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🎧 Max verstappen marry bruno mars

A Beautiful Night | M. Verstappen

Summary: Max discovers how much he enjoys referring to you as his future wife when you pretend to be engaged for fun one night.

genre: fluff, no warnings.

wc: 2.1k

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A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom windows as the soft morning sun shone. Inhaling deeply, you turned to face the opposite side, away from the natural light that would disturb your slumber, but you were still sound asleep.

Your hand rested on your lover's back, who had tucked his hands underneath his own pillow while lying on his stomach, snoring softly.

You peeled your eyes open and looked at Max with a soft smile spreading across your face. Even after having the chance to wake up next to him every morning for the previous several years, you continued to cherish these early morning moments. It was as though time stood still at that very moment.

You lifted your hand to brush your fingers through his hair since it would always end up a tad too tangled in the mornings. However, as soon as you did, you noticed that the ring you typically wear on your index finger was now placed on your left hand's ring finger.

Furrowing your brows, you turned on your back with your left hand held in front of you. Your eyes narrowed as you sought to figure out why the ring was out of place.

Then, the memories came rushing back to you, causing your jaw to drop as a light chuckle left your mouth.

It's a beautiful night, we're looking

for something dumb to do

It started off with classic bar hopping. An activity you and Max had decided to take upon since you had a free evening with quite a few hours to spare.

Before you entered the first bar of the night, you turned to face Max and slipped a ring from your index to your ring finger. "How many free drinks do you think we can get if we say that we just got engaged?"

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Max laughed at the way you wiggled your fingers to show off the ring. He wasn't opposed to the idea as it would definitely make the evening rather entertaining.

But he still shrugged, "I don't think people are going to buy the story, especially with that ring."

You looked down at it, now adorned on your ring finger. "What's wrong with it?"

Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?

He held your hand in his while his thumb grazed over the thin band of white gold studded with lots of smaller diamonds.

"It's not engagement worthy, you know I will get you a much shinier ring."

You slapped his hand away, chuckling, "I know you will, but they don't need to know that." You nodded your head towards the door of the bar, hinting at the potential crowd behind it.

Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you

"Then let's find out," he agreed, holding the door open for you as you began the night.

Mingling amid a sizeable group of locals, you had forgotten how many bars you've entered tonight, however the slight sway you had while walking can indicate that the number was slowly increasing.

Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go

Under ambient lighting, you noticed a crowd of university students joking among themselves in one corner of the bar, and heard the clinks of their glasses mixed with cheers over the background rock music.

This bar had been more crowded than the last few, but you still enjoyed it nonetheless. The buzz running through your body all the way down to the tips of your fingers had quickly made you forget how much you disliked larger crowds.

No one will know, oh, come on girl

You would have felt out of place if not for the friendly locals who have managed to kept you engaged in conversations. But then again, Max would tell you that you were adept at reading the crowd—at least more so than he was sometimes, even while tipsy.

"To celebrate the future married couple, here are some drinks, on the house of course!" On the bar top in front you, the bartender sets a tray with four shot glasses that are filled to the brim with tequila.

As you picked it up, the liquid splashed around a little bit, dripping over the edge and leaving traces of the liquor on your fingertips. You held the glass up in appreciation towards the bartender and then downed the contents inside alongside your lover.

Who cares if we're trashed, got a pocket full

of cash we can blow

You nodded slightly at Max with a teasing smile covered by the next shot of tequila you consumed, knowing that this was another successful attempt at your plan. These free drinks were adding to the ones you had began drinking at the previous bars.

Max watched with a smitten smile as you laughed along with a few other people who had asked to see your ring. Fortunately everyone who asked so far this evening, was a tad too tipsy to question the lack of a bigger diamond, only cheering in giddy happiness for a stranger before buying you both another round of drinks.

Shots of patron and it's on, girl

Once you exited the final bar of the night, the sky's darkness started to disappear, giving way to a paler blue hue that signified the impending sunrise.

Max's arm was resting on your waist as you walked side by side, however it was next to impossible to walk in a straight line. Laughing every time you accidentally bumped into each other, your stomach was now aching but the laugh bubbling up your throat never stopped.

Don't say no, no, no, no, no

"We should do that again," Max commented, and you couldn't help but look at him with a cheeky smile. "Why, you like calling me your fiancée?"

He paused, stopping you from taking another step as well. "If I had a proper ring, I'd get down on one knee right now and make you my fiancée."

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

"Ring or no ring, my answer will always be yes." You stood in front of him, still facing him and placed your palms on his cheeks.

He gasped and shook his head, "you can't just say yes before I propose."

You chuckled at his antics, "why not?"

Max grasped on to your hand that adorned the ring, quickly sliding it off and holding on to it. "If you're going to say yes, let me at least propose."

And we'll go, go, go, go, go

He took a step back and almost stumbled over his own feet, causing you to let out a gasp in regard to his safety before it turned into laughter that echoed throughout the empty streets.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched you laugh, knowing the decision he was about to make would be the best thing he'd ever do in his entire life. Although he knew that he loved you endlessly and would never be able to imagine his future without you in it, tonight he realized that there was no reason to waste any more time to ask you the question that's been on his mind for a few months now.

He kneeled down on one knee and made a makeshift ring box with his hands, with the ring lying flat on his palm.

If you're ready, like I'm ready

Your eyes widened when he looked ready to give a short speech, your words leaving your mouth in a rushed manner. "Max, baby, are you seriously doing this now?"

He nodded, "I already knew that I wanted you to be my wife, to be my future, and tonight seems to be fitting in a way."

You placed your hands over your heart once he started off by saying your full name, slightly slurring over a few syllables due to the alcohol still buzzing in his system.

'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking

for something dumb to do

"I need you to know that you're everything to me, mijn liefje. I don't think I can spend a single day without you and I don't even want to know if I can. Ik hou van jou, and I will keep loving you until my last breath. Will you, the woman who owns my heart, marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?"

You began nodding before he could finish his speech, making his smile wider. "Yes," you still stated.

He held his hand out waiting for you to place yours in his palm which you obliged to easily. After sliding the ring on your finger, he stood up and immediately pulled you closer by his grasp on your waist, capturing your lips with his.

"I love you, my future husband," you mumbled against his lips, earning a light chuckle from him before he responded with just as much enthusiasm. "I love you more, my future wife."

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Due to your shuffling about in bed, Max's eyes fluttered open before closing again as his eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet. With his eyes remaining shut, his arms found your waist, sliding his body right next to yours.

His lips grazed your ear, and he muttered, "good morning, Mrs. Verstappen.”

You bit your tongue to keep a smile from forming on your face since you couldn't help but correct him: "Future Mrs. Verstappen."

"We can go to the chapel down the street and make it official," he suggested, blinking away the signs of sleep from his eyes as he turned to hover over you.

Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer with a smile gracing your face and eyes twinkling with delight, "that eager?"

Leaning closer to you, he placed a peck to your cheek. "I proposed to you while we were drunk, completely trashing my previous plan, of course I'm eager."

"You had a plan?" You asked, shocked by the piece of information he dropped casually.

Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you, oh

He groaned due to his own slip of the tongue as he rested his face in the crook of your neck. When he didn't respond any further than that, you threaded your fingers through his hair and urged him to show you his face.

With a sheepish smile on his face, he admitted, "I might've."

"Tell me," you prompted but earned a shake of his head, "I can't."

Don't say no, no, no, no, no

"You already proposed, you don't need to hide it anymore," you reminded him, bringing your left hand in between your bodies to admire the sentiment behind your ring.

Max leaned his body weight on one of his forearms to free his other hand so he could grasp onto yours. Bringing it closer to his lips, he pressed a kiss on your ring.

"What makes you think I won't do it properly again?" He asked with a sly smile, pressing another kiss to the back of your hand.

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You hummed, knowing Max well enough to have an idea that he would do something private yet extravagant. "I don't think it works like that, I already said yes."

"Well, you can say yes again."

Sighing, he rested his back on the bed, laying an arm across your pillow and with a gesture of his fingers, you shuffled closer to him. Resting your left hand on his chest, both of you looked at it, admiring the symbol of your future.

Then you huffed, "are you seriously not going to tell me?"

And we'll go, go, go, go, go

His response was immediate, clicking his tongue, "nope."

You turned away from him; away from the warmth of his body and into the torture of the sun shining directly in your eyes. But you didn't budge, only muttering, "I don't like you," in his direction.

If you're ready, like I'm ready

It took him less than two seconds to adjust his body and cuddle you, engulfing your smaller figure. His arm wrapped around your waist, while his other hand found the perfect spot to keep the sun from stinging your eyes.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he murmured in your ear, aware that your previous remarks lacked sincerity.

'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for

something dumb to do

Your frown faded into a slight smile, but you didn't turn to face him because you were now in a comfortable position.

You placed your hand over his, which was resting on your waist, and interlaced your fingers, ready for a future with him.

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

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queenshelby · 2 months

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The Director (Part One)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity

Characters:

Name: Y/N

Age: 29

Job: Second Assistant Director on the set of Oppenheimer

Personality: Strong-willed, caring, determined

Background: You come from a wealthy family in Hollywood but have to work hard to establish yourself in the film industry. You are a devoted mother to your two children and juggle your career with your responsibilities at home.

Name: Mara

Age: 7

Character Role: Your daughter

Appearance: Cute with curly brown hair and big, innocent eyes

Personality: Sweet, sensitive and very attached to you following her father’s death

Background: Mara is very close to you and looks up at you as a role model. Mara adores her older brother, Max, and enjoys spending time with your mother Lisa at her mansion in Hollywood. Mara has a split relationship with her stepfather James who is introduced below.

