#guardy is out on a mission

[favesgrave]

Alone is your prompt

It was a quiet night. All of them were quiet nights, actually. There wasn’t any Deception chatter he could pick up, none that really mattered at least. He… well, he wasn’t disappointed, but he wasn’t thrilled either. It just meant he had nothing to do but drive. Because that was what a car did. They drove and drove until the human that piloted it stepped out. He didn’t have a human, so he would just drive and find remote places to power down when he needed to.

It was repetitive. It was dull. But it was what his mission required. He couldn’t just reject his orders.

Sometimes Blurr would observe the other Autobots that were on Earth, along with that human girl. Sari was what she called herself. They were supposed to be just a maintenance crew, but he knew they were more than that. Not just a team, but... a family.

He'd wonder what that was like, then brush it aside because he worked better on his own than part of a unit. He was capable of making life or death decisions in half a second, something he was always praised for. Others tended to slow him down.

Solo was always how he rolled. Alone was usually less complicated.

Did it bother him? No, of course it didn't! Most, if not all, his missions were like this. He had grown used to it. Though, he supposed that being upset by it and having to live with it were two different things...

Blurr sat motionless in his alt-mode for a long time, thinking it over. Was he happy? Was he okay with being on his own all the time? He liked efficiency, he liked doing things his way... but he also liked the moments he was allowed to breathe back on Cybertron, enjoying a conversation with Wheelie and Dug Base.

Was he happy being alone?

He slammed himself into reverse, tires squealing against the pavement. He'd had more than enough of... all this. He didn't want to think about it at all. So, he drove.

And he kept on driving so his thoughts couldn't catch up.

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"Hey, Blurr? Hello? Earth to Blurr!"

Blurr's head snapped upwards to find Miko peering over the railing at him. "Sorry, what is it? Do you need something, because I think it'd be more fitting for you to ask Bulkhead since he is technically your guardi-"

"Video game tournament, dude! You in?" She waved a controller down at him, grinning.

"I would, but I don't even know how to play, so maybe-"

"Pfft, no biggie," she said. "Just watch and learn, then you'll get the gist of it. Unless you prefer hands-on experience. Cause if that's the case, then prepared to get crushed." Her grin suddenly turned into a devious one. She didn't even wait on him for an answer. Instead, she raced over to where the TV was set up, wedging herself in between Jack and Rafael on the couch. Their guardians and Smokescreen were there as well.

Well, if that was the case...

Blurr zipped on over, only to be met with an unfortunate problem. He was blocked by everyone else. "Uh, hello? I can't see! Even if I was standing in front of you all, there's still no possible way I could watch or play without seeing the screen, due to the fact that I'm not tall enough!" Him being short had been becoming increasingly obvious with his time here. Practically every other bot towered over him.

"Easy, little buddy, I've got ya'," Bulkhead chuckled. He scooped up the blue racer in his hand before settling him down on top his shoulder.

Oh.

This was a lot better.

Was this was it meant to be tall?

"Thank you, this is definitely an improvement from before."

"Anytime," Bulkhead said.

Here, he wasn't by himself. Here, he was beginning to understand what a family truly was. He wasn't ready to admit that out loud, but... he didn't hate it. In fact, he liked it. He really liked it.

He watched them all play a few rounds, then tried it out for himself. He got the hang of it quickly, his digits a flurry of motion as he pressed the buttons and moved the controls. Miko had called it cheating, and Jack put in his own two cents of her just being a sore loser.

Either way, Blurr didn't care. He was having fun, and he didn't think he ever wanted to truly be on his own ever again.

#a rare domestic moment! when will it be ruined? #yeah there's some angst at the beginning but i sprinkled in fluff at the end... so it balances out #right? #lostinthelightsofcybertron #tfa blurr in tfp #blurr #tfa x tfp #tfp #tfa #transformers #transformers prime #transformers animated

[otomes-and-tears]

Hello, I hope you're having a good day! I was wondering if it might be possible to ask for a one shot of Ezarel receiving news about Erika/Guardienne's awakening (whether by HQ letter, or maybe smth overheard idk)? ; o ; I miss that blue boy so much aaaaaa

♦  Ezarel finding out that the Guardian is awake  ♦

► tags/warnings: past character death

► words: 467

► a/n: Nevra and Ezarel are pen pals. I don’t care what canon says, I will stand by this. If you want to read Ezarel’s return to Eel and his reunion with Guardy, click here!

► Masterlist

Ezarel always looked forward to Nevra’s letters.

Not like he’d ever let that smug bastard know, his ego was already too inflated for his own good, but it was still nice to hear from his old friend.

Nevra’s letters were lengthy— usually several pages long and detailed the shenanigans that the ones that stayed behind were going through. Life in the HQ was quieter than it was before, but still busy, so he could forgive his friend for not writing too often.

That’s why when Twylda came running to him on one afternoon, with a letter in hand from the HQ he got worried.

“You received one less than a month ago, didn’t you?”

He looked at the papers in his desk. The reply he was still writing.

Ezarel held the new letter with a worried glance.

“Do you think... That something happened to him?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” She says “I’ll give you privacy but... Please call me if you need something.”

He nodded. They didn’t really get along well at first, but with time he started really appreciating Twylda’s company. She was sweet and motherly, and seemed to know just what to say to make him feel better.

With a sigh he grabbed his letter opener and reached for the contents inside. It was only one page long and written hastily, which was unusual for the vampire.

His eyes skimmed through the text, and his heart almost stopped beating in this chest when he processed the words written in front of him.

They were alive.

The guardian was alive.

They woke up in front of the Crystal almost two weeks ago now.

They are awake and okay and they asked about him.

Ezarel’s first thought was “this must be a joke”. But this was clearly Nevra’s handwriting, even if it was messy and lacked its usual flair, and the letter was closed off with his seal. Nevra has a weird sense of humour but he wouldn’t joke about something like this, and everything pointed to the fact that he found out about it and immediately ran to write to him about it, as he promised he would.

Ezarel’s hands were shaking. He was embarrassed to admit that he wanted to cry, and was glad to be alone for now.

He didn’t know what to do.

Should he write back and ask for more information? Should he just march over there and see it with his own eyes?

His eyes scanned over the letter one last time, and he watched the contents of the letter he was still writing on his desk.

No. He had to be there.

With a surge of decisiveness, the elf got up to look for his bags.

He just hoped the guardian would still be okay by the time he got there.

#he knows his human #they have a tendency to be put in moral peril #he just needs to know if they are okay #that’s what he tells himself. in his mind he’s 100% over them #but he cares about them as a friend so he wants to be there #a lot has changed and he wants to make sure they have a familiar face there to tease them #he packs his bags as quickly as he can and he starts travelling back first thing in the morning #when he gets there #like two weeks later #Nevra is the first person that he sees #guardy is out on a mission #absolutely no one is surprised to see him there #they all knew that he would visit as soon as word got to him #his reunion with guardy starts with a an awful joke and ends with lots of tears #I don’t know if he would go back home afterwards. they might not get back together immediately but I don’t think he’d want to let them go #not after losing them once #oh btw since Twylda Marie-Anne and him left at the same time I’m just assuming that they live together #twylda is more like a mom to his than his actual mother don’t @ me #Eldarya #Ezarel eldarya

[justaboringgril]

This took WAY too long.

Prompt: 'Narancia and Trish slow dance.'

