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beautifulsnake2162020 · 1 year

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200 followers 😲

OMG Thank you to everyone who followed me and who wants to put up with my shenanigans in my various interests.

I still can't believe it 😅

Here's a little Higher Intervention drabble from Aemond's POV of what has happened over Parts 8 or 9 and going on to Part 10.

If you wish to read the previous parts (which I recommend you do if you haven’t read them yet):

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora @mxrgodsstuff @thepowerstoner

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess @princeaemonds because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

"Aemond - oh Aemond what have I done?"

She asks worried as finally let's go of my hand as she glances at the three new baby dragons that had just been bestowed on her.

I'm going to kill them.

Especially Balerion for causing her to feel this way in what should have been a celebration of her nameday and our engagement. Had I known that this is how today would end then I would have cancelled the counsel meeting for today and spent it celebrating our engagement privately with her. The risks I've taken finally reaped the rewards, and finally the woman who had brought me my desire to rule next had accepted my proposal.

Once I escorted her publicly to her chambers with a new basket given to her by her handmaiden Kayla, to carry her three new sleeping dragons; I head to my own chambers to quickly dress down and then I headed for the passageways leading to her room. She was in her shift as she was gazing in the basket on her lap by the fire. The brand scar of the Seven pointed star still prominent on her hind neck. When I felt it this morning as we were kissing and when I lead her to the couch without breaking our kiss, I reminded myself of the promise to love and protect her.

Alys, the one who has given me her love for all these years. Who has given me the opportunity I've been waiting for but had never had. She, the very person who has sought to relieve my pain in my flesh and in my being...she did all of that at the cost of her own sanity and life.

I will not let her sacrifices go in vain.

"Alys?"

"Thank you for coming Aemond."

I sit beside her as she places the basket of her gifts on the table. She goes into my arms as she lays her head on my left shoulder. I embrace her with my left arm as my right hand meet her left and our fingers intwine. Her seven pointed star on the palm of her hand, like her brand on her hind neck served as a reminder of what she went through. How I dreamt of making them bow before I brand them with my own mark as revenge for what they did to her. All their excuses of religious persecution fell on deaf ears as I remember putting them in thumbscrews and spiked metal boots as I personally oversaw their torture.

She almost died in their hands.

She almost died because of my stubbornness and pain.

And yet she still accepted me, accepted my proposal even after knowing that the same flaws that condemned her are the very same that lead the attack against her captors.

I remember how a part of me died when she was finally in my arms, all the while thinking that I was the Stranger coming to get her. How frail, and easily bruised she was. I never thought anyone could look worse than the King, but seeing her, and carrying her that night as I carefully mounted Vhagar while protecting her from the smoke...and spending at least one year waiting for her to heal and recover thanks to the Holy women...the only thing that kept me from hunting more of her fucking survivors was becoming the next ruler through her solution.

"Why me? What is so special about me that they think I'm worthy of being a Goddess? All I've ever wanted was for there to be peace. I could think of several people who would make better Goddesses than me. Is it because of my mysterious powers? The powers that have caused me to be careful and cautious? There are many others who have similar powers, why pick me when there are so many others?"

There she goes again, underestimating herself.

"I may not know their reasons why they chose you. But I could understand why anyone would want to make you into one."

"Aemond."

"You have the ability to see what many cannot, including me. You also have the ability to make the impossible possible. Your ability to love, to be full of life, to forgive...to forgive people who don't deserve it...I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be a Goddess."

She presses herself against me as I adjust to accomodate her. I press a kiss on her forehead. She leans in toward my lips and I let them stay on the same spot on her forehead.

"This coming from a devout member of the faith?"

"For all I know, the Seven might have been the one to convince you to forgive me. Had I been in your place I might have made myself suffer a bit more."

"Let's not compare our sufferings. I'm more confused that for those three being Gods how could they not know that it is with you I want to spend the rest of my life with? Even if it won't be as long as the life of a Goddess."

"Then I shall fight for you."

"You're the King in waiting, you should fight for this realm."

"And as my Queen, that includes protecting you."

"Not at the cost of the people."

"And if the people themselves want to rally behind it?"

She was silent but she understood.

"What I'm saying is that I will do whatever it takes to protect you."

"And if a higher power intervenes? What then?"

"Then I too will consult other higher powers to do what must be needed."

Satisfied with your answer she gets up, taking my hand she leads both of you in bed.

"Just hold me for tonight."

"I'm here, I'm here."

We share a few more chaste kisses before I feel her fall asleep in my arms.

Balerion, the Storm God, they will pay for causing her to feel this way.

The Red God, he will still feel my wrath. But since it is because of him and his fires that she was still breathing in my arms, he won't suffer from the pain I will inflict on the other two. The Red God was the most decent out of the three of them.

I was right to be suspicious of them. How it seemed that whenever she was with either of them, she was covered in a shroud that prevented me from seeing her or hearing her. How it was only when I escorted her that this mysterious shroud was not in place.

And now that he has revealed his true nature, then at least now I know roughly what he was capable of.

Soon quite rapidly many revelations were finally coming to light.

I already knew there was something special about her even before she had powers. It was hard to explain, but whatever it was had drew me to her. To now know that she was a Goddess - no, she was more than that - a being called an Endless, and that she was the very personification of life force, energy, and vitality in itself...it encouraged me to fight for her.

I may not know nor truly understand why she, a powerful being would take the time to allow herself to spend a lifetime as a mortal. But while she was here, now and in my life, I will love her, fight for her, protect her.

And if they still refuse to accept her rejection of them.

I will make them pay.

I won't hold back.

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smallchildyue · 2 years

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Happy birthday Dazai !

Didn't have time for a fanart like I did last year but I've been writing a fanfic for the occasion ! It's all about birthday cakes, fire, alcohol and just the slightest sliver of angst cuz i'm just Like That.

Kudos to @jujouja for developing the concept with me since like 2020, how did you put up with my hyperfixation i do not know.

Also available on Ao3 and soon to be on Wattpad (french translation)

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- Hey, is everyone ready ?

The whispered voice echoed in the silence of the room, and its owner smirked as every other person present answered with determined nods, barely visible in the obscurity.

- Alright, then no one makes a sound. Here he comes…

The door opened in an ominous creaking and the light of the corridor illuminated the furniture, previously hidden since neither the switched off lamps nor the obstructed windows brought light to the office. In the backlight, a silhouette took a step, then another, the sound loudly resonating on the green floor tiles. It was a man, whose coat floated behind him as he drew closer to them. The newcomer stopped for a second, taken aback by the apparent lack of life in the office. His narrowed eyes scanned the room, in vain.

Concealed by the desks, seven people waited silently for the signal. A sharp gesture by the one at the front came and they all immediately jumped from their hideout. As one of them leaped towards the door to shut it, distracting the man with the coat, four quickly grabbed his arms and legs to keep him from moving. The lamps went on so suddenly that he lost precious seconds blinking, and he could only discern a woman with short dark hair and a sinister grin launching something unidentified in the air before a sticky substance covered his eyes.

- Surprise ! seven voices chorused.

Not just his eyes, actually, his entire face… And now some was falling onto his clothes and on the floor. Sticking out his tongue, he noticed that the sticky substance was oddly sweet. It almost seemed like...

- … Cake frosting ?

- Well, it’s a whole cake, but yeah, snickered a familiar feminine voice. Happy birthday, Dazai, hope you like your gift !

Birthday… ? Ah, right, today was his birthday. How his colleagues ever learnt this information was a mystery, but he understood what was going on, now. Feeling himself getting freed of the four people’s grip previously holding him, Osamu shook his head with a sneer. He then tried to open his eyes, only to shut them back right away.

- Aouch, aouch, that stings ! I have some in my eyes, he hissed, his pain only answered with laughter.

- Sorry about that, Dazai-san, Atsushi’s sheepish voice said. Don’t worry, we have another cake to eat.

- I’ll remember this, you traitors ! Even you, Atsushi-kun, who sided with them despite all the trust I had in you ! I’ll-...

- Yeah, yeah, stop whining and go wash yourself in the bathroom.

He gasped at Kunikida in feigned heartbreak and turned on his heels to leave the room. Though, as he paced towards the door, he felt the warmth of a fond smile lightening his face.

Once he had cleared it, as well as changed his vest and shirt, he came back to see that his coworkers had kept their promise and brought out a second cake. It was apparently a Japanese cheesecake, waiting to be cut on Ranpo-san’s desks - the latter who was currently talking with Naomi about something that sounded awfully like a video of the previous incident. His honor had been compromised and he wouldn’t let this slide, but that was a matter for future him. For now, everyone had gathered around the cake, ready to eat. Even the boss and Haruno had come out of the office.