Name: Max

Age: 10

Character Role: Your son

Appearance: Energetic with messy blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes

Personality: Rebellious, challenging, protective of his family

Background: Max can be difficult at times, but he deeply cares for you and his sister. He struggles with his emotions due to the absence of his father and also has a split relationship with James. As a result, he often acts out.

Name: Bill

Age: 60

Job: Owner of one of Hollywood's biggest agencies for actors and musicians

Character Role: Your father, your mother’s ex-husband

Appearance: Distinguished with grey hair and sharp features

Personality: Business-minded, influential, protective

Background: Bill is a powerful figure in Hollywood, known for his connections and influence in the entertainment industry. He has always supported you in your career but lacks understanding when it comes to your troubled relationship with your husband James.

Name: James

Age: 31

Job: Hollywood Actor who has appeared in several supporting roles and mediocre movies

Appearance: Good looking with a charismatic smile

Personality: Arrogant, abusive, entitled

Background: James is a semi-famous actor with a privileged background, thanks to his father, Peter, who is the studio head of Universal Studios. His father always tries to get him leading roles in big productions but most directors do not like to work with him. He has acted in about twenty movies, in supporting roles or as a second lead due to his father’s influence. In the past, when he had met you, he enjoyed theatre productions and indies but after his first role in a Marvel Movie, it is only fame that interests him.

Name: Peter

Age: 65

Job: Studio head of Universal Studios

Character Role: James's father

Appearance: Imposing with a commanding presence, impeccably dressed

Personality: Arrogant, controlling, manipulative

Background: Peter holds a position of power in Hollywood and uses his influence to secure roles for his son, James. He is domineering and meddles in James's personal life, causing tension within the family dynamic.

Name: Cillian Murphy

Age: 46

Job: Actor

Background: Cillian is married to Danielle and has two adult children, one son and one daughter, both of whom are at university.

Intro Part

Driving through the busy streets of Los Angeles in your small Kia, you listened to your favorite playlist blasting from the speakers.

As usual, you were running behind schedule and the traffic seemed to agree with your tardiness today. As usual, it was horrendous, and you reconsidered whether or not avoiding public transport was really worth it.

Eventually, the stoplight turned green signaling it was now your turn to proceed forward onto the bustling boulevard ahead. The sun shimmered brilliantly overhead casting shadows across the pavement, creating a visual dance reminiscent of a dreamcatcher.

But then, out of nowhere, it happened – a collision so sudden and unexpected it left you startled and bewildered. Your perfectly planned school pick-up routine took a drastic twist and your heart raced as the reality sank in - you had just been involved in your first ever car accident.

Adrenaline surged through your veins making you feel alive, but also overwhelmed and, in those precious seconds, all your focus shifted towards assessing the damage to your car.

Stepping outside, your breath caught in your throat.

"I can't believe this!" you exclaimed as you eyed the damage to the side of your car. "What were you thinking, running that red light?" you pointed accusingly at the other driver, who seemed surprisingly calm and nonchalant about the situation.

Fuming with anger, you marched over to him, the frustration evident in every step. "What's wrong with you?" you shouted, barely containing the mixture of fear and rage coursing through your veins.

The other driver simply shrugged, his nonchalance sending a surge of disbelief through you. "Jesus, accidents happen. I didn't run into you on purpose. Despite, it is merely a scratch," he retorted with a heavy Irish accent, his tone infuriatingly dismissive and his lack of concern only fueled the fire of your indignation.

"Maybe it is just a scratch, but now I am fucking late for school pick-up because I have to deal with this crap," you raged, gesturing toward the damaged metal of your beloved Kia.

He raised an apologetic brow, acknowledging your inconvenience without offering further explanation.

"Look, let me give you the car-hire company's details. They will deal with the insurance claim. I took out extra cover," he began tentatively, reaching into his wallet and pulling out a card embossed with golden letters.

"Fuck, your car is a hire-car?" you asked incredulously, narrowing your eyes as you studied him more closely. This guy looked familiar somehow, but you couldn't quite place him.

"Yes, I am just visiting town," he replied, reading your confusion.

"Clearly!" you snapped, taking back control of yourself slightly before accepting the business card. "Now can I have your number too? Because those hire companies are awful to deal with and I need my car fixed as soon as possible," you said, glaring fiercely at him.

"Nice try, but no, I am not going to give you my number," the man then chuckled while clearly sensing your agitation.

"Are you serious? What kind of person refuses to provide their phone number after crashing into someone?" you demanded, growing increasingly irritated. "I mean, this wouldn't even be an issue if your stupid driving hadn’t caused this mess," you then spat and the blue-eyed stranger raised an imperious eyebrow, his pale face betraying no hint of emotion.

“Yes, I am serious. I am not giving you my number," he said, his voice firm and unfazed by your aggression, which is also when it hit you.

"Oh my god, you think that I am hitting on you?" you laughed sarcastically, attempting to cover up your growing anger by poking fun at him instead.

"Not precisely, but I don't know you and I don't know what you would do with my phone number if you had it," he responded matter-of-factly before asking you for a pen and paper. "I will give you my agent's number. If you have any problems with the car-hire company or my insurance, then you can give him a call," the stranger offered, finally breaking away from his stoicism.

"Your agent?" you chuckled skeptically, "Alright then, hand it over," you mused before you snatched the piece of paper from his hand, scrutinizing the contact information scribbled there with pursed lips.

"So, you are yet another big shot 'wanna be actor' here in Hollywood, huh?" you jeered sarcastically, unable to contain your amusement as he handed you the contact details of one of your father's competitors. Unless he was actually famous you thought, he should have given you his number simply for politeness sake.

"No, not quite," he corrected, cocking an eyebrow at you as he returned his gaze to the scratched front fender of your car. "But listen, I really have to go. I am late for a meeting," he interrupted, already reaching into his pocket for his keys.

"Oh, sure," you said, rolling your eyes. "I suppose I will be in touch with your agent then," you added with a hint of sarcasm.

"Listen, you can trust me," he assured you, flashing a smile that made his otherwise stern demeanor seem almost warm. "We will get your car fixed up," he assured you politely while you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, right," you scoffed, still unconvinced.

"Hey, I promise I won't leave you hanging," he promised earnestly, extending a hand out to you.

Feeling a strange tug, you hesitated, but eventually placed your hand in his.

"I guess so," you sighed, releasing his grip and stepping back into your car, murmuring under your breath, calling him all sorts of names, before finally driving off.

To be continued...

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crsentfairy · 2 months

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NEW!!: Orange Bailey-Moon recently spotted outside of The Amsterdam with possible love interest, out and about in downtown Starlight Boulevard. Who is this mysterious young woman? More on Del Sol Entertainment! 📸

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lovehotelreservation · 10 months

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Hunting for Sport

Summary: He was seen as The Outlaw to many. But to you--especially after what you’ve done to him--he was your hunter.

[Contains plot spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI]

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Clive

i was up until 4 am yesterday to finish ff16 🚬🚬

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There was a bounty on your head.

A piece of parchment with your face illustrated across, a hefty lump sum of gil stamped right beneath.

Who could resist trying their luck for such a splendid prize?

But being wanted so much was why you were currently meandering through the bustling streets of Kanver. Grand boulevards lined with shops and stalls offering the finest wares and goods in all of Valisthea, enticing big crowds to peruse–which, in turn, allowed for you to blend in easily without being noticed, especially with the hood of your cloak drawn over your head.

Even in the case of drawing suspicion amidst the hubbub, a quick turn into a nearby alleyway or striking up conversation with an earnest merchant was enough to shake off any attention.

Of course, there was one point to be made: Why go through such lengths when you could seek comfort in the shadows?

And the answer to such a question was simple.

It was as you were approaching a busy intersection at the heart of one of Kanver’s beloved marketplaces when a shadow loomed above you from behind, a soft yet gruff “Pardon me” uttered before you felt someone shift beside you to move on ahead.

The calm expression on your features broke into mischievous glee as you immediately took a few steps back.

That towering herculean physique, clothes, cape and armor of fine crimson and sturdy obsidian, the fine brisk hairs of a beard along his chiseled jaw that barely masked the strikingly distinct scar on his cheek, a grand and gorgeous sword sheathed on the scabbard that hung on his back, and–most captivatingly of all–those darling deep blue eyes that stared out ahead, narrowed ever so slightly in focus.

The Outlaw.

By his infamous renown, he was the only man you would ever entertain the thought of being apprehended by.

You readied to disappear back into the crowds.

That would have to wait for another day, another city, however.

But as you stepped back once more, it was right when you turned that you realized that those captivating blue eyes were no longer facing forward.

They were facing directly to your direction, straight right into your eyes.

His gaze thinned and his eyebrows furrowed as he shifted into a far more hawkish stance while his mouth uttered one word.

A word that made your eyes glitter with thrill and your lips curl into a wide grin.

Your name.

Your instincts roared at you to flee and so you did.

The hunt was on.

Kanver’s streets were to be the playing grounds while The Outlaw was to be your predator.

And as appealing as it sounded with how utterly handsome he was, you were in no mood to be easy prey.

Prior to this encounter, you had your means of discretely slipping back into the shadows. Yet for every moment you heard the heavy thuds of his armored boots a bit too close for your liking, you went from trying to slip back into the crowds to barrelling yourself through as much as you could, for ven a moment’s hesitation could result in being seized by the clawed grip of The Outlaw.

Forward, onward.

A sharp turn around a corner.

Kicking at a barrel to obstruct a path.

Weaving in and out from street to shop.

The threat of his hand finally grabbing at the back of neck felt closer with each attempted swipe.

It was as you rushed through the empty storage hall of an abandoned store front that you then decided to tear off your cloak, tossing it back behind you as one last effort to hold him up before you would try to find refuge elsewhere.

