary in your table nigh and came closer to Wonbin, letting him out his head in your chest. One of your arms was around his head, allowing your fingers to draw figures on his back and touching his long hair.

“I love you wonbin” you said softly, kissing his head.

“I love you more y/n”

#wonbin #riize love 119 #riize imagines #riize x reader #riize wonbin #park wonbin #love 119 #fluff #wonbin fluff #wonbin x reader #wonbin imagines #strangers to lovers #love #riize #riize fluff #riize scenarios

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shadesslut · 9 months

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loving her was red, pt. 4

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Slight smut, violence, Chad being a lil creepo)

Summary: After the killings of Jason and Greg, the group is on high alert, but luckily for Ethan, Chad gets a little distracted.

(a/n: kinda hate this)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

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Y/N and Ethan desperately made their way through the crowded streets. Ethan held on tightly to her hand as she bumped into people, muttering quick apologies.

“Fuck. Fuck.” She cursed as she swung the door open in Sam and Tara’s apartment building lobby. Earlier, at the party, they each received a text from the group; a simple text from Tara, telling them to get the fuck at their apartment. They ran up the stairs, stopping at their floor and rapidly knocked on the door. Chad immediately opened it, and he looked at the two with a hurt expression, but brushed it off. Y/N stepped around him into the apartment, but Ethan stood in his spot.

“We were just talking, I broke things off.” Ethan lied, trying his best to not smile. Chad nodded at him and stepped to the side to let Ethan in.

He walked in to see all the girls in the living room, watching the TV. Mindy and Anika were cuddled up together on the couch, Quinn next to them, and Sam and Tara arguing by the kitchen entrance. “What happened?” Y/N asked, stopping the two sisters from continuing any further.

“Fucking look,” Sam said as she reached for the remote and turned the volume up. On the screen, a news reporter was outside a building, with pictures of two boys in the corner. Jason Carvey and Greg Bruckner, found dead in their apartment.

Y/N looked over to Sam and Tara, who both furrowed their brows at the screen.

On the screen, a Ghostface mask appeared, and Sam immediately turned off the TV. Everyone turned their heads at her, who was already grabbing things. “Pack a bag Tara, we’re leaving tonight.”

“Woah, what?” Tara yelled at her, confusion lacing her tone. They both bickered at each other, and Ethan came up next to Y/N.

He nudged her shoulder with his. “You okay?” He asked softly. She simply nodded and looked at Chad. Chad, who didn’t know what to focus on more, just shrugged at her. She gave Ethan a sympathetic smile, before walking over to Chad.

“I’m sorry this is happening again, I can’t imagine how all of you are feeling.” She said as she put her hand on his arm. He rested his hand on top of hers and gently rubbed her skin. He gave her a gentle smile, and for a moment, a small moment but a moment nonetheless, he glanced at Ethan. Ethan saw, because he had been already staring at the two, but looked away once he felt Chad’s gaze.

“Thanks, being around you helps.” Chad spoke softly to her.

Sam’s phone rang, stopping every conversation in the room. She answered, and she sighed as she walked out. Tara followed after her, leaving the rest of the group alone. They all looked at each other, Ethan and Quinn giving each other a look the rest of the group missed. “I think we’re gonna head out.” Anika said as she stood up with Mindy. Chad nodded at them as they gave their goodbyes, leaving.

Quinn retired to her room, leaving Chad, Ethan, and Y/N. They all shifted awkwardly, waiting for one of them to speak.

“I guess I’ll stay here. For when they get back.” Y/N first spoke, sitting down on the couch.

Ethan wanted to stay, but before he could say anything, Chad jumped at the chance. “I’ll stay with you. You don’t mind being alone tonight, right Ethan?” Chad asked as he sat down next to her. She looked at Ethan worriedly at Chad’s words. Ethan’s jaw ticked, but he forced a smile at Chad.

“Yeah sure.”

–

Ethan was pacing his apartment floor. He needed to do something, he had to do something. He sent Y/N multiple texts, but no response. His face was red with anger, and he blamed Chad. He thought Chad would calm down after their conversation, he believed Chad when he said he would get over Y/N. He told himself that everything would be alright; Y/N was his now, he didn’t have to worry about Chad.

He was wrong.

Chad wasn’t going to stop. He wasn’t going to stop until the day he dropped dead. Ethan now knew this, and he knew he had to kill him. He texted Y/N one more time.

Ethan

Don’t trust Chad.

11:35 pm

He grabbed his black robe, holding onto it with a firm grip as he stared down at it. He had never worn it before; tonight would be the first night. He shoved it in his bag, along with his knife, and walked out his apartment. It took him a half hour to climb the fire escape, the right one, to Tara and Sam’s apartment. He was clad in his mask and robe, knife in hand, as he watched through the window. He kept himself hidden, he shifted watching Chad and Y/N talk.

They were in different spots from when Ethan left. He assumed Tara and Sam got back, from the pillows and blankets that covered Chad and Y/N. Y/N was stretched along the couch as she curled herself under the blanket. Chad was on the adjacent couch, his head diagonal from hers.

Ethan reached in his pocket, grabbing his phone. He sent another text to Y/N.

Ethan

I need to see you rn.

12:56 am

please

12:56 am

He saw her phone light up on the coffee table. She sat her head up, reading the text, before laying back down.

Uh, Y/N? What the fuck was that? Ethan thought to himself. Was she ignoring him on purpose?

Inside, Chad and Y/N had been conversing about various topics. She brought up Chad’s childhood to try to distract him from the killings, like the best friend she was. They went from their childhoods to their exes, to their classes, and now they were talking about Ethan.

“So, the other day,” Y/N started awkwardly. She kept her sight on the ceiling.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Chad interrupted her, looking towards her. “Do you…trust Ethan?”

She turned her head towards him, slowly, with a dazed expression. She studied his face for a moment, trying to find any hint of unseriousness. He was serious, no doubt about it.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you trust him? Fully? How well do you know him?” Chad asked sternly as he sat up. He rested himself on his elbows, the blanket falling down to his waist. His shirt was slightly raised and showed a sliver of his stomach. Y/N glanced at the skin, but quickly looked back up.

