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Sixteen Going On Seventeen

OCtober 2021 day 14 - cage

1997

“Beardsley, you’re stressing me out.” Dahlia repeated for the umpteenth time. Now, however, she accompanied her protests with several swings of her sharp cleaver to his ridiculously handsome face “Won’t you just get what you need and stop moving?”

Matthias expertly avoided her swings, then directed and annoying grin at Dahlia. “This is my brother’s house, Princess. I can do as I please. Besides,” he pointed at Dahlia’s lower half with his right hand (his left one held a bowl of rice mixed with a distressing amount of natto) “the kitchen is small and you’re taking too much space. This is your fault.”

Dahlia followed his hand and blushed. Today, her usual 18th-century gown had been replaced by Victorian evening wear. From the early 1860s. Dahlia had had to conjure her outfit in under twenty-four hours, and the crinoline cage she had ordered off her seamstress (who specialised only in Georgian fashion) had turned out a tad too wide.

The contraption drew a considerable circle around her —Xuegang had tried hugging her, but had been unable to. In Claude Beardsley and Juro Mochizuki’s small kitchen, mobility had been rather restrained by Dahlia’s crinoline cage.

Although Matthias wasn’t helping, what with how much he was moving.

“Take this and leave me alone.” Dahlia told him, slapping his hand away and opening a cabinet to take a handful of the natto packages he’d been taking one at a time to annoy her. Dahlia highly doubted he needed that many natto, so she allowed herself to believe him overusing the condiment was also to annoy her.

Matthias caught the packages and winked at her. “Thank you, Princess.”

Dahlia rolled her eyes, but silently chided her heart for going so fast. Matthias Beardsley would drive her mad one of these days. Was already doing so.

“You’re welcome.” she snapped, then proceeded to descend her cleaver onto the fish she’d been gripping. She cut it in a way that made the decapitated head roll towards Matthias.

A childish joy overcome Dahlia when he flinched away. Matthias turned an accusatory glare at her, which she replied with a cheeky grin twin to the ones he usually directed at her. Payback.

Matthias stepped further back from the fish just as Xuegang and Lei stepped into the kitchen. One of Matthias’s feet stomped on Lei’s own crinoline cage, which he tripped over. Matthias and Lei stumbled to the ground as if in slow motion, leaving a torrent of rice and fermented beans on their wake.

Xuegang caught the bowl with ease, and quirked an eyebrow at Dahlia.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s all Beardsley’s fault for being a daft boot.” Dahlia threw the decapitated fish at him.

Xuegang slapped the fish aside and made it land right on Matthias’s annoyingly gorgeous amber eyes. “Xuegang!” Matthias shrieked —half scandalised, half begging for aid— as he all but jumped into Xuegang’s arms “How could you?”

‘There, there.” Xuegang rubbed Matthias’s back with his bowl. At the same time, he made a poor attempt at brushing natto-sticky rice off Matt and himself.

From the floor, Lei groaned. “The fish is inside my crinoline cage.”

“Hold on, I’ll take it.” Dahlia thrust the cleaver into another fish, walked to Lei (perhaps making a mini commotion as her crinoline crashed against virtually everything), and kneeled down “How did that daft Beardsley manage to stuck it in between the faux whalebone? He’s such a— ah, there you go.” Dahlia showed the fish’s tail to Lei triumphantly.

But Lei didn’t seem half as excited. In fact, she looked rather miserable.

Some of Matt’s natto had landed on her hair, bodice —and even petticoat, after all.

“I want my hanfus back.” Lei sighed “They aren’t half as complicated.”

Dahlia plopped down next to her. “I know what you mean, stays and panniers are much better than horrid corsets and crinoline cages. But alas, this is but a necessary evil if Leora is to listen to me for our eighteenth birthday. If it helps you, Lei, you look stunning in both western and Chinese clothing. Right, Xuegang?”

Xuegang stopped hugging Matthias momentarily to turn to them. His eyes, as always, shone with love as he beheld his girlfriend. “Zài wǒ yǎn lǐ nǐ shì zuì měi de.”

Lei’s mouth curved into a pleased smile. “Bùyào shuō wǒ de ài.” she weakly protested before standing up (Dahlia tried to flatten her skirts to the best of her ability) and walking to him.

Dahlia and Matt’s eyes met almost instinctively, too used to suffering at the hands of their best friends’s fairytale romance and its unending flirting.