"Narancia, you will be staying with Trish, blend in with the crowd as much as possible, and keep Trish safe." Narancia was adjusting his tie and nodded. "I know, Fugo, that's easy. I just have to act normal and keep Trish safe, it's only for 15 minutes or something."

Pannacotta walked up to Bruno, discussing something with him. Then they stopped and looked at the entrance. "Let's go." Narancia hurriedly followed them while on his guard, looking around carefully. They stood in front of the door, it was white wood carved into swirls, it reminded Narancia of Trish's hair. The doorknob was elegant too, and Bruno grabbed it carefully, pulling it down and pushing back. The room was filled with almost all members of Passione, all there for the new mafia boss named Giorno Giovanna. Giorno was somewhere upstairs in the villa, waiting for Bruno and the rest.

As soon as they stepped inside, they were greeted by Formaggio. "Ah, it's Squadra Guardie del Corpo." Formaggio shook Bruno's hand with a sly expression. "I can see that you all are dressed for the occasion, come in." They followed Formaggio to the rest of La Squadra Esecuzioni. Everyone was there drinking either red or white wine, except for Pesci, he was nowhere to be seen. Leone made a quick mental note and whispered it to Narancia in code. Pannacotta spent extra time to help learn Narancia the code that they were gonna be using, and it paid off.

Narancia was silently looking around, barely turning his head. He hesitated if he should send out Aerosmith, as that would cause a ruckus. Instead, he tugged at Pannacotta's sleeve, asking him what to do. "Try to sense a clean soul, someone who's never killed someone before. Don't use Aerosmith, almost everyone in this room is a stand user." Pannacotta whispered in code, his lips barely moving. Narancia nodded and started focusing. Bruno helped train Narancia to sense others even without Aerosmith out. Obviously, it wasn't as good as Aerosmith, but it was good enough for now. But the room was packed, and it was hard to concentrate when there are people slow dancing and talking around you. Then, he felt something, he felt an innocent soul. He tried to look around as silent as he could, then, he met eyes with the clean soul. But it was Trish, she stood there waiting, tapping her foot.

"What?" Trish looked gorgeous in that white dress. It was a cute dress at a medium length, and it had a few gems sparkled over. "Nothing." He turned his head back at Pannacotta, who noticed a slight redness on Narancia's cheeks. "Can't find him." Pannacotta clicks his tongue in annoyance. They only had to wait a few seconds before Bruno started walking with La Squadra up the grand stairs. The rest followed, except for Trish and Narancia. Trish had to be guarded so she stayed there, it was the safest thing they could think of. Trish tried to persuade Bruno, saying that she had Spice Girl and that she could go along, but Bruno refused. "I don't think you are weak, Trish, but this mission is quite gruesome." That is what Bruno told her. Yeah right, maybe he doesn't think she's weak physically, but he definitely thinks that she's weak mentally. That just pissed her off.

"Let's go, Trish," Narancia said to her. "Fine." She said in an annoyed tone and followed him into the crowd. Many were slow dancing with each other, including Squalo and Tiziano. "What now?" Trish looked away from Narancia. "We have to blend in, Narancia." Narancia scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to do. Trish couldn't stand the awkwardness and she just put her arms around his neck. Narancia's muscles tensed up a bit, before eventually relaxing. He put his own hands on her shoulders, feeling too shy to put it on her waist. Now they were awkwardly standing there, kind of embracing each other, not moving a tiny bit.

"What now?" Trish looked back at Narancia who asked the question. "Follow my lead." They started slowly taking a few steps and turning, it matched the beat. Narancia's heart was pounding, but he knew he had to stay calm to concentrate on finding Pesci and protecting Trish. He deeply inhaled and exhaled, feeling a lot better already. Then Trish loosened the grip on his shoulders until her arms slid off. Narancia was relieved, yet disappointed. Then, she grabbed Narancia's hands and put them on her waist. She put her arms back around his neck and started humming to the beat of the music. Narancia tried to calm down again but it didn't work this time.

"I'm almost as tall as you," Trish said. Narancia looked at the top of her head, and it was almost at the same height as his. "Huh?!" Trish chuckled. Narancia was so confused, he didn't remember Trish to be this tall yesterday. Then he realized, and looked down; she was wearing heels. "That's not fair, you're wearing heels." Narancia pouted, which made Trish smile wider. Her face was a light shade of red, it made Narancia chuckle with her. While looking at her face, he noticed something else.

"You have freckles?" It was barely visible, especially with all that make-up on, but for some reason, Narancia noticed it. Trish immediately looked embarrassed. "Don't say that out loud, it's embarrassing!" She shushed his mouth. "Why? It looks cute." Trish became flustered and she looked away. "It... reminds me of my father. Every time I look in the mirror, I don't see myself, I see my father. Even mum thinks so, she said that I look more like him at every one of my birthdays, it sickens me." She was still looking away, but her face was more disgusted and angrier. "Umm, what if- if, uh, instead of thinking about Diavolo, when looking at your freckles, you think of... something else?" Narancia didn't know what he just said, but it sure was stupid if Trish looked at him like that. "Do you, have a pen? Or something else I could draw with?" Trish was hesitant for a moment but then decided to search for something in her purse with one hand. Eventually, she pulled out an eyeliner pen and gave it to him. Narancia started drawing dots on his face. "What are you doing?!" She grabbed his hand holding it in place. "I'm drawing freckles on my face, so whenever you look in the mirror, you don't have to think about your father anymore, but about me." Trish's face got bright red. She tried to say something, anything, but nothing escaped her mouth. Instead, she grabbed the eyeliner pen back and put it in her purse again.

When she was done, she noticed that they made quite a scene, and people were staring at them. "We're making a scene." She whispered to Narancia and she put her arms around his neck again. Narancia hesitantly put his hands on her waist. They started slow dancing again, but the eyes of the crowd didn't fade. Narancia's painted freckles were so hilarious, that she could barely keep a straight face. In the end, she decided to not, and she smiled. Narancia turned his face away, which made her feel kind of self-conscious and offended. Truth be told, Narancia just looked away to prevent his face from getting redder than it already was.

A few minutes had passed and neither of them really said a word, they were dancing in silence waiting for the crowd's eyes to turn, and they slowly were. Trish looked at Narancia who was looking at the floor. He seemed very focused, and he barely blinked. Trish moved her arm a bit and felt some hair brush against her hand. It was way softer than she thought it would be. She started feeling his hair more, it was so mesmerizing. Eventually, Narancia also noticed and he looked up, back at her. "Your hair is as long as mine, I think." Narancia's face got red and he tried his best not to look away. Trish started feeling the back of his head now too, making circles with her fingers. The music smoothly transitioned into something way more Trish's style, and Narancia also seemed to be enjoying it. Trish started humming to it, she loved the way the music was composed. It was still classical, but it felt so warm and soft. Trish looked back at Narancia; his eyes were closed as he was closely listening to her humming. Trish felt so comfortable around him, and something more, something close. His eyelashes folded together when his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, and his beautiful olive skin. Trish leaned in a bit closer, their chests almost touching. Then, she kissed him.