She sat herself up and criss crossed her legs, situating herself. “I think I do.”

He nodded as he looked down.

Ethan stared at the two intently in rage. He saw what Chad was trying to do; lifting his arms up to reveal skin, shifting his hips towards her, it was everything Ethan had already done. He played this game before, hell, he won. He had been inside her, multiple times, Chad can’t say that, right?

The neckline of her shirt slid off her shoulder, revealing the top of her cleavage. Chad was shameless to say the least. He was staring at her like a piece of meat. He glanced at her lips, then eyes, and he rested his hand on top of his crotch. She looked at him longingly, not seeing Ethan fully in front of the window behind Chad.

Don’t do it.

She moved towards Chad, as if she was reaching out to him. Chad, of course, started to move towards her. They almost touched each other, until her phone rang. She flinched and looked at her phone, seeing Ethan’s profile picture glowing on the screen. Chad groaned and sat back on the sofa.

“Just-give me a second,” She rushed, grabbing her phone and walking to the bathroom. She locked the door and answered the phone. “Hey, what’s up?”

Ethan kept his gaze on Chad, who was scrolling aimlessly on his phone. “Hi. I miss you.”

She giggled softly, cheeks warm from hearing his voice.

“I miss you too.”

He couldn’t take it anymore; not feeling her body on his. Her voice alone was enough to tighten his pants. He slowly reached his hand down, fingers grazing his half-hard boner.

“I miss you,” he breathed heavily into the phone. He started palming himself at the sounds of her breathing. She let out a deep exhale at soft whine Ethan accidentally let out.

She sat herself down on the floor, hugging her knees. “Yeah? What are you doing?” She asked, already knowing the answer, as she slowly wrapped her thumb around the waistband of Tara’s shorts she was borrowing.

He hummed softly, his cock now fully out. He slowly slid his hand up and down his shaft, tensing everytime his thumb rolled over his tip.

“I think you know what I’m doing,” he moaned. She spit on her index and ring finger before reaching down and gently rubbing her clit. She imagined his rough fingers, touching her instead of herself.

Ethan moaned again, and he looked back into the window. His hand stuttered and stopped, looking at Chad. He was now sat by the bathroom door, the bathroom where Y/N was currently in as she touched herself, with his hand shoved down his boxers. Ethan yanked his pants back up as he stood, glaring at Chad. What the fuck? Was Chad, creeping on her? Listening and watching from outside? What a fucking dirtbag.

Ethan reached for his knife, white-knuckling his grip. “Ethan?” he heard her whine on the phone.

“I have to go.” he simply said before hanging up. He slowly started raising the window, keeping his gaze on Chad, who was now standing up. He stepped inside and creeped around the couches, and he saw Y/N open the bathroom door to look at Chad, but locked eyes with Ethan.

She screamed and pointed at him, which caused Chad to turn around. Chad’s eyes widened at Ethan, and Ethan jumped forward and sliced Chad’s arm. He let out a yell in pain as he clutched onto the wound. Y/N pulled him in the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it. Ethan stepped back, took a second, and started to kick the door.

Chad pushed his back against the door, groaning in pain as blood seeped down his arm. He looked at Y/N who was rapidly tapping on her phone before holding it up to her ear.

Ethan stopped, and he listened as she called the police. He felt something heavy hit his head and fell to the floor. He looked up and saw Tara, clutching a frying pan in her hands. He groaned as he held his head. She jumped at him as she swung again, but he ducked and kicked at her feet, her falling down.

He jerked her across the floor by her hair and stabbed her in her stomach twice.

“Fuck!” he heard Sam yell as she ran over to him pushing him off of Tara. Tara put pressure on her stomach as Sam grabbed at her. Chad and Y/N had come out of the bathroom now, staring in shock at the sight. Ethan looked between them, anger growing each time. He stood up and ran towards them, stabbing Chad in the side. He slid down the wall as Y/N held onto him. Chad grunted in pain, and before anyone could do anything, Ethan ran out.

He heard them groaning and yelling at each other as he ran down the stairs.

In an alleyway, Ethan leaned against a wall, chest rising and falling heavily. He gripped the material of his robe as he calmed himself down. He smiled, recalling the image of Chad as he stabbed him, the cries Y/N let out, all of it, felt so good. He knew his sister and father would curse at him for his little outburst, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to hurt Chad; the way Chad hurt him. He felt his phone buzzing, and he saw Y/N’s name pop up. He smiled at her concerned texts. He hoped Chad would back off now after tonight’s incident, he hoped Chad would bleed out before reaching the hospital, and he hoped Chad died knowing Y/N was never his. She would always be Ethan’s, and Ethan’s alone.

He looked down at his pants. He was still hard.

(Taglist: @leaveitbythewave)

#ethan landry x reader #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #jack champion #ghostface x reader #chad meeks x reader #mason gooding #ghostface

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yxami · 6 months

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Late Halloween celebration, happy nut or not November day 7

desc: yandere vampire x gn reader, mentions of obsession, stalking, slight manipulation, regular yandere stuff

All you could smell in this busy crowd of people was alcohol and mixes of perfumes and colognes. It was distracting and overstimulating to focus on that let alone the sheer volume of this environment.

But this wasn’t your first time at a party, and you could just dismiss it like always, as long as you had a friend with you.

Speaking of a friend, where is Sol? Didn’t he say he was going to meet up with you here?

You decide to go on your phone in a secluded corner you managed to find, wondering why he hasn’t responded to your messages. You let out a sigh and decide that he’s probably just busy and he’ll be coming soon.

“What are you sighing for?” Soleil pops his head out from above on the stairs, folding his arms to rest on the railing. “Did you miss me that much?” His eyes focus on your phone’s screen, noticing that you awaiting for his text.

“So cute” He said to himself, too quiet for you to pick up on. He liked that you were impatient to find him even when you just arrived at the party.

“Yeah, I guess so, um, who’s house is this anyways?” You say, brushing off his teasing and try to focus on something else. You actually weren’t sure who was hosting this party in the first place.