Not that you needed your cloak to begin with.

Even with your hood on, The Outlaw had gazed upon your hunting bill far too long much within his personal quarters to mistake you.

After all, you were the one to send the parchment to him in the first place.

Your fingers immediately tugged at the front tie and clasp of your cloak just before tossing it back behind you while you dug deep into the well of your energy to sprint as fast as you could.

And then, you heard a burst of flame behind.

The cool seaside air behind you was replaced by the brush of scorching heat, soon replaced by the natural warmth of flesh as a big sturdy arm immediately wrapped around your waist before pulling you back against a broad and chiseled chest, an action that was more smooth rather than brutish.

You barely could get a gasp out, your eyes wide and jaw slack in surprise.

The hunt was over but The Outlaw was far from done.

Your name was uttered once more right as you were drawn into a turn, your eyes soon finding themselves gazing right up into his.

All while your lips were soon claimed by his own.

So hungry, so yearning.

Passion was in the heart of its ferocity.

One that you were happy to reciprocate in return.

Yet as the two of you pulled away for air, you finally got a few words out in a huff.

“Using magic? That’s not fair, Clive…!”

You were met with a small grin in response.

“Did you expect an outlaw to play fairly?” He chuckled just before kissing you once again, all while his hands reached to grab at your backside. “Then again, I’d say we’re eye to eye on this after what you did…”

Your pout was replaced by a satisfied smile as you recalled the last night you spent together, just before you took off for a mission towards the Easternmost coast of Storm.

You and him at his study, his desk a mess of paperwork and letters. His wrists were bound behind him while he remained seated, his teeth gritted tight as he fought back to groan and snarl too loudly while you rode his cock, bouncing up and down his lap. You made sure to brush your breasts right against his chest, knowing fully well that all he craved was to have his hands on you, to please you as much as you pleased him.

Though, you were more of the mind to be far more wicked, for it was as he was ready to release that you suddenly got off of him, breaking your kiss with him to instead bring your lips to his ear while your hand wrapped around the base of his cock to bring him to orgasm, his seed staining your fingers instead of spilling inside of you as he so desperately wanted.

The devastation on his face was too precious for words.

Joining you, being close to you, being one with you–that was what he cherished most.

It was teasingly cruel, you knew.

Yet how could you resist wickedness around him?

Witnessing those deep tender blue eyes of his become stormy with burning desire was a sight you were simply addicted to beholding.

And thus, if he wanted to receive what he wanted from you, he would just have to hunt you down, as you sweetly murmured into his ear.

You were gone before the last knot of the ropes around his wrists unraveled.

Now you were here, caught and caged against him while he kissed your mouth, his hands caught between pulling at your clothes to outright tearing at the fabric, urgency in his pace and touch.

What a joy it was to be hunted by him.

Your body, his bounty.

Your heart, his prize.

You, his.

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precious-little-scoundrel · 2 months

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missing sarge and lil mama right now…

Aww this makes my heart swell. Here, have a (completely unedited straight from drafts) little 1963 domestic morsel:

Elvis was sat on their unmade bed, Jack snoozing in a pillow oasis beside him. Elvis was writing furiously. Sharpie in hand, silk pajamas still in place, rumple bed head without a stitch of gel and reading glasses perched on his nose.

Elaine watched him in her vanity mirror as she got ready.

Cue cards, that’s what he was writing, little white cards with prominent, block letters of prompts for Elaine to ask the attorney general this evening. An absolute first in their marriage, Elaine was the one headed out for a social engagement while Elvis, who the invitation and arrangements did not incorporate, blithely agreed to stay home with the children and wrote cue cards as Elaine prepared to go. His love for the man she was meeting overshadowed any disappointments and his natural tendency to be unsure of himself in glitzier settings had him obligingly unfussed about it all.

Save for the cue cards. But then again, one doesn’t meet a Kennedy every day, and certainly not “the brains behind the operation” as Elvis surmised Bobby Kennedy was. He’d certainly had the capacity as attorney general to be more vocal on subjects that interested Elvis himself, subjects and opinions he himself was forced to keep a tight lid on in his role in entertainer, and to avoid being made Conscience Arbiter of the People.

Elvis may have been sat, and he may have been cross-legged and he may have been writing but the entire bed was visibly vibrating from his excitement, as she glanced back at him in the mirror, suspecting most of the cards might be illegible. Not to worry, ever since she had won a date with the attorney general on the something-or-other raffle program, Elvis had been preparing her.

Of course he knew she’d have her own conversation to make with the man, of course he did, he was sorry, he really was sorry, he was just so excited as well.

Elaine smiled fondly at the soberly concentrated nerd on her bed, “And if you can, ask him about those hearing’s Laney, I know that ain’t usual talk in between passin’ salt but if you can manage it…”

“Yes baby, I’ll try, of course.”

Elaine rose from her brightly lit vanity table, kicking out with bare feet the long and narrow hem of her skirt. She felt a bit of a tart, the styles only becoming slimmer and more streamlined as the decade went on, and here she was swelling with her sixth child. She made Elvis swear that he would nix any choice too vulgar for this evening, and he had sworn up and down on his knees in the Sunset Boulevard boutique that she looked like the ripest goddess in the land, not a bit tartly, just entirely majestic.

Pulling away from the table with her clutter of cosmetics, Elaine eyed herself in the mirror and smoothed out the wrinkles over her figure, noting with some satisfaction that he hadn’t been entirely pussy addled when he’d swore it, she did look very well. And that’s all one needs to look when meeting a servant of the nation.

“Five minutes out, baby.” she notes to him as he’s still writing and he jumps in surprise, laying his pen down with regret and taking to blowing on the ink to make it dry in between a bit more excited chatter.

“Mhmm” Elaine agrees absently as she tries to fasten an earring, the backs on these ones have an odd little curve and much as she loves the gaudy baubles -and they do so suit her peach dress- they’re a terrible trial to secure.

Elvis notices her plight and discards his cards, jumping off their bed in a flurry of blue silk and comes up behind her, pushing her dark hair over her shoulder as he takes over the task. She hears him ask timidly in her ear as he fiddles with the clasp, “Do ya think he’d ever want to come for dinner here? Or -or Graceland?“

She smiles softly, knowing her homebody would be in his element hosting like that.

She turns around and pats his soft cheek, a little bristly from not yet having shaved, at 6:30 in the evening with a dark winter sky shrouding California, Elvis’ day is just beginning. “I'll be sure to arrange a playdate for the two of you, Naughty.” she teases and he rolls his eyes, too happy to take the least bit of offense.

“You’re gonna be late, mamas.” he suddenly recalls and dashes into their spacious closet and after some fumbling and much cursing, comes back out even more disheveled with three different pairs of shoes. “We shoulda done this earlier.” he cripes, settling on his knees with one little pump cradled on his palm. Elaine excavates her foot from the yards of silk and presents it.

“They’re all some shade of nude, darling.“ She points out amused, quite sure it’s not that essential with the color of dress she’s wearing. One would be as good as the next.

“They got different toes!” Elvis cries out, aghast at her indifference, and shimmies away a little distance to take in the effect of his chosen shoe under her hem, Elaine cocks a pose but it does nothing to alleviate his scowl. “Rounded I think.” he decides and shimmies back to her on his knees and yanks the footwear off, choosing a round toe heel with a pretty ankle strap and fastening it with speed yet care. He stands up for this review and eyes her entire image, hands just below his hips, slipping on the silk, hip jutted out and mouth pursed. “Sweet Lord I coulda stare at that all day.” he admits and he doesn’t even crack a smile, he’s too stunned before shaking himself and snatching her hand, tugging her towards the door, “you’re gonna be late Laney, I’ve told you, you can’t keep the Attorney General waiting, it’s just not fittin’. No, no don’t wake Jack, he’ll be a terror if he knows your goin’ just come o-“

“Elvis I’m trying to get your cards!” she laughs and snags them with a clutching hand as they sped past the bed.

“Oh, oh ya got ‘em?” He asks without pausing in his pace.

“Yes! But- my purse!” she giggles, finally managing to plant her feet at the top of the stairway and tug Elvis back from his headlong rush.

“Aww shit, well, I’ll get it. Hey Hooligans!” he calls loudly to his kids and it echoes along the tiled expanse of downstairs, “Get over here and see how pretty your mama looks.”

There is the slapping clatter of bare feet smacking the terra-cotta tile as their children pour into the foyer from each wing of the house. Congregating in a little huddle at the bottom of the stairs while Elvis slowly spins Elaine around at the top in a well worn tradition, like she’s his pretty little mannequin and he is her designer.

“Mama ya look gorgeous!” Jesse gushes with his hands hiding his mouth like he’s been shocked out of himself, been watching too many movies that boy.

The girls coo like turtledoves with a various motley assortment of compliments, chiefly to do with jewels and hair and the shimmer of peach silk.

“And I really like your shoes!” Daisy expounds, highly eager for her own pair of heels, Elvis tells her regularly God gave her ‘built-ins’ with how long her legs are.

“Ella Bug, go on up and get mama’s purse won’t ya?” Elvis asks his eager daughter as he leads Elaine downstairs, “mama is running late, and I’m going to get her tucked into the car. Don’t wake Jack up, whatever you do!”

#sarge blurbs #mine #archive #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley #love notes #elvis fanfic #elvis #elvis imagine #sarge asks

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A Night for Hunting Ch.4- Who Raised You?

Been busy this last week, but here it is! Hope you enjoy our latest adventures with our detested yandere stalker.

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, yandere, touch-starved vampire, awkwardness, I gave up trying to make the conversation better Words: 3072 On AO3

"You are working yourself too hard. I can feel your hunger and exhaustion."