His lips were rough and dry, but she didn't care, because she just kissed Narancia. Narancia was taken aback, and he almost pulled away but decided against it, he was going to take the chance he was going to get. He kissed back, Trish's lips were so soft, that you could make a blanket out of it and only use that for a good night's rest. Trish's lipstick smeared all over Narancia's lips, but he didn't care, all they wanted to do was just stay like this forever.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, Narancia felt bodies hitting the ground. He pulled away from the kiss to look at the floor; everyone had aged rapidly and they were too weak to stand, except for Narancia and Trish. This was probably Prosciutto's work, luckily, they had drunk a lot of cold drinks and they had spare ice in Narancia's suit. They looked up, everyone was walking down the grand staircase, including Pesci and Giorno. There was also someone else, and they had also heavily aged. When Narancia noticed Guido's stare, he quickly let go of Trish with a bright red face. Trish also let go and she put her hands behind her back, looking at the ground.

"Trish, Narancia! How did it go?" Guido yelled with a big grin on his face. He knew damn well but acted like he didn't, just so he could hear Naracia's and Trish's poorly crafted excuses. "Very nice lipstick you got, and I never knew that you had freckles!" Trish's and Narancia's faces were bright red. Narancia tried his best to wipe the lipstick off with the back of his hand but failed miserably.

"Mista." Guido turned to Giorno, who had put his hand on Guido's shoulder. Giorno had gotten a lot taller now, almost as tall as Guido. He had also gotten a lot more muscular, Giorno said it had something to do with his father, even though he never met him personally. "Narancia, Trish, we can go now." They followed Bruno outside. Trish was shivering, and she was desperately trying for Narancia to notice. But Narancia was too dense to notice, so she pulled at his sleeve. "It's cold." Narancia looked confused. "It's not really cold for me, I have a suit on." Trish couldn't believe that he just said that, either he was trying to be rude, or he was just too dense. Trish hoped it wasn't the former, she really hoped she didn't make him uncomfortable with that kiss. Narancia eventually caught on and he gave her his suit jacket. He had a waistcoat on, and the sight of it combined with Narancia made Trish warm. "Thank you..." She said softly with a smile. 

#jjba #narancia ghirga #narancia x trish #naranciaxtrish #naratrish #trish una #trishxnarancia #naratrish is underrated #fanfic jjba #bruno bucciarati #guido mista #part 5 jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #pannacotta fugo #pesci #giorno giovanna

[mrsgiovanna]

Enraptured

This was quite a specific ask, the reader in this story is a female of African descent.

My sweet nonnie mouse, I'm hoping this is what you were looking for, I took a lot of creative liberties here so I apologize in advance😅💭💜🐞

Word count: 1005

The sunshine had never felt as good, the organic light drawing out the beautiful golden, brown glow of your skin. You needed to meet the team at the base before tackling your assigned missions for the day, so you hurried to make sure you wouldn’t be late. On your arrival, you were greeted by a noisy atmosphere, which meant that Bucciarati and Giorno hadn’t arrived as yet.

“Good morning guys, are you all okay?” you say as you set down your purse and put on the coffee machine.

“Hey (y/n), come settle an argument for us, who’s the better dancer? Me or Mista?” called out Narancia, eager to get your opinion.

“Please, you know it’s me, (y/n), let Narancia down gently and tell him okay?”

You sighed loudly with a dramatic eye-roll… every so often you’d get roped into their silly arguments, most of the time you tried to diffuse the situation, but occasionally you would want to set another cat amongst the pigeons. “I don’t know how to say this guys, but if I’m using the boat ride to Capri as a reference, I’m afraid Fugo has you both beaten,”

“What? Do we need to ask Giorno to heal your eyes?” argued Narancia. You just smiled sweetly and shrugged it off.

From the corner of your eye you see Fugo smirking in the far corner of the room, sitting opposite Abbacchio who was listening to his music and reading, blissfully unaware of ramblings of the rest of the group.

Mista came around to you and slung an arm around your shoulder, “you could always teach us those dances you do when you think nobody else is looking, then you can judge.”

“Fine, fine, but we need some music with a different flavor, these hips have a mind of their own you know,”

“What’s this about a dance tutorial?” asked a soft voice, you turned around to meet Giorno’s serene gaze as he walked in with Bruno. As a wave of shyness hit you, you gently shook off Mista’s arm and coyly greeted the Don and his underboss.

“Sorry for keeping everyone waiting, shall we begin now that we’re all here? Suggested Bruno, eager to get the day started. With that, everyone settled down in their respective places. ‘Typical Bruno’ you thought, as he was still able to put everyone in order with just one line, it’s no wonder Giorno chose him as his right hand when he had taken over Passione after that crazy week a few years ago.

You were one of the first people to be recruited by Bruno for the Squadra Guardie del corpo, with Fugo already being a member when you were brought in. You were a natural born stand user born to parents who were African immigrants that had settled in Italy. For much of your early life, you had lived a quiet and content, albeit isolated existence, until fate had dealt you a particularly unfair hand, forcing you join Passione in your early teenage years. Because you already had a stand ability, you had aced Polpo’s initiation test without having the flame of the accursed lighter go out. You had integrated seamlessly into Bruno’s unit, forming warm attachments with just about everyone. It was not difficult for you, your naturally warm and caring personality had made short work of winning people over, and your easygoing nature had instantly put everyone who was around you at ease. You had shared a special relationship with each of the members of your squad, from bonding with Narancia over music and dance, to training with Mista, and assisting Fugo with Narancia’s education as he attempted to tutor you both. Just as all light produces shadows, however, your light, airy personality also held a fighting spirit that protected all that you held dear.

It was obvious that you had cared for everyone deeply, but you and Giorno had formed the strongest bond, connecting over your shared experiences of being both stand users from birth, and descendants of foreign nationals. You admired his unshakable resolve and how he was able to achieve so much despite his difficult beginnings, and Giorno loved how your kind, selfless personality held as much strength as it did, a perfect balance of gentleness and savagery, with the wisdom know which one to employ and when.

Once everyone had had their say, you all went off in your separate directions to complete your tasks for the day. When you had arrived at the base, you all decided that instead of going to Libeccio for dinner as it was usually done, you would all go to a trendy new African gastro pub that you had suggested instead. Food and drinks were ordered and everyone was excitedly absorbing the eclectic vibe of place.

“This place is amazing, (y/n), thanks for the suggestion, I love it here!” beamed Mista.

“I’m glad you like it, everyone, I hope you enjoy.” You had to admit, it warmed your heart to see your closest allies being able to wind down and enjoy themselves, they definitely deserved it.

“Say, (y/n), isn’t this the song you’re always dancing to? Come on, you’ve gotta show me, we’re going,” with that Narancia whisked you off to the dance floor with Mista following closely behind. It had been an eternity since you were able enjoy yourself without any inhibitions and it showed in the sensual sway of your hips and the ethereal expression on your face, which had everyone around you floored, attracting the attention of Bruno, Fugo and even Abbacchio who watched you from the table.

Giorno observed you with fervor, enthralled by your otherworldly beauty. The muted lighting brought out the honeyed flecks in your eyes and your body moved like water, not missing a single beat of the song that was playing. All to soon was the song over, but the feelings that had enraptured the young Don had persisted. With a mischievous glint in his eye and a confident smirk, he knew what he needed to do…

#giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #ask response #nonnie asks #don giorno #don giovanna #giorno giovanna #bucci gang #jjba #jjba fanfic #poc reader

[maybeweexisttobleed]

04/11/2029

Le sirene spiegate delle Patrol del Philadelphia Police Department invasero la zona industriale dove sorgeva una delle sedi della Onirica. La Polizia aveva impugnato un mandato di perquisizione ottenuto per mettere i sigilli sia agli uffici che ai laboratori di quella pericolosa Corporazione. Avevano una finestra di tempo piuttosto breve per agire, l'esperimento della Onirica doveva essere avviato ma allo stesso tempo fermato per tempo, secondo le istruzioni che avevano ottenuto grazie a un ex dipendente. Era nato tutto da un'operazione di polizia piuttosto lunga, in campo era stata creata una Task Force e impiegati un discreto numero di occultisti. Per farlo, avrebbero dovuto raggiungere la sala di controllo agendo sul pannello di comando come da istruzioni dell'ex ingegnere, quel signore che Alexandra Lemansky e i suoi colleghi ritrovarono chiuso in un vecchio armadio in un'azienda dismessa, proprio lì dove lei e il Sergente Hunt rischiarono salvarono Mike Noonan e Jonathan Donner dai loro incubi a occhi aperti.