- Alright, time to cut this ! Ranpo-san said, his eagerness showing obviously.

- Hey, wait a second now, we still have to sing !

- Awn, Kunikida-kun, is that really necessary ? he whined.

The taller man looked at him in pure horror, as if what he had said was an offense to his whole family, or worse, to his cherished Ideals.

- I’m not a fan of it either but that’s how it’s done.

- Ahh… Seems like Mister Prime Minister of Procedure Land is at it again.

Jumping back numbly to avoid getting choked by an angry Kunikida - believe it or not, but he wasn’t into this kind of thing -, Osamu chuckled a little. It had been a while since he had heard someone sing him happy birthday… Feeling this memory starting to crack his neutrally pleased facade, he quickly shook it out.

- Happy birthday to you ! Happy birthday to you…

The song went on until the end in a joyful cacophony, everyone singing slightly off-key and discordantly. Quite far from what he had been used to. But it made things easier, somehow.

Well, still not quite easy yet.

- Dazai-san, are you alright… ?

- Hum ? Of course, he smiled at Atsushi-kun.

The worried young man kept looking at him, clearly still dubious - something perfectly reasonable. Osamu had always taken pride in his poker face, but when it was about him , it never was as good for some reason. That damn slug. Still, faking a smile was his daily routine, and after a slight adjustment and a singsung "Don't worry, I just thought of something unpleasant", he saw his pupil relaxing a little, his concern quickly replaced by a tilted head and visible curiosity he would be too self-conscious to satisfy. Well, he wasn't so keen to answer anyway.

- Hey, Atsushi, you're on candle duty, remember ? Hurry up, I'm hungry ! Ranpo-san's voice chimed in.

- Ah, coming right away ! ... It's a bit sad to think about upsetting things on your birthday... he mumbled, more for himself than for Osamu.

- Is that upsetting thing about Nakahara-san ?

Unfortunately, Kyōka-chan was both more knowledgeable about Port Mafia dramas and less self-conscious than Atsushi. It didn't really surprise him to hear her quiet voice in this situation, but after hearing his little hatrack's name everyone else had stopped talking. They all had different reactions, from tensing up like Kunikida to somehow cheering up like Kenji but, except for the boss who had gone back to his office, all of them stared at them. Even Ranpo-san took his eyes from the cake for a few seconds.

- Well, yes, he answered without losing his cheerful tone.

- Do you dislike him so much as to think about him on your birthday ?

Poor Kunikida, so far from the truth.

- Hum, Chibikko-kun often sang happy birthday to me back then, he scoffed, remembering the insults that replaced his name in the lyrics. Quite the show… I guess I must miss it.

- Eh ?! Atsushi-kun was still staring at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, but for a different reason now. I didn’t exactly imagine Nakahara-san would be the type to sing !

- He did have a nice voice, Kyōka-chan said.

- I meant that I didn't think he would want to sing, actually…

- Well, it’s not like he had the choice to begin with ! Osamu sing-sung.

The deadpan look in everyone’s eyes was worth every yen he’d made during his time as a mafia underboss, and a low chuckle escaped from his lips. Plopping himself up on a chair, he rolled it to the nearest desk - Ranpo’s, on which the cake still remained miraculously untouched. His elder’s half-closed eyes gleamed with what he interpreted as a sparkle of interest as he drew closer to him ; and for what wasn’t the first time, Osamu almost felt like a leaf in the storm. Or rather like a page from a novel, text written black on white and completely legible despite being torn apart. That was the effect Ranpo-san’s gaze had on things. He seemed about to say something, but was cut by Atushi-kun who, surprisingly, had also gained an interest in his past :

- Say, Dazai-san, could you tell us more about… This ?

- “This” ? he teased him, knowing fully well what the young man had meant.

- I mean… I’m a little curious about your past, I guess… I still can’t understand how a good person like you was in the mafia before.

- Do you think everyone in the Port Mafia is a bad person ? he asked, his smile growing careful.

Atsushi-kun raised his eyes in surprise, before sulking slightly.

- I sure know a few of them who are…

- And I knew a few of them who aren’t.

Or weren’t, he thought, but he had absolutely no desire whatsoever to engage on that topic right now. No matter how impactful they had been, ghosts ought to stay ghosts, and the past, the past. Moreover, his self perception was acute this morning, and this was not the place, nor the time for a melodramatic scene.

Osamu took a deep breath to calm his quickening heart. Only realizing how he had lost his composure and snapped at Atsushi-kun, he glanced at the poor boy. He had expected to see some kind of hurt on his face, but it only reflected a puzzled expression, all raised eyebrows and slightly squinting eyes. He wasn’t the only one, he noticed quickly, most of his colleagues had the same inquisitive look. Frankly, he had no idea why his past intrigued them so much - it wasn’t not like his former missions were something they’d enjoy hearing about. Thankfully, a chewing noise behind them took their attention away.

- … What ? Ranpo-san asked, his mouth still dusty from powdered sugar.

- With all due respect, you could have waited for us to put the candles on !

Kunikida’s attempt to reprimand the best detective amongst them fell flat as said detective took one more bite with a pleased hum (his slice had already been half eaten, but a glance at what was left of the cheesecake confirmed that he had generously served himself) and shot them one of his piercing gazes.

- If you want to blame someone, blame Atsushi-kun ! He’s the one who didn’t put them on. I did call him, hum ?

- Oh, no ! Logic from someone else, Kunikida-kun’s worst enemy !

- Hush, Dazai, his current partner snapped with a tone clearly indicating that he would have flipped him off, had he not been so polite.

As Atsushi-kun scrambled to put at least some candles on the rest of the cake, before borrowing a lighter from the boss to light them up, the rest of them surrounded him to pursue their semblance of an examination.

- What did you mean by “some who aren’t” ? Kunikida asked.

- That makes me realize we never asked you why you left the Mafia !

- Maybe you should rather ask why he joined it in the first place, Kenji-kun…

- Good point, Tanizaki, thank you for being one of the few sane people here.

- I don’t think I like the implication of this “one of the few”… Atsushi-kun sighed.

- Oho, is this turning into a fight~ ? It would be a shame if someone got hurt… !

- Yosano-sensei, no ! several voices chorused.

The Agency was always so noisy, so cheerful. It reminded him of the flickering light piercing through darker times, small moments of humanity tangled in between the grim daily life, the shootings, and the chilling bodies. Sinister, yet awfully fun jokes to detach oneself from the atrocities of this world. Photos taken by a surprisingly gifted bartender. Alcohol shared with comrades - no, with friends. A fond smile crawled on his face, almost genuine, then quickly disappeared as Ranpo-san's voice chimed in amongst the chaos.

- Since it’s question time, I have one. Did you intend to explain what’s going on between you and-

- Oh, fudge !

Oh, luck is on my side tonight, he thought as Atsushi-kun’s exclamation cut Ranpo and his sentence. How rare.

- What’s happening, Atsushi-kun ? Tanizaki inquired.

- …

- … Atsushi. Nakajima Atsushi, why is smoke coming from behind you ?

- I swear I have no idea how Ranpo-san's desk caught on fire !

Well, I take back what I just thought.

- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT CAUGHT ON FIRE ?! Kunikida-kun yelled so loudly the whole town must have heard him.

- I-I don't know ! I looked at Dazai-san one second and the next one it- !

- Shouldn't you put it off instead of talking ? he chimed in, grinning.

- Ah, right... Right ! Huuuh, what should I do ?!

The poor boy was completely freaking out, with reasons to do so, he guessed. The flames already licked the side of the desk, ramping from paper to paper and consuming the wood at high speed. Fire always started so quickly… A few minutes, and all it left behind was bright red embers, clashing on gray ashes and black scorching traces. Colors like this always reminded him of the past, for some reason. Familiar, and quite unpleasant. It reminded him of an old photo in the newspaper, a small truck completely burnt down. It reminded him how he had learnt about the incident just a bit too late.

- Someone get some water ! Ah, it spread to the carpet, hurry ! Tanizaki-kun said, bringing him back to the present.

What am I doing, ressassing that ?

- Naomi, go call the boss !

- Kunikida-san is right, but what about the firemen, too… ?

- We’re the Armed Detective Agency, shouldn't we be able to handle this ? Yosano-sensei came back with two bottles of water that she promptly gave to Tanizaki-kun, as well as a bottle of wine.