You saw the naughty shadows dance, the reflection barely matching how your body was moving. It was undulating and stretching under the faint light of the streetlamps, which was certainly not what your shadow should have been doing. The vampire emerged from the ground, oozing upwards to recreate his body and walk beside you. The gravel crunched as he matched your stride easily.

"You don’t think it's because I have to entertain the likes of you every few nights? Unlike you, I have stuff to do, a livelihood to look after. A job to work, an apartment to care for, meals to cook —responsibilities, you know." You yawned.

The two of you made for an awkward pair strolling the somber night boulevards, his imposing stature was as flamboyant as your appearance was unassuming —his crimson duster in stark contrast to your quiet black uniform. You walked together in silence, though you kept your distance and attention on him. His hands were at his side, his stance relaxed. Your sideways gaze flickered up briefly to ensure there weren’t extra extremities planning on stealing touches from you.

It was too peaceful. The same upside down patio chairs and industrial-sized garbage bins parked backwards to allow for pickup as on the other side of town. This area was much the same, yet so different, from your old neighbourhood. It was just another quiet suburb, but generally more desolate even during regular hours. There was ample greenery though, which you appreciated.

You glanced around the street to the darkened corners and crevices, carefully inspecting the usual favoured hiding spots for potential unnatural shadows harboring eyes. There weren’t any, although that smirk of his was ever-present. Annoyance flared in the pit of your belly.

It suddenly hit you. ”Is your name ‘Dracula’ spelled backwards? Haha such a funny coincidence, unless it’s not. Who names themselves ‘Alucard’? It's so sad, what a wannabe,” you snickered to yourself.

"Indeed. Isn't it quite amusing?" ‘Alucard’ tilted his head to gaze at the half-moon, his face mostly obscured beneath the sunglasses and hat. The sky was overcast, the modest light of the celestial body unable to penetrate the haze with the city’s light pollution also contributing to the concealment of the stars. This night held its own intrigue, but wasn’t quite as exquisite as the last, Alucard decided.

You arrived at your building and unconsciously held the lobby doors open for him. He didn't say anything to acknowledge your action, lest you become aware and try to ‘rescind the offer.’ You gently shut the door to your condo and toed off your shoes.

After settling your belongings, you ran fresh water in the kettle to boil. You thought the conversation about your overwork was over when he spoke up again. "Come to the Shangri-la at 1900 each night. We will have supper unless I have other…arrangements.”

You scoffed at him. “What are you talking about? You'll do that every single night? That's quite a commitment I'm sure you won't be able to keep."

Piercing golden orange irises locked onto your scowling face, before the slit-like pupils contracted and he sighed, "Go there whenever you do not wish to cook, with or without me."

You gave him the flattest look you could muster. “Do you really think I can afford eating at the Shangri-la everyday?”

The vampire returned your expression before it turned back into a grin. What was he smirking at this time?

Your irritation spiked as realization dawned. “I don't want such an arrangement with you, or a sugar daddy. It’s way too good to be true and I don’t trust you. What makes you assume I even want to be with you? No thanks.”

“No other motives, Sweet. Only ensuring you eat well.”

Once upon a time not long ago, this vampire chased you through abandoned streets like a serial killer of women, but now he was acting the gentleman? You didn’t know what to make of him except for how he made you uncomfortable and you wanted him gone, especially with the recent news about the disappearances of several people in the city. Your heavy mistrust of this freaky creature resurfaced with force. Making sure you ate well? Was he trying to fatten you up before he ate you?

The vampire's deep chortle filled the room, which you hated to find was a pleasant sound. "I don't eat humans, little one, though I'm certain you would be delicious." His eyes wrinkled with mirth and you felt yourself on the defensive again.

“As if you should be treating some woman to the Shangri-la every night. You realize it’s a luxury restaurant in a 5-star hotel? An unemployed thing like you can’t afford it either.” You couldn’t believe you had to explain how preposterous his proposal was to him. After filling the teapot with piping hot water, you turned back to your guest intending to tell him he was being stupid, when you froze.

He cocked a brow at you, an insane expression spreading over his face. Goodness, he looked like a psychopath. You were right to be wary of him. “I am employed, little human,” he cackled.

"Harassing me every few nights isn’t considered employment, vampire. And stop calling me 'little human.' It's demeaning." You could feel the pulsing behind your left eyelid, a headache beginning to emerge within your temples from the endless back and forth.

"My visits to you are a separate matter. I enjoy catching you —it truly gives me great satisfaction.” The beast turned to shadow, into a seeping dark mass that trickled to your feet and clutched your ankles, then began crawling up your body before you could escape. Frightening memories of the last time he held you down as a shadow replayed themselves, but you were unable to budge at all to try kicking him off. Anxiety gripped you by the throat, yet he was weightless this time, and materialized just his head directly in front of you, shiny teeth flashing and towering stature proudly hovering over your head. He had you cornered and you glared back defiantly.

“Are you not little and human?" He purred through a ghastly smirk at your shocked face, then abruptly became solid again, silently phasing through the counter and dining room furniture to sit at the couch.

You gasped for some much-needed air as he left, feeling your heart's rapid gallop in your ribcage.

Jerk. Was he reading your mind right now? You weren't sure. But you repeated yourself to be certain he heard.

"Jerk," you muttered under your breath as you scampered to the bedroom to change. Raspy chuckling sounded from the living room.

In the privacy of your bedroom, you stomped around, feeling only indignance and frustration from the incessant harassment. He was only messing around to make a fool out of you for his own entertainment, you reminded yourself. Ripping the black shirt off your head, you whipped it at the bed. What a twisted monster. Repeating the same manner of motions with your pants and underwear, you found your sour mood unimproved at all from throwing around your belongings. You cursed when you rammed a shin into the corner of the bed frame. That leg was going to bruise.

Hissing in pain, your gaze landed on the framed photos in the corner of the room, immortalized moments of cherished simpler times. You went to the photos sitting on the drawer and leaned over it with your hands braced against the top. There was a layer of dust gathering on the surface of the drawers. Two of your fingers smeared the dust off in a line. It’s been awhile since you had the luxury of time to take care of affairs within your home. You sighed. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you forced yourself to take deep breaths.

You may not be able to escape him, but one day, if the vampire didn’t maim or kill you first, he will get bored of you and eventually leave you alone. It was only a matter of time. Until then, you will have to bear the burden of his presence.

Forcing numb calmness over your mind, you took one final breath and stood with a straight spine, to present yourself with more poise than you felt. You dabbed away the wet residue at your eyes and smacked your cheeks lightly, then eased open the door to reenter the battle. --------------------

“So you can play with the lights, possess telepathy and control minds, have a lot of eyes, and you can turn immaterial and shapeshift. You have all these fancy abilities, perfect for scaring young women. Are you proud of yourself? Any other superpowers I should be aware of?”

Your unwanted guest’s duster was draped over the couch, revealing a dapper suit beneath, all brought together by the pretty red cravat at his neck. His expression was serene, not frightening as it was earlier. The fleeting thought of how easy he was on the eyes crossed the mind yet again, before your eyes narrowed at his comfort level and the way he made himself at home when he was in fact unwelcome.

"My other superpower is that I'm rich."

Wha-? Your exhausted brain faltered. "Y-you didn't. You are not Batman."

He looked at you curiously, then EXPLODED into hundreds of furry bats. The absurdity of your situation didn't escape you, but even you had to laugh as you gawked. He made a movie reference, but you set yourself up for that.

Staring at the horde for several seconds, you felt your scorching anger dampen, then evaporate. It just wasn’t the same when he wasn’t in the shape of a man, directing his mocking eyes and smirks your way.

You held out your hand to offer a landing spot for the bats. Alucard eagerly took up the offer. It was the first time you ever reached out to touch him, even if he was merely a collection of small winged critters at the moment. A larger bat landed on your palm and clung to your fingers. You stared at the colony fluttering around your home, some now docked on various light fixtures, kicking up dust and making the lighting in the room blink erratically from the wings periodically blocking the light. You turned your attention back to the animal in your hand.

It was black and furry, regarding you with translucent scarlet eyes and chirping in greeting. The animal lover in you ignited and your heart melted. You cooed at the bat, almost in disbelief that this was real, and alternated between stroking its back and belly. The animal keened, awkwardly climbing your hand to roll over and present its stomach while fluttering its wings and rubbing its back into your hand. Oversized saucer ears swiveled from side-to-side to catch the sounds of you babbling to him. The collection of his bat eyes around the room were focused on you as they soaked up your affection.

Alucard wanted more. Several more bats flew over to land on your arms and fingers, all vying for your attention. You giggled at the swarm surrounding you, with too many wings, feet and little cheeks and fingers to pet, you didn’t know where to go first. It was a surprise discovery that the wings weren’t leathery, but covered in a thin, silky soft skin. You forgot yourself and ran your fingers through another’s luscious velvet fur and pressed your nose to its face.

Squeaks echoed around the room and the flapping swarm merged to reform into a humanoid figure. The vampire approached with a peculiar expression, his face near yours, forcing you back into reality and to inch away from the proximity. The vampire's eyes were bright vermilion as he took another step forward to maintain the closeness between you.

"Do that again."

"Do what again?" Suddenly, you were jumpy now that it was Alucard again.

"That sound, the laugh."

You gave him an incredulous chuckle, ”You’re kidding, right?”

"Not like that. Like before, just now when you were holding me." It sounded like the chime of bells to him.

Holding him? Who speaks like that to someone they barely know?! "You can't just force someone to give you a heartfelt laugh! Sheesh, have you never been socialized before? You are you right now, not a cute bat!"

The vampire huffed and insisted with a low rumble emanating from his chest, "It was music. Do it again."

"I-I just told you! My goodness, who raised you?"