La sicurezza della Onirica, quella sera, era piuttosto massiccia, tra di loro vi erano anche dei mercenari ma questo non spaventò il Capitano Flamel. Dapprima volarono parole di fuoco, poi a parlare furono i proiettili scaricati dai mitragliatori dei due uomini al gabbiotto all'ingresso. La S.W.A.T. sfondò la barriera d'accesso e frenò bruscamente nello spiazzo antistante all'ingresso vero e proprio della struttura principale della Corporazione. Alexandra fece in tempo a impugnare il proprio arco e a scoccare una freccia, prima che Lenoir Flamel la portasse via attraverso l'uso della sua magia, creando un Gate che per una frazione di secondo le portò a osservare una figura spettrale, che sembrava provenire dalle fiamme dell'inferno. Si ritrovarono pochi metri più avanti, in cima alle scale e riuscirono a guadagnarsi l'entrata combattendo contro due guardie armate. Là fuori fu uno scontro senza esclusioni di colpi, ma l'orologio non aveva pietà, avevano una missione: trovare la sala di controllo.

Combatterono contro il tempo e altri mercenari, lo fecero in un breve black-out che le colse sulle scale mobili. Lenoir proteggeva se stessa e Alexandra con l'uso della sua barriera e poi scagliava la sua magia offensiva contro chiunque cercasse di rallentare la loro corsa. Raggiunsero la sala di controllo quando ormai non vi era più elettricità, lungo il corridoio videro l'orrore del Re Cremisi e della sua dimensione Onirica, come un incubo che prevaricava sulla realtà. Alexandra si face avanti freccia dopo freccia, finché non si ritrovarono faccia a faccia con due maschere dei Night Soldiers. La sala di controllo era come un acquario diviso in due, videro le due donne mascherate al di là di una parente di spesso vetro antiproiettile e tutte loro dovettero vedersela con i membri della Onirica.

Il tasto non era uno, ma due. Dovevano premerli contemporaneamente e dall'altra parte del vetro c'erano dei criminali da arrestare.

E cosa scegliere tra un mondo collassato su se stesso, divorato della dimensione degli incubi o il compromesso di una notte che permette di vedere l'alba di un nuovo giorno?

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#ppd #ns

[neroesecuzioni]

watching your devil side

one.

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The sun blazed through the large airport windows and the soft, hazy morning mist descended upon Naples. You hadn’t been in the since your last photo shoot for some jewellery line two years ago but you heard news about an old friend while preparing a home base for your art exploits in Europe.

The little kid you once saved from a beating after a pick-pocketing incident in Naples when he was ten and still had black hair was now the Don of the Passione and blond if your sources were right. You had meant to visit him two years ago but he was a hard kid to track down and meet within a time span of three days. However, now, you had all the time in the world with your current job as an artist and you were going to buy him an espresso like you promised all those years ago.

You tapped the screen of your phone and hummed.

I didn’t know you turned blond, you sent a text message and signed it with your typical Devil Yin attached to let him know it was you.

Your luggage trembled as you traversed through the bustling airport, looking for a sign with your name on it. The private driver you hired had given you explicit instructions. 

A tall man with silvery hair and in his fifties stood among the small crowds waiting for other passengers but held a small sign with your name written boldly in black. You shot him a friendly smile and waved. He bowed his head and tucked away the sign, gesturing for you to follow him.

“Hello, sir. You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

“Not at all, young miss,” he answered as he led you to a black car, “please, hand me your luggage. I trust your flight went well?”

“As well as any fourteen hour flight can go,” you replied wryly.

He opened the door for you and you slipped into the backseat, crossing your legs. The silky fabric of your pants pressed into your skin and you itched to get out of them to let your body breath after the stale plane air.

“Still the villa in Napoli, miss?”

“Yes, take your time. I still need to decompress from the trip and car rides are perfect for that.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out.

How did you know that?

You smiled and typed out quickly. I just do. Remember that espresso I promised you six years ago? You’re old enough to drink one now, don’t you think?

I accept your offer. Where are you staying? I’ll send a car over.

You texted him the address to your villa and told him to meet you at lunch. That would give you enough time to decompress, get ready, and unpack half of your things. You were staying in Italy for a while, after all.

///

A black sedan with a polite but distant driver picked you up thirty minutes before noon and deposited you in front of a little cafe tucked in between a bakery and a bookstore. You walked in, the sharp but comforting scent of espresso wafted and curled around you.

A blond head of dramatic curls peeked out from a booth along with a shock of black-blue hair. 

“I, Giorno Giovanna, will be a Gangstar!” The kid proclaimed.

That looked enough like a dramatic Gangstar to you.

“Giorno Giovanna?” you asked.

The boy turned around and sharp turquoise eyes landed on you. “It’s really you, Yin.”

“The one and only.” Your gaze slid to the man sitting beside him and you blinked. “Bruno Buccellati?”

“Devil Yin,” he greeted, a welcoming smile on his face. “It’s been a while.”

“...well, it seems like I’m caught as a disadvantage,” you said, “may I sit?”

“Yes, of course.” Giorno waved his hand. “Actually, you decided to visit at a good time.”

You sat down across from them and scrutinised the two. They were well put together with expensive suits, styled hair, and gleaming jewellery. “I’ve heard. Don of the Passione at sixteen is quite a feat. You really did become a Gangstar. Congratulations.”

Giorno smiled. “Thank you, but that’s not why your visit is...fortunate.”

“I assume the reason is why you’re here as well, signore Buccellati,” you said, guarded.

Buccellati smiled. “Perhaps Bruno would be best, signorina Yin.”

That wasn’t actually your name but you didn’t comment further, scanning the cafe. A red-patterned hat caught your eye, peeking out from another booth, and another booth with a familiar looking man with long silver hair caught your eye.

The presence of the Capo of Squadra Guardie del corpo along with his team was either a very good thing or a very bad thing and you sure hoped it was the former. You did not want to get shot at when you were trying to buy an espresso for a brat you met six years ago. You didn’t even know if this was a good idea considering the pendulum could swing any way and you wouldn’t know it.

“Hello!” A waitress swanned in, smiling prettily. “Is there anything I can get for you today?”

“A caffè lungo,” you said, staring at the two men across from you.

Giorno smiled charmingly at the waitress. “The same as her.”

“A caffè macchiato,” Bruno said.

You narrowed your eyes at them when the waitress disappeared with your orders.

“Now, why is Leone Abbacchio, signore Buccellati’s right hand man, and some strange teenager with a stand also in this cafe?” You leaned back. “I guess this isn’t the casual meeting I proposed?”

Giorno and Bruno exchanged glances and a smile cracked the blond’s facade.

“Still as perceptive as ever,” he said.

“And that’s not an answer.”

