#dépaysement

[daifukumochiin]

Dépaysement

Alternate title: Where the Nakano River Flows, I Pray You’re in Good Health

Well beyond her expectations surprising even herself, there was a swelling, persistent sort of desperation, a lump forming in her throat, upon hearing confirmation of the rumors straight from the doctor himself. 

“So you are leaving…” Hinata mumbled to herself. “My parents were talking about it. Once you leave, soon as I’m out of work… I am to be married. To Naruto Uzumaki.”

The doctor stopped midway unbuttoning his shirt. “The mayor’s lieutenant nephew?” he asked, his tone cautious and guarded, trying not to pry too much upon hearing a man’s name fall from her lips. “How so?” He cleared his throat. “What I meant to say is, that seems promising.”

Hinata looked away out of courtesy, seeing the doctor’s shadow cast on the wall by candlelight taking off his shirt. 

Hinata isn’t one to plead when refused her humble ideas. There had only been one instance, a period back in her childhood, when she found herself driven with want, a desire so strong, so dictating of her whole being, that once she realized there was only so much she could do–that the greater part of the river was the portion beyond which she could never cross past–all will and motivation seemed to have abandoned her and left her empty, most days, in words and deeds. 

“What do you think if I… If I…”

Can I come with you?

More privileged girls might say it in this manner, as easily as one might say the sky is blue, or the water is clear-colored. Like her sister, who had only been a babe before and during the times of war and had seen much prosperity in their family in her latter childhood, exposed to basic education and withheld from responsibilities around the house—a more cherished girl.

Soon as she heard fabric fall on the floor, the shirt, then the trousers, she knelt to gather the divested clothing. Slowly, she stood, her eyes kept on the floor reflecting candlelight, and the doctor’s socked foot with his big toe poking through a conspicuous hole gave her ideas.

“W-what if I come with you? I can mend your clothes—” she bit the inside of her cheek, her courage faltering seeing the doctor look down at his foot, wiggling his toe albeit good-humoredly, “--I’ll sew, shine your shoes. I’ll do housework like always. O-of course, I’ll work harder on my reading. I’ll learn how to write prescriptions for your patients, then I would be of greater help.” 

The doctor put on the fresh set of clothes that Hinata had laid on his bed. “Don’t bind yourself to me, dear Hinata. I do not require that of you…” said the doctor, his voice low and gentle. Drawing close, his shadow merging with hers, the doctor rested his palm on the top of her head. “There’s more to life still waiting ahead of you.”

“That is not true,” said Hinata. “I see nothing in this town. There is nothing for me here. Being with you kept me going. So, I intend to spend the rest of my life serving you, doctor.”

As she let her gaze bore deep into the doctor’s uncovered eye and even to the other covered by a dark eye patch, the doctor trailed his fingers along her chin, inching his mouth to hers. She quickly drew in a breath, lungs clenching it in, and squeezed her eyes shut, her whole body stiffening. She reminded her of the flowering weeds bordering Konoha, the way they waggle to the passing wind. No one tends to them. Nobody looks forward to their blooming or their wilting. Nobody knows their name. And yet they dare resist. The reeds by the river do better than they, nimble and accepting of the caressing breeze.

“You know how I’d take those words. You know what I want,” the doctor whispered, the sadness evident in his voice as he took in the scent of her hair. “And we both know you never truly mean it.”

Tears started pooling in her eyelids.

“Oh, dear Hinata.” Tenderly, the doctor brushed his thumbs on her cheeks, cupping her small face altogether as if he were scooping her up and rescuing her from turbulent polar waters, shivering at the looming threat of calamitous emotions rippling upon her calm façade. “You are closer to my heart than anyone else has ever been. And for the longest time since I knew you, I’ve wanted nothing more than to keep you by my side, protected in my arms from any harm. But often I find your gaze lost somewhere. Like you want to be anywhere else but here. Like you’d rather be in a conversation with someone else. And it’s not pure boredom, I see, no... You never tell me what you want. And I fear I’ll never be able to give you that for the rest of my life.” The doctor sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he let his arms fall to his sides. “There is a longing in your eyes and it’s not meant for me.”

There have been villains in her life. The doctor is not one of them. Though, in trying to rip her open from the inside out with his interrogations, he might as well have been. She clung tightly to the doctor’s sleeves, gasping for air, her vision darkening, squeezing every ounce of strength in her fingers till they were choking red. 

“P-please don’t leave me alone,” she pleaded. 

The doctor, overcome with love and pity at the sight of her, welcomed Hinata into his embrace, supporting all her weight until she was calm enough to speak.

“Tell me, dear. I promise I won’t leave,” said the doctor, soothing her with his caresses on her back. “Tell me your story, the one you haven’t told anyone… Where is your love that you can’t seem to belong anywhere anymore?”

“Nowhere,” she said–

Nowhere. Such a novel word. Like biting raw on a large chunk of cold butter. Like a lie. But it is the truth as far as everyone involved is concerned, only it mattered too little, too minuscule to make ripples ache in the water. There, she let her mind wander elsewhere yet again, idly for a moment, in the dark outside the glass window, dissolving herself in the space between the skull. Softly, like dust motes. Silently, like the single tear escaping the corner of her eye.

It was between a lightning-struck oak, a boulder, and a subtle ledge—the place where they first met. The air was crisp and chill, piercing to fresh, open wounds and bruises. In the hollow on the ground caused by the overturned roots of the oak, Hinata lay coiled into herself like a millipede. It was her nest-like respite, absorbing her tears and nursing her bruises. There, nymphs from surrounding vegetation hopped to probe her clothes, her arms, and her neck, curiously trying to find answers to the state of her affairs. Out of nowhere came screaming and struggling. The swing of a bat. The sound of the bat hitting solid.

“Nowhere, doctor. He is long dead...”

***

“Brother! I will not do it again! I will not do it again…”

Over and over, the boy’s pleadings went unheard.

As soon as it turned quiet, Hinata looked over. Tall, dry grass hid her head. She wasn’t expecting to be found. But he had eyes as dark and piercing as a crow’s or a hawk’s. She dared not to look away. It was his dark raven hair that kept her fastened there, his pale thinnish skin and the purple-yellow bruise on his left cheek mantling his bones jutting out in fair symmetry.

Barely able to stand up as he limped on one leg, the beautiful boy told her,

“Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you.”

He had mistaken her for a beggar even when he himself didn’t have the most appealing entrance.

The boy’s name was Sasuke Uchiha. Or so he told her proudly.

His family belonged to a traveling troupe that chanced upon the village a few days prior and had settled in since, exchanging food and straw for tricks, breathing fire, and performing stunts with fans of various sizes. With the straw, they sold hats, a welcome trade in a village of farmers.

Their friendship blossomed quietly. When she took her father’s goats to graze in the field, he’d always be there waiting for her by the fallen oak. They never spoke about happenings at home and never had plenty to talk about. Children were nuisances from the viewpoint of bustling adults. Sasuke was the leader and Hinata the follower.

Together, they took on adventures: trees and insects had names anew; the mountain range surrounding the town a mere veil that hid lands of his imaginings.

He never made it seem like he needed comfort.

Sasuke had a way of diverting the mind with the persistence in his eyes, his bony hands into fists, his jaws clenched watching the horizon as though he could feel marching foot soldiers off to war just beyond the endless wall of wilderness at a time when wars had long been won and iron used in artillery were molten for railroad tracks. He spoke so convincingly about them that Hinata had learned to yearn for things herself.

“I wanna ride a train. The railroads will connect all places. Hop on one and you’ll get anywhere... What about you?” he said.

Hinata gaped like a fish, her gaze shimmering as Sasuke scooped water from the river and slowly lifted it to her wounded mouth. She could drink some, but mostly, it hurt that it made her tear up.

“I want something sweet…” She sighed. “Just a little sweetness.”

He learned to forage for honey. To brook punishment of the bees just to feed her honeycomb and rub honey on her wounds to soothe the stinging.

“How did you know?”

“What?”

“That this would heal…”

Sasuke shrugged and reached for the cut on her lip, smearing it gently with honey, his fixation making her face hot.

He wore rain boots he lugged around, his gait reminiscent of a duck. He wore the same black shirt for days that hung loosely around his bony frame. But he knew how to count money and boldly talked with adults.

She’d follow him anywhere, she knew. And she’d do it with no hesitation.

No one else had hands that would hold her so tenderly as he did, inviting the swell of her cheek in the cradle of their warmth. For the first time in her life, she dreamt of becoming someone’s wife. They’ll ride a train just as he wanted. She’d cook him the best meals, and they would sleep together in a soft, clean bed, their baby safe and warm between them.

Then, one afternoon, it happened.

It had been pleasant before the storm came. They had been gathering smooth stones by the river; she told Sasuke she never had meat. To young girls like her, even fish was considered a luxury. Meat belonged first to her father, then to her eldest cousin, and then, finally, to her nursing mother. She only had rice to eat daily, and hearing about this, much to her surprise, but flattering altogether, caused a vehement reaction in Sasuke. He was having none of it. She���ll have meat and he shall make it happen. After they gathered stones, Sasuke hunted for birds with his slingshot, while Hinata searched for dry kindling and prepared a fire in the small cave by the riverbank to cook Sasuke’s quarry with.

But the rain soon came and Hinata must hurry to collect her father’s goats. They hated getting rained on as much as she did, and yet she was aware she was of lower value than the animals in her father’s eyes.

She hauled them across the grassy plains to the village, all ten of them, a rowdier bunch than usual (than she could handle, really). Adding on to their difficult temperament was the slippery, muddy trek home which she braved alone barefooted, her straw sandals long lost, mired down in the chaos.

Growing frustrated with the goats, she turned around, hoping to talk them into submission when she saw a familiar face passing in the rain. His clothes were bloody and dangling in his right hand was a bloody bat. It was Sasuke’s elder brother. The one called Itachi.

Hacked a wild boar with it earlier in the day, she heard him say to the old man by the liquor store who invited him in to take shelter from the rain. Her knees shook and her fingers trembled. There were no words to explain the dread. The only thing she knew: she must run away from him. And ran away she did, the goats obediently trailing behind her for they, too, must’ve been frightened and resisted no further.

“You imbecile!—“

One. Two. Three.

“Such a simple task you can’t—!”

Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Each smack of her father’s paddle against her wet clothes left a burning sensation on her damp skin, reverberating to her bones. She could only curl her fingers into fists and let tears roll down her cheeks.

“Mister Hiashi, she will be unable to work tomorrow if you continue that way. Just lock her up with the goats and she will have learned her lesson,” said her mother, a breast dangling out while the baby greedily suckled.

As lightning clashed in the evening sky overhead, Hinata’s heart was just as restless, her guts writhing about from hunger and a sharp sense of unexplained fear. It was cold in the goat’s shelter. Too smelly to be tolerated even for a few hours. Nobody to hear her cries. But more than fearing for her situation, she thought of Sasuke and his brother with the bloodied bat. Darkness walled in around her with no respite. So she turned her gaze upwards, in the small opening that revealed a small piece of the sky, and somehow found herself not as suffocated.