“No clue, I just got invited and I decided to come, of course, with you” He grins, holding your hand to lead you somewhere. “Why don’t we get away from this lame corner and find something to do” He hums, dragging you to the living room area of this giant two story house.

“Shouldn’t we find the others too?” You look around, wondering where your friends would be since he said they would also be here. “I didn’t really ask them where we should meet up” You go on your phone to text one of them, whichever contact popped up first while Sol was serving himself a cup.

“Nahh, it’s fine, they told me they’d be here soon” He swiftly pocketed your phone into his own, handing you what you assumed was his original cup before he served himself another.

“You sure? I thought they would be here by now” You frowned slightly, wondering why he grabbed your phone and didn’t return it back but you weren’t bothered enough to inquire about it.

“Mhm, they just texted me that they’re a few minutes away, drink some punch and let’s go dance” He checked his phone, pretending to see a notification that would never exist since they were never coming.

Sol only lied saying they would because he knew you would want a few more friends for comfort, but why would you need them when you have him? He’s the only thing you’ll ever need, and he’ll get you to understand that soon enough.

Even if it takes a bit of convincing.

You gulp down some punch, the sweet yet artificially made watermelon flavor went smoothly down your throat, although you could taste a hint of alcohol in it. Whether it was poorly spiked or originally mixed in, it wasn’t strong enough to bug you.

“See, if you went to more of these parties with me you’d be more comfortable” He slings his arm around your waist, even if it seems a little too intimate for a normal friend to do. He’s never followed basic standards of society and look at him! Still popular and booming with all types of crowds that would kill for his attention.

It might also have to do with his inhumanly attractive looks that would allow him to get away with anything but is it really his fault if he gets little greedy from time to time and uses it to his advantage?

Nah, at least he doesn’t think so, he’s always had humans wrapped around his finger since he first gained his vampiric abilities.

Soleil brings you on to the presumed dance floor by all the flashing lights and dancing people, bringing you up close, showing you each movement of his favorite dance. With his chest pressed up against yours to the point where you can’t tell if the quickened heartbeat your feeling is yours or his.

“It’s one three four two one, got it?” He whispers in your ear, making your face flush a new red you’ve never felt so you meekly nod against his shoulder, trying to listen to his directions so he doesn’t look at you.

He feels his fangs pop out from it’s usual retracted place, tempted to bite you from how good you smell, but he controls himself before his fangs could even graze against your skin.

“Then this is where I pick you up!” He puts his hands on your waist, lifting you up a good few inches off the ground, surprising you as you stare at him wide eyed, he looked like he enjoyed your shocked expression judging by his love struck smile before he lowers you back onto the wood floor.

“Fun right?” He giggles, instinctively fixing your hair since he always saw you doing it.

“God, you scared me, I thought you were about to drop me” You’re thankful that your face has cooled down since it would’ve been embarrassing if he caught you with blush poured across your cheeks for what seemed to be no reason.

“I’d never drop someone as beautiful as you” He coos, words coming out like slick honey and a bit too hasty. He wasn’t able to process how affectionate his words would sound until they slipped from his lips, he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, before stupidly realizing he could play it off as a joke like he always did.

“Aaaanyways, how about we get something to eat” He sheepishly laughs, still grabbing your hand as he leads you to the kitchen. He’s left wondering whether there was provided snacks or if he had to whip something up in this shit hole of a house.

If it turned out worse than he expected then he’d just take you to his house or yours and then an unexpected sleepover could happen, but he isn’t sure how much he would able to control himself since he’s seen how entrancing you look in your pajamas through your window.

The way your hair messily sits, your tired expression, the little snores you make when your in deep sleep while having a nice dream, he honestly can’t get en—

“Soleil?”

Shit, you look confused, why are you confused? He wasn’t listening, he was too distracted thinking about you.

“Sorry, I was busy thinkin’, what did you say?” He sets his drink down on the table full of discarded drinks now joined with his, he puts his full attention on you as you lean against the kitchen wall.

“I just said that it would be nice if we ate something from somewhere else, I don’t really wanna eat.. pizza from who knows where” You peered out the kitchen doorframe as you spoke, glancing at how unappetizing the paper plates covered in grease and pieces of soggy pizza looked.

“Yeah.. yeah! Let’s just go get something from McDonald’s, cmon we can take my car, you got dropped off here right?” It’s almost like a lightbulb lights in his head as he rushes you out the door, holding onto you as he did, he was so happy you practically read his mind about leaving.

“Yeah I was but what about our friends? They still have came, I think they’ll be ma—“ You were interrupted with him leaning over you to buckle you in his car and with his words.

“Nah, they’ll be fine, I’ll send them a text Kay? They probably think it’s already too late to go since the party’s dying out” He checks the time on his cars screen, pointing at it to prove his point.

“Besides, we can watch some movies when we get home, maybe you can even sleep over, do you wanna?”

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months

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Hii, I hope your day/night is going well! I don’t think you’ve ever been asked this from what I’ve seen; but do you have any idea how the NRC school system works? my pea brain I cannot figure it out for the life of me 😭 I know that they have magical subjects ofc (magical history, alchemy, etc.), and they also have the more practical ones like math (unfortunately), but they also mention having electives. I know Azul and Ace have mentioned sharing elective(s) with others, which just leaves me to wonder how many periods they have or if they rotate classes around each day if that makes sense? And on top of that, the lesson chat things of the characters (including upperclassman/people not in 1A with ADeuce?) saying they’ll go along with the schedule we [Yuu] have in mind for the day.

Sorry this got to be so long and you don’t even have to answer at all, just a question that’s been in my mind! :)

As far as I'm aware, we are not told much about how class schedules work at Night Raven College. We don't know how many classes there are in a day, or if the students take the same classes every day or have them on rotation (for example, Magic History on Tuesdays and Thursdays only). We can, however, do our best to extrapolate from what we have!