- That's clearly not in our qualifications and unless someone here suddenly develops the ability to control fire, or water, or anything that might actually help, it's clearly better to call some competent people.

- Aw, too bad. I really hoped I would have someone to heal after that… Well, if somehow one of you gets injured, I’ll be there ~.

The doctor shook her head in disappointment and leaned against the wall right next to Osamu, handing him a glass that he took with a smile. They both raised a toast. To what ? He didn’t know.

The rest of them tried to put off the fire, alas uselessly. Those carpets hadn’t been a great idea, it seemed, and soon enough the smoke was so thick that they understood their powerlessness. Some must have reached the corridor, as the fire alarm started blaring at that exact moment. Well, it settled the debate about whether to call the fire department or not, as they were instantly notified when one of those alarms went on. He took a sip of his glass, intrigued about the new development.

- What in hell is happening here ? the boss hissed, his voice booming in the chaos despite not having been raised.

Of course, he had to answer, this was a golden occasion that he couldn’t let slide.

- Atsushi-kun set the office on fire !

- I-I’m sorry ! It was an accident !

The boss glared at the both of them, before sighing deeply - and Osamu almost felt some guilt about his own cheerful tone and expression.

- I imagine the firemen are on their way. Let’s leave.

Osamu exhaled a low hum while observing Kunikida-kun, Atsushi-kun and some others as they grabbed their most valued belongings. Wasn’t it quite amusing how, despite knowing they should hurry to exit and get away from the raging flames, people always spat on reason in these situations ? They couldn’t bear the thought of letting what they owned turn to dust, it seemed. Not two of them wanted to save the same thing, but they were all similar in that wish to preserve. They said people’s true nature shone in dire circumstances, and Osamu believed it was true.

They left one by one, some going through the office door without looking back, some doing so.

- Shouldn’t we be more anxious about the Agency’s office getting destroyed ? Atsushi-kun said, being one of them. He squeezed his bag against his chest, throat tightening in some blatant mixture of guild and fright.

- I mean, you’re not wrong, but… Honestly, I think it was bound to happen sooner or later.

- Nii-sama is right, it’s not like this never happened. Don’t worry too much !

- Excuse me ? “Don’t worry too much” ?! You’re clearly not the one who’ll have to send yet another apology email ! Are none of you aware of how much it’s throwing my planning off ?

- C’mon, Kunikida-kun ~. Don’t yell so loudly, people are watching us weirdly ! Osamu scoffed, although his shrieks had had the merit to lighten the mood.

- Hah, like all the time, most of it being your damn fault ! And also, I’M NOT YELLING !

- Yes you are, so be quieter, I’m trying to finish this cake in peace.

- … Sorry, Ranpo-san, his partner apologized to the pouting detective.

Osamu looked askance, gazing at the five familiar black towers that dominated the city. It was only about ten in the morning, but it wasn’t like they could go back to work with that fire inside, right ? Plus, missing some days of work wasn’t new to him, the worse he would have to face would be a sermon from Kunikida-kun that he would easily tune out. He let his colleagues behind him, the sound of their agitated discussion fading away, among the background noises with each step he took.

Atsushi laughed nervously at the newest dispute between his Agency colleagues. This one was about the many complaints they received each day, most of them because of Dazai-san just as Kunikida-san as said earlier. He couldn’t really deny it, but he didn’t really have any right to criticize the older man after everything he had done to help him, right… ? He supposed staying out of this one would be better. Weirdly, the main interested party didn’t pipe a word to defend himself, unlike what he usually did. Turning around, he quickly understood why by noticing Dazai-san’s absence.

- Wait, where is Dazai-san ?

- Hum ? Oh, I did think it became quieter, all of a sudden, Yosano-san said, checking around her as well.

- Where did this sorry waste of good bandages go, again ?

A silence fell after Kunikida-san’s question, only broken by Kyōka-chan’s little voice.

- Should we go check the river ?

- Nah, it’s fine, this man’s unkillable. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.

If the doctor of the Agency said so, it must have been right, but the nonchalance they all had about this never failed to take him aback.

As for her, Kyōka nodded silently. After all, during the few months she had spent under Akutagawa-san’s supervision, she had had plenty of occasions to hear about Dazai-san’s tendencies. From his former subordinate, of course, but also by almost everyone else. Four years later, he was still somewhat of a legend down there. Maybe even more than when he had been part of the Mafia, she thought, since after all someone leaving such an organization would make a lot of noise. Sometimes, Kyōka wondered if they talked about her. She hoped not.

- Talking about Dazai, am I the only one wondering what’s his deal with that gravity wielder ? They aren’t exactly known for getting along when they were partners, right ? But, earlier…

- You mean that look on Dazai’s face ? Kunikida-san answered Yosano-sensei. I also thought he looked odd at that time.

- Well, doesn’t he always ? Tanizaki-san scratched his neck, looking doubtful, and everyone seemed to agree.

- The reason it looked odd… Maybe it’s because unlike most of the time, we got a glance at his true feelings… she started. A few pairs of eyes turned to her, like they expected her to divulge something, and Kyōka thought about it for a few seconds… but this information wasn’t hers to reveal. Just an impression.

- I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me if you were right, Atsushi-san said, and it took all of her self control to not spill everything on the spot.

- Oh, this reminds me that I already talked about it with Mister Nakahara, once ! Kenji-kun added in his usual gleeful voice. He said Dazai-san’s name a few times when we were chatting, but as soon as I asked him about it, he just did that reeeaaally long sigh !

- Wait, what ? When did you even chat with that guy ? Yosano-sensei asked with a legitimate surprise.

- When he treated me to lunch, of course !

- When he what, now ? Kenji-kun, he’s part of the Mafia ! You can’t just hang out with him like that !

- But he’s always been very nice to me… ?

Tanizaki-san looked at Kenji-kun like he didn’t understand how the latter could even believe that. She thought about it, trying to remember what she knew about the mafioso, which wasn’t a lot, she figured. Aside from the fact that he was an underboss, and one of, if not the best fighter in the organization, she had also heard a lot about his legendary temperament, though she hadn’t had the occasion to cross paths with the man herself. But, she also remembered his subordinates claiming that their boss wasn’t nearly as cruel as some others were, so maybe it wasn’t that weird.

- He may be one of those “Port Mafia good persons” Dazai-san talked about.

- Well, maybe… When we saw him that one time, he didn’t seem unreasonable despite his brash behavior, Yosano-sensei admitted to her. But it still doesn’t explain a thing about Dazai’s behavior, they still hated each other’s guts.

- Hey, I have an idea ! Let’s just ask Ranpo-san what he thinks about it !

- Good idea, Atsushi-san, or it would be if he hadn’t left because he accidentally dropped his glasses while we exited the office, Naomi-san said.

The older boy sighed, looking like he had been completely defeated.

The sun was setting down, and now the towers casted their shadow, spreading their darkness further and further on Yokoyama. On the other side of the city, in one of those little alleys parents tell their children not to go to, Osamu walked in silence. He wasn't a child, after all, and had no parents to warn him about the dangers roaming in the downtown streets, so he strode fully at ease, although with a hint of caution. This had been his territory, and he knew some people who wouldn't be too keen on seeing him here again. Nothing he couldn't deal with of course, but he'd rather save himself the hassle. Trying to escape from Kunikida and the others had been enough of that.

Humming a familiar melody under his breath, he took a few more turns before stopping under a well-known white, black and red ensign. Night hadn't fully fallen yet, but the pathway seemed bathed in the same odd obscurity as always. He pushed the door, revealing the grim hallway he used to walk down with a pleasant expectation, but now only awoke a bitter indifference in his heart. As he arrived at the end of this corridor, he went down the flock of stairs that led to the underground pub room.

- Welcome, the old bartender greeted him, raising a brow as he recognized him - after all, Osamu still came here quite often.

Answering with a half smile, he leaned against the doorframe and glanced around the room, seeking bright ginger hair hidden by a hat. The small silhouette clad in a dark coat he was looking for sat on a barstool, idly playing with his glass of wine. He was making the deep red liquid spin in the glass and seemed to watch with a keen attention how the light reflected on it. Osamu silently observed his former partner, and seeing how he wasn’t completely wasted yet, decided he would come back later to carry him back to the Port Mafia. He was about to leave when he heard a well-known tune that made him freeze in his tracks.

- Happy birthday… To you… Happy birthday to… you…

Hum, for him to sing like that… I guess he’s drunker than he seems.