Adorable, Matthias mouthed.

Dahlia rolled her eyes at him, but couldn’t fight her smile. She couldn’t understand Mandarin —hopefully not yet, anyways— but the sweet nothings Lei and Xuegang were exchanging did make them look adorable. They’d been dating for years, and still looked as in love as when they were fourteen.

Let’s leave them be. she masked him into hearing Come help me with Leora’s pie. she then stood up and returned to her cleaver and fish.

Today was the sixteenth of May, which was to say: Leora and Dahlia’s seventeenth birthday. Their parents always insisted on throwing a big party for the occasion, something Leora hadn’t always enjoyed —awkward as she used to be— but Dahlia dearly appreciated. There was always a problem with that, though: Eugenia and Isidore Everitt were much too Saz, and as such, insisted on enforcing a dress code.

Leora and Dahlia’s taste in fashion had been completely different for as long as Dahlia could remember. She naturally found 18th-century fashion exquisite (who wouldn’t want to go frolicking at Mirror Kensington Gardens dressed as a courtier from Louis XVI’s court?). But Leora, for whatever reason, preferred the somber greys, blacks and browns of Victorian suits.

Absurd.

“Can I try some?” Matthias asked, pointing at Leora’s pie.

Dahlia quirked an eyebrow at him. “No. Not even I am allowed a taste, and I am both Leora’s sister and the one who’s baked the pie.”

It had become a tradition around their thirteenth birthday for Dahlia to bake Leora her favourite cake. This would widely be the only time Leora allowed herself a treat. And, oh dear, did she treat herself. Once Dahlia regaled her with the pie, it would vanish in under an hour —all as a product of Leora’s might.

“But it looks so bizarre.” Matt pressed “I take it, it doesn’t taste as bad as it looks?”

“Well—” Dahlia inspected her sister’s stargazy pie. It was almost ready; she need just heat it up a little bit. But it did look rather unappetising: five fish heads stuck out of the crust, their blank eyes seemingly boring down on Dahlia and Matthias; their mouths slightly parted. Just the aesthetic Leora liked “I don’t enjoy seafood, so I’m rather biased against the pie, but it ought to taste good to the likes of my sister. She’s never complained. Still,” she added, clutching Matthias’s hand and drawing it away “you can not try it.”

Just as Matthias opened his mouth to protest, Lei and Xuegang finalised their flirtation, and decided to join them.

“Matt, when were Juro and Claude coming back?” Xuegang asked.

“Ah,” Matthias scratched the back of his head sheepishly “I don’t know? I may not have told them we’d be coming, so they didn’t tell me when they’d be home.”

“Did you just invite us to your brother and his boyfriend’s house without being invited yourself?” Dahlia accused.

“It’s not that I’m not invited, per se. Claude loves me because I’m his brother, and I’ve grown up with Juro as if he were my brother, as well —actually, scratch that, it doesn’t sound very good. But thing is that we can be here.”

“Yeah, but we made a mess of their kitchen without them knowing, and Dahlia and I have to go to Mirror London just about now.” Lei piped in. Normally, Dahlia wouldn’t have subjected her friends to her family’s cruelty, but Leora’s girlfriend Linette had expressly asked for Lei to come to the party. Lei naturally had agreed instantly.

Xuegang, Dahlia, and Matthias took in the kitchen that they, in fact, had left a mess. The floor was covered in rice and a ridiculous amount of natto —along with a decapitated fish corpse— thanks to Matthias and his ungraceful nature. Several chairs, tables and whatnot were upturned as a result of Dahlia and Lei’s absurdly wide crinoline cages (and Leora’s sordid choice of wardrobe).

And, of course, there was a pool of fish blood expanding a good portion of the table Dahlia had been using. And the floor.

And the kitchen may have smelled a tad too much of disembowelled fish…

Dahlia shared a look with Xuegang, then another one with Lei, and finally, with Matthias.

The front door open with a viciousness that shook the very walls of the kitchen —and Dahlia’s heart.

There was a deathly silence as footsteps came near. Announcing impending disaster and sure doom.

They stopped.

“Matthias, anata to anata no tomodachi wa koko ni imasu ka?” a deep voice asked. Juro Mochizuki.

Matthias’s eyes reflected the turmoil of emotion waging in him. He cleared his throat. “Hai.” he eventually managed to say.