We have a partial schedule shown in the Episode of Heartslabyul manga (volume 2, chapter 8). In it, we follow Adeuce, Yuuken, and Grim through the school day and right up until lunchtime. They seem to have 3 classes (Alchemy/Potionology, Magic History/History of Magic, and P.E.) and then a lunch break. In book 7 of the game, Ace is having lunch and mentions his "next class" being in the lab, though it's not said what course that is. That line (assuming the "lab class" is Alchemy/Potionology) could imply the schedule is shuffled around depending on the day, but it's at best an assumption.

We also have an idea about a decent chunk of Azul's class schedule, if you can believe that. In 3-7, we get to see his first three periods (Music, Animal Linguistics, and Potionology/Alchemy, in that order). He then goes to lunch. This would seem to imply that all students have three periods and then a lunch break. We don't know how many periods follow after lunch, but I think a safe guess would at least another 3.

In Jamil's Lab Wear vignettes, we learn that class 2-C (Azul and Jamil) take Alchemy/Potionology after Riddle's class, 2-E, does. This means Riddle and Jade take Alchemy/Potionology or some other labwork for second period. We additionally learn in Jade's P.E. vignette that he and Riddle have P.E. for fourth period, which must be after lunch. This implies that required courses are likely taken with students in one's grade level and maybe homeroom, as this is true of Jamil/Azul and Riddle/Jade combos. This doesn't appear to hold true for electives like Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles and Poison Making/Poison Refining, which receives a mix of students.

I would be hesitant about treating Lessons as 100% canonical, as the gameplay elements of TWST sometimes contradicts the lore we are given in the story and voice lines. For example, you as the player are able to put first years, second years, and third years in the same Lessons when, in reality, this would not be feasible. Some courses would require prerequisites that the first years have yet to complete, and not everyone would realistically be choosing to take the exact same electives. Additionally, second years and third years would have to be taking different sections for some subjects which cover entirely different content than what is given to first years. (For example, students don't learn about the Righteous Judge until Magic History II, which you take in your second year. This is why the first years don't know who the figure is when asked about him in Glorious Masquerade.) I'm sure that some of the information dropped in Lessons are true (ie lines from the characters' Chats and the lines they drop during the actual Lessons/when they're gaining stars). However, the things directed at Yuu are dubiously true in my eyes since the pre-Lesson lines are directed as much at the player as they are to Yuu. They're lines meant to make the player themselves feel like they're forming friendships with the boys and participating in learning with them even though this (again) wouldn't make complete sense in-universe. Yuu can't use magic, so they wouldn't be able to participate in upper-level classes which require the use of magic. They wouldn't be following second and third years to those classes. It's also nonsensical to think that the school would allow for any student to just make up whatever schedule they feel like doing on the spot for the entire year. I believe the wording is like this ("Oh, I'll do whatever you want to do, Yuu!") for Lessons to, again, give the player a sense of freedom, and feel like they're taking initiative to bond with their favorite characters.

That being said, here's what else I could find regarding NRC's curriculum:

Crewel heads the Science department, Trein the Humanities, and Vargas Physical Education.

Students are not allowed to use UMs/signature spells during class. They are, however, allowed to use general magic if directed to by the instructors.

First year students focus more on concepts and theories. The older students have classes which involve more use of magic than theory.

There are sometimes joint lessons, or classes running concurrently with one another with students of different year levels involved.

History of Magic/Magic History seems to be a required course; its materials are divided up into different sections and taught based on your year in schooling. The Righteous Judge, for example, is covered in year 2.

Flight/Flying is described as an elective class; not many Pomefiore students take it.

Alchemy/Potionology is another required course; it seems to provide the base knowledge for potion making before students qualify for other more complex science electives. For example, Crewel berates the first years for touching equipment in the manga and instead has them identify plants.

All students must take Physical Education.

Some students remark on sharing electives with others. For example, Ace and Sebek are in Enigmics/Magic Analysis together, Deuce and Epel are in the same Flight class, Vil and Cater and Lilia take Poison Making/Poison Refining, Silver and Kalim share Astrology and Practical Magic, Jamil and Azul have Alchemy/Potionology, etc.)

Though all 22 NRC students have/will have an Apprentice Chef card, we don't have confirmation that they all took the elective in the main story canon. The exception is Sebek, who has a line in book 7 stating that he's glad he took the Master Chef course.

NRC offers electives like (Visual) Art and Music/Musicology, which encourages and expands one's imagination. This is important because spellcasting is enhanced by having a strong imagination.

The TWST 4koma shows us that third years are able to infuse their artworks with magic, thus bringing them to life. It seems that first and second years do not attempt this magic yet.

There is an elective called Animal Languages/Animal Linguistics, but the name is broad and doesn't specify which animals you're learning to communicate with. This appears to be similar to a real-life foreign language course.

Practical Magic involves using spell formulas in order to achieve a practical goal, such as autocleaning. This is a required subject; failure to pass means you are held back one year.

Enchanting objects is described to be a "basic, rudimentary magic" that even first years are capable of performing.

Physical Training and Swimming seem to be P.E. electives.

Electives we don't have much information about: Protection/Defense Magic, Summoning/Conjuration, Biology,

Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles is an elective designed to give the students the practical skills to provide nutritious meals for themselves. This and P.E. are meant to help keep the mages healthy and in good shape to perform their magic.

Enigmics/Magic Analysis is a mathematics-based course. Ace describes it as solving logic questions using formulas.

Ancient Magic involves reading old texts and deciphering their meaning.

Astrology involves reading the stars and using them to make predictions.

Third years must choose between Poison Making/Refining and Changes & Comparisons of Abbreviated Spells in Ancient and Modern Magic History as an elective. The latter is a lot of writing and making chronological tables.

To graduate NRC, students must complete mandatory off-campus internships in their fourth and final year. Third years attend an orientation meeting in the springtime to prepare them for the application process.

Internships begin in September, around the same time classes start. There are three periods for the internship; students can choose to remain at the same site or take up to three different internships, each lasting 3 months.

A student's internship site options will vary depending on the individual's electives, class credits, and grades.

Some internships require special technical exams and/or interviews. It is also possible that some internship sites will scout desired students in advance. This was the case for Idia, who was given several internship offers after his presentation at a cultural fair.