His eyes closed and he leaned further against the wall, as he remembered with a scoff how he had, quite accidentally, discovered his little slug’s singing abilities. It had been a normal evening, right after a mission, and both Chūya and him had ended up completely exhausted. Not that it had been hard or anything. It had just been long, and boring, and so, so dreary that all of their energy had disappeared into thin air. So, of course it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that both of them had slightly let their guard down.

It had been enough for Chibikko-kun to indulge in a long shower in the small hotel bathroom where they had had to stay for the night - and to sing some invented melody along with the running water while Osamu had left to buy dinner. Enough for himself to forget to knock before entering the room - and to hear said invented melody through the poorly isolated wall, and then even better when the bathroom door had opened. It had been very awkward for both of them. Well, especially for Chūya , he supposed. But as much as he hated to admit it, he had spent a few seconds too many staring in awe, so the memory wasn’t exactly shameless for Osamu either.

However, what had been only, and fully mortifying for his former partner was that most of the Mafia had somehow learnt about this. He had absolutely no involvement whatsoever with it, of course. While it hadn’t been the most thoughtful course of action - he still remembered Odasaku’s half-amused, half-disapproving glare after he had told him and also everyone else - it had led to many entertaining scenes where Chūya had been keenly asked to sing for birthdays and so on. Combined with the fact that it had allowed the red-head to grow more confident about it, he couldn’t say he regretted spilling the beans.

Osamu blinked suddenly, his eyes darting to the antique clock stuck in a corner. About two minutes had passed, and he mentally slapped himself for drifting away in his memories like this. A glance at the bar confirmed that his former partner still played with his now almost finished drink, and he inhaled sharply… He could thank the darkness reigning in the pub for hiding him. After a last second spent observing, he turned away. He would come back later, not in such a long time, just enough for Chūya to pass out like he always ended up doing.

So, he exited the room, ignoring what took place behind him. If he hadn’t, perhaps, and if fond and sour thoughts didn’t fill his mind, he could have noticed bright ginger hair swifting, blue eyes locking on his back, and the gulp of hardly swallowed wine.

- Another one… Please. Not the same, though. Make it… Make it a whisky. He tugged on his collar, as if looking for air. Think I’mma need something strong.

#fanfic by op #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chūya #bsd atsushi #armed detective agency #angst and comfort but there is no comfort #(not yet)#there is crack however #it's all about the happy birthday song #and the fact that chuuya's va is also a singer #yue writes #life goes on #this year again

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good god, let me give you my life. — kaeya

another converted oc fic!!!! yes i have many kaeya thoughts....... and i missed this oc in particular QAQ anyways please accept this word vomit its like 2k words im sorry idk what possessed me

pairing: kaeya x fem!reader

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries + alcohol, light swearing (like, three instances max)

Kaeya had seen that doe-eyed look countless times before, but there was still something about the way your gaze burned almost incredulously into his own that made his smirk grow wider.

"Kaeya, you asshole!" you exclaimed, but your half-exasperated anger just made him laugh—by the Seven, you were even more fun to tease than Diluc!

"What's the rush?" he laughed, ignoring your hand on his chest to balance herself as you tiptoed to where he was holding your Vision right out of your reach. "Is widdle [Name] so scared of—"

You elbowed him in the gut at that, and his grip on your Vision wavered as he let out a pained oof. You pinned it back to where it normally hung, and a glance at your clothes—the buttoned up coat, the bags placed haphazardly on the ground next to your boots—was all it took for the lucidity to return to Kaeya's eyes.

"The others are waiting," you muttered, gaze downcast and cheeks flushed from the cold. Kaeya nodded. Wordlessly, you grabbed his hands and squeezed, ever so gently.

"I promise we'll come back to visit," you said. "And I'll write a lot."

Kaeya nodded again, a devious grin pulling at his lips but faltering at the edges. "When you do come back I'll ask Master Crepus to throw a party and I'll read out your letters for everyone to hear—"

"You—!"

"...So come back safe, okay?"

A sigh, then, and another light squeeze of his hands.

"I promise."

With that, Kaeya finally let you go—and already missing the warmth of your palms and the fleetingness of your touch, he watched as your back disappeared off into the horizon.

Kaeya often found himself waiting, those days, to the point that he might have called himself distracted if he hadn't known any better. The smile that graced his lips at each letter—which always started with your and your brother's neat handwriting, with little comments from your sister sprinkled all throughout, and sealed with some local flower or other—never failed to go unnoticed, to the point that even Diluc found himself sighing at the sight.

"You're an idiot," he had said, and nothing else.

Each year your visits had become a staple of summer, and for days on end Master Crepus' manor was filled with foreign music and dance. Kaeya never read out your letters like he said he would, but you two would always sneak out of the party with a bottle of champagne, and you would whisper gossip to each other like you always used to, conspiratory and scheming.

(Once, just as a laugh was about to spill from his lips, you placed your palm over the lower half of his face and kissed the back of your hand. "I thought you were bolder than that," he teased, and with a scoff you plucked the bottle from his hands.

"Oh? I'd like to see you do better, lover boy.")

One year the letters stopped, and you never came to visit. Winter came all too soon. The calla lilies in your last letter had begun to wilt.

The next year, he and Diluc parted ways. As their swords clashed for the last time, he wished it was your flames that had scorched him instead.

Two years hence, the Knights of Favonius found a young woman, half-conscious and all but bleeding out, under the tree at Windrise.

Kaeya had stopped in his tracks when he heard, his silver tongue going dry behind the calm smile he put on. "Thanks for the news," he told his subordinate. "I'll check it out."

As soon as he was alone, he let the panic sink in.

His walk to the cathedral was exceedingly brief, and Kaeya wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing. As he walked towards the infirmary he heard Barbara's voice—

"...but do you remember anything else?"

A pause, then a blunt, "No."

—And as he walked inside he saw the deaconess with her tome, and a little ways behind her was...you. You seemed a little pale and worse for wear, but when you looked at him with the same doe-eyed look as before, Kaeya couldn't help but feel the slightest bit relieved.

"You really worried me back there, love," he said smoothly. "How are you feeling now?"

You glanced almost unnoticeably at Barbara, who seemed to mouth something along the lines of, "Later."

"Alive, I guess," you responded, then paused for a good moment as you glanced at him fully. Kaeya raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry…" you said, "It's just that I've heard so much about you, but—"

But what? he thought, and felt his blood run cold again.

"—I have no idea who you are."

—

Kaeya thought it the worst of cruelties for you to be so similar to your old self, yet so wholly, horribly different. You walked with the same languid grace, spoke with the same haughtiness and pride, still tapped your teaspoon against the rim of your teacup—three times, every single time, with a resounding chime.

But you no longer looked at him the same, no longer laughed at his old jokes, no longer called him by his name. It was always captain or sir, and never what he so desperately longed to hear.

"You Knights are always so ineffective," Diluc sighed, and for the first time in years the Ragnvindr brothers finally found themselves in agreement.

Kaeya laughed self-pityingly, running one hand through his hair and using the other to swirl the contents of his half-empty glass. Another sigh, and just as he was about to speak again, the door to Angel's Share opened to the sound of laughter.

"Venti, I said no—"

"Oh, come on! All you've been doing is reading that journal of yours! I thought you—"

There was an indignant, ungraceful sounding yell, and the rest of Venti's words were muffled by what Kaeya assumed was your hand. You two whispered together some more—he even thought he heard you threaten him, if he wasn't mistaken—and with your defeated sigh, Venti began to tune his lyre.

Ah, you was going to dance, then.

Kaeya turned in his seat to the point where he could watch them from the corner of his vision, taking another drink from his steadily-emptying glass. With gentle hands, the bard began to pluck at his lyre strings, and with the same practiced, precise movements he committed so dearly to memory, your body began to sway.

He knew this one—it started off slowly, gently, only to speed up as the music did as well. One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three-four, went your heels against the wooden floor, and as the song ended and you bowed with a haughty flourish, Kaeya had abruptly stood up and left the tavern.

Your steps were light against the cobblestone when you caught up with him, that same night.

"Captain," you said, "you've been avoiding me."

He turned around to face you, a practiced smile on his lips. He couldn't look you in the eyes, though, no matter how intensely your gaze burned into him. "Oh? What might you be doing out so late, Miss [Surname]?"

You sighed, placing a hand on your hip. "You knew me before, right? That's why you keep running away?"

