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dialovers-translations · 4 years

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Diabolik Lovers Zero vol. 9 Carla Tsukinami [Track 5]

Original title: その肖像画は灰と化した

Source: Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 9 Carla Tsukinami[CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here ( Huge thank you to @soranokiku for providing me with the audio! )

Seiyuu: Toshiyuki Morikawa

Translator’s note: It hadsbeen a while since I last translated one of these Zero CDs but god do I love the plot of these. It may seem cliched to have the real vs. fake version of the boys fight over you, but the underlying plot and the movites of the paintings are just really fascinating. Granted, the CDs don’t vary much from each other in that regard so it does get a little repetitive, which is why I’m definitely glad I took a bit of break before picking up this series again. Carla is definitely not my favorite character, but I gained some respect for him through this CD. uwu

This track was requested by an anonymous user! If you would like to request a translation, please contact me through IMs or drop an ask!

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5

Track 5: Said Portrait was Turned to Ashes

“...Hm. I suppose around here will do.”

Carla puts up the painting.

“Mm-mh. Not bad. I was just thinking it was about time to put a new picture in my room.”

You comment on it.

“Yes. Every single one of his creations were magnificant, but these flowers in particular look stunning. It is just a single flower, yet it almost seems as if the entire mood of the room has been altered.”

He gazes at the artwork.

“Hm...When I look at it, I am reminded of that flower field.”

You walk over.

“Hm? What’s the matter? Did you want to see it from up close?”

You ask if he is okay.

“Me? I see...You might have a point. I did feel just the slightest sense of loneliness just now. The artist behind his painting is no longer amongst us. Nor is the museum which displayed his work. They were fated to perish. Even if I had not interfered, they would one day be turned to dust.

...Even though I am well aware of that, seeing him desperately struggle to leave something behind somehow hit home with me. In the end, he chose death by himself. It was truly a prideful, gallant final moment. I could have very well walked down a similar path.”

You frown.

“Rest assured. While it is true that at one point, I had found peace with the fact that this illness of mine might one day be fatal. Back then, I was prepared to fulfill my duty and even face death. I will not deny that.

However, things have changed. I have decided to walk besides you until the end of my life. Even if this body of mine were to rot, my flame of life on the brink of extinguishment, I shall continue to fight, and survive. That might not be the most prideful decision, yet I do not feel any hesitation about the choice I have made.”

You grow emotional.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

You suddenly hug him.

*Rustle*

“...! Why are you embracing me?”

You explain.

“...Haha. I can’t deny it when it’s coming from you. Both dying with pride and struggling to be alive are noble paths in life, huh? ...Either way, I refused to perish. After all, I couldn’t bear to leave you behind. Furthermore, I also have the important responsibility of leading my people. For that sake as well, I shall have you put in plenty of effort as my wife.”

You nod.

“Hmph. Not a bad reply. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Paintings soothe the soul as well, but the thing that makes me feel the most fulfilled...is still you. ...Bring your body closer.”

*Rustle*

“...When I think back to our first meeting, you have become a lot more meek.”

*Smooch*

“However, you have been tainted by that man’s fangs. The scent of paint is still lingering.”

You apologize.

“There is no reason for you to apologize. I shall purify you at once.”

Carla bites you.

*Rustle rustle*

“Haah...In no time, you’ve been dyed my color. Not a bad feeling.”

You get flustered.

“You are making a blissful expression once again. Seems like you enjoy seeing me obsess over you quite a bit. You may be my wife, but ridiculing a King such as myself is not something I can let slide.”

You try and explain.

“I shall not have any mercy.”

*Rustle*

“Spend the night with me. I have yet to make it up to you for leaving you alone at that place. No objections, I assume?”

You nod.

“Yes. Spending some time to ourselves while gazing at this beautiful painting does not sound bad at all. Let us enjoy ourselves (1) , talking about this masterpiece which only the two of us know. ...Mmh...”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 花を咲かせる or ‘hana wo sakaseru’ is an idiom used to refer to enliven a conversation or engage enthusiastically in a talk. However, it is also very fitting in regards to the specific painting they’ll talk about, because the phrase literally means ‘to make flowers bloom/blossom’.

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jeonggukingdom · 4 years

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splinters of love • day VIII [knj]

pairing ⟶ kim namjoon x fem!Reader

summary ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically ⟶ • day VIII ↳ in which you shower together after a very long day at work and Namjoon helps you dry and brush your hair to help you relax and decompress.

genre ⟶ fluff

rating ⟶ PG-17

word count ⟶ 1.483 words

warnings ⟶ slight hints at sex, namjoon being an adorable and caring boyfriend because ugh, I’m weak for him and his dimples

series masterlist ⟶ here (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

Friday nights are the best.

The moment you enter the comfort of your home and get enveloped by the warmth, your body immediately relaxes.

There is always soft music welcoming you between those four walls and that’s solely because of your boyfriend and his endless passion for music and, well, romanticism.

Every Friday you find the table ready, dinner in fancy plates and a fresh bouquet of roses to top it all.

It always brings a smile on your face, especially when the day has been hard and full of stress and assignments and deadlines.

Tonight it’s one of those nights and you welcome the soft scent of flowers with eyes closed, inhaling deeply in the hopes your heart will untangle from the knots of your stress and start beating slowly again, following the mellow music reaching your ears.

Namjoon finds you like this, standing at the entrance with your lids closed, your lips parted and a little frown on your features.

His voice reaches you next, warm and rich like honey and you instantly melt into it, relax your muscles as you automatically lean into the touch of his hand on your cheek.