Each quarter, fourth years must receive an evaluation of B or higher, as well as submit a written report about their experience. A student must receive credit in at least 2 out of 3 internships in order to qualify for graduation.

There is a final exam you need to pass for graduation.

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pherelesytsia · 1 year

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Who did this to you? - 7

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.

Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearing, gun, fights

Word Count: 2.8k

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Rays, molten gold, heralding the dawn of a new day, a new chance, poured through the dense layer of wandering clouds. The smell of rain was in the air. Light beamed down on the couple, saying farewell to the man leaning against the door frame with his arms folded in front of his chest.

The mischievous grin had vanished from Alfie's lips, swept away by the wind. Smiling, he embraced Y/N wrapped in a warming blanket and a button-down reaching to her knees painted in blueish and greenish hues.

"I'm sorry. I had to do it, little one." Alfie whispered into her ear.

"Thank you," Y/N replied.

The woman, weakened by the burden, leaned her head against his chest, embraced him, but the fingertips did not touch. Her heart bore no hate for the man. His hands slid down her back and released her. The warmth, the sparkle in his eyes was gone and stared at the Shelby with a warning look. Alfie uttered no admonition, did not curse Thomas, but his eyes piercing the air spoke volumes, telling him to watch over her, to protect her with fists and heart, guessing if Thomas didn't change, he would lose the young woman forever.

"Thank you, Alfie." Thomas voiced.

The addressed nodded with a wicked grin as his tongue licked over his bottom lip.

"If the Shelby doesn't change, then you know where to find me Y/N/N." Alfie teased, yet there was a hint of seriousness in his voice.

Thomas rested his hand on her lower back, said nothing in response, had heard the words loud and clear, the judgment, the laughter, but the silver tongued man couldn't speak, nor raise his voice against the man who had saved his wife and allowed him to save the ruins, the debris of his from afar perfect looking marriage.

The delicate hand, giving him warmth and strength, the hope of a fairy-tale ending clasped his. The couple turned, walked towards the vehicle parked awfully a few steps away from the front door. Keys jiggled. Thomas readjusted the blanket wrapped around her shivering form, concealing her shoulders, had spotted the goosebumps spreading over her flesh conjured by the rising breeze and led his wife to the passenger side.

Elegantly, as if it was the first date, Thomas opened the door for his wife, lifted the blanket with sullied corners and closed the door. Smiling, he raised his right hand in a welcoming gesture, thanked Solomons again for what he had done and got into the vehicle.

Gasping, Y/N leaned her head against the window. The coldness eased the pain. Colours merged, the lush green of the trees with the wandering clouds engulfing the rising sun. Reddish rays kissed the awakening land. Cawing birds circled the fields and roes fled in great haste, jumping over fallen trees and hurdles into the forest. Trees fenced the deserted road. Words did not escape, but the silence was not troubling and Y/N thought she could hear the ravens singing.

He remembers, Y/N though. A weak smile spread across her lips. Thomas was reaching for her hand, fearing she would flinch, but Y/N let it happen, allowed him to clasp her hand. Wounds healed under his tender and caring touch. His thumb travelled in circular motions across her skin.

"I've taken the rest of the month off," Thomas announced.

His eyes slid to her, turned away from the uncrowded town, and followed the road leading through the awakening city. The shops were still shuttered and students, a few shopkeepers, bustled about in the streets still lightened by swaying lanterns. Patiently Thomas waited, hoping she would answer, but her lips were sealed, not seeming to want to speak, desiring silence to reign.

"I was thinking we could leave the town. I could rent us a hotel; we could spend a few weeks there and spend time together. Far from London, the family, my responsibilities and getting to know each other better. It would do us good." Thomas hesitantly continued.

A sparkle of hope ignited in his eyes.

"Of course, I understand if you don't agree. Please take all the time you need. I understand. I can wait." he added, sounding nervous.

Thomas looked with anticipation, a little sparkle of hope, down at this wife.

"It sounds nice," Y/N spoke.

Her gaze was focused on the road framed by houses mirroring each other, with gardens of wilting flowers and mourning trees, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her husband was smiling. The words were gentle, and she hoped he wasn't kind to lure her into his embrace, ashamed to file for divorce, fearing the stares people would give. Y/N chuckled, realised it was Thomas Shelby she was thinking about. A man women would kill for. A strange, indescribable feeling built up in her stomach. The pit deepened. Y/N leaned forward. Her eyes glided over the road, back and forth, from house to house. She tensed under his touch. Y/N searched for the answer. The pit in her stomach turned into a vortex, a wave swallowing life, islands and ships.

"What's wrong?" worriedly Thomas inquired.

The car slowed not to a standstill, rolled not faster than a walker. Fear reigned in his troubled mind, fearing the worst, found no blood escaping her limbs, an undying spring staining the rough fabric. Hectically, he searched for the reason for the pain, the fear in her watering eyes. Her fingers loosened in his touch, slipped away into the void, the source of darkness, all evil.

"Y/N/N." Thomas spoke with a breaking voice, rousing her from her rigidity.

Speechless, gasping, Y/N pointed at the house. The sun was rising, yet yellowish light was burning in the living room. The curtains were ripped in half. The door was ajar, opening in the falling and rising breeze. Lips did not touch. The rain had washed the traces of gore from the sidewalk.

Eyes grew dull, grey and misty, deep autumn.

Shaking, a muffled scream ripped through the silence. The brakes chased the birds lingering in the nests away. Ignoring the voice, roaring thunder, telling her to turn, Y/N jumped. Her throat was aching. Y/N did not turn, raced, heard his voice forcing her to turn, to wait, but she ignored him like a child. Pushing the gate open, she felt the stabbing pain in her side, but did not halt and followed the path.

A hand forced her to stop, to not dare to take another step. Thomas pressed her hard against his body, pushed forward and forbid his wife to enter the house. Y/N protested, cried out, screamed her name, struggled with veiled eyes, tried to resist, but Thomas was too strong.