Hands clasped tightly together in a plea to the heavens, she prayed for all the good things she could think of, all that she could convene with her limited imagination, to pour out to Sasuke.

Please keep him safe. Please make his wounds heal. Please make him warm with good food and a nice bed to sleep in tonight.

They were shamefully few, she found, barely scratching the surface of the depth of feeling in her young heart. So, she kept praying for the same things over and over again, throughout the night, until all strength left her.

The news came around the neighborhood the next day. Keep an eye on your children, they said. The youngest member of the traveling troupe had drowned in the river. They couldn’t find the body. The eldest son had only recovered the boy’s bloody lost shirt. Their mother went mad with grief and the rest went on with their lives unbothered.

Everyone else, except Hinata.

Multiple times, Hinata searched, following the direction of the Nakano River. With begged-for materials that carpenter Yamato had no use for in his shop, Hinata built a raft.

She was never successful.

“Hinata?”

She had almost drowned several times and received punishment for it. Her young mind couldn’t fully wrap itself around the very idea: she could bury the birds Sasuke caught that day left in the cave, and yet they couldn’t find his body. No remnant left of him. Disappearing like smoke. Passing on like the invisible wind.

***

The lieutenant’s raspy voice shook her out of her trance. He smiled too brightly that it almost hurt.

“I’m sorry,” he said, somewhat bashfully, as he scratched the back of his head. He has straight blond hair cut close to his scalp, each strand easily catching sunlight that one could easily make out the outline of his skull, the rest of it a permanent halo on his head. “You didn’t act when I called Miss Hyuga so I…” His clear blue eyes turned into crescent slits, his Military Medal of Honor catching a glint of sunlight as it dangled on his left chest in his uniform, making Hinata shield her eyes.

He isn’t bad. Not at all. In fact, he’s too good. For her. For her family. And yet…

“Would you mind telling me more, Lieutenant Uzumaki?” She wasn’t curious about the answers, really. It never mattered anyhow, if only to keep the conversation going until the man decided it was time for her to head home. “Who else do you know from around here?”

She directed her gaze elsewhere out in the several hectares of wheat fields her father had been awarded by the empire for saving an injured general’s life during the war and absently popped in her mouth a grape from the bunch that the military man had gifted her.

“I heard from drinking with pals the other day. There used to be Uchiha around here. I had one Uchiha in my platoon.”

Hinata stopped chewing, the juice turning pronounced acid on her tongue. “Really…?”

“I… What was his name again…” The military man sought the sky for recall. “He kept to himself and didn’t mingle with the rest of us. So when he got caught in an ambush, I guess you could say none of us felt very much of a loss.” He shrugged. “I…. I…” He rubbed his chin pensively. “Itachi? Itachi I think. Do you know any Itachi?”

Hinata swallowed her grape, a corner of her dry lips curling into a secretive smile. “Something good after all,” she mumbled.

“Hm? Come again?”

She smiled at the curious military man who was ever trying to lean in too close to her. She leaned back. “The grapes… They’re good,” she said. “I’m feeling a little numb in my legs.”

“Oh. Shall we head home?”

The military man helped her up from the picnic blanket and his medal glinted again, flashing her eye. When she accepted his good hand, his ears reddened, his eyes melting with giddiness. A giddiness she didn’t share. Not for any nationalistic sentimentality or any other sentimentalities.

“He may have lost an arm, but he’s useful in many other ways. He lost it in the war and that’s a good thing, or so they say. So don’t mind it too much,” said her mother during dinner that evening. She never mentioned anything about the lieutenant’s arm or any qualms about it. Her mother, on the other hand, would have unease strewn about in the bridge of her nose as she quietly sat back in a dark corner, contemplating the lieutenant’s predicament every time he visits.

“As if she’ll ever have it again this good. He is pearls cast before a swine, you hear me?” said her father. “You’re not good at chores and you’re not as smart as your younger sister. So quit showing that long face to him like you’re getting the short end of the stick. You’re making him feel bad, and you’re making the food taste bad!”

Hinata stared at the fish on her plate. Even if the food before her had changed, the taste hadn’t, the flavor of the words even.

“I still think the doctor wasn’t too bad. He’s leaving by the morrow, isn’t he? Hinata?” asked her mother.

“Pour me a drink, woman,” insisted her father. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should use that yapper of yours. That doctor’s got nothing. Comparing him to the mayor’s nephew’s like comparing weeds to wheat that gets delivered to his majesty’s kitchen, do you understand?”

Once the house turned quiet, Hinata put a scarf around her head, packed her clothes in a bundle inside a blanket, some taffy for a little sweetness, and then left some money she earned from the doctor’s place and various other odd jobs in her mother’s coin box. She took one last bow in front of the house and faded into the fogs before daybreak.

She soon arrived at the tracks and saw a lone familiar silhouette standing by the shed of the village’s meager station.

“Doctor!” she called out. And the doctor waved at her.

He was checking his pocket watch and just as he was about to put it back in, the roaring blast of the train’s whistle pierced the early morning calm, the bell clanking, the ground rumbling in rolling waves at its persistent advance. The rails whimpered as they slowed to a halt.

She almost forgot to breathe, seeing its magnificent build, hand on her head steadying her scarf, fearing it might get blown away by the wind and the otherworldly whirls of steam cascading about the locomotive.

The doctor stepped onto the small track of stairs of the train and held out his hand.

“Hinata?”

Hinata took in a deep breath, gulped, and never once looked back as she placed her hand in the doctor’s palm.

The doctor led her to a cabin, and once the train gradually sped again, by the window, the station grew smaller until she could see it no longer.

“Didn’t you ask me one time what my favorite flowers were?” Hinata asked, still gazing out the window, at her reflection in the glass superimposed against the mountain view peeking through the fogs.

“Hm?”

“And I told you I haven’t thought about it,” she said. “Well, I have now.”

The doctor reached for a cigar in his pocket and lit it. “You have? Interesting. Tell me.”

“Weeds,” she said, turning to face him, “Nameless flowering weeds doctor. Perhaps they do have a name and I haven’t heard about it. But I like them.”

The doctor seemed amused. “Why no one would’ve even thought of it. But I do. Some medicine, some poison… Which one specifically might you be referring to?”

Hinata turned to the window again. “I don’t know. Just any flowering weed no one cared about. Forgotten, not tended to. Unbothered, undisturbed. Hurting nobody. Just living. And yet they still grow. Because you see, even his elder brother died in the war. Just like my cousin. And I had no hand in it.”

“Whose elder brother?”

Suddenly, darkness swallowed the light, squeezing in her head, making it hard to breathe. Everywhere was pitch black, and the only speck of light left was the tip of the doctor’s cigar. It was terrible being unable to see the floor inside a moving vessel, the overwhelming thrum of it, outside and within the hollow of her chest, her mind convinced she was being spun, and the rickety sounds of its parts threatening it might come apart if some wind willed it to. Hinata panicked, close to tears.

 The doctor pulled her next to him and wrapped his arms around her. “It’s alright, it’s alright, dear Hinata. Just close your eyes. There’s nothing to fear. Once we reach the end of the tunnel, there’s nothing to fear…”

She couldn’t clearly see the doctor’s face, but she trusted him in that moment, the light of his cigar, the smell of smoke, and his warmth, and allowed herself to be comforted by them, leaning her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. Only then was her body reminded that she hadn’t slept a wink throughout the night.

While wrestling against the haze of sleep, an image bubbled and popped. She and the doctor sitting by a fireplace in a nice house, in a place far away. Perhaps the place she was looking for. That when the darkness ended, drowsily peering at the doctor’s face touched by sunlight, the gentleness of his gaze at her, the firmness and the warmth of him, Hinata could almost feel the syllables of his name roll off her tongue.

Kakashi.

The fearful throb of her heart settled to a calm. And she began feeling a subtle sort of sweetness frothing and spilling about her body at being protected by the doctor.

She started awake at the conductor knocking on the cabin wall, feeling cold on her toes. The train can proceed no further. The tracks had frozen.

“… Sasuke,” she mumbled, briefly reminded of the question the doctor had posed earlier before they entered the tunnel as she drifted into sleep.

***

“He had already left, two stations ago.” The conductor looked at her confusingly.

She started awake at the conductor knocking on the cabin wall, feeling cold on her toes. The train can proceed no further. The tracks had frozen.

“Where’s… Where’s the doctor? The man I was with?” The doctor had put a blanket over her and his long coat as her pillow.

Hinata scrambled to get up. “But I… I… That can’t be right.” Then a piece of paper fell from the doctor’s long coat. It was the doctor’s handwriting. She picked it up.

“If memory serves me right,” continued the conductor, “the man handed me two different tickets. One for the Sound County and one for the Iron Town.”

Hinata focused on reading each word, making sure she understood its meaning. Unable to believe in her own reading, she handed the note to the conductor for him to read.

“Read it carefully for me, please,” she said, her breath like a wisp of smoke dispelled in the air. How peculiar it was. How daunting. She rubbed her hands together.

“Dear Hinata,” read the conductor.

In the letter, he disclosed he’s found her a job. At an old acquaintance’s place in Iron Town, someone he grew up with back in Sound County. A man named Mifune. She’d be in good hands. He’ll be waiting for her at the train station so she’d have no problems locating the place.

“… So he was from Sound County. He went home.” And left her alone.

Hinata fixed the scarf around her head and went about gathering her things.

Looking outside, the cold felt more domineering. There was nothing but pure white everywhere: on the ground, in the sky, and in the space in between.

“Where am I, Mister?” she asked the conductor.

“Just about half a mile ahead and you’ll reach Iron Town, Miss.”

“How far is Sound County from here?”

“Hnn… Should be about two hours. But not in this weather, Miss, if you’re planning to go after that man. No train’s traveling in this weather.”

“I understand that much. Thank you.” Hinata sighed and proceeded out of the cabin. The rest of the train had already been empty, the blowing wind whistling through every crevice it could get into.

“Ah, Miss! Wait. There’s still something written in the back.”

Hinata turned back ever so slightly, in her slow way, leaving the conductor mum for a few good seconds. After he’d gathered about his wits, he took off his cap, and awkwardly gawked at the back of the note.

“He said… um, he said if you’d ever meet again… if circumstances make it so you’d meet again, he’d take it as a sign. But for now, he’s giving up so you find what you’re truly looking for.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind,” she said, giving a polite smile.

Overcome with concern for the lonely lovely lady, the conductor, led by his dog, helped Hinata through the blizzard. Her feet, wearing shoes inappropriate for the frigid weather, were beginning to hurt. She couldn’t withstand opening her eyes to the onslaught of wind and frozen water particles prickling her skin. Like a blind person, she let the stranger and his dog guide her to safety. When they reached the train station, it was considerably larger than the one in Konoha with more people in silhouettes crouched over, trying to fend against the cold. She, too, was wet and freezing all over.

“It seems that the blizzard’s snuffed the electricity out,” said the conductor. “I must go back to the train now, Miss… Though I’d hate to leave you. I can stay until you find the person waiting for you.”

“Oh no. I’ll be alright. Thank you. How can I ever repay you?” she said. At this point, she could hardly feel her toes and could hardly stop her jaws from smattering.