Kaeya's tongue went dry as he heard you speak. Ah, what does he say to this? He watched you sigh again, but this time you brought out the musty old journal that he knew hung from your waist.

You held it out to him expectantly, but he didn't take it.

"...We knew each other," he eventually replied, soft and without any of his normal bravado. "We were…close."

Your face remained impassive, but there was a glint in your eyes that gave your suspicion away. "...I see," you said. "Then…I want to start again. I can't be the person you knew before, but…"

It was Kaeya who sighed this time, endearingly. "You really haven't changed," he said, before holding out a hand for you to shake. "Allow me to reintroduce myself, then. Kaeya Alberich, at your service."

You smiled, and he felt his heart flutter and ache alike at the sight. Taking his hand, you said, "[Name] [Surname]…a pleasure it is to finally know you, Kaeya."

—

Whenever dusk fell, Kaeya would often find you at one of the many taverns littered throughout the city, but your favourite seemed to be the Angel's Share, of all places. If you weren't dancing along to whatever tune the bard was singing, you were often talking with Diluc from the opposite end of the bar, sipping from your glass of wine.

And whenever Kaeya would walk in you would turn to him and raise your glass in greeting, crowing something or other about coincidence, and he would say something or other about fate; and then you would drink together as his brother grew increasingly exasperated at the volume.

One evening, he had lost track of how many rounds he had when his head began to grow fuzzy. He was only half-conscious of Charles' sigh, and you saying something along the lines of, "I'll bring him home."

With practiced ease—likely from your time hanging around with that drunkard bard—you lifted him up and slung his arm around your shoulders, struggling a bit from his height. "C'mon, captain, let's get you home," you said, to which he merely nodded and buried his face in the warmth of the crook of your neck.

"Y'know, it was always you getting wasted like this," he drawled. "Master Crepus used to—! He used to always scold us for stealing wine, but you were always half passed out so you never heard any of it."

You looked down, seemingly deep in thought. "It sounds like we were very close," you said, and he chuckled and hummed in the affirmative.

He began rambling again as you made the short walk to his house, continuing even as you dug through his pockets for his keys. How he still reads your letters, how you made fun of his eyepatch the very first time he wore it, how you two used to climb the tree at Windrise, hoping always, in vain, to somehow reach the highest bough. If he were less shitfaced and more sober perhaps he would have found it in himself to stem the waterfall of words spilling from his lips—honest and raw in a way neither of you were used to—but as it stood, all he could have done was bare his heart to you like this.

You were silent as you laid him down on his bed, mumbling more to yourself than to anyone else, "You need to drink water, Kaeya."

The silence between you hung heavy like a body on the gallows.

"I really loved you, you know."

Another pause, then, and then the soft caress of your palm against his cheek, and the lightest brush of your lips against his forehead.

"...Good night, Kaeya."

The next day, Kaeya woke up with the worst bitch of a migraine he's ever had in his life. As he rose to get a glass of water, he suddenly became aware of several things: firstly, the fact that he was a fucking idiot; second, the fact that he needs to get black-out drunk less often; and third, the fact that you were lying asleep on his couch, your journal in one hand and your other arm hanging off the side.

He sighed, placing down the empty glass, and walked over to you—and with your same gentleness from the night before, Kaeya brushed aside your bangs to press a kiss to your forehead.

—

"Snrk—you what?"

"Oh, yes, and then after that Jean said—"

You cut off the rest of his story by shoving a piece of meat in his mouth, and when Kaeya managed to swallow it he was met with the sight of your smug smile and your eyes still bleary from laughing.

"There's no way all of that happened because of a rabbit," you said, to which he laughed good-naturedly, followed by a sip from his glass of wine.

"You'd be surprised what kinds of things Klee can get herself into."

You laughed again, and he took another drink of wine. Ah, he missed this, he thought. Missed the way the breeze here at Windrise smelled of asters, missed the way the moonlight trickled down through the leaves of the giant tree.

(Most of all, he missed the little way your nose would crinkle when you laughed, but he'd prefer not to say that aloud, lest he be hit over the head with the wine bottle he brought along today—amnesia or not, he knew very well it was still within your strength to do so.)

Kaeya watched as you closed your eyes to enjoy the evening breeze, your hair like a wildfire in the breeze. You looked at him then, your eyes heavy with a certain lucidity that he couldn't name, but still managed to shake him somehow.

"...I'm in love with you, Kaeya."

When he smirked and said, "So I get to brag that I made you fall for me twice?" he was met with the same indignant, doe-eyed glare from all those years ago.

"I'm being serious!" you exclaimed, but he only laughed again, and covered your mouth with the palm of his hand. Before you could protest again, he kissed the back of his own hand and pulled away, a cheeky grin on his lips.

"Where'd all that bravado go, Mr. Casanova?"

Kaeya was hit with a pang of nostalgia, then. He looked at you, cheeks lightly flushed from the cold breeze and embarrassment alike, and his smile only widened further.

"Hmm? Think you can do any better, dearest?"

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya x reader #bee writes

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twopoppies · 3 years

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Hi Gina! Not sure about your music taste but I was listening to Dog Years by Maggie Rogers and it reminds me so much of Larry!!!

I find myself frustrated/heartbroken a lot with their closeting but thinking of them while listening to this song gave me a lot of peace. I thought maybe you’d like it too if you hadnt heard it yet. 💖

Oh that’s lovely. I hadn’t heard it before, but I really like it. And lord the lyrics are so Larry. 🥺

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I count my time in dog years

Swimming in sevens

Slow dancing in seconds

Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

I spend my time daydreaming

As sure as the sea

It's just you and me

Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

And if you had a bad week

Just let me touch your cheek

Oh, and I'll be there waiting

When you get frustrated

I know things are changing

But, darling, I'm saying

I'll be singing you in all of my songs

Come what may

I'll still stay

Inside your mind

For all of time

Singing, ooh

We will be alright

In the afterlife

Of all that is shifting

And shaking my system

I know your rhythm

And I know, I know, I know, I know

That I'm the one that loves you

Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

And if you had a bad week

Then I'll sing you to sleep

Oh, and I'll be there waiting

If you start to get jaded

I know things are changing

But, darling, I'm saying

I've been here all along

Come what may

I'll still stay

Inside your mind

For all of time

Singing, ooh

We will be alright

Not in vain

We'll still stay the same

Inside your mind

For all of time

Singing, ooh

We will be alright

In the afterlife

I count my time in dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years

We will be alright

(Dog years, dog years)

We will be alright

(Dog years, dog years)

In the afterlife

(Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years)

Singing, baby, we will be alright

(Dog years, dog years)

We will be alright

#Maggie Rogers #Larry songs #dog years #Larry lyrics

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Queen live at Elland Road in Leeds, UK - May 29, 1982 (Part-2)

Fan Stories

“We got a coach from my home town (about 2 hours from memory) and drank an ocean of lager on the way, by the time we got there we needed the toilet so badly we could have exploded! We got into the stadium and waited for the first band of the day. Soon enough a not very well known (to me) American band came on called Heart. They weren't bad but did nothing for me. Then came The Teardrop Explodes who tried and who I reckoned did quite well despite the flying bottles of liquid being hurled at them from the crowd. After them was Joan Jett complete with Blackhearts who got the crowd going with "I Love Rock'n'Roll" mainly because Brian appeared at the side of the stage with his daughter to have a look. Eventually after a long wait the stage lights dimmed and a strange cranking sound started up and then you were suddenly aware of the drum beat to Flash thumping out and spotlights chasing around the stadium. This went on for a minute or so and the excitement was unbearable. All of a sudden in an explosion of smoke, lights, guitars, drums... Brian, John and Roger are there blasting out the opening part of The Hero. Seconds later in a gleaming white leather jacket out runs Freddie and it begins... A moment I will never forget along with many others from Queen shows since and before it. I can't say which show was my favourite as I loved them all but that moment WAS Queen, the sheer power, the anticipation, the fantastic musical ability and above all else the way they gave people what they crave more than anything... wonderful memories.” - whiteman

“29th May 1982 - a really nice warm day. We only lived a few miles away so walked down to Elland Road - I can't believe it - Queen live in my home town at the home of the greatest football team in the country (well maybe not now!). Got to the ground early and were allowed in by security, such a relaxed atmosphere. Saw band's soundcheck - great! So hot sun, never went behind stadium roofs. Got best suntan I have ever had! Heard Teardrop Explodes - not bad. Then you are aware of the beat of flash thumping out around the stadium, the smoke rises and bang - they are on! The greatest gig I have ever seen from the greatest live band in history. God bless you, Brian, Roger and John. Rest in peace, Freddie - we will never forget.” - Michael Quine