Bruno leaned forward, hands brace on the table. “We have a proposal for you, signorina Yin.”

“Listen, I’m just here to buy Giorno the espresso I promised he could have when he turned sixteen the last time we met. Not for any business with the Passione.”

He smiled, amused and infinitely a softer charm compared to the teenager beside him. 

“Come work for me in the Passione as an assassin,” Giorno said lowly. Calm, steady, and self-assured, and the turquoise eyes intense as he stared at you.

You looked at the waitress reappearing with your drinks, waiting for her to set them down and leave their presence once more. She probably knew they were the mafia with how quickly she scurried away.

“No,” you said and pushed Giorno’s drink at him while sliding the macchiato towards Bruno. The man accepted it graciously but your gaze didn’t leave Giorno’s unchanging expression. 

“No?” he asked calmly. 

“I quit the business, Giorno.” You shook your head and slid your phone across the table towards him with one of your galleries from Seattle, Washington. “I’m a painter and model now with a lot of money in stocks. I can’t go around assassinating people without drawing attention to myself. I put that life behind me for a reason.”

"We need someone of your calibre especially after the power change," he insisted. "Our assassination team lost two members before the change in power. They need a new but experienced hand and with your skills, their repertoire would expand. The amount of missions would increase for them."

You tilted your head. “...I’ll give you twenty minutes to give me the full story and another five to convince me.”

He smirked.

///

You cradled your empty cup, staring into the ceramic.

“That’s a ride,” you finally said. “A very, very long ride with too many lane changes and things going downhill but I don’t see what this has to do with you wanting me to become an assassin.”

“La Squadra Esecuzoni were being underutilised by Diavolo and we don’t want them to feel the same as they had beneath him,” Bruno explained.

“You’re afraid they’ll rebel.” You set down the cup. “And that’s not something you can afford right now. Aren’t they satisfied with the territory you’ve given them?”

“No,” Giorno said, leaning forward on folded hands. “They want more after helping us overthrow Diavolo.”

“I won’t become an assassin again,” you said.

Giorno’s expression furrowed and Bruno’s shoulders tensed, ever so slightly, but they wouldn’t force you to bend to their will. They were too nice for that.

“But... I think there’s a way I can help you.”

“Without becoming an assassin?” Bruno asked.

"I have a job in mind for them. How do they feel about being bodyguards?" You set your hands on the table between you. “I might need some while I’m here.”

“Bodyguards?” Giorno blinked.

“Did you know I was held hostage a few months ago by some pirates in the Indian Ocean? None of my friends answered my texts for two weeks. It really hurt my feelings.”

The two men in front of you exchanged looks.

///

It was rare for Risotto to call a team meeting nowadays. The last time had been hunting down Diavolo with Buccellati's squad but he was dead and Giorno hadn’t done anything yet.

Risotto sat at the head of their conference table in their new headquarters.

"The Boss has a new mission for us,” he announced. Red eyes surveyed their reactions. “As bodyguards to an important client.”

"What the fuck?" Ghiaccio said. "We're fucking assassins and he's sending us as bodyguards? Who the fuck does he think he is? Is he downgrading us?"

“Buccellati’s squad can’t handle it?” Prosciutto raised an eyebrow.

"We have no choice but to accept." Risotto slid a document into the centre of the table. “It’s a long term contract. Two of us at all times. Cash salary.”

“Di molto,” Melone breathed, eyes wide. “That’s a lot of money.”

“Holy shit.” Formaggio leaned forward to look closer at the papers. “Who the fuck are we protecting? A princess?”

“Is that a clause for vacation pay?” Illuso asked, incredulous. “They’re offering hitmen vacation pay?”

Prosciutto ran his fingers over the numbers, brows furrowed. “How did Giovanna secure something like this?”

Pesci’s eyes flickered between the other members then his black eyes landing on his mentor and asked nervously, “This is good... right, bro?”

Prosciutto didn’t answer, deep in thought as he leafed through the papers.

“Why the fuck is he giving us this mission instead of Buccellati’s squad? They’re meant for guarding. What’s Giovanna planning?” Ghiaccio scowled, arms crossed. “He would not give us something like this without leverage.”

“Giovanna said the client specifically requested us.” Risotto’s deep voice interrupted him before he could fall into a rant.

Ghiaccio adjusted his red glasses and smoothed his blue curls.

“Giorno said the client wants us to meet them at Passione headquarters.” Risotto folded his hands over the table, the black sclera of his eyes emphasised the red of his gaze. The resolve in his eyes silencing the rest of the members’ protests. “I will take Prosciutto and Illuso with me.”

“This is a hard offer to turn down,” Melone said.

“Do you have to say something we already know?” Illuso sighed.

///

Summary: La Squadra Esecuzioni ends up helping Bruno’s squad defeat Diavolo and everyone lives but the journey hasn’t even begun. Giorno becomes Don of the Passione and revolutionises the mafia but La Squadra finds themselves underutilized despite the new territory they've been given. At least, until you, an old friend of Giorno’s, takes a trip back to Naples. What they never expect is that you're a whirlwind in disguise and they can't help but get caught in your restless winds.

This entire storyline takes place in the year 2020 and everyone is alive. I can’t write a story without modern day technology or memes. Yes, this is a shitty first chapter. It might get better from here on out but we’re trying to establish a snappy first base for the zero attention span squad (me, that squad is me.)

(ao3 link)

#watching your devil side #jjba #risotto nero x reader #prosciutto x reader #la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra #melone x reader #ghiaccio x reader #pesci x reader #illuso x reader #formaggio x reader #vento aureo

[tetrakys]

About Halloween Events

I noticed a certain tactical difference between the two events. MCL was pretty easy and cheap, Eldarya was complicated in regards of the illustrations and expensive to buy them if you missed them.

Eldarya:

Since I am a poor loser, I made a mistake the first day on 99% of the servers where I have an account and missed Nevra and Leiftan’s illustration (which was the only one I really cared about since they both look incredibly yummy), but then on one server were I answered completely randomly I got it. On another one, I failed to unlock Ez and Valk’s illustration and I had followed the same guide that had allowed me to unlock it everywhere else. On another I made a mistake in the last answer and was still able to unlock the illustration 🤔 Eldarya’s illustration system is getting more and more fucked up and I feel it’s always going to be crazy at each episode.

I liked the outfits and the illustrations, but I’m not going to buy the ones I missed and the bonus outfit. I’m not going to spend again real money on this game until they stop baiting me. On the other hand I’m getting lots of stuff on the map, even with the useless starter companions.

The event per se was nice, I liked the story even though in the end it felt really rushed and superficial, Cornelia is too beautiful and interesting to disappear forever (I would’ve gladly taken her back and left Miiko there). Something interesting is that in most missions you can tell Leiftan’s feelings for Guardy. Very little is shown of the other relationships, but there are tons of Leiftan’s moments, both if she is in a relationship with him, or someone else, or no one. Is this a hint that we’re finally moving towards his arc?

My Candy Love:

MCL’s event was very easy and funny and I guess the reason was mostly to get people interested in Moonlight Lovers. I don’t mind it, I enjoyed it, I’m always enjoying MCL’s events lately. The outfits were cute, I don’t care that they are cosplay, I like cosplay. All the bad endings were funny and like an idiot I jumped on my chair at the jump scare even though I knew very well it was coming in that exact moment. I guess this is confirmation that Aaron is a hybrid? 