The conductor blushed in spite of the cold gesturing with his hands in front of him declining any payment. Hinata decided to give him taffy and petted his white, furry dog to thank it for helping them out in the blizzard.

She scouted the dim train station from end to end, hoping she’d stumble across someone looking for somebody… anybody. But no one was. Bystanders ignored her, busying themselves with getting warm. When the cold became unbearable, she drew near a group circling a fire drum, some holding their hands out, some playing cards.

“You’re not from here, are you?” A woman with a reddish mane approached her, half of her scalp shaved, her ears dripped with piercings. “Of course not,” she added after looking at Hinata from head to toe.

Hinata had to step back until the other woman had her pressed up against the wall.

“U-um… I…”

“Let me tell you the rules round here, you don’t get something without paying for it, you hear me?! Now pay up if you wanna get warm!”

Then the people behind her heckled, their laughs like beasts eyeing her way for prey, their shadows eerily dancing over the light of the flames. Taking advantage of her confused state, the woman forcefully took her luggage and pushed her hard on the cold concrete ground. They burned her clothing, assessing them of now value, emptied what remained in her purse, and even took all her taffy.

When the blizzard died down, she had grown considerably colder. The doctor’s long coat bogged down by water weight, could hardly keep her warm anymore. Still, she kept it on herself, perched on the bench in the waiting area closest to the rails, blowing whatever’s left of her warmth into her frozen fingers. She reminded herself of a wet bird. The birds Sasuke caught that afternoon were huddled and damp when she found them. In the end, she wasn’t entirely faultless. If she didn’t say she wanted meat, then Sasuke wouldn’t have bothered. He wouldn’t have been by the river. His brother wouldn’t have easily carried out the crime. She wondered about his last moments. If he had hurt as much as she is hurting now. If sleeping helped ease it.

Before she could completely close her eyes, someone grabbed her shoulder and shook her hard.

“Hey you, don’t sleep here!” said the gruff voice. “Do you wanna die?”

She could hardly tell the man’s face for he wore a furry sort of cap that covered his ears and his scarf covered until his nose.

“If you plan on dying, don’t bother people with your dead body. There’s plenteous space in the field in front of you. You won’t be found rotting until spring.”

“I-I’m sorry, I was only waiting for someone to find me,” she said, staring purposely at the stranger trying to understand his line of questioning when she had done him no wrong. “I only thought it’d be easier to find me here.”

She stood up from her perched position on the bench and slipped into her worn-out, damp shoes. The stranger didn’t go on about his business, whatever that was, and kept observing her.

“Anything else you wish to say?”

“Do you know anyone named Kakashi Hatake?”

“Y-yes…” Hinata paused. “Are you by any chance Mister Mifune?”

“No,” said the man. “I’m the one he sent to get you. That old man’s bones are wilting in this weather. He’s completely useless at times like this. If you’re planning on coming with me, get rid of that wet coat and wear this.” The man took off his coat and handed it to her. “And get rid of those shoes as well. I knew you come for somewhere sunny all year round so I brought this.” He thrust out the snow boots he brought along, which at one glance, Hinata could tell were many sizes too big.

“I-I’m fine wearing this.” She clung to the doctor’s long coat.

The gruff-sounding man huffed annoyedly. “There’s only a few more hours left to the daylight, Miss. And electricity’s out. I’ll spare none of it for chitchat, you understand?” He took it upon himself to take the long coat of her, which, much to his dismay, had clung to her clothes, making it harder to pull.

He put the coat on her, pulled at her limbs like she was a rag doll, and stuffed her freezing feet in each boot.

“Where’s your luggage?”

“…”

“Fine. Don’t answer. All the better for the both of us.”

When she tried to pick up the doctor’s long coat, he stopped her. “Leave it.”

“No!”

“It’s only gonna make you colder carrying that. I’m not carrying that for you, miss.”

She defended with the last ounce of resistance she could afford until she was completely overpowered and he was able to tear it out from her hands and tossed it outside across the rails on the snow.

She stood mouth agape near the edge remembering the doctor, his comforting presence, his tender eyes when they got out of the tunnel.

“Are you coming or not?” said the man. “I can leave you here if you want. I’d have no problem with that.”

The snow was almost up to the knees on the main roads. She had a hard time keeping up with him. Each step forward could drown, and the sky turned overcast, making it hard to see. Before she knew it, he was a smaller figure, far from here. She tried to run only to end up tripping, one of the boots trapped in the snow. There was also a certain comforting quality to the snow, she found. So white and pure that tears would disappear as soon as they fell on it. The gruff man was right, she could be buried underneath, and no one would know. She sat on the snow, unmindful of the wetness seeping through her bottom as she pushed the snow away to find the boot in the hole where her right foot had been.

"Why didn't you call out?" said the gruff voice behind her.

"I'm used to it," she said.

“Hop on,” he said with an exhausted sigh, lowering his back to her. She didn’t answer and continued pulling out the boot. She put it back on her other foot and was surprised when she was abruptly lifted from the ground.

“What are you---?!”

“Keep still or I’ll dump you on the side of the road.”

The man whose name she doesn’t know was rude and unkind but he was definitely strong. Not once did he falter carrying her through the pile of snow. Perhaps he served in the military. But perhaps not. The Iron seemed a more progressive place than Konoha. People aren’t desperate to be conscripted just to eat white rice once they enter the military, especially in times of low harvest, as was the case with her cousin and with plenty of young men, heirs to family names in their town.

He stopped in an alley, set her down, and opened the door. It was even dimmer inside.

“Come in,” he said, unwinding the scarf around his neck as he went inside.

She took a few steps in and closed the door behind her, enclosing them in darkness, though she could see a hint of light on the floor further away.

The man scratched a matchstick against the wall, blue flame sparking in the whoosh. Guarding it with his other hand with great caution, the man guided it to the candlestick set on top of a small table. The flame bit the candle wicks and casted a brighter yellow glow in the room, revealing floral patterned walls and small decorative plates on the shelves. The room then led to a hallway with doors on each side.

“Leave the boots in there. All your wet clothes,” said the man.

And she could see now his raven hair where the light touched, the outline of his nose, his shoulders, the girth of his body. The cut of him matched a pattern in her mind. And in that uncanny instant, it was as if her spirit had taken the air out of her body, taking all her strength and feeling along with it.

“I mean, not all your clothes, of course.” He scrunched his brows and cleared his throat. She clearly saw then how dark his eyes were, how piercing, and the shape of his face, matured and chiseled, not child-like in every way. “Don’t get the hallway wet. Follow me.”

Cautiously, and with what presence of mind she had left, she stepped out of the boots, left the coat next to where he left his winter wear, and floated behind him.

“This here’s the living room, where Mifune stays most days nowadays---” Noticing she hadn’t been paying attention to where he intended to and had merely kept her eyes at him, he waved the candlelight in front of her, trying to catch the light in her eyes. “Hey, I said, Mifune. The man you’re supposed to meet... Well, that’s Master Mifune for you.”

Hinata blinked and directed her gaze inside the room where a man slept on the couch buried in piles of blankets next to the fireplace, open-mouthed with an open book on his chest.

“Once he’s like that, there’s no helping him. He hadn’t even had dinner yet,” the man groused. “Anyway, I suggest you hit the sack and see him in the morning.”

He proceeded past the other rooms and stopped at the one at the end. “You sleep here for the evening. I’ll bring you things to dry yourself with and some spare attire. You don’t mind men’s clothes, do you?” He turned to her, his face waiting for an answer.

“…”

“Hello? Good evening?”

“…”

“Hey, Miss. Let me tell you one thing. You may have not seen a face as good as mine back where you’re from, but you can’t survive here if you keep behaving out of it, do you understand?” He stooped down her line of sight, exposing his face fully to the light to prove his point.

Hinata gasped, stepping back, trembling hands covering her mouth.

Oh, it was him. She was sure of it now. The impression of his boyish face persisted in her mind even as tears crowded her view and blurred the sight of him.

“S-Sasuke…” she exhaled a shaky breath.

The man narrowed his eyes, visibly taken aback. “Yes, my name’s Sasuke… I haven’t introduced myself. How do you know that?”

Hinata shook her head, wiping her tears, and smiled in spite of it. “Is this place good? Are you able to eat three times a day?... Sleep in a good bed?... Is it a happy place here?”

Sasuke’s forehead crinkled, finding her line of questioning peculiar. “I guess… You know, dinner bread’s available just down the hallway to the left. I mean right. With some borscht. Yeah.” He walked away looking spooked.

“Wait.” He stopped and turned in her direction.

Hinata took refuge in the nook of the door frame, wishing herself to be so small and thin as a sheet that she would fit into the smallest of crannies. She couldn’t bear to see him a moment longer. Not now. For there was no sign of recognition for her anywhere in his eyes. Not even a hint of it. But what relief to see him strong, to see him in good health. She tried to open the door, pushed desperately against it, and before she could fully figure out how the whole mechanism worked, Sasuke charged in, caught her wrist, and pushed her against the wall, so they see eye to eye.

“… Who are you again?”

The mere contact was severe. Like lightning, it shook and set her ablaze, deep into the bone.

“It’s me… It’s Hinata.”

He needed to know. She wanted him to know. Even perhaps, with the rippleless, selfish desire of nameless flowering weeds when no one tends to them, nobody looks forward to their blooming or their wilting, and nobody knows their name. Yet they dare resist.

End.

This was originally my response to PianoCoat’s prompt for Sasuke’s birthday in the shmonth discord server. A story that contains the following objects in no particular order: train station, lost shirt, candle, blizzard, and “Wait... who are you?”

I hope you enjoyed it:)

#day3 #dépaysement #sasuhinamonth2022 #shmonth2022 #SasuHina

[fuguesenmontagne]

Retour en image sur un super week end de randonnées en raquette, chaleureusement hébergé en pension complète à l'auberge des Erables.

La météo était parfaite, avec des brumes matinales qui nous ont offert de belles et mystérieuses ambiances en forêt, et un franc soleil l'après midi qui nous a tous fait grand bien - même s'il faisait parfois un peu chaud...! Une météo suffisamment douce pour se laisser aller à la sieste sur les crêtes du Crêt au Merle, après le déjeuner !

L'enneigement était un peu juste, mais la connaissance du terrain de Geoffroy, l'accompagnateur du week end de notre agence Fugues en Montagne, a tout de même permis de bien profiter de ce moment hors du temps ! On en redemande !