At that question, he gave you a funny look, almost like he was sad and pained, but it was gone just as quickly and he straightened out and collected himself. "I am far-removed from my days as a human." He observed your arms held out flat to your chest in defence and withdrew.

This thing was human? But of course he was. He must have been a human turned into a vampire, if the legends were true. Thinking back on the timeless beauty you found in his eyes when you first met, combined with the strange mannerisms, you figured this must have been long ago.

You didn’t want to know more about him or his past.

You had leftovers for dinner. Just a simple meal of baked chicken drumsticks and roasted eggplants with buckwheat, all made in bulk several days ago with lots and lots of garlic. Despite the seasoning, you didn't offer him anything, but only because you didn’t want to waste your precious food on him or allow him to feel welcome.

During the entire meal he stared at you eating. It was unnerving. He watched too carefully, his eyes capturing every detail. When your tongue poked out to lick at escaped sauces, you caught his pupils darting over to trace your actions. When you looked at him for a moment too long, his eyes would catch yours and almost drown you with their strange light. He seemed absolutely fascinated by everything you did. You shivered under the intense scrutiny and averted your gaze back down at your food. --------------------

You hoped he would leave after dinner, but the mannerless vampire was still here. You couldn’t sleep with him around. Knowing that requesting for him to leave would be meaningless, you chose to watch a chick-flick in the hopes it would be off-putting. It wasn’t one you enjoyed either.

Seating yourselves with him on the opposite (his favourite) couch, you kept the distance between you. Your lids already felt heavy. 97 minutes wasn’t long for a movie, but in your state, you wondered how you would last the stretch too.

“You are exhausted,” he noted, crossing his legs to examine you properly. The darkness hid nothing from him. He could see you perfectly.

The air conditioner turned back on with a hum as the movie began. Sirens screamed past your building outside, but you didn’t acknowledge any of this. Your head hung low, chin almost touching your chest as the softness of the couch embraced you. You were drooping, nodding off, the darkness of night a welcome reprieve for once. You came back to awareness with a start.

You made a sound and mumbled, “I am watching.”

"You are watching a movie with your eyes closed?" His voice was quiet, not taunting.

"It's a neat ability I have." You shifted your weight to the other side and stared at the screen blankly.

"It's hard to stay awake after all that happened during the day,” you trailed off. So peaceful.

"You do not need to justify your human needs."

At the low melodic timbre, you turned bleary eyes towards the source to make out only two irises, iridescent pools of liquid gold in the poor lighting.

"Time to sleep, little one."

It was such an odd feeling, like you were floating through haze-shrouded skies. You tried to shake off the sensation, but were too weak. Your lids got heavy and you passed out on a full belly, slumped against a large pillow with your head at a funny angle. In your dreamlike state, it seemed there was to be a strange truce with this nightwalker tonight.

Alucard stared at your limp form, at the smooth expanse of throat that was bared to him. His eyes honed in on the tiny flickering pulse on the side. It was in the air. Your monthly was due soon, and you were fertile at this moment. His fangs descended. Your neck will be sore later if you slept like that the entire night. He licked his lips and silently slipped up to you. He faded into the soft fabric of the couch and reappeared seated next to you with his shoulder propping up your unconscious body as he emerged from the couch.

There was almost no external light in the room, only what was granted by the TV screen. The hour was late, or early, depending on what kind of being you were. The blaring of sirens screamed past outside once more before all was silent, save for the occasional noises of nocturnal animals breaking the tranquility.

Alucard allowed the movie to continue playing to completion with you slumped on his shoulder. Two women on screen shrieked at each other for petty perceived offences, but Alucard paid the movie no mind. He watched you sleep, listened to the slow thump of your heartbeat, felt the puffs of your even breaths. He knew you'd be warm, but the prolonged contact with your body heat was more akin to a furnace thawing out his dead body. He caught your scent again, the enticing female pheromones much more preferred now that they were directly on him. For once you weren’t scared or anxious. He was comfortable. Your relaxed expression calmed him and his eyes closed.

Now that you no longer ran from him when he came to you at night, the first vampire honestly missed the thrill of the chase. When the pungent scent of your terror diffused through the air as you realized he was present, it shot straight to his loins. When you screamed and fled, his body was mandated to follow. He missed the exhilaration and adrenaline rush from catching you, addictive drugs which made him almost feel alive again, but this…he shifted to prevent your head from falling off his shoulder…this was good too.

~To be Continued~

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The Prince

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Es T1 Cover - Hibana

Hey there! Milgram covers, huh? They're really interesting! I've decided to look at all of them and give my thoughts on each, and while I thought about doing it all in just one post, I'm gonna separate them because why not. Anyways, this time I'll talk about Es' only cover (of songs not originally from Milgram), Hibana! Let's see how our favorite Warden connects to this song.

CW Allusions to guns and shooting

(Note: 'Hibana' means spark)

Hibana has the singer speaking to their lover about an issue with their relationship, which is how the lover struggles to express their opinions and make decisions for fear of disagreeing with the singer.

Now now, time to mute all complaints, Hesitating over stupid things.

(Translation)

Basically, they consider a love without disagreements "incomplete." If you truly love someone, then you have to accept their views even when you disagree, right? To love someone fully, you need to know them fully.

It’s “incomplete”, I’ll say it time and time again. nanananananananana Amidst a love that missed hitting “NO”

Even if it causes the singer anxiety and distress by the nature of disagreements, it's needed for their relationship to flourish. The spark in the title refers to the spark of love, but also to the spark of two objects colliding with each other.

I don’t want to harbor a love that will never end, Come on, properly fill me more with anxiety. I’d like you to act your part at peek a boo, Come on, answer to what I ask more properly!

I don’t want to love a weak-minded love, Come on, make it hurt more properly. Going so far it’s no longer funny, is surely much more enjoyable, Come on, melt me more properly!

(Note: Peek a boo is a game where you hide with your hands, but then reveal your face again. Thus, 'playing their part at peek a boo' means revealing their 'face', their opinions)

You can sorta see where the connection to Es is, once you consider most of these songs are abstracted so the romantic/sexual partner represents something else and the relationship is not literal. Es is singing this to themselves, asking themselves to be sure and confident in their judgement of the prisoners. That's what the love likely represents, too. Es doesn't want to hesitate, they want to be able to forgive and not forgive with the conviction a Good Warden ought to have.

[Imposter Boulevard] (Kazui T2 VD) Es: I'm the Guard. If I forgive you, I forgive you. If I don't, I don't. There's no other factors to it.

[Baptism of Fire] (Fuuta T2 VD) Es: I am the Guard of MILGRAM, the one who judges your sins. It's not just you and Mahiru – I've faced all ten of you prisoners with my own life. Don't lump me in with someone like you, who used someone's sins for cheap entertainment!

Steadfast in their opinions, not to be swayed by whatever the prisoners say, not to let themselves get tempted by the idea of compromise. They can't be a perfectionist, they need to be unafraid of mistakes.

Knock knock, ‘with this it's a tie’, Confined within unfilled time. Perfectionism turns smoky, With an echoing voice I’m feeling vertigo and monotony.

But there's also an interesting implication. Because the disagreement and the steadfast opinions are necessary, but they're also distressing. In the song's original context, that's just the nature of disagreement, but here Es would be disagreeing with themselves.

Shoot up that head...

The imagery of shooting in the head referenced in the song art is about this anxiety and hurt induced by disagreement.

But for Es, they're stressed by the weight of their decisions, by the impact their judgement can have on the prisoners. Hibana brings up this conflict front and center.

[TASK] (Kotoko T1 VD) Kotoko: You are not the executioner who convicts people for their sin. The person who offers to save the murderers who deserve to be forgiven.. It's also you. Es: Aaah.. Mm.. *shallow gasping* K: Come, Es… then, listen to my sin… E: *gasp* Prisoner number 10.. Kotoko.. Come..! Sing… your… sins… *sob*

[Baptism of Fire] Es: I didn't wish for you to get a punishment like this! And I didn't instruct Kotoko to do that, either. Punishments executed through violence… Fuuta: Huh… E: I didn't think it would turn out this way.

[Love is (Un)Dead] (Mahiru 2nd VD)] Es: …I'm sorry. I'm responsible for the fact that you've ended up like this. Mahiru:*Coughing, heavy breathing* E: It was my decision not to forgive you. I don't intend to deny that. But… the fact that I couldn't predict Kotoko's actions was a failure on my end. M:*Heavy breathing* E: If I had known that it would turn out like this… [...] M: Yeah. Es-kun, you're working so hard… You're doing great. E: ...! M: …Oh my… are you crying? Es-kun…

God I love Es so much. I am so mad we don't have a cover specifically for them in Trial 2.

Anyways, that's the gist of it. Since these songs weren't written for Milgram, analyzing the general themes and topics is more important than going deep into each and every lyric, so I think this is a decent overview of this one. Hope it was good enough! Take care!

#milgram #es milgram #000 #hibana cover #i have a few of these written already so i might end up spam posting them a bit #cw guns #cw shooting #i finally got to talk a bit about the funny warden child! let's go!

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•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

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• Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with * at each chapter.

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The relentless September sun beat down on us as we observed from the roof. Iris stood beside me, clearly uncomfortable in the afternoon heat. Her black hair clung to her face, and she fidgeted with it incessantly.

She couldn't seem to sit still, a habit that grated on my nerves. Perhaps if she focused on functionality instead of treating it like a fashion show, she might find some relief. I couldn't fathom how she managed to avoid getting that mess caught in her ODM gear with its considerable length.

My attention was fixed on the squad's training below, a specific few chosen the night before. As I watched, it became painfully apparent that incompetence ran rampant in the regiment. The veterans, in particular, displayed a lack of commitment to training, acting as if it held no significance. Little wonder that so many of them met their end outside the walls.