“This was my second ever gig, the first being Rory Gallagher the year before (I am sure I once read that Rory was one of Brian May's favourite guitarists). Anyway, being only 14 and not yet in the habit of getting off my face at gigs,I can remember that day very clearly. I am convinced I saw someone throw a hamburger at Julian Cope (Teardrop Explodes were going down like a lead balloon), and just as Julian was opening his gob to sing, he CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH. A huge cheer went up, then they stomped off. Somebody, possibly Queen's manager, came on and told everbody to behave. I also remember a fan getting on stage and Freddie expertly rolling him off the stage. I didnt like the Hot Space album much but was chuffed they were still a hard rock band. I bought the next edition of Kerrang mag and the write up of the gig said STUNNING. Great memory.” - Edwin

“I was 15 years old in 1982 when I attended my first ever concert. Fortunately for me, it was QUEEN's show at Leeds AFC ground in the North of England. I remember when my ticket arrived in the post, possibly 2-3 months before the concert, as was often the case in those days. I stuck my ticket on a cork notice board in my bedroom and could barely contain my excitement over the coming weeks. Every morning, I would wake up and look at the yellow ticket, wishing the days away. I imagined everything that could go wrong would. Queen would cancel the gig, I would break my leg, the family pet would die on the morning of the concert and it would be too insensitive of me to go, the transport wouldn't turn up or would break down, there would be a pile up on the motorway, I'd lose my ticket en route, etc, etc. As it turned out, May 29th 1982 was a hot and sunny day, perfect weather for an outdoor gig. I was CRAZY about Queen and had been since the age of 9 but I really didn't know what to expect on that day. Myself and three friends took a coach organised by my Dad's company from Lancashire across the M62 motorway to Leeds. Our excitement began to really take a hold when we arrived at the football ground and we followed the droves of people towards the turnstiles. To me, this was something on a really big scale and I could already hear the hum of the crowd inside. Not really believing that we were actually about to witness a Queen concert, we found our seats on the West Stand, offering a great view of the stage. I remember marvelling at Queen's new lighting rig and the equipment that adorned the stage, shining in the afternoon sunshine. The ground was almost full at this point and the pitch was heaving with people. The atmosphere was relaxed as people bathed in the sunshine. I remember two guys climbing the fence from the stand and attempting to get a better spot by running into the crowd and losing themselves on the pitch. Their efforts were in vain however as they were quickly located and ejected back into the stand by two security guards. We bought some black Hot Space tour shirts (I wore mine with pride until it literally fell apart) and a programme from a vendor inside the ground and waited for the first band to take the stage. A guy near us shouted and punched his way through Heart's set and then left just as they vacated the stage. Obviously not a Queen fan! The Teardrop Explodes suffered at the hands of the Queen congregation and found themselves battling against a shower of bottles and assorted missiles. Other than that, I don't really remember much about the support bands. I think that Bow Wow Wow were billed to play (an odd choice) but I can't recall if they actually turned up. No matter, we were about to witness what is still one of the best gigs I have ever attended.

As the dusk descended upon us, the giant floodlights were extinguished one by one and the memory of the roar that followed still sends shivers down my spine. Dry ice drifted across the heads of the crowd on the pitch as the intro tape of Flash thumped out of the PA and the strange 'grating' noises added to the recording created a foreboding atmosphere. Two of our party were on the pitch and to this day remember their chests thumping in unison to the powerful rhythm. A sea of hands clapped in perfect time to the beat. To me, this was already an amazing experience. And then the big moment. Freddie, resplendent in dazzling white made his entrance to The Hero and the blaze of the lights. An apt number to start with. Before he had even sung a note, the audience were locked tightly in the palm of his hand. Such an entrance, such a showman. "You're a F***in amazing crowd", he exclaimed after the first rush. The beginning of the gig is, in truth, my strongest memory of the show itself. In particular, the "Flash!!!" vocals cutting through the night air with so much volume. I recall being shocked at the sheer power of Queen's performance and the clarity of the huge sound they harnessed. Morgan Fisher's keyboards during 'Action This Day' sounded bright and hypnotic. Freddie's intro to Fat Bottomed Girls caused quite a response too; "the bigger the t*t the better it is!". I also remember the follow spots darting wildly over the crowd during 'Tie Your Mother Down' and everybody going crazy. Oddly enough (and this is something I still swear by to this day), I was in a Maths lesson at school the following Monday and I swear I had a flashback of this and could actually 'hear' the music being re-played in my head. It was a weird moment and life was never quite the same again. We talked endlessly about our experience for months to come and one of my biggest regrets is not jumping on a train to attend the filmed Milton Keynes show a week later. Having been to so many gigs since, I can honestly say that there is nobody who has been able to top Queen live; I was lucky enough to see the band five times between 1982 and 1986, including Wembley Stadium and their last show at Knebworth. I think that my personal favourite was their performance at the NEC in Birmingham on 'The Works' tour in 1984. People were literally stood there with open mouths, unable to believe how good they were. Leeds is definitely up there too. I recall Brian May stating that he thought it was one of their best performances ever. I can't argue with that Mr May. I've often wondered if an audience shot cine film or even just photographs exist from the Leeds gig. It would be a dream come true to see my memories come to life again.” - Keith Lambert

“I can't believe it was 30 years ago that I attended my first ever gig at Elland Rd Leeds in 1982. I was 17 years old at the time, I was into Queen when I first heard seven seas of rhye, which was so different to all the other stuff around at the time. I'd heard them live on tv, and had Live Killers. Also I used to buy bootleg cassettes of all of their tours from 74 onwards. But nothing could prepare me for that day. They should have played this gig at Old Trafford Manchester, my home town, so I was gutted when the residents opposed it. Tickets were very easy to come by, believe it or not, cos Queen were not seen as a relevant band at that time. Also touring the Hot Space album didn't seem to excite anybody. So, Billy no mates had to go on his own, haha. My memory is a bit hazy, but I will try my best. I got to the ground about 1pm, and was lucky enough to have a pitch ticket. I got right to the front, well about 10 yards from the stage, slightly off centre and to the right. If I told you I never moved from that spot all day and never spoke to anyone, would you believe me? One of the reasons for this is the rivalry between Manchester and Leeds, also I was only a kid, haha. Not sure who was first on, probably Teardrop Explodes, Julian Cope, I remember while they were throwing bottles at him, picked one up and started hitting himself with it and stretching his arms out saying he was an Argentinian bomber or something. It was during the Falklands war, remember. Then Heart came on, not really my cup of tea, and I had a lie down on the tarpaulin and tried to go to sleep. Then Joan Jett, who was better than the rest, but not really exciting. During the band changes, I remember the roadies polishing Roger's drum kit and climbing up ropes and those threepronged lights, which before I saw them move I thought they were cameras. Queen took ages to come on. From my recollection and I might be wrong, they didn't come on until 10pm and went off around Midnight. I heard later that they got fined so much per minute for being late on stage but they wanted to wait until it was dark for the lighting rig to take effect. If you watch the Bowl DVD you will notice it was light when they came on stage there. But that was being filmed by Channel 4. But it was absolutely pitch black when they came on stage at Leeds. Then the floodlights went off, smoke started to appear and strange noises started, which I can't describe, sorry. Then Flash's Theme started, it was loud, very, very loud. I knew they were supposed to be loud and this was the part that scared me. The ground was thumping, the bass just pumping away. The these 'cameras' flicked into life, with men on them. The intro seemed to last for a very long time. Then BANG Brian appears with the first chord of The Hero and a flash of the biggest white light I've ever seen and will never forget and the absolute loudest noise I have ever heard just hit me. The intro was quite in comparrision to this. When I play Live at the Bowl, I tend to repeat the intro and The Hero, virtually every time, because it was definitely a life changing experience for me at that moment, just incredible. Then Freddie appeared in brilliant white again, I was that close, I swear His hair seemed blue because of the mass of white lights. His voice, so loud, so clear, honestly, I can't describe that moment properly. I heard Freddie swear, saw Roger spitting, quite a lot, over his drum kit and onto the stage, I was bewildered.