When I watched a few scenes from the beta I got this idea that there is something else in the mansion, probably a ghost/poltergeist or some sort of entity who destroyed the garden. Alexy looked possessed, it could be that or maybe one of the vampires (or all) can hypnotise people? 

Anyway, it’s past midnight and already 31st October here, I am hoping with all my might that ML comes out today, but the message at the end of the event said that we could only pre-register so... we’ll see.

#my candy love #amour sucré #mcl halloween event #eldarya #eldarya halloween #moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers speculations

[bangtanitalianchannel]

[ARTICOLO] All'interno della BTS mania: un giorno nella vita delle superstar del K-pop

“Dietro le quinte della conquista dell'America da parte della più grande band pop coreana

Le urla cominciano poco oltre il ritiro bagagli, quando il primo caschetto di capelli viola-grigio spunta da sopra il muro di sicurezza separante il più grande gruppo pop coreano del mondo, nella storia, dai suoi fan. Tra l'isterismo stridulo, i sette uomini dai dolci volti dei BTS attraversano con falcate l'aeroporto internazionale di Los Angeles, fiancheggiati da treni umani di persone muscolose in maglie gialle con scritto "Event Staff". I ragazzi sorridono, salutano e, con l'efficienza della nobiltà inglese, scivolano oltre un centinaio di donne e ragazze in neri Escalader, il loro portale al cuore del mainstream americano.

È metà novembre e i BTS sono volati qui dalla Corea del Sud, alimentati dal fervore dei loro ammiratori, un gruppo diversificato che si fa chiamare ARMY (abbreviazione di "Adorable Representative MC for Youth") (N/B: Adorabili Rappresentanti Moderatori per la Gioventù). La band è qui per una sfilza di comparse televisive di alto profilo: dall'aeroporto vanno da James Corden; Jimmy Kimmel il giorno dopo; quindi incontreranno Ellen Degeneres, che paragonerà il loro arrivo negli USA a quello dei Beatles nel 1964. Ma i BTS sono in città principalmente per esibirsi nella loro hit "DNA" agli American Music Awards - una performance che li renderà l'argomento più in voga su Google e stabilirà un record da Guinness per l'impegno su Twitter.

Il leader del gruppo RM, 23enne e palesemente ambizioso, compara il turbinoso viaggio all'essere "come surfisti su una grande onda". Ma alle 9 del giorno seguente al loro atterraggio, l'atmosfera è più da "andare a lavoro". Siamo allo studio di prove quando rappresentanti degli AMA arrivano per scattare foto promozionali nel parcheggio. Il frizzante burlone J-Hope, 23enne, cerimoniere ed una volta campione della street dance, esce con le sue braccia alzate, urlando "Salve! AMA! Whoa!". Gli altri lo raggiungono uno ad uno con meno rumore e a turno si fanno agghindare, sull'asfalto, da un team di stilisti sempre provenienti da Seoul.

C'è Jimin, 22enne, il più carino ma il più dispettoso, un ex ottimo studente di danza moderna che, al momento, si sta radendo il mento mentre una donna mantiene uno specchio. Il cantante dagli occhi perennemente sgranati V, 21enne, un altro ragazzo della scuola d'arte, che debuttò sullo schermo in un drama storico coreano lo scorso anno, lascia che il suo caschetto viola-grigio sia pettinato e separato. Un uomo utilizza uno stuzzicadenti per rimuovere qualcosa dai denti di Suga, che, come RM, cominciò la sua carriera da rapper underground. Il cantante principale Jungkook, 20enne, un devoto Belieber che si unì ai BTS a 15 anni, riceve una striscia di eyeliner. Nel frattempo, il cantante Jin, 25enne, un aspirante attore così affascinante da esser stato reclutato da un agente per il casting di boy band mentre camminava per la strada, silenziosamente se la prende comoda in mezzo al fermento. Il loro entourage è enorme; perdo il conto attorno ai 35 membri. Ci sono manager, addetti alla relazioni stampa, un coreografo, un massaggiatore, l'interprete, parrucchieri, tipi con telecamere, guardie che non sorridono e diversi autisti con auricolari.

A casa, i BTS stanno praticamente solo rompendo i loro stessi record a questo punto - per visualizzazioni ai video, prevendite degli album e posizione in classifica - e sta traboccando in altri paesi. Il loro recente EP, Love Yourself: Her, che include una canzone scritta con Andrew Taggart dei The Chainsmokers, ha raggiunto la prima posizione della classifica iTunes degli album in 73 paesi e i BTS sono diventati il primo gruppo pop coreano a crepare il mainstream americano, con un remix di Steve Aoki della loro "MIC Drop" che ha recentemente distrutto la Top 40.

“Siamo così fortunati di star vivendo in questo periodo, nel 2017,” dice RM, l'unico capace di portare avanti una conversazione in inglese. “Quando postiamo un tweet, viene tradotto in più di 30 lingue.” I testi del gruppo – che sono quasi completamente in coreano, ma sono sottotitolati su YouTube e tradotti per siti come Genius – sono una grande parte del loro successo internazionale. Le canzoni dei BTS affrontano problemi come depressione ed ansia. Promuovono ideali sociali progressisti, come l'emancipazione femminile e l'accettazione di persone provenienti da diversi contesti. Evidenziano anche il turbamento interiore nel lasciar perdere carriere meno commerciali per diventare “idol”, come sono chiamate le star del K-pop.

I fan dei BTS apprezzano l'empatia, l'onestà e l'indipendenza della band – temi che sono particolarmente in voga tra il pubblico occidentale in questi giorni. In più, i BTS indirizzano il loro messaggio verso un'astuta produzione iper-moderna (frequentemente affidata ad uno dei membri stessi) che divora tutti i tipi di EDM, rap e pop che tende all'R&B – si pensi a Major Lazer, Justin Bieber, DNCE, Logic, The Chainsmokers, Nick Jonas – e sputa fuori un miscuglio profondamente catchy, seppur leggermente storto.

Dopo il servizio fotografico, i ragazzi rientrano per provare la loro routine degli AMAs. Dal fischio d'apertura di “DNA”, loro sono un organismo dall'unica mente e i molti arti. Jin, che normalmente sembra pensieroso, utilizza sguardi imbronciati e precise mosse con le mani. Fanno un po' gli scemi – Jimin afferra il sedere di Jungkook, dopo che quest'ultimo esegue una piroetta leggiadra – ma sono concentrati. Un'ora dopo, alle 10:40, stanno trangugiando dell'acqua e si stanno facendo raffreddare da donne, le quali utilizzano i loro interi corpi per sventolare ventagli di carta abbelliti con i volti dei ragazzi stessi. Jin rapidamente si appisola su una sedia girevole, ma è presto svegliato dal massaggiatore, che vuole ficcargli un gomito nelle sue spalle; Jin trasale mentre lo fa. Minuti dopo, V ulula dolorante, la bocca spalancata mentre un incaricato cura una lesione orale all'interno della sua guancia. In seguito, RM ballerà con un fazzoletto sanguinante nel naso – i prezzi di jet lag e costante attività frenetica addizionati. Un pranzo anticipato di burger freddi e patatine fritte sembra un magro compenso, ma mangiano con trasporto.