I observed several soldiers halting during their laps after practice—an embarrassing display. The captains failed to address the issue, allowing indiscipline to fester unchecked.

"They all lack discipline," I groaned, my frustration evident. "Looks like our selection will have to suffice for the time being."

She didn't utter a word, just observed the training below. But was she truly present? It seemed like her mind had been wandering, neglecting her duties.

If I had known how easily this woman gets distracted, I might have thought twice about choosing her for my squad. Yet, the decision wasn't entirely mine; Erwin had been insistent on Iris leaving Wright's squad.

"Pay attention. Tell me, who performed best on the ODM gear today?" I grumbled at her. "In order."

"Eld. Then Gunther, Petra, and Oluo last," she replied hastily, her words sounding rehearsed, like everything else she said.

"Wrong," I retorted, rolling my eyes at her response.

"Gunther, Eld, Oluo, and Petra," I corrected her. "Petra lacks speed, and Oluo treats it like playtime."

"Right," was all she could muster in acknowledgment.

"If you don't watch out, Gunther or Eld might take your position," I warned her.

She laughed as if I were joking. It fueled my irritation further; the glare I shot her wiped the small smile off her face, replacing it with fear.

"You think I'm kidding?" I stated sharply. "If you don't get your act together, you'll be asked to step down. I'm giving you a month until they're formally invited to join the squad."

"Yes, right, sir," she responded with a salute.

"Meet me after dinner. We'll go over your training plan from there," I instructed. "Don't be late."

I descended from the roof, deliberately avoiding the impending conversation with her. Today, I was too weary to entertain her nonsense. My desk awaited me, stacked with a mountain of paperwork demanding attention before I met with Erwin.

My role was a relentless cycle of paperwork and subpar soldiers—a wearisome existence. How was I to aid Erwin in reshaping the regiment before our next expedition, a topic he incessantly brought up? The whims of that curious fanatic could lead us all to our demise. Erwin's relentless pursuit to reclaim Wall Maria, despite insufficient funding for meals, was a reckless gamble.

"Hey. You," a voice echoed behind me as I strode down the hall.

I saw no reason to halt for anyone other than Erwin. Ignoring the voice, I continued my focus on the tasks at hand.

Before my hand could touch the doorknob to my office, another hand covered it, obstructing my entry.

My eyes met his, recognizing Alexander's presence.

Not this shithead.

"I was talking to you," he asserted, attempting a threatening tone. The look in his eyes meant nothing to me, but it was familiar.

His effort to intimidate was feeble, distinct from the thugs I'd encountered. However, his eyes bore a stain of something darker.

I responded with a blank stare, well aware of his desire to provoke a reaction, as he had since my arrival, tossing empty promises my way.

Glancing at his hand barricading my door, I knew removing him myself would escalate into conflict, resulting in more paperwork. He was already wasting my time.

"Move," I uttered lowly. "You're in my way."

"You don't get to call the shots around here," he retorted, our eyes locked in an unyielding stare. "You haven't earned anything above ground. We don't roll like y'all did down there. Up here, we don't steal. We work hard for what we have."

"Is there a point to this?" My voice dripped with annoyance.

"I want you to stay the fuck away from my squad," he growled. "Remove Iris from your squad and move on to the next."

"I asked for the point of this nonsense. Not your wants. I'm not a damn genie. You want change? Go talk to Erwin," I dismissed, my patience wearing thin.

"I'm not asking. I'm telling." Alexander closed the distance between us, jabbing his finger into my chest.

More paperwork sounded appealing at that moment.

Without hesitation, I grabbed his finger, swiftly twisting his arm behind his back, and pinning him against the wall. I applied pressure, pushing his arm further up his back as he grunted, attempting to break free.

"Resist, and I'll break your fucking finger," I warned coldly. "This is how it's going to go."

"You can't do this." he defiantly stated.

"Wrong. I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want. And you? You're going to watch and let it all happen," I chuckled, tightening my grip. I moved his arm even higher, causing him to yell out in pain. "You're an embarrassment to the regiment if you can't get out of a measly position."

"Levi," Erwin's voice broke from behind me.

I released Alexander's arm, watching him stumble to catch himself.

"What's the meaning of this?" Erwin asked, his gaze shifting between Alexander and me.

"Just comrades being comrades," I stated, crossing my arms and observing the disheveled rat before me.

"Bullshit," Alexander yelled in frustration.

"Language," Erwin chided. "You're dismissed, Wright. Make sure to go to the infirmary to check your arm. I want a full report of the incident on my desk by tonight."

After dismissing Wright, Erwin headed straight to my room, and I had no choice but to follow him.

"You're early," I remarked.

"You were late," he replied, tapping his wrist.

Did I really spend my whole time bickering with that rat?

"Care to explain, Levi?" Erwin inquired.

"Not really,"

"Wasn't an option," Erwin retorted.

"Fine," I replied, walking to my desk and taking a seat. I watched Erwin make himself at home, preparing tea, as I began explaining the recent events.

"Sounds like someone's had their hands full," Erwin commented, handing me a cup of tea.

"Since I just explained the bullshit to you, can I skip the incident report?" I asked, hoping to cut through the bureaucracy.

"No," he said firmly. "We need this for the records."

All I could manage was a scoff.

"This Iris girl is more trouble than she's worth. It's starting to piss me off," I expressed my frustration to Erwin.

"What was your reasoning for this, Erwin?"

"I'm surprised you don't know," Erwin chuckled. "It's highly inappropriate for a superior and a subordinate to be romantically involved, especially in the same squad. Not only is it unfair, but it's extremely unsafe in this circumstance."

Erwin took a moment to pause, sipping his tea.

"There's more, but at the moment, I need to see how this plays out," he finished.

"Is this another one of your gambles, Erwin?"

"It's crucial you keep an eye on her, Levi," Erwin stated. "Nothing must go unnoticed."

He ignored me. What a classy man.

"Is this why you called a meeting today?"

I grumbled, my eyes flickering from the stack of untouched paperwork to Erwin.

"No, we have other matters to attend to," Erwin said. "You're going on your first mission."

"Iris isn't prepared enough," I quickly stated, my gaze intensifying as I thought about her readiness. She's too slow, she can't keep up with me on her ODM gear. Not to mention her skills are still juvenile.

"Alone."

"Where?"

"The underground."

The knock on the door disrupted our conversation.

Who could it possibly be now?

"What?" I barked at the door, irritation evident in my voice.

"Aldridge. Reporting for duty."

Of course, it's her.

"Come in, Iris!" Erwin called cheerfully, inviting her in like it was his office.

"Commander," Iris saluted, her long black hair falling slightly in disarray as she closed the door behind her.

"How are you?" Erwin inquired. "That's a nasty bruise you got there. How'd you get it?"

"Oh, I fell," she laughed, her violet eyes avoiding my scrutinizing gaze.

"You fell?" I questioned, my eyes narrowing, observing the growing bruise on her face.

Another lie fell from her lips.

"It was a mishap during a sparing session. Clumsy me," she chuckled, her hand lightly brushing against her hair.

"Well, I'm glad to see that your bruise isn't causing you any harm. What can we do for you?" Erwin asked, seemingly unaware of my sharper observations.

"Levi wanted me to stop by after dinner," she said, her eyes flickering briefly towards me.

It's Captain.

"Right," I grumbled, my gaze shifting from her to the neglected paperwork. "Do the paperwork before tomorrow. Then we will discuss your training plan. You're dismissed."

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The damp, dimly lit streets of the underground were a stark contrast to the starry nights I got so used to. Lanterns flickered, casting a feeble glow on the worn cobblestone paths. The echoing sounds were no longer the laughter of children playing, but hurried footsteps fleeing from potential dangers.

In this twisted version of home, people didn't approach you to share thoughts on their beliefs; they reached out desperately, seeking aid in a world that turned harsh and unforgiving. Months had passed since my departure, and the return was a solitary one. No one by my side, just the heavy burden of my own existence.

Down here, no one recognized me. But then again, they never truly knew me. I was the thug, the supposed monster, a sheep raised by wolves who ultimately joined the pack. The underground had shaped me, molded me into another one of its ruthless denizens.

Erwin's decision to send me on a mission to this forsaken place caught me off guard. Did he truly trust me after what transpired a few months ago? Perhaps he believed I'd stay true to the cause, but trust was a fragile thing, and I wondered if Erwin's faith in me was well-placed. Was this another one of his stupid gambles?

Walking these streets in Survey Corps uniform would be suicidal. Erwin might think it was an effective approach, but he didn't comprehend the underground like I did. A uniform here was a beacon, a signal to every cutthroat that a soldier had wandered into their territory.

If answers were what Erwin sought, it would have to be done my way. Captain Levi was set aside; I was just Levi— the one who grew up in these treacherous alleys.

My first destination was one of my most reliable clients. A man who dealt in drinks but traded in information. His bar was a hub of secrets, and if anyone had the lowdown on what was happening in the underground, it was him.

When I entered the dimly lit establishment, I was greeted by the familiar scent of cheap alcohol and the low hum of conversations, ones that could cost your life.

"What can I getcha'?" The bartender's voice cut through the dimly lit atmosphere, a stark contrast to the gloom outside.

"Black tea," I muttered, keeping my head lowered.

"Sorry, sir, but I ain't got that," he replied.

"Cut the shit, Rick. I know you got some stashed away for me somewhere," I retorted, lifting my head to meet his gaze.

"Well, I'll be damned," Rick chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

"I thought you were gone for good. Should've known you'd be back."

He moved around the bar, gathering the necessary items to prepare the tea. As he worked, he continued to speak, curiosity evident in his eyes.