Crédits photo : Geoffroy ALIMONDO

#paysage #montagne #hiver #randonnée #raquettes #vacances #nature #weekend #jura #haut-jura #la Pesse #Lac de l'Embouteilleux #accompagnateurenmontagne #naturesauvage #dépaysement #séjour #neige #soleil #voyage #accompagnement #plaisir #brumes

[ssmindseeking]

Day 30 #Dépaysement • 10.28.2022: Áre you willing to keep a secret that's not your own Ky.. •{Not if it's making me feel uncomfortable and goes against my integrity.. I am not and will not be willfully holding nor reliving secrets/experiences that keep me residing in stagnation or despair.. I choose forward motion.. My growth isn't meant tô bê paraded around in someone's public like a circus full of experiences.. My growth isn't and hasn't been àn easy feat, but vêry doable and worth it every day.. I choose tô TrUSt My processes.. By the end of My day, I always experiência a sense of accomplishment..} • As shared by Abraham Maslow, "One can choose to go back towards safety or forward towards growth.. Growth must bê chosen again and again; fear must bê overcome again and again.." •][• Perhaps you have been holding back your feelings or opinions in an effort to get along with someone. This individual might have complained about your strong responses in the past, and you would like to maintain the peace. However, keeping something in for too long without venting increases the risk of exploding. Yet, it doesn't mean that you need to stop yourself from interacting. The solution is to communicate in a better way with this person, who may be deeply sensitive. It could be beneficial to ponder what you want to express ahead of time and to think of the tools to deliver it. If you approach it in the right style, you will be in contact kindly and calmly.. 🙏🏽🙏🏽💙🙏🏽🙏🏽 2023: The Year of Completion.. >< The daily reflection question: What opportunities are awaiting for you outside of your comfort zone..? . . #Gratitude #MyDailyCalm #ReclaimingMyFeelings #ExploreMore #Positive #SelfEmpowerment #Inspiration #ImGivingMyselfPositiveBlessings #SSMindSeeKING #KysRamble @kysramble On most platforms except satélite.. New Season LIVE.. Past Seasons Available.. #PodcastAndHeal #ISpeakUniversalLanguages #Music #UnconditionalLove #TrUSt #Intuition #Poetry #UnbreakableBonds #UniversalExperiences #EverlastingConnections #Life #5LsADay #LikeLifeLoveLaughLive #OnPurpose https://www.instagram.com/p/CkSPz_Ug2sZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dépaysement #gratitude #mydailycalm #reclaimingmyfeelings #exploremore #positive #selfempowerment #inspiration #imgivingmyselfpositiveblessings #ssmindseeking #kysramble #podcastandheal #ispeakuniversallanguages #music #unconditionallove #trust #intuition #poetry #unbreakablebonds #universalexperiences #everlastingconnections #life #5lsaday #likelifelovelaughlive #onpurpose

[youraverageaemondsimp]

DÉPAYSEMENT // Modern!Fem!reader x Aemond Targaryen [HIATUS]

Summary: You had volunteered to parttake in a time travel experiment, thinking that this attempt would also fail just like the others but you never give up an opportunity to learn or experience new things, so what happens when the experiment does end up successful? trapped in the period of the greatest civil war, you try to not interfere between those events while trying to figure out a way back hopelessly, until you bump into none other than Aemond targaryen.

based off this idea

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Chapter one ; Chapter two ; Chapter three ;

Chapter four ; Chapter five ; Chapter six ;

Chapter seven ; Chapter eight ; Chapter nine ;

Chapter ten ; Chapter eleven ; Chapter Twelve ;

Chapter Thirteen ; Chapter Fourteen ; Epilogue ;

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Series playlist

Series Moodboard

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drabble : life before you went back in time

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#aemond fic #aemond x fem!reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #aemond #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond smut #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #YAAS;Dépaysement

[zan-the-second]

FH AU Dump

Have an FH AU Dump because I have so many fucking brainworns and I might combust if I don't let this out and I can't write it because I already have acoh AND sn&gl

Scott goes apeshit AU(Not exactly FH but damn I want to see this so bad)

-aka Aeor gets called out AU -Set in E!Scott's perfect afterlife -Aeor shows up(publicly may I add, like in front of the entire Rivendell Council) and declares Scott as his Champion and Scott is like “Oh hellll, no” -Aeor does not take the rejection lightly and pulls the Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss maneuver -THEN SCOTT STANDS UP FOR HIMSELF -"How dare you speak to your god like that! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be here! You are nothing without the powers I blessed you with! I gave you everything, and you threw it away!"

""Gave you everything"?! Bitch, please! You gave me NOTHING! You weren't the one who helped me when I was at my lowest! I clawed my way to where I am now. I trained, I practiced, I poured everything I had. And you weren't there! The reason I got to where I am today is because of ME, and never you." -Meanwhile, Jimmy, Xornoth, and Scott's parents are very much concerned and horrified -BONUS: Ice magic fight because Scott deserves to kick Aeor's ass

A God's Lover AU

-Jimmy is Aeor, Grian is Exor(Listener and Watcher duo let's goooo) -Scott reincarnates and Jimmy tries to meet him in every world because the mf is in love with a mortal. -Grian is hunting Scott down after what happened in LL because the Watchers are pissed. Jimmy is trying to protect Scott. -The prophecy isn't true, it's just Jimmy trying to warn Scott. It doesn't end well as we see in canon -Scott is very much flattered with the fact that he managed to catch a God as a boyfriend -FINAL BATTLE SCENARIO WHERE GRIAN HAD ENOUGH AND APPEARS TO FINISH THE JOB, BUT JIMMY INTERVENES. -“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” Exor grins, fangs glinting in the light, “Hello, Timmy”

Jimmy scoffs. “Don't call me that.”

“Oh?” Exor tilts his head, an amused expression on his face. “Would you prefer ‘Aeor’?”

“Well now you made it worse,” Jimmy says with a roll of his eyes, gripping his sword tighter.

Dépaysement AU

-3L!Jimmy and E!Jimmy switching places around the time before the Kidnapping Rescue(Empires) and after the Burning of the Banner(3rd Life) -ngl I want this solely for the hilarious possibility of a sweet 3L!FH reunion meanwhile E!FH are being awkward AF -IMAGINE Grian somehow manages to open a portal to the Empires Dimension just in time for the final battle with Xornoth, 3L!gang(Grian, Scar, Joel, Scott) +E!Jimmy helping to defeat the demon and no one notices/cares that some random people are helping them. Then after all the chaos, as the smoke on the battlefield clears, 3L!Scott practically leaping into 3L!Jimmy's arms, both of them sobbing and whispering sweet nothings to each other. Scar is basically ugly crying about how cute they are, Grian and 3L!Joel as the "I am too single for this" gang, E!Jimmy going "This is so cursed but also so adorable, E!Scott being "What am I seeing and why do I kind of like it", and the entire Empires crew just being very fucking confused

Rogue AU

-Scott is a prince that got kidnapped but he somehow escaped and was found by Jimmy, who is a bandit/rogue -Jimmy helps Scott to get home and trying to convince himself he's doing it for the reward and not because he's very much in love with Scott -Idk man, just a fun episodic-ish type of fic where they go from town to town til they reach the capital -Healthy dose of yearning and falling into domesticity

And that's it! These two have been occupying my brain for far too long XD Please PLEASE if you want to send asks about any of these aus feel free to do so!! Give me someone to ramble about them lol

#flower husbands #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #it's home? home #zan screams #zan writes #au dump #fic idea #empires smp #3rd life smp #dépaysement au #a god's lover au #rogue au #please send me asks #my brain is gonna explode if i don't release this

[apamates]

Decided to organize stuff today before work and it was a big mistake because I refuse to part with my books

#hardest part of trying to to fit your whole life in a 23kg suitcase is realizing 23kg is nothing #local woman tempted to call in sick due to saudade dépaysement and emotions of such nature

[neoyorzapoteca]

In your linguistic focus(es), what is your favorite untranslatable word and, as best you can describe, what does it mean? I’ve always loved the French word dépaysement, which is something like uncountried: a sudden feeling that you are not at home, not in a familiar place. It’s different than homesickness, because it doesn’t necessarily have a negative connotation, and in fact when I feel the sentiment of dépaysement most acutely, it’s when I am happy to be elsewhere, to feel uprooted or uncountried; when I am startled to feel utterly myself somewhere else.

Wit Month: Q&A with Emma Ramadan — The Magic Word

[popagan]

Hey there! I was wondering if It was okay to ask for some fic recs? I read your izaya post and already devoured the ones you mentioned 😭

(if not that's okay too!! No pressure, ty ty 🫶🫶)

Gladly. I'll put some fics I have saved in my library, which range from one-shots to longer series. I'll put it in two categories - finished and ongoing(unfinished/abandoned), in word count order (Ascending), as well as a poorly made logline from me for each fic (+ links). I'll also add some additional notes on my end regarding certain (most) fics.

Finished:

5 times Izaya was told I love you (391 words) - The plot is in the title. Shizuo/Izaya.

It's short but sweet(?), I'm a huge fan of writings that uses listing as a form of narrative.

Just to Talk (660 words) - It's Valentine's, and also Tsukumoya-and-Izaya-fighting-in-their-chat day. Tsukumoya/Izaya (implied).

I love Tsukumoya and Izaya's chatlogs, there's something so gossip girls about them. And they bicker like an old married couple (in spirit) as well.

Tsukumoya Shinichi's Turn! (1k words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya reflects on his relationship (as well as feelings) with Izaya.

Very creative writing, I adore their take on Tsukumoya's character.

I Think I Miss Him (1k2 words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya finds Izaya. Tsukumoya/Izaya.

This one hits a particular spot, given the ending is my kind of drill.

Sweet like vanilla pudding (1k6 words) - Shizuo finds a new way to tease Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Adorable, adorable, adorable. Important things must be repeated thrice.

Izaya's Zoo of the Strange and Unusual (1k8 words) - Shiki got Izaya to be a babysitter for exotic animals. Shiki/Izaya.

Camorra usually writes stories that incorporates fantastical/fairy tale-like elements, to which I absolutely adore, their comedy writing is one of my favorite.

dépaysement (2k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing--compared to other people--takes a different route for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

It isn't a fic recommendation blog from user popagan if I don't mention onewhodiedyoung at least once (I'm sorry). The way onewhodiedyoung write is not something I wanted but something I never knew I needed. A work of art, I say.

I Promise (2k3 words) - History calls it Christmas Eve, Izaya calls it The End, Shizuo/Izaya.

I love this one, mainly the buildup. I think about their take in Izaya's character way too frequently. Kanra_chan writes a lot of interesting stories.

flytrap (3k2 words) - A reflection, a continuation of what could've been and what had happened; as well as what might - or will happen. Shinra/Izaya.

Beautiful writing, enchanted me from start to finish.

venus in furs (3k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Hanahaki disease and the loved in question is a lover of mankind. Shizuo/Izaya.

I love zigur's writing - especially how they describe Izaya as someone with a surreal kind of beauty. I also love stories told in second pov.

Open Cage (4k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing in a new city, and re-meeting a certain monster. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

Bittersweet. Gives me chills every time I reread it.

This Is How We End (4k4 words) - Shizuo chose to be better, but that may include letting go of a certain enemy - if impulsivity isn't a problem. Shizuo/Izaya.

Finding TeamAlphaQ's works is like striking gold. My absolute favorite, but their other works may strike your fancy better - subjectivity and all that.

Sub-Zero (4k7 words) - Namie-centric. A secretary bonding with her mentally ill boss. Shizuo/Izaya (implied?).

I can't say a lot without spoiling it, but prepare for heartbreaks maybe. I love Namie and Izaya bonding(?) though. Friendships are the best.

stranger than earth (5k3 words) - Shiki-centric, Shiki/Izaya.