I BTS, acronimo per Bangtan Boys (“Bulletproof Boy Scouts” in coreano), furono costruiti attorno a RM ed ultimati attraverso audizioni. Il gruppo fu assemblato da una piccola compagnia – la BigHit, gestita dal cantautore “Hitman” Bang Si Hyuk, che cofondò una delle cosiddette tre grandi agenzie, la JYP, prima di abbandonarla – che dona loro un'attrattiva da sfigati. E mentre i BTS sono emersi dal notorio rigido sistema del K-pop, vivendo insieme in dormitori e allenandosi costantemente, RM dice che la BigHit offre relativa libertà artistica. Vale a dire, in un imprecedente stravolgimento del fan service del K-pop, i BTS costruiscono mitologie attorno ai loro album, come Wings l'anno scorso, il quale tema proviene dal romanzo di formazione Demian (1919) di Herman Hesse. Il concept compare nei testi, nell'arte e nei video. Esattamente come queste trame secondarie prendano forma non è chiaro, ma è possibile che RM, il quale legge esaltanti autori come Haruki Murakami e Albert Camus, sia coinvolto.

“Cerchiamo di creare il nostro stesso contesto per i BTS,” dice. “Magari è rischioso prendere ispirazione da romanzi di così tanto tempo fa, ma penso ne sia più che altro valsa la pena. Arriva come un regalo per i nostri fan. Quello è qualcosa che non trovi facilmente negli artisti americani.” Invece, lui lo paragona a Star Wars.

“La grande cosa del creare il nostro universo è l'espandibilità,” aggiunge Suga, il più contemplativo del gruppo, attraverso l'interprete. “Perché attinge dalle nostre vite e dai nostri interessi personali, possiamo ampliarlo quanto vogliamo e non ci è estraneo. Avere ciò ci permette più diversità nelle storie che possiamo raccontare e nella musica che possiamo creare.”

Ma si sentono abbastanza liberi da scrivere di politica coreana? RM dice che stanno lavorando ad una canzone che lo fa sottilmente, ma Suga avverte che il soggetto “è carico di pericolo, non in senso letterale, ma per il rischio di non essere compresi dalle persone giovani che potrebbero non avere sensibilità completamente sviluppate (a riguardo).” Preferirebbe concentrarsi sull'incoraggiare la comprensione piuttosto che “incitare il conflitto.” Il resto del gruppo rimane in silenzio per la nostra intervista di mezzogiorno, se non per urlare ARMY e ammettere che sono impazienti per altre opportunità di crossover. Come dice J-Hope, “Sarebbe un onore per noi lavorare con chiunque.”

RM dice che, piuttosto che rompere altri record, la missione della band è di promuovere l'individualità, che non è sempre incoraggiata nel loro paese. “Specialmente in Corea, ci sono tutti questi standard: sposati, vai ad una buona università.” Come diffonderanno questo messaggio? Lui sorride. “Musica migliore ed esibizioni più fighe.”

Dopo aver fatto sold out in arene della California, di Chicago e New Jersey, i BTS stanno programmando un giro più grande degli USA nel 2018. Sono in territori inesplorati. A differenza di PSY, il loro successo qui non è nato da una novità – il loro insorgere nelle classifiche americane è stato graduale e non mostra segni di star rallentando. Mentre hanno rifiutato l'idea di un album completamente in inglese in passato, RM quest'anno ha rilasciato versi in inglese in un remix dei Fall Out Boy e in una collaborazione con Wale.

Alle 13:30 è tempo di prepararsi per Kimmel. Seguo i BTS dalla loro pista da ballo all'interno del corridoio vicino ai loro camerini. C'è un tavolo piegabile coperto con anelli in argento, collane appariscenti e orecchini penzolanti per la scelta. Sul pavimento c'è un'enorme sacca con zip piena di identiche pantofole Puma. Dopo che i capelli sono stati risistemati e i completi aggiustati, si caricano all'interno delle quattro Escalade senza reclami.

Mentre il nostro caravan passa Hollywood Boulevard e gira nella piccola strada che porta al retro di Kimmel e al palco all'aperto, li vediamo: più di un migliaio di fanatici dei BTS che esplodono quando ci vedono. Stavano aspettando da ore. Il produttore musicale per Kimmel, Mac Burrus, più tardi mi dirà che un gruppo di cinque adolescenti ha passato due notti lì fuori, per strada, in sacchi a pelo.

Dietro le quinte, lì finalmente è tempo di riposarsi. Suga e RM mangiano banane. Jin gioca con il suo Nintendo Switch. Jungkook e J-Hope torpidamente si poggiano l'uno all'altro sul divano. V è steso sul pavimento per far aggiustare il suo collo dalla torsione assassina che spacca le ossa del massaggiatore, prima di sistemarsi sul sofà per guardare “Carpool Karaoke.” Attorno alle 16, i produttori portano dentro un paio di madri di ARMY per uno sketch dove deridono le loro ragazze, che sono ancora in fila, via FaceTime dal luogo privato dei BTS. Le figlie eventualmente ritornano e io le rubo per una chiacchierata. Entrambe scoprirono i BTS su YouTube. Adriana, 24enne, sta imparando da sola il coreano “un passo alla volta” per ascoltare i ragazzi nella loro lingua. Rosa, 18enne, insiste “Il linguaggio non è una barriera quando si tratta di musica.”

Alle 18:20 i BTS si dirigono verso il palco. Da dietro le quinte, sembra come se ci siano delle montagne russe piene di passeggeri strillanti dall'altra parte. Un membro dello staff brizzolato passa con uno strano sorriso, mormorando “Questo è da pazzi.” Dall'ala vedo la band spaccare un set di sei canzoni ispiranti volti tra le mani e lacrime. Per “Save Me”, sosia di “Where Are Ü Now”, il pubblico fa uso di un “fanchant” K-pop coordinato, ruggendo il nome di nascita di ciascun membro in una perfetta successione ritmica. Posso a malapena sentire la musica, perciò non mi accorgo, se non alla fine, che i BTS non sembrano utilizzare tracce vocali di supporto, come un gruppo statunitense o britannico potrebbe fare – rappano e cantano ogni singola parte mentre eseguono costantemente la coreografia.

Quando finisce poco dopo le 19, un esausto J-Hope cade di peso sull'asfalto fuori dalla vista del pubblico e del suo team, il petto ansimante, gli occhi spalancati. Dopo 30 secondi, si rialza e si affretta a riunirsi con gli altri membri dei BTS, sparendo nel corridoio che porta dietro le quinte. Mentre gira l'ultimo angolo, una voce squittisce ‘Oh, mio Dio! J-Hope mi ha guardata!’ ”

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#bts #bangtan #bangtanboys #articolo #info #news #rolling stone #AMAs #American Music Awards #USA #traduzione ita #traduzione #ita #trad #trad ita

[angelic-guardienne]

Had the weirdest dream

And i can't remember all of it but i remember enough for a plot summary?

Basically, I'm pretty sure I was a secret agent working for Ardyn. He sent me to investigate Ignis (kill if given the chance) and I accepted the mission. I was undercover and I had a blog, this blog in fact! (But it was angelic-guardie instead which... weird) and it was more of a cover blog than anything. Noctis apparently had a huge presence on tumblr as well which is how i found them so quickly.

But yeah. So I'm hanging out with Ignis on a rooftop, we're talking, drinking, having too much fun, eventually we get too handsy and... my dress got a new slit on the side. So Ignis is out here, satisfied by orgasm and noodle like, and so, since I've already collected some weeks of recon, I grab his thigh and just flip him over the edge of the building. My mission accomplished, I return to the festivities. No one asks after Ignis.