"Now tell me, how did you manage to escape those Royal cocksuckers? There's lots of rumors floating around since you've been gone," he inquired.

I accepted the tea from him, taking a sip as he prattled on about the underground gossip.

"Ya know, boy, " he remarked, cleaning a dish, "you look healthy. I couldn't even tell that was you under that cloak. That's a nice one you got there. Did you get that from above, from one of those fine merchants?"

"That's the point, Rick," I replied, deflecting his question. The less information he had, the better. I leaned against the bar, savoring the bitter taste of the tea.

"So, you gonna tell me how you ended up getting outta there or what?" Rick's gruff voice broke through the ambient hum of the underground bar. "Cause people are saying you died, others are saying you're locked up. But my favorite one is that you're a Royal cock sucker now, living it big in Wall Sina."

Rick was a good man, an old man, but a good one. After Kenny left me, Rick was there. He let me work for food or even a place to sleep at times.

"I'm on a mission for Commander Erwin," I replied quietly.

"A mission?" His eyebrow quirked up. "I'll be damned. The rumors are true. Did the little ones join too?"

All I could do was shake my head in agreement.

He let out a low whistle and smiled.

"I'm proud of ya, Levi. Ya got them all out of here."

I watched the joy brighten his face as he continued to talk. It wasn't going to last long, though.

"Now are they down here too?" he inquired.

Again, I shook my head.

"Well, where are they?" he pressed.

"Dead," I replied.

There it went, fading just as fast as it came. His eyes filled with remorse as he waited for me to speak.

"Titans," is all I said to him. He should get the message.

"My condolences," was all he could offer.

A moment of silence passed by until he was back to himself, putting on a fake persona after the grim news.

"Now, how can I help, Levi?" Rick's raspy voice cut through the murmur of the dimly lit underground bar.

"What do you know about the black market dealers selling ODM?" I cut straight to the point.

"Now, you know just as well as I do that's some dangerous stuff right there," Rick said, wiping down the counter.

"I know it's a lot, Rick. Thought you'd be the best," I explained.

"Let's just say things have changed. They know better than to crawl up in here, especially knowing you could be here," Rick replied.

"That won't last long when word gets out I'm in the Survey," I said to him. "You got what you need to protect yourself?"

"What did you think I did with your old stash as a kid?" Rick chuckled.

"Very well," I said. "Where do they go now?"

"Mal's prolly'. That's where the MPs gamble. Been nothing but pains in the ass," Rick said.

"Thank you, Rick," I said, leaving more than the tea was worth on the counter.

"Levi, you know it's not this much," he protested.

"Don't make me change my mind, old fart," I said, pulling my hood lower and heading out.

Mal's wasn't far, two streets over, and I was already through the door. The bar was filled with men in suits, uniforms, and cloaks. How times have changed since I last graced these grimy floors. There wasn't a trace of the rugged men that ran rampant in the underground.

"What can I getcha, sweets?" Her perky voice spoke out.

"Sit,"

"Now look, you're in my bar—" she stopped when I threw the bag of coins on the table. Her hand quickly reached out to grab it, but mine was faster. I lifted my hood a bit so she could see my eyes as I took back the money.

"Wow," she said. "You really do got your mama's eyes."

"Sit, and you'll get this at the end," I said, shaking the coin bag.

"But ya act like that damn old man," she remarked, complying with my request. "Now what can I do for you, sweetheart? Didn't expect to see you so soon."

"Who's been doing the ODM trades?" I asked her.

She looked around, assessing the crowd. Her voice lowered as she leaned over the bar. "Well, who do you think, babe?"

Her head tilted towards a loud group of men in the corner, gambling as more military police scum walked in.

Of course, it was the MPs. Who else would have access to the latest gear? But how did they manage to get ahold of Scout gear? I scanned over each of the men, none of them I knew, but I memorized each of their faces.

"About dame time. Welcome back!" one of the men yelled my way.

Shit. They noticed me. How, though? I've never seen these men a day in my life. Never once seen them down here before today.

"Oh, shut up." A woman's giggle followed behind the man's voice as they walked past. The green cloak flowed behind the man as he had his arm wrapped around a woman in an MP uniform with blond hair.

"Here. I got what I wanted," I said to Mal as I threw the coin bag towards her on the table, keeping my eyes on the MPs.

"I know your momma's proud of you," she said to me as she dismissed herself from the area.

"One whisky and whatever the women wants." The familiar voice said.

The green cloak was a give away, but who in the Scouts would be dumb enough to do black market selling in the underground? It wasn't until the man turned when I realized who it was.

Alexander.

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Sam, OL and CB have been nominated for Saturn Awards many, many times - even won, occasionally, I believe. But neither CB nor Sam have ever attended. Ever. I think Maril and Diana went once. In fact, there was one year in the past when his buddy, William Shatner, attended - he was either getting or presenting some sort of “big” award (I use that term facetiously, as the Saturn Awards seem to be decidedly downmarket in the grand scheme of useless entertainment awards). Anyway, Shatner was there, but rather than attend, Sam, who was nominated and in LA, went to a Dodgers baseball game with MM. I would be shocked if he went.

You're quite in my head Anon. The Saturn Awards are (imo) just a step above the JJ polls... not to take that seriously. But hey, he came for a star on the Boulevard of Oostende as well to let him celebrate the big star he is.

He could surprise us going there, but could as well not surprise us by not going there 😂 if that makes any sense 😂😂😂

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Happy Birthday Liza 🎉

Liza Minnelli was born on March 12, 1946, Beverly Boulevard, Los Angeles.

👉 February 18th, 1990 - Queen Story!

Freddie Mercury's final public appearance on stage when he joined the rest of Queen in London to collect the Brit Award for Outstanding Contribution to Music.

All the band members attended, Brian May giving a short speech.

In this photo: Huge party took place after at Groucho Club in Soho for Queen's 20th Anniversary Party

🔸CIRCUS: What’s your favorite form of entertainment?

MERCURY: Listening to Jimi Hendrix; Liza Minnelli; going to art galleries. I like most of the Victorian artists. I like lot of detail work, water colors, that sort of thing. And popular stuff like Dali.

CIRCUS: Would you like to date Liza Minnelli?

MERCURY: Oh, no. I would like to talk to her, yes.

CIRCUS: What do you think she would tell you?

MERCURY: I would just like to meet her after a performance and take it from there. I don’t know what she would say to me, or what I would say to her.

CIRCUS: I’d like to know what you think about these people: Jimi Hendrix, Liza Minnelli, Led Zeppelin…

MERCURY: Jimi Hendrix is very important. He’s my idol. He sort of epitomizes, from his presentation onstage, the whole works of a rock star. There’s no way you can compare him. You either have the magic or you don’t. There’s no way you can work up to it. There’s nobody who can take his place. Liza, in terms of sheer talent, just oozes with it. She has sheer energy and stamina, which she gets across the stage, and the way she delivers herself to the public is a good influence. There is a lot to learn from her. Led Zeppelin is the greatest. Robert Plant is one of the most original vocalists of our time. As a rock band they deserve the kind of success they’re getting

- Freddie Mercury

Interview Circus Magazine 1975

Pic: Freddie Mercury with Liza Minnelli at Queen's 20th Anniversary Party

📸 Photographer Richard Young

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Things To Do In Tampa: A Comprehensive Guide to Florida's Gulf Coast

Tampa offers a dynamic and lively experience for visitors, showcasing a myriad of activities on Florida's Gulf Coast.

Florida is renowned for its diverse attractions, and Tampa stands out as a city designed for both entertainment and relaxation. With a captivating blend of historic architecture and modern landmarks, a culture enriched with Cuban and Spanish influences, bustling business districts, and scenic canals, Tampa emerges as a versatile destination that caters to work, exploration, and leisure.

Discover the myriad activities that Tampa has to offer with this comprehensive guide!

Things To Do In Tampa

Despite its vintage charm, Tampa boasts a multicultural atmosphere where historic buildings are being revitalized into vibrant food halls. Immerse yourself in the complete travel experience with our guide to Tampa's diverse offerings.

Discover Marine Life at The Florida Aquarium While in Tampa, Florida, don't miss the opportunity to explore The Florida Aquarium—an expansive 250,000-square-foot facility accredited by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums. As a 501 non-profit organization situated in downtown Tampa, it stands as one of the premier aquariums in the US. Witness a captivating array of sea creatures and immerse yourself in this publicly operated institution.

Location: 701 Channelside Dr, Tampa, FL 33602

Operating Hours: Open daily from 9:30 AM to 5 PM

Admission: $34.45 per person

Uncover Tampa's Past at Henry B. Plant Museum Venture into the historical realm by visiting the Henry B. Plant Museum, housed in the south wing of Plant Hall on the University of Tampa's campus. Located at 401 West Kennedy Boulevard, this museum offers insights into the Victorian lifestyle during turn-of-the-century Florida. Considered a hidden gem, it conveniently sits near hotels and restaurants around the university campus.

Location: 401 W Kennedy Blvd, Tampa, FL 33606

Operating Hours: Tuesday - Sunday from 10 AM to 5 PM (opens at 12 on Sundays)

Experience Artistic Splendor at The Tampa Theatre For a dose of cultural entertainment, make your way to The Tampa Theatre—an exquisite performing arts space in downtown Tampa. Designed by architect John Eberson, this atmospheric theatre-style movie palace hosts a variety of independent and foreign film productions. Treat yourself to a unique cinematic experience in this beautifully preserved landmark.