I don't know what else to say other than that it is the whole plot. Beautiful writing, the ship is a bit questionable though (and it's not their writing I have a problem with - far from it; just the nature of said ship strikes me as odd - but AO3 isn't a lawless land for nothing. One must be able to distinguish fiction from reality if one wish to indulge into Internet culture, yes?). Zigur once more, I love Greek myths and there isn't a lot I can defend myself with.

lie me to sleep (6k6 words) - Post-ketsu. Izaya is Shizuo's god.

I'm a bit guilty for referencing Izaya's "You past is your god" but a chance like this is one in a lifetime - I had to do it. The writing is another kind of heartache. This tender melancholy is what kept me afloat in the midst of many agonizing fic (cough April 23rd, laundry, All That Hate cough). Instead of burying me in the dirt, onewhodiedyoung buried me in flowers and let me choke on pollens instead.

Shizuo Vs. Valentine's (7k5 words) - Shizuo wakes up to a Valentine's gift at his door. Shizuo & Izaya.

The comedy found in the established situation left me giddy. Very fun read.

Why I Hate Izaya Orihara: An Essay by Shizuo Heimajiwa (8k2 words) - Shizuo listing out the problems in his life, and that includes Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

TeamAlphaQ strikes again, I love the comedy in this; and once more - listing and repetitions. They're my guilty pleasure it seems.

Clair de Lune (8k1 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya healing. Shizuo/Izaya.

I recommend all of NoteInABottle's works. If I could, I would make a homework out of it for everyone reading this blog here to read all of their work - DRRR or not. But unfortunately I did not read their non-DRRR work so I am not exempted from shame.

Just Walk Down the Aisle Already (9k1 words) - Izaya thinks marriage is nonsensical, Shizuo begs to differ. Shizuo/Izaya.

Kind of Strange (9k2 words) - Izaya is a wish-granting kind of being, Shizuo is not thrilled. Shizuo/Izaya.

kamogawa (9k2 words) - Shizuo, Izaya, Kamogawa; and their years-old feud. Shizuo/Izaya.

Words cannot describe how emotional this made me at 4 in the morning. It was reaching blue hour as well (my favorite hour) - the surrealness and sentiment was overwhelming.

All That Hate (9k5 words) - Izaya-centric. Like all things, it comes to an end. Shizuo/Izaya (one-sided).

It is in the tags so I'll reiterate - it is a heartbreaker, this fic. And I am positively eating this up. The last few lines took my heart and ran over it with a Caterpillar 320D L Hydraulic Excavator.

laundry (9k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Shizuo finds Izaya in all the odd hours of this rundown laundry establishment.

Well, all I can say is that my jaw was on the floor. I recommend all of izayas's DRRR work, though. til the war's won (10k words) is another favorite of mine.

Time; Between Spaces (16k words) - A strange amnesiac Shizuo and a stranger Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

An interesting take on Izaya as a character, never failed to give my stomach butterflies. Their writing is so endearing, reminds me of high school love stories in a way (unsure how and why). Silly Shizaya, oh so silly.

Ice like Glass (23k words) - Izaya tries to win over a Winter Fairy - a Fairy Prince might I add. Shiki/Izaya.

Under the Surface (23k words) - Buried (2010) with Shizuo and Izaya bonding.

An enjoyable ride, for the characters maybe not so much.

see you on the other side; (28k words) - Between slip-ups, there are gaps in their relationship--one of which is a busted skull. Shizuo/Izaya.

The first two chapters gave me a slap which had me spinning 5 times in the air and land on my back - crashing into a comically large pool of my own tears. Proud to say I've been here since chapter 1 (sobbing).

Telescope Now (40k words) - A concussion turned wrong. Shizuo/Izaya.

It was a rollercoaster-of-emotions experience reading this fic. Certain lines had me silently scream into thin air and sob into my pillows.

Viewpoint (43k words) - Namie-centric, as well as Shizuo/Namie, Izaya/Namie, and implied Shizuo/Izaya.

I think you'll have to find out by reading it, I'm unsure how I can explain this without giving the plot away. Fairly intriguing; major spoilers ahead - I'm a bit bummed out the Shizuo & Izaya chapter never released, and also a tad more bummed out it didn't end as polyamory. Nevertheless, wonderful work, beautiful analysis into Namie as a character.

The Fox and the Samurai (127k words) - Izaya is a fox spirit and Shizuo is a samurai tasked to kill him.

Very interesting, I love old/medieval themes. Was delighted at the ending.

Ongoing/Unfinished:

Disney Stories, As Told By The Cast Of Durarara!! (1k6 words) - DRRR casts in Disney stories. Shizuo/Izaya.

Endlessly entertaining. Interesting idea, shame it never continued. Would've love to see Cinderella Izaya/Shizuo.

elevator ego. (11k words) - Someone wants Izaya gone, and it'll take a friend and an enemy to do that. Shizuo/Izaya and Shinra/Izaya (apparently).

Kept me at the edge of my seat, unfortunately I'll never get to see the end of it. The last two chapters will remain as one of my life's biggest mystery.

Toes (12k words) - Post-ketsu. Shinra and Shizuo looks for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Was hooked since the synopsis. I adore the story, would've love to see more.

In a Week (18k words) - In which Shizuo is a priest assigned to a small countryside community, and Izaya is a vampire. Shizuo/izaya.

I love the story established here, hoping to see more. It was updated a month ago.

When It Counts (23k words) - Darkwood-esque (stated in tags). Doomsday-like, infestations, forests, and also a dying Izaya it seems. Shizuo/Izaya.

Interesting concept. Looking forward to the next chapter. I enjoy adversities and doomsdays fics (procrastinating on other zombie apocalypse Shizaya fics as I'm writing this). It's rather humorous at times as well - that or I'm coping.

Go To Hell (45k words) - Medieval theme. Izaya finds himself in another world with his memories tampered. Shizuo/Izaya.

Takes place in Hell (quite literally). Interesting concept, I love the imageries. I might draw something for this fic after I've cleared commissions. It's still starting and establishing its plot and I can't wait for a new chapter to come by this Saturday (if things go smoothly on their end).

City of Sunshine (59k words) - An OC who had been transferred to Ikebukuro. What's worse - it's in an anime as well.

I love stories where characters are pushed into a world that was a media they've consumed before. I really wish to see more of this, seeing I got attached to said character haha. Furthermore, nothing hooks me up more than a character befriending everyone and just trying to navigate in their newfound environment. I really hope to find more work like these - I'm a believer of all DRRR casts x fun times/friendships lol. Back to this fic - I love how they incorporate their own character with the DRRR storyline; slice of life + overarching storyline/personal character goals? Count me in.

Tangled Threads (75k words) - Shizuo and Delic are two cousins who closely resemble each other, and Izaya has two hands for a reason. Shizuo/Izaya, Delic/Izaya.

It's a rather explicit fic--but I was too deep in the plot to stop (2 A.M. decisions). The concept hooked me and now I reap the undying curiosity of what could happen next. I made the rookie mistake of reading before checking the last time it was updated - only to check it halfway through the fic and knees-deep in the trench. Now my yearning will go unanswered. A mild spoiler here (which could serve as a warning) - but the latest chapter is right at the climax, so now I'm left on this cliff--teetering to insanity.

Ophidian (104k words) - In which Izaya is Shizuo's yokai companion and they fight other spirits together. Shizuo/Izaya(?).

I'm not sure if it'll get another update - I hope it will. I'm loving the energy this fic has created in the studio today. Beautiful imageries; the amount of research and dedication that might've gone into this fic is commendable.

Impostor (130k words) - Medieval theme. To which Izaya has to fake being a woman to marry the king (Shizuo). Shizuo/Izaya.

There are a lot of things I love - medieval themes being one of them. I can't fight the allegations on my part here. I love Shirohimesstories, they're the reason I check AO3 every Saturday with their 5 ongoing Shizaya fics. Chapter 25 and 26 gave my heart a good squeeze.

I think that's all I could remember/find for now. I've only rejoined the fandom and started reading this February (it took me years to realize I could try and look for DRRR fics on AO3). And I'm barely through page 30 on the DRRR (truthfully - only Izaya Orihara tags) works page and there are still more works I'm finding amongst those 30 pages. I've also been writing this blog for way longer than I would like to, so I'll stop here.

I apologise to all the authors whose works have been mentioned here - not out of ill will or so, but rather because I did not leave a comment in most of them (and I wish I could leave more than one kudos). Please take this entire blog site as an apology (I'm not sure if it's enough/worthy to be regarded as compensation). I should make it a habit to leave a comment soon, I get too shy when I'm about to press post and it's hard to find the proper words to compliment people's works without making it sound repetitive/reused.

Regardless, I've held you (yes, you) for way too long, haha. Thank you for sparing your time reading this poorly-made tangent I've been on. For the ask - I apologise it took so long, I have no defense. I hope you enjoy the fics I recommend here.

Also, Izaya birthday merch dropped, on april 23rd (for some people--it's me. I am people). Here's to all the broken hearts and drained wallets.

#durarara #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #popask #fic rec #i don't think i can upload anything new anytime soon (unless proven otherwise - you know how inspiration goes) #please take the route to my twitter as it is where i post more works with varying degree of qualities #i tend not to post the same thing on different platforms #sorry i keep editing this

[heyjude19-writing]

hello!

I'm the anon that asked this Q: https://www.tumblr.com/heyjude19-writing/738695824048095232/i-really-enjoyed-that-u-made-a-drarry-starter?source=share And am never more grateful that you made this. Thank you.

Is there a way we can look forward to taking u up on the tag, "dozens" of other fic recs to extend the reading guide even more? I love the way you choose fics. They speak to my soul! Thank you.

hello anon!

Ask and you shall receive:

The Healer's Guide to Transfiguration The Gala Variations on Intimacy Sweeter the Second Time Around Amateur Cartography On the Perils of Free Advice Little Bites Operation Get Draco Laid Legacy of Fred Weasley I’m Never Lonely When I’m With You Bond Tango Hot for Teacher A Darker Blue Love in Other Places Scone Strategies Signed and Sealed Courting Customs Most Sacred Thirteenth Night The Art of Seating Etiquette Universal Truths I Am Jack’s Broken Heart Merry Dépaysement 

#dramione #dramione fic rec list

[bookofmirth]

I was thinking about when Lucien tells Feyre that she was a better friend to him than she was to her, and how we as readers have reacted to that line over the years, and had a few thoughts.

The main thing is that characters can and will do/say things that they believe to be true, that we know are not actually true. The characters may also know that they are untrue, but don't want to admit. We lie to ourselves all the time, and characters do too. It may not even be the case that sjm wants *us* to believe that Lucien is speaking the truth. The important thing is that, in that moment, Lucien believes that he is speaking the truth.

We should not confuse what the characters are saying with what the author is saying. An author is NOT their characters. A character can and will say/do things that an author does not agree with, and may not even like. A character saying/doing something is NOT an endorsement of saying/doing that thing by the author. (This can be easier to understand when you read poetry - though there has been an increase in confessional poetry in the past few decades which is largely autobiographical, the narrator of a poem is NOT necessarily the same as the author of a poem.)