So I'm leaving the party and just about to walk out of the door when I'm grabbed and yanked to the side and under the cover of darkness. There's a dagger to my throat and a "Thought you could be rid of me so easily?" in my ear...

...and then I woke up.

#suffice to say I failed that mission #i wish i knew what happened next #my guess is either we get into a fight #he makes some sort of bargain (the least likely option) #or just flat out kills me... the most likely option tbh #so yeah. weird dream. i have a ton of questions #admin note #admin dreams

[otomes-and-tears]

Thank you for the one shot with Ezarel omg... yes, you go Ez! Come on back to HQ please 😔 If you don't mind, could you please write a one shot of how you think Ezarel's encounter with Guardy would be after she's back from her mission and (to no one's surprise lmao) injured? I'm curious as to what you think it may be like. I personally can't stop thinking about it starting off with Ezarel not even seeing her yet, but already hearing her from the hallways making awful jokes about the situation/injury to cope with the pain while her teammates freak out LOL

♦ Ezarel's reunion with Guardy ♦

► tags/warnings: -

► words: 1318

► a/n: Don't worry, anon! I got you! Also... I relate to the feeling of sending an ask at 3 AM and not remembering how you wrote it lol

I had a harder time writing this one than the first one, so forgive me if it isn't as good. 

Click here for part one. You don’t need to read it, though!

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Ezarel didn’t allow himself to think too deeply about his decision until he was in a boat in the middle of the ocean, about a day’s travel away from Eel.

He wasn’t a stranger to making impulsive life decisions, and this wasn’t the worst one he made by a long shot, but while he was alone, under the stars, thinking about what would happen tomorrow he couldn’t help but dwell on all the things that could go wrong.

It was too late to turn back now, of that he was sure. A couple of days ago he had sent his companion to deliver a short message to Nevra warning him of his impending arrival so he’d be ready for any preparations necessary.

He had no doubt that his friend would be dutifully expecting him in the port, ready to welcome him with open arms and passive-aggressive remarks on how after promising to visit occasionally, Ezarel only came back after his lover raised from the dead.

Magical Crystal coma, he corrected in his mind. It sounded stupid.

Would they even want to see him? They asked about him, but did his absence make them forget him?

Would things still be the same, even after all those years? Has he changed too much?

Part of him was eager to find out and part of him wanted to jump off the boat and swim back to where he came from.

___

As he had expected, Nevra was already there when he arrived.

Even with how serious he seemed to be after all these years, when the vampire saw his friend he immediately engulfed him in a hug and started talking with excitement, and a generous helping of sarcasm, about all the things he had missed.

As it turns out, Nevra had already started preparing for Ezarel’s arrival the second that he was told that the Guardian had woken up. As much as Ezarel joked about Nevra being predictable, he didn’t expect his friend to think the same about him.

As they get closer to the HQ, Nevra’s tone shifts into something more serious. He tells Ezarel about what the guardian had been up to since they had woken up, from their powers being absent to their reaction to Lance-- and Ezarel suddenly regrets leaving and letting them deal with all of this by themselves.

Nevra spoke of them with care and respect, not being able to mask how much he loved his friend even with the careful façade that he built over the years. Ezarel didn’t doubt that the other people that remained, and knew the person behind the legend, cared for them too. But it somehow didn’t seem like it was enough considering the whole world of change that they woke up to.

‘‘I’ll leave you here.’’ Nevra said once they reached the guest room he’d stay at for the time being. ‘‘They are out on a mission right now-- Yeah, I know. I’m not happy about it either. But they insisted so much that Huang Hua let them. It shouldn’t be too complicated though, so they’ll be back before nightfall. Settle in until then. If you need something, you know where to find me.’’

The vampire looked at him one last time, almost as if he didn’t believe that Ezarel was right there and awkwardly patted him on the shoulder before leaving. Ezarel still wasn’t too fond of physical contact, but he’d let Nevra’s excesses slide for today. As much as he hated to admit, his emotions were running high too.

He entered the room and started organising the things that he brought. He packed his belongings as fast as he could so inevitably he would’ve left something behind. The elf was mostly doing this as a way to pass time, as it would be hours until he’d be able to see the Guardian and he was starting to feel anxious.

In the end, the consequence of travelling light was that he didn’t have many items to account for, so he had to be alone with his thoughts until then, which is exactly what he was trying to avoid.

--

A couple of hours into his arrival, Ezarel had snapped and decided to go on a walk.

It was the least he could do after not visiting for so long. He met a couple of his old friends and colleagues again, all of them greeting him with a knowing look, and being able to talk light-heartedly soothed his nerves. That is, until he passed through the infirmary and heard a very familiar voice.

‘‘I’m fine.’’ The Guardian says. He peeked through the half-opened door and saw them laying in one of the beds, a vision so familiar that it made his heart skip a beat. ‘‘You could say that I’m... burnt out after such a difficult mission.’’

One of her teammates, who Ezarel didn’t recognize, snorted. Guardian smiled weakly, glad that at least one of them thought their joke was funny.

‘‘A pun? Really?’’ The other teammate says. ‘‘We have you carry you back after you passed out and you make a pun?’’

‘‘Yes.’’ The guardian said, simply. Ewelein comes back from the back of the room holding a jar with bright blue ointment that he recognized from his days in the guard. It was something that she used to treat bad burn wounds. ‘‘Oh no.’’

‘‘Oh, yes.’’ Ewelein sighed ‘‘It’s going to hurt a lot, but it should make you heal faster.’’

She gives the rest of Guardy's teammates a look and they all say their goodbyes, leaving promptly. They pass through Ezarel on their way out but don’t say anything.

Ezarel knows that if he wants to see Guardy he has to go through their door, even if it risks Ewelein’s wrath, but now that they are so close, he feels hesitant to take that final step.

The guardian screams in pain, and he can see Ewelein struggling to hold them down to apply the ointment on their burns, and he pushed back against his fear. They need him.

Ezarel entered the room and rushed to the Guardian’s bed, where he held them down. Ewelein says nothing aside from a quiet ‘‘thank you’’ before going back to spread the mixture on the burns on the Guardian’s legs.

‘‘You’ve been awake for less than a month and you already got yourself into trouble?’’

There is humour in his voice, but he can’t hide the sudden worry that he feels towards them. They stare back, their eyes are shining with tears and he doesn’t know if it’s because of the pain or if it was because of that he said.

‘‘Holy shit. Am I in so much pain that I am hallucinating?’’

They ask, he chuckles, though he feels just about ready to start crying too.

The guardian is there, and they are alive and they seem to be doing okay despite all odds.

They look at him with such warmth and love that his heart almost stops in his chest.

‘‘No, I’m really here.’’ He noticed that they stopped trying to move from his grasp and he let them go, assuming that balm was already soothing their wounds. ‘‘If you thought it would be easy to get rid of me, then you were wrong, human.’’

‘‘I… I thought I would never see you again.’’

The guardian admits, letting their tears fall freely. He lets them cry, giving them time to let it all out. He can’t even begin to imagine how awful things must be for them.

He notices that Ewelein is long gone.

‘‘It was stupid of me to leave.’’ He starts, trying to dry their tears with the sleeves of his coat. He doesn’t have the energy to make a joke about it. ‘‘I promise you that I will never make this mistake again. I’ll stand by your side for as long as you want me to.’’

#just to be clear here nevra loves guardy platonically #i'm sorry your honor but i love him and if he's not dating guardy they are good friends i don't make the rules #eldarya #ezarel #eldarya headcanons #bee's writing