Location: 711 N Franklin St, Tampa, FL 33602

Operating Hours: Varies by show/screening

Relax Amid Nature at Lettuce Lake Park Nature enthusiasts will find solace in Lettuce Lake Park, a beloved green space in Tampa. Spanning 240 acres, the park offers walking paths, biking trails, and scenic benches for relaxation. Conveniently located on Fletcher Avenue between Interstate 75 and the University of South Florida, Lettuce Lake Park is complemented by the soothing presence of the Hillsborough River, providing a refreshing escape during warm spells.

Address: 6920 E Fletcher Ave, Tampa, FL 33637

Hours: Open daily from 8 AM to 7 PM

Enjoy Live Performances at The Straz Center for the Performing Arts For aficionados of the performing arts, The Straz Center offers a captivating venue for shows, screenings, and live concerts throughout the year. Originally established in 1987 as the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center and later rebranded in 2009, this beautiful complex is situated in downtown Tampa.

Location: 1010 N Macinnes Pl, Tampa, FL 33602

Operating Hours: Varies by show/screening

Embark on a Splashy Adventure at Adventure Island For a dose of fun in Tampa, look no further than Adventure Island—a conveniently located water park northeast of Tampa, Florida, just across the street from Busch Gardens Tampa Bay. This aquatic haven covers 30 acres and offers water rides, dining options, and various attractions. Many visitors opt for a full trip, combining the thrills of Busch Gardens and Adventure Island.

Location: 10001 McKinley Dr, Tampa, FL 33612

Tickets: $29.99 per person

Experience Thrills at Busch Gardens A must-visit for adrenaline enthusiasts in Tampa, Busch Gardens Tampa Bay is the largest zoo in the region, packed with exhilarating roller coasters and over 12,000 animals. This adventure park seamlessly blends high-caliber rides, adrenaline-pumping thrills, and family-friendly recreation. For a water-themed escapade, explore Busch Gardens' Adventure Island, Tampa's exclusive water park, spanning 30 acres of tropical excitement.

Location: 10165 McKinley Dr, Tampa, FL 33612

Tickets: $84.99 per person

Unwind on the Beautiful Beaches Just a short drive away, Tampa offers access to approximately 35 miles of pristine Gulf of Mexico waters and white sand beaches on the barrier islands of St. Petersburg and Clearwater. Renowned for their exceptional sand quality and environmental preservation, standouts include Fort DeSoto Park, Caladesi Island, and Clearwater Beach. With its undeveloped coastlines, this area imparts a sense of being on a remote island.

Discover the wealth of beaches: Tampa boasts around 35 miles of white sand coastline, providing ample opportunities for relaxation and seaside enjoyment.

Discover the Glazer Children's Museum For families with kids, a visit to the Glazer Children's Museum is a must during their time in Tampa. Boasting around 20 interactive exhibits catering to children of all ages, this family-friendly museum offers an engaging experience.

Location: 110 W Gasparilla Plaza, Tampa, FL 33602

Operating Hours: Tuesday - Sunday from 9:30 AM to 5 PM

Indulge in a Beer Tasting Experience Tampa's brewing legacy dates back to 1896 when the Florida Brewing Company established itself in Ybor City's downtown. While facing challenges due to restrictions and laws, the craft beer scene experienced a resurgence with the establishment of the Tampa Bay Brewing Company a century later.

Diverse Beer Scene: Tampa boasts a thriving brewing culture, with the Florida Brewing Company being a popular choice in Ybor City.

Best Time to Explore Tampa, Florida

Tampa is at its best between September and December, offering a pleasant escape from the oppressive heat and humidity. The breezy conditions of autumn still provide warmth and sunshine, and during these months, hotels often offer enticing deals to attract visitors.

While the peak season for major attractions is from May to August, the weather can be uncomfortably humid. January through April, despite being cooler, tends to be a more expensive period for booking trips.

Optimal Transportation in Tampa

For seamless exploration of Tampa, visitors often find it beneficial to rent a car, especially if planning excursions to Clearwater and St. Pete's beachfront or the artistic enclaves of Sarasota. However, for those intending to stay within downtown or utilize the Telo Line Streetcar, walking or riding may suffice.

Given the residential and widely dispersed nature of the Bay Area, car rental costs, while subject to fluctuations based on supply and peak season factors, are generally reasonable. Commute times may be slightly extended due to the unique driving patterns in the region.

Guide to Tampa's Distinct Neighborhoods

Tampa's allure extends beyond its main attractions, inviting visitors to explore its vibrant neighborhoods that pulse with unique charm.

Hyde Park: Crafted around the time of the first Hillsborough River bridge by railroad magnate Henry B. Plant and Cuban immigrants establishing Ybor City, Hyde Park is a charming area exuding heritage and retro glamour. Nestled by the sea, with leafy tree canopies and early 20th-century brick lanes, Hyde Park features upscale Hyde Park Village, a walkable hub for dining and shopping. To the east, Bayshore Boulevard offers a waterfront promenade for biking and strolling.

Channelside District: Packed with tourist delights, the Channelside District hosts Sparkman Wharf—a riverfront entertainment venue offering microbrews, musical performances, and diverse dining options. The Florida Aquarium, home to over 8,000 species, adds to the district's allure with captivating exhibits on conservation initiatives, coral reefs, and marine life. Dolphin trips and hands-on experiences, like the No Bone Zone habitat, enhance the Channelside District's appeal.

Downtown: A blend of historical and contemporary cultural attractions defines downtown Tampa. Renowned sites such as the Florida Museum of Photographic Arts, the Tampa Museum of Art, and the Glazer Children's Museum cater to art enthusiasts and families alike. The David A. Straz, Jr. Center for the Performing Arts hosts Broadway musicals, opera-ballet performances, and musical events. Corey Hixon Waterfront Park hosts year-round outdoor events, while the Tampa Riverwalk offers a scenic stroll along the Hillsborough River, lined with diverse eateries and bars.

Dining Recommendations in Tampa

The culinary scene in Tampa Bay mirrors its diverse culture, offering indulgent beverages at beachfront bistros and taverns. Visitors can savor iconic Tampa dishes, choosing from an array of options, including haute cuisine, farm-to-table eateries, and delightful seafood and traditional Spanish meals.

Top Breakfast Spots: Samaria Cafe, Nicki's Omelette & Grill, Oxford Exchange Lunch Favorites: Oystercatchers, Ulele, Al's Finger Licking Good Bar-B-Que Dinner Hotspots: Vino E Pasta, On Swann, Wright's Gourmet House Best Bars: M. Bird, Fly Bar, The Orpheum, Bad Monkey

Where To Stay In Tampa, Florida

Tampa Bay offers a diverse range of lodging options, catering to both luxury seekers and those on business or leisure trips. Entertainment abounds, making Tampa an ideal destination for various needs.

Luxury Hotels

The Tampa Edition

Cost: Starting at $709 per night

Address: 500 Channelside Dr., Tampa, 33602

Amenities: Fitness Center, Outdoor Swimming Pool, Garden

Floridan Palace Hotel

Cost: Starting at $299 per night

Address: 905 North Florida Avenue, Tampa, FL 33602

Amenities: Fitness Center, Restaurant

Mid-Tier Hotels

Hyatt Place Downtown Tampa

Cost: Starting at $349 per night

Address: 325 N Florida Avenue, Tampa, 33602

Amenities: Fitness Center, Outdoor Swimming Pool, Restaurant

Hotel South Tampa & Suites

Cost: Starting at $199 per night

Address: 3314 South Dale Mabry, Tampa, FL 33629

Amenities: Swimming Pool, Fitness Center

Budget Hotels

Hilton Garden Inn Tampa East

Cost: Starting at $166 per night

Address: 10309 Highland Manor Drive, Tampa, FL 33610

Amenities: Restaurant, Swimming Pool

Sleep Inn & Suites Tampa South

Cost: Starting at $179 per night

Address: 6231 S Dale Mabry Highway, Tampa, 33611

Amenities: Spa and Wellness Center, Fitness Center

Visiting Tampa: Helpful Tips

Sunpass Convenience: Consider obtaining a Sunpass, a prepaid digital permit for hassle-free highway travel to various destinations.

CityPASS Savings: Opt for the Tampa Bay CityPASS, providing discounted access to the city's premier attractions. Priced at $97 for children and $107 for adults, it offers substantial savings.

Freshwater Caution: Exercise caution when encountering freshwater, especially outside designated swimming springs. Florida's waters are home to over a million alligators, emphasizing the need for vigilance.

A Day Well Spent in Tampa

For those with just 24 hours, Tampa offers a condensed yet fulfilling experience. Explore Downtown Tampa starting with the Glazer Children's and art museums. Next, embark on an adventurous journey at Busch Gardens.

As the evening unfolds, consider a visit to one of the local breweries. Hyde Park beckons with its excellent dining and shopping options, while the Channelside District provides a vibrant backdrop for live performances.

Engage in Unique Activities

Even if water sports aren't your forte, Tampa's outdoor adventures offer compelling reasons to visit. The region boasts a diverse array of outdoor activities to suit various interests.

FAQ

Q: What is Tampa known for? Tampa is renowned for attractions such as the Florida Aquarium, the exhilarating Busch Gardens, the vibrant Ybor City, and being the birthplace of the Cuban sandwich. Additionally, the city is celebrated for its lush gardens, cigar manufacturing heritage, modern museums, fine dining establishments, and picturesque sidewalks.

Q: Is Tampa better than Orlando? Tampa is preferred by beach enthusiasts due to its proximity to the coast and the surrounding Tampa Bay. Orlando, another city in Central Florida, is favored by those who are fans of Universal and Disney attractions.

Q: Is Tampa Riverwalk worth visiting? Absolutely! Tampa Riverwalk is a must-visit attraction, offering a scenic stroll along the Garrison Channel and Hillsborough River. With water-based activities, beachfront restaurants, museums, and year-round festivals, it provides an enriching and enjoyable experience.

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