This isn't to say that Feyre is being an unreliable narrator; we have Lucien's literal words that he spoke to her, there was no reflection on those words by Feyre that tells us what she thinks of them, and she would have no reason to lie. As a fandom, I wish we could stop getting so hung up on the idea of unreliable narrators and differing character perspectives as a means to argue that one character is "more right" than another, or that we get "the truth" when we view from a specific character's eyes. That's... not how it works. There is no such thing as an objective way of viewing pretty much anything. Everything relies on perspective. We all hear/read things and those things get filtered through the giant pasta strainer of our upbringing, our beliefs, our values, our professions, our hobbies, etc. SJM has never been an author to use unreliable narration, but she does use differing perspectives. If she didn't, then every single character would seem like the same person. It's 10000% normal for us to understand characters and events differently when we hear about them from another character.

So back to my main point, I think that we can read this as Lucien genuinely believing this statement to be true - that he truly thinks that Feyre was a better friend to him if we consider his context.

Lucien has no real home with stability. He was banished from Autumn, he is estranged from his brothers, he cannot be there to protect his mother, his role in Spring has some importance but is reliant on the goodwill of someone who is, frankly, increasingly unstable. Lucien likely feels very indebted to Tamlin, and now that Feyre is Tamlin's bride/ex-fiancée, to her. There is also the role that she played UtM in trying to help Lucien. In other words, thanks to Beron being an asshole, Lucien relies on other people's goodwill for his basic survival. (This is why, later on, he would rather stay with the BoE. He isn't beholden to them in the same way that he would be to Rhys, yet another person taking pity on Lucien's dépaysement.)

In retrospect, Lucien feels guilt for not having done more when Feyre was suffering in acomaf. It's easier for him to see how she was suffering because he was suffering in an adjacent manner. In the beginning of acomaf, Feyre was making excuses for Tamlin, trying to be patient, to wait out his anger and grief at what happened UtM. Lucien was doing the exact same thing, but it took him longer to recognize how toxic it was because Lucien, unlike Feyre, didn't have the advantage of someone literally swooping in to take him away and give him perspective. He got there, though, when Tamlin starts working with Hybern and especially after he sees Feyre back in Spring, which leads me to my next point.

Lucien is clearly wary of Feyre's lies while she is in the Night Court. He suspects that she is pretending to be in love with Tamlin, pretending to be loyal to the Spring Court. This reinforces his understanding of just how toxic Spring has become, the fact that Feyre saw it, understood, and acted before he did. So tying these issues together - Lucien's exile, his reliance on other people for stability, his dawning understanding that Feyre recognized the situation for what it was before he did, that he has ended up in this situation where his mate is now at risk - and Lucien feels a whole lot of "if only I had..." And he now sees Feyre as someone who saw the situation for what it was before he did, and acted accordingly. But we as the reader know why that was harder for Lucien.

So going back to my point about Lucien believing this is all true, we know that it's not, and that's a normal part of being a reader. Lucien makes that statement after telling Feyre about Ianthe and Calanmai; we know that not long after, right after she tells Lucien that she wishes she could have stopped his assault, she nearly - knowingly - allows it to happen again. Lucien's words and Feyre's actions don't align, and there is nothing in the narrative that tells us that her actions are okay.

(A related rant, but characters don't need to be punished for us to understand if their actions are morally okay or not. We are smart people, we can tell that for ourselves. It may be annoying to us if they aren't punished, but that's another idea that has pervaded book spaces - that if problematic action isn't punished or portrayed negatively, then the author must think it's okay. No, maybe the author trusts us to know what's right and what's not, and doesn't feel the need to beat us over the head with it because books do not have to be moral, didactic tools.)

SJM could have written it so that Feyre didn't hesitate to help Lucien. She could have written it so that Feyre didn't intentionally try to put Lucien in the path of Tamlin's anger. She could have written Feyre to be a saint, but she didn't, and just because another character views Feyre's actions favorably doesn't mean that we have to, because we have the benefit of knowing that sometimes, people lie to themselves and/or say things they don't truly mean or believe. And furthermore, just because one character views Feyre's actions favorably, doesn't mean that SJM does. Remember - the characters =/= the author. SJM doesn't actually believe or agree with everything the characters say and do. She doesn't have to agree with anything they say or do.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

#lucien vanserra #acowar #acotar #my meta #feyre archeron #feyre #lucien #leslie rereads acotar #literally couldn't think of a better way to describe lucien's home feelings right now #than depaysement so..... #it's one of those words that's hard to translate #but it fits his situation #and puts the emphasis on his feelings #rather than his circumstances #i am nothing if not pretentious #honestly this all feels like a lot of explanation #for this one line #when really it should be pretty simple #but given the way that people talk about perspective and the role of the author #things needed clarification #because they aren't discussed accurately at this moment on the internet

[au-jardin-de-mon-coeur]

Dépaysement au cœur de la vallée de Bregaglia, région de Maloja, canton des grisons en Suisse.

[fuguesenmontagne]

Crédit photos : Geoffroy ALIMONDO

Retour en image sur un très beau week end de raquettes dans le jura, avec de superbes conditions hivernales et beaucoup de neige ! Un séjour avec nuitée au refuge du Berbois (la Pesse), organisé par Fugues en Montagne à l'occasion d'un anniversaire, pour un groupe constitué. On en redemande !

#randonnée #jura #raquettes #montagne #séjour #hiver #accompagnement #voyage #nature #naturesauvage #dépaysement #neige #vacances

[homomenhommes]

saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 83

Jeudi soir Je propose que l'on fasse appel à des traiteurs avec une demande de participation aux frais pour ceux qui travaillent et gratuit pour les étudiants. Pour les boissons, le caviste de la zone commerciale va nous bénir. Entre les vins et le champagne nous devrions en laisser aussi pour une bonne somme.

Pour passer de la maison au donjon, je vais emprunter à ma boite des passages surélevés en bois qui nous servent lors de chantier. Si il fait pas très beau ou qu'il y a de la neige (on peut rêver) nous passerons d'un bâtiment à l'autre au sec.

Quand j'ai proposé à Xavier de participer à notre touze du nouvel an, il s'est récrié que malheureusement il ne pourrait pas car le 31, ils fêtaient la nouvelle année avec des amis. Je lui qu'il pourrait nous rejoindre le 1er ou le 2. Il a sauté sur l'occasion et m'a dit qu'il ferait tout pour venir le 2. C'était un de ses phantasmes, une touze homo.

Vendredi soir,

Samir et Ammed sont venu faire le ménage. Comme les deux semaines précédentes ont été calmes, c'est assez vite fait, il n'y a que du dépoussiérage à faire au donjon. Ils nous demandent la permission d'utiliser notre salle de muscu et si ils peuvent rester dormir sur place ce soir même si il n'y a pas de service prévu pour le WE. Marc est Ok. Quand nous en discutons ensemble, je lui dis que ces deux là se sont trouvés et qu'ils vont pouvoir baiser entre eux toute la nuit.

Quand Marc et moi allons nous coucher, je vois que les fenêtres de " mon appart " sont encore allumées.

Samedi matin

Avant de partir je passe voir nos deux beurs. Samir est dans la cuisine à préparer le petit dèj. Il me remercie encore de les laisser coucher là le vendredi soir quand on entend Ammed le réclamer de sous la douche. Il a beau savoir que je sais qu'ils baisent ensemble, il rougit quand même quand on entend Ammed réclamer " aller, vient mettre ta grosse bite dans mon cul de salope ".

Je ne peux m'empêcher de les taquiner, je passe la tête dans la douche et lui dit juste de patienter un peu que Samir arrive. Il était les mains en appui sur le carrelage, présentant ses fesses. Quand il m'a entendu, il s'est tourné brusquement, j'ai pu admirer sa queue bandée et j'ai du le rattrapé sinon il allait tomber. En souriant je leur ai souhaité une bonne matinée et suis parti donner mon dernier cours de l'année, le père de Jean ferme sa boite 2 semaines à Noël.

Quand j'arrive, c'est un nouveau gardien. Il ne me connaît pas et je suis obligé de sortir mes papiers et d'attendre qu'il téléphone au secrétariat pour qu'il me laisse enfin entrer. Il est pas mal (35 ans environ) mais pointilleux !

La secrétaire m'accueille bras grand ouvert et me claque deux bises sur chaque joues (j'ai toujours eu beaucoup de succès auprès des femmes de 50ans !!).

On papote 10mn en sirotant un café car notre boss n'est pas prêt. Elle me confie qu'elle part les 15 jours au Sénégal pour se réchauffer. Dans l'oreille je lui demande si elle n'a pas oublié d'emporter des kpotes car il parait que les serveurs peuvent être très chauds au besoin.

Elle rougit et me répond que c'est seulement pour se reposer au soleil. Je lui rétorque que l'un n'empêche pas l'autre. Quand le boss sort de son bureau en jogging, et qu'il apprend que sa secrétaire part au Sénégal, il a la même réflexion que moi en ajoutant que cela participe au dépaysement !

Nous allons à la salle de sport. Je me change rapidement, nous sommes seuls. Comme il fait froid, je remplace les 5Km d'échauffement habituels en extérieur par du cardio en salle. Vélo et rameur, 1/2 heure nous fait tremper le maillot. Une fois chauds, passage aux poids, travail des pecs, épaules et bras (biceps et triceps). Les deux samedis sautés, ont laissé des marques et il peine un peu en fin d'exercice.

Je me douche avant de le rejoindre à son bureau. Sachant où sont implantées les caméras de surveillance, je prend un malin plaisir à me sécher sous des angles faisant bien voir toute mon anatomie juste au cas ou ! La secrétaire me tend une enveloppe en me disant que c'est la prime de noël et qu'elle doit se sauver. J'entre dans le bureau. A part le gardien nous ne sommes plus que tous les deux dans l'entreprise. Il sort juste de la douche, une serviette sur les reins. Je dé zippe mon cuir en m'approchant. Je sors ma queue et le poussant à genoux lui dis de sucer. Il prend ma bite à demi bandée et tète bien. Je ne tarde pas à bander totalement. Comme il m'a l'air en manque de ça aussi, j'en profite. Plus directif que d'habitude, je lui prend la tête entre mes mains et impulse la cadence. J'ajoute des réflexions crues (cette fois personne ne va nous entendre ou même risquer de venir !). Comme je vois qu'il réagit bien, j'en rajoute.

Je me penche et croche un doigt dans son cul. J'entre très facilement mon majeur. J'y ajoute l'index et je le tire vers le haut qu'il se relève. Plié à 90° il continu à me sucer pendant que je lui prépare le trou. Il gémis sans retenue sous l'action de mes doigts. J'ajoute l'index et le majeur de l'autre main et commence à écarter sa rondelle. Prêt, je me kpote et le retourne sur son bureau. Les dossiers volent quand je plaque son torse sur le plateau. Une mains sur chaque fesses, de mes pouces je les écarte dévoilant une rondelle rose vif, palpitante. Je pose mon gland dessus et attend. C'est lui même qui vient s'empaler sur ma bite. une fois, deux fois. Je prend les choses en mains. Accroché à ses hanches, je me recule jusqu'à déculer avant de le sodomiser brutalement en lui demandant si c'est cela qu'il veut. Un " ouiiiiiiiiii, encore" vient ponctuer mon mouvement.