When they did Play The Game and also Somebody To Love, when Freddie was doing the intros for them and it will sound strange to those that weren't there, but I didn't know what the songs were. I thought they was new unreleased songs. The reason was they was so loud, It kind of deafened you and then kind of sunk in what they were about to play. Then the rest of the gig flew by and I was singing my head off. Everyone was, but you could only hear Queen. Again my memory may be wrong, but I read afterwards that Queen had paid for residents to move out of their homes for the day. These houses were monitored and they said that the sound was like Concorde flying 10 feet over your head... Yep I will buy that. For all that and for all the bad things said about it, The Works tour, which I went to all the 4 origional England gigs they had planned, was the best tour they ever did. The set list was fantastic and the lighting rig was incredible. Not as loud, I also add. I also saw them in Manchester, 86. They had to be off stage by 10pm and noise levels had to be adhered to. I was too far awy to see them and the screens didn't come on because it was too light. Also I couldn't here them properly. I've watched the mMagic Tour gigs on DVD etc, but for me, that was the poorest tour they ever did. So that's it, hopefully some of you can confirm my bad memory, or say I'm wrong. Hopefully not bored you all. But it was the greatest musical experience I ever witnessed and I am proud I was there.” - Paul Wakefield

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Louise Shuterland and her tireless world tour in #bicycle

There are stories that deserve to be told millions of times and remain instead only in the memory of those who have experienced them And then there are other #stories, which become legends even when they are not up to it. What we want to tell, is a story worthy of being narrated over and over again, because no one ever forgets the first woman to travel through the Amazon Rainforest.

Louise Shuterland was born in New Zealand in 1926. Growing up, she had become a typical good girl perfectly suited to the expectations of the Young Louise Graduated and started working as a nurse. The only problem was about 100 km away between his workplace and his family: every time Louise was homesick, she should have taken a seven-hour trip. Fortunately, this story does not talk about a family that separates itself, on the contrary It's the story of a happy louise riding on the saddle, she starts riding and finds her new favorite hobby: the bike.

The journey began in Calais, France, and continued through Belgium, Germany and Italy, reaching Yugoslavia and Greece. Here the young woman climbed on a ferry to Israel. Being a qualified nurse was a great resource for the trip, since she allowed her to be welcomed in many hospitals along the way. Finally, Louise concluded her journey to India, last stage of her trip around the world.

What can you do after shooting the world riding a bike? Louise had a brilliant idea: riding solo for 4.440 kilometers, crossing from east to west the Amazon Rainforest. A thousand times she was told that it would be an impossible enterprise, which became for her other thousand good reasons to leave

And so, at 52 years old, the shuterland would once again be on the road No one until then had ever dared the Amazon crossing by bike, which was quite understandable: the weather conditions were extreme and the trans-Amazon road was not really the best way to go. Obviously this didn't stop Louise. But 130 km from the finish line, he discovered that the rains had made impassable even on foot

At that point, for the first time in his life, Louise decided to give up, wait for a plane and fly away from the forest, After six days of vain wait, Louise realized that most likely no plane would come to take her away from there, so she was riding and, somehow, she managed to get out of the forest.

The whole adventure committed Louise seven months.

Louise became a friend of many of the inhabitants of the Amazon Rainforest, so much that, later in life, she collected funds for the medical assistance of those

After that experience his life was a little quieter: he spent six months a year in New Zealand and the remaining are on the road. After visiting 60.000 countries and having put on the legs more than 60.000 km, Louise Shuterland died in 1994 due to a cerebral aneurysm. We have two autobiographies today and one last sentence of infinite wisdom: " I've never been alone. I had my bike to talk to.

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goldishlock · 4 years

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Emerald Seas Chapter 6 (Pirates of the Caribbean Fanfiction)

Seven years later

Katherina lifted herself from her bed, as her maid just left she smelled the fresh air entering her sleeping chambers. The white curtains by the open windows waved graciously in the warm breeze, mixing in with the sound of the palm trees going back and forth in the wind. It was a beautiful day, already very hot as the sun started rising upon the blue Caribbean skies.

It was very early in the morning, Katherina had woken up with a scream, her maid Josephine had stormed into her room without asking permission, thinking she was being kidnapped of some sort. But everything was well, she had assured her. For it was only a nightmare. The same one who had haunted her for years.

Waves crashing upon a misty dark ship, walking over the deck, suddenly turning red underneath her bare feet. Hearing someone scream, screams that turned weaker and weaker, ending in only hearing a soft heartbeat. While moving closer a face of a young man covered in blood was getting clearer, but fading soon again, and every nightmare the face became vaguer. Like the person was fading from her memory.

Katherina sighed and wondered when the nightmares would end, if they ever would. She made way to the room located next to her private chambers and dropped her nightgown from her slender figure onto the wooden floor, her feet stepping out of it slowly reaching for the bath that was filled a few moments earlier. Her thin fingers reached for the water and she made the tips of her fingers flow upon it. Just the right temperature. When in the bath knee high into the water she dropped down gracefully.

Washing away all the tension from her body and mind. Feeling more relaxed already. Her face was half into the water, her lips playing with the small waves of movement. Her red hair darkening when getting wet. She crossed her arms over her chest and got lost in her thoughts. Thinking about what must have been the hundred time she had this dream. But this time there had been something different. The face had vanished more and more with every dream. But not this time. She, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, had seen the eyes of the face crystal clear this night. Ice blue-grayish eyes gazing into hers.

Awaking from her now daydreaming, she moved the water making it spill over the edge a little. She turned her arms away from her chest and made her whole body and head dip underneath the water. After exiting the bath and getting herself dry she moved to the bedroom again. Since it's still so early in the morning she decided to take a simple morning gown over her undergown. She tied her hair, almost completely dried from the heat, with a silk ribbon together so her long golden curls rolled down her shoulder.

She made her way down the long stairs covered in red carpet which always felt so soft and pleasant underneath her bare feet. Something her father had remarked more than a dozen times, how a lady like her should not walk around barefoot. That and not wearing a corset made her mornings feel a lot less formal, as she had to walk around in heels mostly for the rest of the day. Not that she hated that, she was used to the attire and loved it most of the time, but she wished there were some more days, like on the seas, when she would be able to wear something more light.

Even the servants were still making themselves ready for the day. That's why she liked being awake so early, the silence in the mansion with the sounds of nature walking past the open windows made this the only minutes of the day she had truly for herself. Entering the dining room she opened the two doors carefully, trying not to make any noise, but the cracking of the wood was unavoidable. She grinned when seeing a teapot and a single porcelain teacup waiting in the middle of the table. It was one of the servants that was aware of her early mornings and wanted to make sure she had at least a hot cup of tea every time.

An hour passed and while turning her teacup between her hands she heard the creaking of the wooden doors when her father appeared from behind them. He was wearing a smile on his face that wrinkled the side of his mouth. Wearing his brown wig she was amazed by how he managed to do this every morning, considering she was the woman of the two, he always looked ready for any formal occasion. But he was still in his morning robe as well. She gave him a warm smile and he kissed her forehead passing her, sitting down on the chair opposite of her. The many rings on his fingers gleamed in the sunlight, and she noticed he was holding a newspaper tightly. He unfolded it onto the large wooden table and pointed his finger to an article with a big headline in elegant letters.

'The East India Trading Company finally has a new Director' Lord Florence's winded eyes didn't leave the headlines and his finger pressed hard against the paper so the tops turned white.

'It was about time, the last Governor of the Company was tiring everyone with no actions on that what matters the most nowadays!' He almost sounded angry, like the man had done to him something personally.

'Now we have a fresh young face that can only help the new world even further. And he'll even move to the Caribbean. Something the old Director should have done long ago. Smart move if you'd ask me' Lord Florence released his fingers from the newspaper and looked at Kate for the first time, still holding the teacup between her hands, staring outside into the gardens, she clearly wasn't just as ecstatic as her father.

'Katherina, are you listening? Do you know what this means?' her father lifted the news article and placed it directly in front of her on the table. She already knew what he meant. This was going to be one of the suitors he was so desperate to find for her. Now that she was a grown woman, and not the girl she used to be, she had already told him a dozen times, the time will come when she'll pick one. Kate was at an age that it was expected of her to be married and have children already. But she tried to postpone it as long as possible since she still did not feel any spark with the many men her father had introduced her. The countless balls they attended she always managed to slip away from his mission and be with her friends and socialize with the people she liked. There was a spark, once. But she'd never mentioned that anymore, she fought for it once, but in vain.

'You know the man Katherina' her father's eyes hooked onto hers to see her reaction. She was blessed to not be forced into marriage yet, only thanks to the position they were in, but time was running out. But Kate didn't want to discuss this again, she couldn't care less about who this man was, for he was going to be the same as any of the other men, only wanting her for her wealth, title, and beauty.