He rose, a shield of protection, the last wall of defence, stronger and thicker, unclaimable by the enemy with ladders and spears. The shards on the floor, once a vase graced by hundreds of finely drawn ornaments, caused Y/N to gasp. Thomas placed his hand on her head, almost brushing her eye, felt the long lashes under his touch, covering her ear and feeling her shrieking heart colliding with his skin. Drawing the pistol, he aimed at the door, had searched for the enemy beyond the tinted windows, but no figures were lurking in the house.

"Stay behind. Do you understand?" he commanded, whispering into her ear.

It wasn't a question. Eyes grew in fear. She had never heard this sound in her whole life, had heard tales about it and the tone send a shiver down her spine. Before Y/N could tell him to wait, to ask to get someone so he wouldn't rush into the house alone, Thomas released her from his rigid grip. Cursing, Thomas kicked the door open. The doorhandle marked the wall, broke through the wallpaper and rammed into the porous wall. He stormed into the house. Thomas called out, but the second he stepped into the building he knew, felt it in every fibre of his body, that nobody was left there to suffer a slow death.

The receiver hung from the cord, dangling back and forth.

Swiftly Thomas searched the living room followed by the kitchen, shouting but getting no answer and when he was sure no one was hiding in the corners, he turned to face his wife rooting into the screaming wood. Y/N pointed at the receiver. She shielded her lips with her palm. Tears streamed down her face. She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn't do otherwise than stare at it, at the fragments crunching beneath his hasty steps.

Flowers were trampled, the reddish petals mudded and dried. Stains had eaten into the carpet and a dark crust had formed. Nail had left deep marks on the wallpaper, a cat scratching the wall to sharpen the claws or hoping to get the owner's attention. The coat lay on the floor, arms outflung with missing buttons.

"Peggy?", "Peggy!" she cried out.

Y/N screamed, awoke from a stupor. As if stung by a bee, Y/N ran up the stairs, ignoring the pain sweeping through her body. Healing wounds tore open. Gasping, Y/N took two steps at a time, tried three but failed, and pushed the door to Peggy's room open. A sickening sweet floral scent benumbed her mind. The room was pristine, free of the traces of a struggle. The bed was untouched. Not wasting a moment to close the door, she ran on, rushing into each of the rooms, but found nothing, not her parents, no soul nor an intruder.

A glimmer of hope sparked in her chest, heard the deep voice echoing through the house, soothing her heart and soul. She leaned forward, suddenly realising it was all her fault, that they were not interested in Peggy but in her, in the man on whom revenge had to be taken to gain money or weapons. Tears ran in rivulets. Slowly Y/N turned around, looked at the stairs, felt nothing, empty and devoid of emotions, and followed the hush voice.

Clouds swallowed the sun, and darkness cascaded across the wooden floor. The water, the rain smothered the spark, had hoped he was talking to Peggy, but Thomas held the receiver of the phone in his hand with the gun in the other and spoke harshly with the person on the other side. Her heart contracted. This can't be happening, Y/N breathed, cursing herself. Thomas did not hear his wife, the stairs moaning under her weight. Her eyes fell on the paper, crumpling under his firm grip.

"Thomas?" Y/N whispered.

Abruptly, without saying farewell, Thomas ended the call and stuffed the lump of paper into the pocket. He took a blanket, lying on the floor and ran up the stairs and it was the moment she realised the blanket had slipped from her shoulders.

"Thomas. What have you found?" she continued, suspecting the worst.

The smile healed her soul.

"Don't worry. I have everything under control. Everything is fine. In a moment, Arthur and the others will arrive. Polly and Ada will take you home and tend to your wounds. You will take a warm bath and eat dinner. Ada baked a cake and before you know I will be with you," Thomas replied.

Lowering the blanket on her shoulders, he ran his palms over her upper arms, giving her warmth, and placed his lips on her forehead.

"Peggy's not here. She's gone. Is that blood? What have you found?", "I'll take care of everything. Don't worry. Everything's fine." Thomas spoke like a mantra but the words failed to calm her, aroused fear.

"It's my fault," Y/N uttered with widened eyes.

Hands gave her support, held her on her feet, clasped her, pressed her form to his chest and led Y/N down the stairs. Thomas suppressed the urge to curse like a sailor, sealed his lips shut, feeling the healing wounds as they tore open again, and continued to caress her back.

"No, my dear, it's not your fault, you're not to blame.", "No, it should have been me. They wanted to kill me. They want to harm you. I'm the weakest link in the chain and they've got Peggy. They were watching the house; they didn't realise I was long gone and maybe they did, but before they could do anything, Alfie was there." Y/N cried out, swallowed half the words.

His loving eyes settled on hers and she paused.

"It's not your fault. My love, please. You're not to blame for anything that happened. I'll find Peggy. I know where she is. She's alright.", "There's blood. Tommy. That's blood. Peggy is injured. That's her blood, Tommy." Y/N screamed into his shoulder.

Her fingers clawed at his coat. His hands cupped her face, forcing her tenderly and yet with strength to face him. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs. His warm breath touched her cheeks, but he could not banish the callousness, the blush akin to when a lover spoke words of affection. The hesitance was gone. Thomas embraced his wife, placed his hand on the back of her head, not allowing her to observe the chaos more closely, guessing what had happened, knowing it, feeling it in every fibre of his body, knew when Peggy had screamed that someone had attacked her, that someone had followed her to at least complete the order on some aspect.

Wheels screeched. Curses broke the silence and woke the neighbours from a deep slumber. Confused, Y/N looked around, wanting to know what had happened, and Thomas breathed the answer into her hair. Arthur followed by the rest of the family, John and Polly stormed into the house like an armada with guns drawn, prepared to kill anyone daring to stand in the way, but they all came to a halt, shocked, not trusting their eyes, seeing Y/N in her husband's arms, had assumed it was her who was in danger.

"I will not leave you alone," Y/N murmured.

Thomas chuckled.

"You forgot who you married. Yes, you will, Ada and Polly will take you home, you will be safe there, Arthur and the others will accompany me." Thomas answered.

He stroked her tousled hair and whispered promises into her ear. The protests died in the ocean of affection, words sounding too wonderful, out of a romance, too good to be true.