A partir de là je ne me retiens plus, je l'encule sauvagement. Chaque pénétration lui soulève les pieds du sol (c'est vrai qu'il n'est pas grand !). Je le retourne sur le dos, lève ses jambes à la verticale et accroché à ses cuisses, je continu de lui ruiner le cul. Je dois lui en mettre pour les deux semaines passées et pour les deux à venir ! Il me demande en hoquetant de ne pas jouir dans ma kpote mais sur son visage. C'est noël je ne peux pas lui refuser !

Prêt à juter, je décule et me dékpote. Il glisse rapidement à genoux devant moi et je lui arrose le visage de mon sperme. Il ferme les yeux pour ne pas en prendre dedans mais du front au menton, je lui plaque une bonne couche de " crème " .lui finissant de se branler, se rempli les mains.

Cote à cote dans la salle d'eau attenante à son bureau, nous nous lavons et comme je le remercie pour la prime de noël, il me dit que c'est la même chose pour tous ses employés (voilà qui me remet à ma place ! mais d'un autre coté, j'émarge vraiment en tant que coach sportif). Par contre il me dit avoir eu des remarques quand à mon " embauche " de la part de son CE (Comité d'Entreprise) et il me dit que si je veux continuer il va falloir ouvrir les cours du samedi matin à tout son personnel. Je suis pas très chaud. J'ai pas de diplôme sportif. Il me dit que si j'acceptais, j'aurais une augmentation substantielle et qu'il fallait pas que je m'inquiète mais le samedi matin, je n'aurais jamais beaucoup de monde. Je peux difficilement refuser vu les conditions financières proposées pour 2 heures de cours, 3h de mon temps avec le trajet et 4 h quand je baise le patron.

Quand je le quitte, j'ouvre mon enveloppe et en plus de l'avis de virement de la prime, un petit mot accompagne du liquide. Je peux y lire que le petit plus (qui double la prime) est pour l'excellence du travail réalisé auprès et sur mon patron !

Je rentre à la maison tout content. J'explique à Marc les derniers développements. Il me félicite et je lui propose alors de prendre à ma charge Samir et Ammed. Il me dit que tout ce qui a attrait à la maison c'est pour lui. Je lui demande alors en quoi je peux participer, il me dit que ma présence est suffisante.

Je sais je me rabattrais sur l'équipement sportif et sexuel.

JARDINIER

~

[youraverageaemondsimp]

DÉPAYSEMENT // viii.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, gentle sex, p in v, slight breeding kink, tiddy sucking, boob lover aemond, ooc(?) aemond, intimate sex, lots of feelings involved, fingering, cumming inside, extreme canon divergence. NOT PROOFREAD.

A/N: the moment we've all been waiting for hehehehehehe 😈

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You had no idea why Aemond would request your presence, that too late at night, after an entire week of not talking to one another.

Or maybe you knew.

You walked nervously alongside Ser Cole, a robe thrown over your chemise clumisly when you were getting ready for bed but then Cole had some with the news. It felt awkward, in his eyes you are Aemonds lover, maybe someone who he slept with often, if not daily.

So Cole was likely thinking that he requested you to warm his bed, because he hadn't seen you for a week, you felt embarassed and even more awkward at that thought that Cole might exactly be thinking just that, but he didn't show it on his face.

He didn't show any disgust either, but kept his distance out of respect for you, he didn't hold the same gaze many held when they looked at you, considering how you were known to be Aemonds lover, they took you for a whore. You honestly didn't mind it, because you knew the truth.

They looked at you as if you were the most worst thing to exist in the world, even alicent did the same when she first saw you, except it softened by the end of your interaction with her.

You were chewing on your lip nervously, mind racing with many thoughts and that's when Cole came to a halt, you almost bumped into him so you quickly stepped back and stood in front of a door, a guard present next to it. Cole nods to the guard before he knocks on the door, and the guard announces your presence.

The doors open almost immediately the moment your name leaves the guard's mouth. Aemond looking at you as breathed heavily, he quickly pulled you inside, not acknowledging anyones presence before slamming the doors shut in their faces once again. This shocked both Cole and the guard, it was so uncharacteristic of him.

Cole blinked slowly before clearing his throat, and turned around to leave.

Aemond slammed you against the wall, caging you in his arms before he buried his nose in your neck, he took a deep breathe, you felt hot air blow at your nape.

He was breathing heavily, head buried in your neck, arms holding your waist as he flushed his body against yours, pushing you into the wall, you held his shoulders for balance, making small circles with your fingers.

He missed you so fucking much.

Having not been able to see you for a week.

You were so addictive, that withdrawing felt like death. It was by choice he withdrew, he got busy with his new duty, spending his hours away in his study, having meetings and discussions in the council, returning to his chambers only to sleep. He wasn't able to visit you, at all.

And his high sex drive did not help either.

With Floris now gone, he could have you entirely now, the thought of him marrying you set his imagination wild, he would often daydream about you, how you'd moan and whimper as he has his way with you, how he would make you peak so many times, how your arousal would coat his cock.

How he'd impregnate you, watch you swell with his child, belly rounded and breasts swollen, looking all pretty and cute carrying his heir, how you'd waddle beside him, how your breasts would leak with milk to feed his babe, but he would also indulge in it, and after you gave birth to his child, he would knock you up once again, have multiple [your hair color] and silver haired babies running around.

He was clearly not having a good day.

He groaned and pulled back, and you looked up at him, his eye hooded and pupil blown with lust, he leaned down and captured your lips with his, it was full of hunger, passion, desperation.

You kissed him back this time, wrapping your arms around his neck, one hand tangled in his hair pulling him further in, opening your mouth to allow his tongue to enter inside, it was dirty, it was foul, it was lewd, but it was perfect.

You pulled back with a wet click to breath, only for Aemond to recapture your lips with his once again, lips moving against yours in pure hunger and lust, his hands travelled to your robe and pulled the tie, causing it to expose the thin chemise beneath it, translucent in nature.

He pulled back to take in the view, almost morning out loud when he spotted the outline of your naked body beneath the chemise, your hardened nipple poking through the material as your chest heaved up and down, he pulled you off the wall before carrying you over to his bed, you shrieked when he threw you over shoulder before throwing you on the bed, looming at the edge of the bed.

You bit your lip in nervousness and he climbed on top of you, showering kisses down on your neck before he pulled your chemise down at the shoulder, revealing your tits, he gasped at the sight of them before he greedily took one in his mouth, causing you to whimper in the sudden pleasure which bloomed at the area, his other hand massaged and played with the other breast, rubbing your nipple between his thumb and index finger as he swirled, licked and nipped at the other.

He pulled apart, and rested his head atop your chest, “I missed you.” he says nuzzling into your warmth, “I missed you too, Aemond.” you say and he lifts head a little to look up at you, before giving you a smile, and proceeding with his actions on your breasts, kissing the flesh.

“I am no longer betrothed.” he begins.

“You are not.” you repeat.

His breath becomes shaky and he balances himself on his arms atop of you, his hair curtaining around your face, his working and sapphire eye staring at your face.

“Gevie.” [beautiful.] the word slips out of your mouth before you can stop it and he is taken aback. Nobody had called him beautiful ever since the eye incident. He was only ever considered beautiful or handsome when he was wearing his eye patch, covering the damaged part of his face.

When he had it out in the open, people were rather terrified, but he didn't feel bad but instead revelled in the scared expressions, nobody would look him in the eye when the other side of his face was revealed. It wasn't a big insecurity, since it served some purpose for him, but nobody had never looked at him wholly and said such a word.

“Uh- I'm sorry- i-” you start apologizing, considering how rude it might've been to say it out of the random, I mean, you aren't supposed to say random things according to etiquette manners and only give relevant responses based on the topic of the conversation.

But... This wasn't a conversation, neither was it a normal situation.

You immediately shut up when Aemond opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. So he kisses you once again, this time more gently than before, his hand roams down your body and pulls your chemise up to your hips before parting your legs, you squeal when felt him cup your sex.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down, parting your folds with his finger and rubbing against your clit, he groans at the sight, he pokes at the entrance of your vagina, gathering the slick that was being released up to your clit and rubbing it. You sigh in content.

He repeats it a few more times before he notices that your entrance has opened up slightly to take something and he wastes no time shoving one of his fingers in, you gasp at the feeling, the stretch unfamiliar to you. You had pleasured yourself with your own hand but Aemond's fingers were much longer and slightly thicker, and you can feel the slight roughness of his skin, likely from the years of training.

His hand slowly moves in and out, and he turns his head back to shower you in kisses, he kisses you neck as he moves his fingers in and out, he watches the way your chest heaves up and down before he takes one of your pert nipple into his mouth again, suckling gently, causing you to cradle the back of his head, you brush the little strands of hair that fell into his face away from it.

He hums in content and leaves your breast with a wet pop before taking the other one into his mouth, but not before teasing you with kitten licks at the bud first.

“Jaelan naejot ūndegon zirȳ hōzigon.” [I want to see them swell.] He pulls away before saying that, showering more pepper kisses on the flesh of your breasts. He looked down again, watching how your cunt takes in his finger, he adds another finger and you moan.

“F-fuck!” you gasp, trying to adjust at the stretch, he curls his fingers upwards causing him to graze over the rough patch making you arch your back.

“Konīr issa.” [there she is.] He says so proudly as if he finally found a treasure that was hidden away for thousands of years, he hits that spot repeatedly with his fingers and before you know it, your peak hits you like a train, making you moan out loud into the chambers.

Aemond prolongs your release and lets you ride your orgasm out before he pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, “Ao sylutegon sīr dōna, rūklon.” [you taste so sweet, flower.] The high valyrian was driving you crazy, the way it rolls off his tongue so perfectly, sounding extremely smooth.

He wanted to be buried inside your cunt so badly, spilling his seed far into it for it to take and give him a babe, he so desperately wishes and desires for, the way your body would change with pregnancy, your stomach would swell, stretchmarks appearing as a result of his babe growing inside you, breasts will leak milk and you would look so full, complete.

He groaned at the thought, he wanted to impregnate you so badly.

Would you even let him?

But wait, would you even let him fuck you? He was no longer betrothed so it shouldn't matter.

“Y/N.” he says your name and you stare at him.

“Is it okay if-”

“Yes.” you cut him off.

“Are you sure?” he asks and you nod.

“Jaelan ao, ñuha zaldrīzes.” [I want you, my dragon.] You say and he swears he almost peaked at the way you said it, he kisses you once again, excited, finally he would be able to have you.

He wastes no time in planting himself in between your legs, pulling back and sitting up, undoing his breeches and pushing them a bit down so he can take out his cock, he was hard already, but still he pumps himself a little bit till his tip leaks precum before positioning it against your cunt.