She was a lady ahead of her time and interested in everything business wise, learning a lot from her father. Most of the time she knew everything that was going in the world. But when her father had started to push her even more into the direction of marrying she stopped following what was going on with men getting higher up in ranks and the titles that were given from the King himself. Only to save herself from the information she knew about these men, prior to meeting them.

'No father stop this! We have been down this path and it must stop' she squeezed the newspaper into her hands and made it into a ball without looking at the article what so ever. She stood straight from her chair and threw the paper ball into the fireplace.

'But Katherina, you will like him, trust me' Lord Florence stood as well and took her wrist caring so she won't run out of the dining room.

'I've had enough of it. I've heard you say this a thousand times father!' annoyence filled her voice.

'Give me one last chance Katherina. I will show you I'm right' he spoke like he wanted to make it up to her and moved his arms around her holding her in his loving embrace.

'Only if you promise me this is the last time and after that leaving me to sail my own course' Kate looked up to her father's tall body, hoping this will be the very last time, and if it was, then this would be a good deal.

'You have yourself a deal' her father spoke grinning at her. Kate kept a straight face and moved her head onto her father's chest.

'Tomorrow we will attend his ceremony, after that there shall be a ball' Kate moved her head from his chest.

'A ball, well at least the evening will bring some excitement' Kate spoke with a rather sarcastic tone.

'This day and your meeting will be very exciting, I assure you my dear' Lord Florence looked at her releasing him and making her way to the doors. She turned around before leaving.

'This man must be quite something, you seem so certain' Kate whispered, already mocking his lost deal. Lord Florence's mouth curled into a smirk.

'Just wait and see my dear'

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pokefriendsimagine · 7 years

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GUYYYSSS I MISS THE HCS!! I've noticed the lack of love for the Pokemon Go trio. Can I have some hcs for them? (Especially Spark :3)

BlazI actually do have HCs for those three because I love them to bits??? Especially Sparks who is my actually boyfriend I mean????? Let's do this.

The Trio - There have been asks on whether or not they got into the canon verse and here's what I think.

They're the Team Leaders of a competitive game for young trainers. It's like a sport in the Pokemon world in an almost capture the flag way. They have gyms set up all over the world and all of them are constantly the sight for hostile takeovers. At the end if the year the team who has the most gyms under their reign wins and the key players of that team win the chance to spend the day with their leader and are given a special Pokemon and prize money.

- They've all been friends for years. Candela met Spark first as tweets on their initial journey and used to try in vain to bully him. Spark was either the type to attract need with honey or he was just oblivious but he was always friendly to Candela until eventually she broke and apologized and vowed eternal friendship. Spark accepted.

- Blanche they met around the age of eighteen. She was a three time Pokemon League Champion who was changing her lath to go into Pokemon science instead and was an inspiration to Spark who eventually did the same.Candela and Blanche hated each other for awhile and to this day nobody knows what caused the three to become thick as thieves.

- Blanche and Candela are embarrassed by how immature the rivalry between Mystic and Valor is at times. They love their precious teams but the vocal minority is often cringe-worthy and perpetuate stereotypes about one another.

- Blanche and Candela are together. Went from furious unresolved sexual tension to Spark hooking them up. They’re literally RubyxSapphire.

Blance

- Is fine with she for her pronouns... but actually prefers ‘they’ and is closer to being agender than anything else. (So wait ModOpal, why do YOU use she?) Because I’,m already in too deep and writing this out of order, fight me I’ll take you all on I swear on me absentee mum.

- Has very elegant, very aloof, and very intimidating personality. A lot of people think she’s emotionally detached... and she does suffer from it despite the generally present smile on her far. She’s not as cold as she might come off but she does definitely struggle with affectionate gestures. I imagine she speaks like Sapphire from Steven Universe (her less emotive tone of voice-- not the voice itself but in that vein, ya feel?)

- Comes from a long line of overachievers and spent much of her life as a trophy daughter. Was always flaunted but it;s debatable how loved she would’ve been at home if she hadn’t been quite as successful as she turned out to be. From the time she was young she was groomed to be the very best and nothing short of that was even up for debate. She remains on speaking terms with her family and they don’t seem to mind her life choices (maybe because she helped pioneer a popular new sport) but they do question why she hands out with someone like Spark.And she will cut you loose if you dare utter a syllable of anything negative about precious baby bro (baby bro who is the same exact age as Candela and she).

- Her starter was Piplup. She has a very close bond with her Empoleon and Alolan Ninetails. The two are named (name) and Skaldi respectively. She is kind to all her Pokemon but to this day is still working on her emotional connection to them. Probably a byproduct of her upbringing.

- Was the one to confess to Candela first. It was one of her, funnily enough, more heated moments. They actually were arguing and over what they can’t remember but it was something personal and they were arguing more about how they actually cared and were aggressively sticking up for one another to each other and it gets blurry from there but Blanche grabbed her by the jacket and smooched her furiously.

Candela

- Was a fiesty, high-spirited borderline bully as a kid. She was the type to reject all girly things as lame and weak and used to pride herself on not being like “other girls”. It’s occasionally hard for Candela to look back on her childhood because she knows what a toxic point of view that was to have. While still rough and tumble and not as traditionally feminine she does rock the touches of feminine flair in her attire now and of course encourages the girls of her Team to not be like she used to be.

- Her starter was Chimchar! ... but then she visited everyone and collected all of the fire starters. She needed them all. She needs all fire Pokemon honestly. Fire/Fighting is her favorite combination and aesthetically she favors Infernape, Blaziken and Tysplosion. She tends to name her Pokemon after spices and peppers.

- She’s the Pokemon world’s equivalent of Spanish.

- Comes from a massive family and is the precise middle child in a parade of seven sisters total. She used to not get along with them at all and seeking individuality (or just rebellion) she modeled herself more after her father and spent more time around her same-age male cousins.

- Wanted to live on a volcano when she was five.

- Before she got her first Pokemon she has a Moltres plushie she would throw at people to initiate Pokemon battles. She also used to hug it when she got really upset. The plushie was destroyed when her Chimchar evolved into Monferno and burnt it into oblivion during it’s own rebellious phrase. Candela was heartbroken and had a hard time forgiving it after that.Blanche bought her a higher quality one when they first started dating.

- Is actually an amazing, fluent dancer. Tango especially.~It’s the only time she’s ever been able to startle and fluster Blanche. Normally Candela is the louder, more tsundere one in the relationship (tsundere for lack of a better word.)

Spark

- He started with Pichu as his partner. Now a Raichu, this Pokemon never leaves his side and desires constant touch. His Raichu is named “Ziggy”.

- Laughs too hard at almost any kinda joke (that isn’t mean-spirited). His cheeks and ears turn red, he tears up, he snorts a little and will even snap his knee.

- Texts Candela and Blanche viral silly stuff all the time. The more overused, the more likely it is they’ve had it in their messages.

- Doesn’t bawl or anything extreme but no matter how often it occurs he always gets misty-eyed every time a new egg in his care hatches. He’ll play with the baby Pokemon the way doting relatives will play with a new baby and is totally unabashed about it. All the Pokemon he takes care of love him dearly.

- Had an admittedly lacking childhood, possibly inspiring him to be so loving with newborn Pokemon and his own team. He was given what he needed but felt emotionally neglected by both his parents who weren’t heartless but didn’t have much capacity for affection and probably shouldn’t have have a child to begin with. He was eventually moved in with his paternal grandparents and life immediately started looking up for hi,. They’re still around now and still give Spark the best hugs out of anyone else in his life.

- Was always a huge fan of Lt. Surge and got an autograph from him when he was a little younger and got a picture taken with him. So always among his favorite person items you can find a comparatively tiny grinning with a squatting Lt. Surge, both doing the peace sign and looking like total dorks.Ziggy has a fanboy crush on his Raichu.

- Has trouble dating because people thinks he doesn’t take them or their relationship seriously. He uses humor to combat conflict and to try and lighten any mood and it comes off as him being fully oblivious and thoughtless to the people he’s tried to make it work with. He’ll get plenty of takers but... hasn’t has anything stick.So he’s proud he was able to get his friends together.

- Feels bad for Team Instinct never winning a single year due to having significantly less members than his friends. He’s not bitter and doesn’t mind losing the game itself but he feels bad for all the fans who have sent in letters of admiration, clearly who would love the chance to meet him.Spark just wants to have a big ol’ pizza party with his yellow family, okay?

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