"Solomons will ring our bell, let him in. He will look after you and ensure your safety. Where is Polly?" Thomas addressed Ada.

She nodded fleetingly, drew nearer to the couple, ashamed she had never let Y/N know how much she liked her, knew as a woman she was the one who should have welcomed Y/N into the family with open arms. Ada slipped out of the coat and put it on her shoulders.

"She is preparing a bath and necessary things," Ada answered.

Cautiously, fearing Y/N would flee, she placed her gloved hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Eyes fluttered open and Polly smiled and Y/N did not return it.

"I can buy another one," Ada assured, motherly.

She brushed the loose strand behind Y/N´s ear, answered the unspoken question, drawing Y/N´s attention to herself and not to the debating and cursing men.

"Don't worry, we will take care of you. Polly is cooking a soup, and the blankets are warming up by the fire. We will eat cake, and after the bath, you can go to sleep." she spoke in a soothing tone.

Thomas placed his wife in the care of the woman welcoming her with a gentle voice and outstretched arms. Ada did not give the woman a chance to reconsider. A veil of pure darkness settled on his striking features. Nostrils flared. Thomas cursed. His flexing hand slipped into his trouser pocket, retrieved the wrinkled paper, and handed it to Arthur. Eyes focused on the delicately curved initials, representing a name they all knew. Dry, bitter laughter mixed with bloody murder. Down the long road, the women went on, away from the gruesome scene and Y/N, too exhausted to fight, to raise her voice and speak her mind, let it happen, oblivious to the commotion in the house.

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Want to know what weird? Henrik Palm was in a band called In Solitude and they sound like pre-lawsuit Ghost. Why can’t Tobias Forge come clean about the ghouls involvement with Ghost?

Just of curiosity, how do you expect me to respond if you come here making statements like this? Like are you trying to shake me up? Do you think I'm gritting my teeth here typing this out? Well boo hoo, unfortunately for you I am a very patient person :-)

Yes, I guess there are some similarities between In Solitude and early Ghost (and a dozen other bands, duh) but they cannot possibly stem from Henrik because he simply wasn't yet involved with Ghost during the time Opus Eponymous or Infestissumam were made. He joined in March 2015 during the recording of Meliora at the recommendation of Klas Åhlund, so I'm not sure if he and Tobias even knew each other prior to that. He was in the band for a little over a year. If you happen to hear any similarities on Meliora, it most likely comes from the fact that Henrik laid all of the lead guitars and bass on that album, and every guitarist has their own unique way of playing. The extent of his involvement isn't a secret, it's not forbidden knowledge guarded by the evil Tobias Forge. He was a valued member of the band, literally so - he had the highest salary from all the ghouls, probably because Tobias knew what an asset to the band he was. He is a very skilled musician and there is also no denying that Meliora would not have sounded the way it does if it hadn't been for his contributions in the studio as the guitarist. But he did not write any of the songs. He played them according to the demos prepared by Tobias and Martin, and based on Tobias's instructions, which he made very clear had to be followed exactly the way he explained them, and no diversion was allowed. As a matter of fact, there was an instance during the recordings when Tobias got pissed about someone changing something, and it had to be re-recorded the way he intended. It was a minor thing and if such a minor thing put him off balance, how do you imagine he'd allow actual significant changes to his work?

How come none of the lawsuit-ghouls' claims pertained to music ownership and royalties? How come none of them came forward with a claim or evidence that they are the rightful creators of song X, Y, or Z? Simple, because they did not create them. Those who were involved, anyone who actually collaborated with TF on the writing of the music, had been properly credited and is getting their royalties every month. By the way, does it not speak volumes that Martin Persner, the only ghoul who had an actual, palpable impact on the band (musical, visual, and other), did not sue Tobias and speaks of him highly to this day, despite their personal differences?

Listen, I actually have no issue discussing the lawsuit as it is part of the band's history and I understand it piques people's curiosity, but man, it's been almost 7 years. It's over, the case was settled meaning they reached some kind of an agreement. So let's move on maybe.

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Something with the Volturi, literally can be anything.

Poly Volturi x Reader

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Time it took me: 2 hours and 2 minutes

Word count: 1839 words

To anon~ Hello lovely! I hope you liked it, I did! I was excited seeing your request for something with the volturi. I just couldn't wait to write it. Let me know if you want more like this! <3

The arms around you wrapped onto you tightly. The music in your headphones was blasting a little too loud but you didn’t mind. You're basically in heaven right now. You felt the energy around you change and the tempo of Caius leg bouncing change. This let you know immediately that something was wrong. Taking off your headphones while opening your eyes that were previously closed, you were faced with Caius red eyes staring straight ahead with a deadly glare. Different from the one that was always on his face. You had taken your headphones off just in time to hear the end of the growls that were coming from your other mates.

You were currently sitting on Caius’s lap who was sitting in his throne. You were the only one who was allowed up here like this of course. It’s not like you hadn’t fought for this spot. All of your mates and all of the kings were considered for your safety as “We have a lot of enemies.” But you assured them that you would always be safe with them all in the room. So you were then granted permission to sit with the kings in the throne room during trails. Which didn’t matter cause you knew you were going to be in there anyways. You 're the future queen for heaven's sake.

“You keep your mouth shut about things that have nothing to do with you.” Caius growled out. Sending waves of vibrations through his body making you shiver. You always liked the way he would growl when he was mad. It made you feel some type of way if you know what I mean.

“I-Her music is very distracting! I can’t concentrate on the words coming out of my mouth!” The scared vampire kneeling stuttered out making you tear your eyes away from caius. You could stare at him all day if you could.

The vampire looked terrified. He was shaking, his clothes were wet. You wondered if Felix and Demetri had to chase him through a lake or something as they were also wet. The two were holding him down to kneel in front of the kings as he tried to run away once already. You knew he was guilty of his crimes. You could smell it. And so could everyone else.

“You wouldn’t have to think about anything if you weren't lying.” You stated, making all eyes turn to you. The kings had always preferred you to be silent so no unnecessary attention was drawn to you. You never listened. I don’t think they ever expected you to either. You’d always randomly laugh during trails. Or sing random words from songs that were stuck in your head. Or throw out random compliments to your mates or the other kings.