“Tired?” He asks and even though you can’t see it, you know there is a small smile on his plump lips, one of his dimples showing as you inhale his scent deeply, humming non-committedly.

He chuckles at that and quickly envelopes you into a warm embrace that has you sighing happily on his chest.

“Shower or dinner first?” He asks in your ear, his breath delicately fanning your skin.

Goosebumps gather on your flesh as you slowly open your eyes to look into his loving ones, finally offer him a smile in return.

“Shower, but only if you come with me,” you pout at him knowing oh-too-well he cannot resist you for more than two whole seconds when you give him this precise look.

He shakes his head, chuckles but then, he is lifting you up from the ground and guiding you to your bathroom with a tender smile on his lips.

You know he secretly loves it just as much as you do, even though he likes to grumble about it sometimes.

The moment your feet touch the ground you shiver, the tiles freezing cold under your soft skin.

You have no time to utter a single word, your silent request probably written all over your face by the way Namjoon’s hands are all over you in an instant, stripping you down masterfully in a way that, on any other occasion would have your mouth salivate for him.

Namjoon offers you a smile of satisfaction whenever you shiver into him, sigh at the sensation of his fingers on your skin, no matter how brief.

You walk into the shower together, completely naked and basking into each other’s presence, marvelling at your bodies and how perfectly they fit together whenever you tangle into an embrace, whenever you kiss or trace each other’s curves.

Namjoon’s lips are sweet like strawberries on top of yours, his hands sweet yet needy as they work through the knots of your muscles, bring them some relief under the warmth of the water cascading above your heads.

He loves using the soap as an excuse to touch you, explore your body to the fullest as you relax into him, hum and grunt in ecstasy for him.

His fingers are heavenly on your scalp, tugging just that tad bit necessary to feel yourself relax even more.

With his soft touch and the water washing away the soap, it almost feels like every other thought gets swept away too, pulled down the drain away from you, long forgotten.

Your lids are drooping down by the time the water stops falling on top of your head and your boyfriend chuckles, teases you about falling asleep while standing in a shower but his voice is filled with amusement and adoration and it makes you smile and relax into him more as he helps you out of the shower and instantly dries your body from every little drop of water.

You know you are lucky to have someone like him in your life but you notice it even more on nights like this when you don't have the willpower to do pretty much anything.

The pyjama you slip into his soft and warm and somehow comforting after such a tiring week and if you could really fall asleep while standing you'd probably be doing exactly that right about now.

"Do you want me to dry your hair, baby?" Namjoon asks in your ear before placing a soft and tender kiss on your cheek.

You open your eyes to look up at him, a small smile gracing your lips before you lean into him to claim his lovely mouth in a silent thank you for everything he does for you every single day of your life together.

"How did I get so lucky, mh?" You mutter, stroking his nose with the tip of your own as the smile deepens on your lips, "I have the perfect boyfriend in the entire Universe."

Namjoon's cheeks turn a nice shade of pink under the white lights, his head shaking left and right a little as he chuckles at your words.

You love it when he turns all shy before your eyes, you love how precious he looks with his cheeks like this, his eyes fixing on anything that isn't you.

You lift one of your arms to place a hand on his cheek, caress it lovingly and slowly guide his face back towards yours so that you can kiss him once more, taste those strawberries on your lips, savouring them while he works on the knots of your hair, too out of rich for you to keep on kissing him.

He tugs on your hair so lightly, always careful not to hurt you. It's honestly a mystery how he can do this so perfectly when he literally breaks anything he touches.

The thought makes you smile and he looks at you through the mirror, a silent question written all over his features.

"Do you want to talk about work?" He asks as he starts brushing through your locks with ease now that there aren't any more knots in them and you grunt at the thought of going back to the office, even if it's just with your thoughts and not your body.

"Gonna take that as a definite no," he says, laughing a little before turning on the hairdryer.

He has become quite good with this, he can almost style your hair if he really concentrates on it and you watch him with rapt eyes as he works through the strands of hair around your face, slightly pushes them back so that they can frame it without getting in your way.

The silence between the two of you is comfortable and it's one of the many things you love about being with Namjoon.

You could talk until three am in the morning about the most nonsensical things or stay together in silence for long hours without the need of breaking it with useless chit-chatter and in both cases, you'd be content. Serene.

"All done," he says as he turns down the hairdryer, almost startling you out of your thoughts and he must notice this because he chuckles at the expression your face but whatever he wanted to say, he keeps it to himself in favour of taking your hand and guide you to the dining room where your dinner is still waiting for you, albeit a little bit colder than what it was supposed to be.

"Did I tell you how much I love you, today?" You ask, tugging a little on his arm until he stops to face you.

His smile is deep on his features now, dimples on full display as he nods his head a couple of times.

"May have mentioned it this morning, or during lunch break, or when I called you earlier to ask you what you wanted for dinner," he says softly, pulling you into him until you are pressed against his chest, looking up at him in full adoration, "But I love hearing you say that so never stop."

You smile and lean forward to kiss him over and over again, your dinner long forgotten again as you lose yourself in the sensation of his mouth on yours, his hands around your frame.

"I love you, Kim Namjoon," you whisper on his lips whenever you tilt your head to the side, whenever you need to stop to breathe in air and every time, he says back to you and claims your lips harsher, needier and you know, as his arms wrap around your frame to lift you up that the dinner waiting for you will simply have to wait a little bit longer.

#bangtanscenery #thekimlinenet #hyunglinenetwork #namjoon fluff #bts fluff #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts ff #bts react #bts scenario #!splintersoflove

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