He slaps your clit with his cockhead making you twitch, before sliding it against your folds, he groans at the sight of it, he slowly slides his cock down to your hole before poking at your hole with the tip, causing you to sit up on your elbows in nervousness as you watch his actions.

He puts one of his hands on your hip and slowly guides his cock to enter you, you wondered if you would be able to take him at all, considering he was above average and thick and it was your first time too. His tip slides in with little difficulty, and it didn't hurt as much, but that was until he slowly started pushing his girth in, causing a painful burning stretch, making you grip the sheets below and sob a little.

He was taking it extremely slow, letting you adjust to him, you fall back on the sheets again, trying to relax your body so it hurts less, and just when you think the pain subsided, he pushes another inch inside when he feels your walls relax, causing the burning sensation to come back again. He repeats the process slowly, trying to desperately control himself from pounding into you like a man gone to madness.

And finally he is fully sheathed inside of you, your walls clenching onto him tightly, and feels he wouldn't be able to last much longer, he starts his movement with small thrusts, so you can get used to it, those small thrusts help in relaxing your walls, making you relax around him, and that's when his thrusts become more bold and bigger.

He pulls out almost entirely before slamming it inside you, it hurts but not as much as it should, you wrap your legs around his hip and he balances him on his hands beside your waist before he slowly moves again, thrusting in and out with a pace that keeps increasing.

The pain you felt bloomed into sinful pleasure as you feel him inside you, the way he moves against your walls, pleasuring arising in your core.

You pull him slightly upwards by your legs and he positions himself, his face directly hovering above yours now, it feels more intimate this way and you grab his face and pull him down to kiss you and he returns the kiss back.

It was so loving.

So gentle.

So thoughtful.

So intimate.

He was letting you take your time, being careful with you, not hurt you, he poured his love and care for you in his kisses as well as in his thrusts.

You felt so loved.

You never thought you would be experiencing your first time like this, with a man you read about in history, the man known to be cruel, being so gentle with you, you felt like crying out of happiness.

When was the last time you felt like this?

So content to the point of crying?

He pulled back to breathe and you smiled at him, caressing the cheek of his scarred side, he looked so pretty it physically hurt.

“I love you.” you whispered and he halted all his movements, looking at you in shock from above. He looked like he was processing what you just said and when he did, he smiled at you.

A genuine smile.

Then you felt something drop on your cheek, something warm.

It was his tear drop.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck before breathing your scent, and you held him there.

“I love you too.” he barely said above a whisper, voice shaky, if you weren't paying attention or listening closely you would've missed it, but you were.

He sniffed before he started thrusting into you again, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him in that position, caressing his hair as he pounded into you.

“H-harder, Aem.”

Aem.

He didn't need you to say that twice and set his pace into a fast one, causing your body to jolt up the bed, he pulled away from your neck and kissed you on the mouth, muffling both your moans.

You felt the band in your stomach begin to tighten, the tip of his cock hitting the rough patch every time, making you moan into his mouth, he could tell that you were close and so was he, so he pulled away from the kiss and focused on thrusting into you, pace set faster than before.

And then the band snaps, sending hot pleasure up your nerves, making you arch you back and whine his name out, your walls clenching tightly around him, that was enough for him to peak as well, his thrusts became sloppy and he spilled himself deep inside you, painting your walls with his seed.

He rode his orgasm out, before he stayed buried like that until his cock softened, and only then did he finally pull out, his seed dripped out of you at that action, he scooped it up before shoving it back into you with care.

“Want you to give me babe.” he voices his desire out loud and you gasp when you felt his fingers enter and exit out of your sensitive hole as he was shoving his cum back inside you.

“I want you to carry my children, give me multiple.” he says as he pants and you nod at him dazed.

“I'll give you all you want.” you say and he smiles at you.

He props himself beside you before engulfing you in his arms, kissing your forehead.

“Become my wife.” he says so randomly and you look at him shocked and he looks down at you.

“Your wife? Are you asking me to marry you?” you ask, “Yes.” he confirms and your heartbeat picks up in your chest.

“What about alliances and–”

“They don't matter anymore, we already have an upperhand in everything. You need not worry about them.” he says and you go quiet for a bit, thinking of everything.

“So?” he questions.

“I'll marry you.”

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MASTERLIST PART 2

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Kang Yeosang (Ateez)

-> pregnancy by @whatsk-poppinhomies 🤰💓

-> little miracle by @ja3hwa 🤰🌧️

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Ewan Mitchell (actor)

-> a winter beauty by @flowerandblood

-> an eye for an eye by @themotherofhorses 🌧️

-> water dragon by @ichorai 🌧️

-> bewitched by @achaoticeternal 🌧️

-> breaking down by @happilyhertale 🤰🌧️⭐️

-> the sweetest fruit by @ flowerandblood ❤️‍🔥

-> enchantress by @yoursinfulurges 🌧️

-> no pain, no gain by @targaryenrealnessdarling MODERN ❤️‍🔥

-> debt to be paid by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor ❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> haven’t I loved you well by @cosmoeticss 🌧️

-> flower and blood by @ flowerandblood Modern 💕

-> mamma Mia by @valeskafics MODERN ⭐️

-> who taught you how to love like that by @ewanmitchellcrumbs MODERN

-> green snake, red Lion by @ flowerandblood HP

-> into my arms by @st-eve-barnes MODERN

-> our last summer by @sapphire-writes MODERN ⭐️

-> down in flames by @ sapphire-writes MODERN

-> dark desire by @unicorncornflakes MODERN

-> robbed and gifted by @ flowerandblood MODERN

-> sapphire hearted by @endless-ineffabilities 🌧️

-> heart between your teeth by @theromanticegoist 🤰🌧️

-> through one thousand worlds and ten thousand lifetimes by @ valeskafics ⭐️

-> hysteria by @humanpurposes ❤️‍🔥

-> the dragon’s spoil by @itstheendofthegoddamnworld ❤️‍🔥🤰

-> vatic by @whenthesnowfelloverwinterfell ❤️‍🔥🤰

-> the eye of the storm by @ theromanticegoist

-> sense of duty by @happilyhertale ❤️‍🔥🤰⭐️

-> the impossible choice by @ flowerandblood

-> now I’m covered in you by @inthedayswhenlandswerefew 🤰

-> a refined taste by @theoneeyedprince MODERN

-> pieces of a woman by @randomdragonfires 🤰🌧️

-> the woes of betrothals by @valleyof-goldenlilies ❤️‍🔥💕

-> ink & secrets by @blackhairedvisenya MODERN

-> battlefield of a woman by @ happilyhertale 🤰

-> everlasting love by @ happpilyhertale ❤️‍🔥

-> long last love by @ happilyhertale

-> the dragon’s mistress by @misguidedasgardian 🤰🌧️

-> detachement by @neptuneiris 🌧️⭐️

-> a fine line by @officialaemondtargaryen MODERN ❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> just kill me and be done with it by @targaryenrealnessdarling 🤰🌧️

-> Hi, I’m Billy, I’m dead, wanna hook up? By @ valeskafics AHS AU ❤️‍🔥🌧️💀

-> lights camera action by @ valeskafics ❤️‍🔥 MODERN

-> comet donati by @inthedayswhenlandswerefew ❤️‍🔥 MODERN⭐️

-> the sublet by @ asumofwords MODERN

-> eclipsed love by @velaryon-seahores MODERN

-> treat by @ asumofwords ❤️‍🔥💀

-> broken vows by @ 1800-fight-me 🌧️

-> storm’s end by @ misguidedasgardian ❤️‍🔥🌧️💀⭐️

-> come so close I might see by @ humanpurposes 🤰❤️‍🔥

-> after the closing shift by @ marthawrites ❤️‍🔥

-> mad with grief by @ patheticdarling 🌧️

-> what are you doing step bro by @ valeskafics MODERN

-> temptation by @ babyblue711 💀

-> destiny is all by @ happilyhertale

-> the lost children by @ the-common-cowgirl

-> reunion by @ valeskafics ❤️‍🔥

-> dépaysement by @ youraverageaemondsimp⭐️

-> what is broken by @exitpursuedbyavulcan 🤰🌧️

-> mother knows no bounds by @ queers-gambit 🌧️🤰⭐️

-> vatic by @ whenthesnowfelloverwinterfell

-> veritas et aequitas by @ valeskafics MODERN

-> little one by @ unicorncornflakes

-> Brooklyn baby by @ neptuneiris MODERN

-> studious by @ exitpursuedbyavulcan ❤️‍🔥

-> til dead do us apart by @ asumofwords 🌧️💀

-> femme fatale by @ ethereallocs ❤️‍🔥

-> of winter’s way by @ thesugarsoiree

-> best intentions by @ ewanmitchellcrumbs 🌧️❤️‍🔥

-> greater of two evils by @ the-common-cowgirl ❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> the food of love by @ lya-dustin 💕

-> be quiet by @ youraverageaemondsimp ❤️‍🔥⭐️

-> traitors by @ patheticdarling

-> sparks by @ neptuneiris 🌧️⭐️

-> loyalty by @ witchofhimring 🌧️⭐️

-> cardigan by @neptuneiris MODERN 🌧️⭐️

-> for the crown by @ neptuneiris 🌧️⭐️

-> smoke, Fire & Ash by @ asumofwords ❤️‍🔥🌧️💀⭐️

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Azriel SHADOWSINGER (acotar)

-> our home by @acourtofwhatthefuck 🌧️

-> unexpected visitors by @honeybeefae ❤️‍🔥 with Rhys & Cassian

-> experiment by @ravencoloredroses 🌧️

-> shattered soul by @clairebear08 🤰🌧️

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Anakin Skywalker (star wars)

-> unconditionally by @weixuldo MODERN

-> enigma by @ weixuldo MODERN

[p-crowds]

Hi! I hope you’re well. I’m wondering if you knew any recent Sasuhina fics or even where I can look for more? I’ve read everything on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net and then reread multiple times haha. I’m dying for something recent and completed. If not that’s okay😊 have a great day x

Hello! I think it's been months since I got this ask xD

You've read everything on AO3 and ff.net?!?! Is that the truth??!?!

You, my friend, are inspirational. For me, you are. I aspire to become like you one day... wish me luck.

Have you tried reading all the fics I've recommended on here? Completed fanfics rec and other rec

If you haven't, pleaseee read them all. If you have, fear not, here's the list the recent ones that I know of

PianoCoat's Ineffable (C)

El Reino's Safe Moorings and Everybody's in the Glow (C)

Daifuku Mochiin's Gluttony and Dépaysement (C, possible to continue)

sasuhinagalore's The Better Half -

ProbablySatan's family affair

Emikka's Direct My Wrath

Ohh.. and have you read mine? xD

7. Fated Pair by Portside Crowds

OOPS sorry I didn't see the "completed" word in your ask and I went ahead of myself with this list already. My bad... the titles with added Cs mean they're completed.

I have other recent completed fics that I've read to recommend, but that'll have to go to my main Completed fanfics rec that I'll update ...later.

*Updates :

Did you say you wanted to know where to find other sasuhina related gems?? There is a place! DM me if want to know further 👀 (clue: something related to *cough* discord)

Anyway, hope you enjoy! xD

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