“I-I’m not lying I’m telling the truth!” He said, stuttering.

Swinging your feet you stared at the vampire tilting your head you simply said. “Was that also a lie? You know after all these years of living or dying, Whatever you call it. I’d think you would’ve mastered the art of lying.”

Your comment brung a evil smile to Caius' face. His eyes were full of adoration 24/7 whenever he looked at you.

“The level of the future queen's music should be of no concern to you.” Aro said, turning his head back to the Vampire. They always took pride in calling you their queen. Seeing that you were still human kinda shocked you but I guess there's an exception for mates.

“Mia cara, put your contraption back on and relax please.” Marcus said softly. You knowing exactly what was about to happen. You put your headphones back on. Turning the volume back up you closed your eyes and relaxed in Caius' grip. You felt Caius drawing patterns on your leg and his bouncing went back to normal. Kinda putting you in a rocking motion. You were very relaxed. You felt safer than ever. Somehow you fell asleep because when you woke up next you weren't in the throne room. Confusion ran across your face until realization came across you and you remembered that this was Jane’s room.

“Finally you're awake. You slept for hours.” Jane said, making you roll over to face her. Her face sparkled a little as some sun was coming through her balcony. You always loved watching her sparkle. You always teased her about being the bright star on earth. She’d always tell you to stop but you swear if she could she’d blush and be as red as a tomato all the time.

“You missed me?” You smiled up at her.

“Of course not you were right here this whole time. How could I possibly miss you?” Jane said with a straight face but couldn’t help herself with stroking the side of your waist. All of your mates had a favorite spot on your body they just looked to touch. It’s like you were just a stress ball for them. Made for them to grip, rub, bite etc. You loved it.

“But you stayed and watched me sleep? That sounds like fan behavior to me.” You stated softly dragging your fingers against her cheek. She leaned into your hand telling you she loved it.

Jane was the hardest out of all your mates when it came to physical touch. You thought Caius would be the hardest to get to seeing as his awful hate to humans. But you're convinced that Jane’s is 10x worse. Rightfully so as her past with Humans wasn’t so good.

“I couldn’t just leave you alone.” She softly said with her eyes closed. She relaxed in your touch bringing a bigger smile to your face.

“Why not? Scared someone would come in here and snatch me away?” You giggled. Making her snap her eyes open bringing you to a halt with everything you were doing. Including breathing.

“If someone dared to lay a hand on you I’d kill them all. Everyone, no hesitation.” Jane said sternly. Her piercing red eyes would scare any normal person, but with her words and lovely eyes you knew damn well you weren’t normal. Because with all of those things combined you felt Loved.

“I know you would but I’m okay so you can relax, pretty girl.”

“I am relaxed.” She said, You shook your head and brought her in for a kiss. Just a soft reassuring kiss.

Jane responded to the kiss by pulling you closer to her by your hair deepening the kiss. It was a little aggressive but you knew that she was being gentle. She and Caius had a hard time being gentle but you loved them nonetheless. A few minutes into a kiss that was supposed to last only for a few seconds a knock was heard on the door.

You pulled away getting off her lap which was where she pulled you to a minute after the kiss got deepened. Making Jane huff in protest.

“Brother, go away!” She only but slightly raised her voice knowing he could hear her.

“Sister it is now my turn, You said when she awakened I could spend time with her. She’s awake, I hear her.” Alec’s voice mumbled through the door.

Kissing Jane on her nose you smiled at her getting up from the bed.

“I’ll be back later.”

“But-”

“You're the one who told him he could spend time with me after I had awakened, I didn’t agree to that. I’m only keeping your word, My pretty girl.” You smiled seeing her face which you knew she was flustered but also annoyed. The moment you opened the door you were snatched up by multiple hands making you squeal out in surprise. Wind rushed through your hair and hit your face. The world was blurry around you. It made you sick. You closed your eyes tightly in attempts to help with the splitting headache that you knew was on the express train to your head.

Finally you were put down on your two feet so suddenly making you stumble and hold your head. You already knew what was happening. You were being ambushed by Alec, Felix and Demitri. Your other mates. They liked to just grab you and run away no matter how many times you told them that their speed made you feel sick. They would always get cocky with themselves after you said it, so you stopped.

“What the hell again?!” You yelled out the moment you could hold yourself up without swaying side to side. All you got in response was chuckles and laughs from your lovers.

“I swear you guys may be older than the sun but you fucking act like you where born yesterday! How many times do I have to tell you that that shit makes me feel sick! My human shit can’t handle that! One of these days I’m gonna throw up on all of you and I’m not going to feel bad!” You ranted on holding your head as you felt the headache you were talking about earlier come on.

“I’m sorry La mia bella ragazza.” Demitri said softly, coming up to you to wrap you around in his arms. He kissed your forehead in an attempt to make you feel better. You mumbled a few cuss words into his chest making him laugh softly.

“I know I know, we just wanted to try and spend some time with you before Caius came back from feeding.” Demitri said.

“We didn’t think you would sleep the whole day away in Jane’s room. It’s almost like you like her more than us or something.” Felix said. Even with your face hidden you knew that that 6 '7 teddy bear was pouting about you sleeping too long with someone else that wasn’t him.

“Cauis said he wanted to capture you in your true beauty when he was done feeding. So with that information we knew you’d be gone for the rest of the day tucked away with the king.” Alec said coming up to you behind your back. Your face was still in Demetris' chest as Alec wrapped his arms around you from behind so he could kiss your neck softly. You let out a soft moan in response.

Felix seeing this he came up to the on space that was available. With both sides of your neck now being kissed you had no choice but to keep your eyes closed and let out small whimpers. You were surrounded by three pieces of your heart. You felt nothing but happiness and joy right now. You can’t even remember what your life was like without them. Your lovers. You always felt safe. You never had to question if you were loved. They would always show it without you even asking. What more could you ask for?

“Mia cara! Where are you? I had that horrible excuse of a receptionist gather more paint for us now, come!” You heard Caius yell out.

Except more time.

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