“Anata wa kitchin ni imasu ka?” this time, the voice was slightly higher. Claude Beardsley, inquiring after his brother’s sins as severely as the Spanish Inquisition holding trial on heretics.

Dahlia masked Lei into seeing the plan of survival she’d just conjured; their eyes met. Lei nodded ever so slightly, and moved to take Leora’s pie. Xuegang and Matthias followed her with the hurt of betrayal in their eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Lei whispered “I’m just scared of Juro and Claude right now.”

Dahlia nodded.

“Anata wa kitchin ni imasu ka?” Claude repeated. This time, dangerously close to the kitchen.

Dahlia and Lei looked at each other; they nodded. It was time.

“Goodbye, Xuegang.” Dahlia hugged her best friend “Good luck, Beardsley.” she kissed Matt’s cheek.

Then, she hastened to grab Lei’s elbow and lead her to salvation through the kitchen’s window.

Matthias’s heart was going so fast it surely wasn’t healthy. But he didn’t care. His palm was to his cheek as he looked at Xuegang. On his best friend’s face, he could see the disbelief and happiness Matthias’s own face must be mirroring.

A smile spread across their lips at the same time; Matthias blushed and buried his head on Xuegang’s shoulder —his palm still to his cheek.

The door to the kitchen slid open, and Juro and Matthias’s older brother appeared on the threshold. Both men looked furious —especially Claude— when they beheld their once-pristine kitchen (because only ever their automatons cooked there). But Matthias didn’t care.

He stepped back from Xuegang and directed the biggest of smiles to them. His palm still to his cheek.

Juro blinked at him, confusion gaining ground on anger. Claude wasn’t so easy to un-anger when it came to his younger brother’s antics, though, and said, “What’s got you looking so stupid?”

Matthias’s smile widened impossibly, and he ran to share his joy with his brother. “Dahlia just kissed—” as he was going to say that magical word, ‘me’, one of his feet stepped on the decapitated fish, and Matthias stumbled onto the floor for the second time that day. This time, dragging Claude, and in turn Juro, down with him.

His chin hit Claude’s clavicle, while Juro cushioned his boyfriend’s fall. “What’s wrong with you? Kono yarou.”

“Dahlia kissed me.”

Claude groaned. “Can you leave the role of awkward brother in love to me?”

“No.”

Juro laughed.

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Chinese and Japanese translation:

Zài wǒ yǎn lǐ nǐ shì zuì měi de = In my eyes, you’re the most beautiful

Bùyào shuō wǒ de ài = Don’t say that, my love

Anata to anata no tomodachi wa koko ni imasu ka? = Are you and your friends here?

Anata wa kitchin ni imasu ka? = Are you in the kitchen?

Kono yarou = You bastard

@oc-growth-and-development @wagnerthedragon @iloveallmyocs @littleturtle95 @goodknightfriends

#the kinship chronicles #oc-tober

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theodora3022 · 3 years

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Love You To Hell And Back(Yandere Claude)

Pairing: Yandere Claude Faustus x F!reader

Summary: Upon running away from home due to an unwanted arranged marriage, you took up a maid position in the Trancy household. You thought it would be simple, lay low for couple of months then the other family would cancel the engagement. Being a maid should be easy right? Just wash and clean the house and saying yes to their lords. You never thought you would end up in such a bizarre and dangerous household.

Notes: I am a Claude simp. If you do not know before, you do now. Do not get the wrong idea, Sebastien is handsome alright, but there is just something about those golden eyes makes me shiver in the best kind of way. (Also I love the French pronunciation of his name but whatever)

Word count:2k

Warning: Non-con touching, coercion, possessive behaviour, general Yandere content

SFW

As a lady on exile, you do not have many options. Your relatives were out of the question since they could inform your parents of your whereabouts, and so does all of your friends. Luckily, you figured out the perfect solution: disguises! And who is more unnoticeable then a maid? They blend naturally in the background of drawing rooms and parties, no one will bat an eye if there happen to be an extra one. Nobles do not care for servants, so a forged name and documents would get the job done.

Answering advertisements seems to be a good way to start. Ah, there is one right here. The Trancy Estate? To your knowledge, there is only one young lord there, and you are not acquainted with the family. Seems the ideal choice: “Only for two months, as a replacement.” You know being a servant would be unpleasant, compare to your noble lady life now, but you had chosen between this instead marrying a man you despise.

Packing some essentials, you thrown on a simple cotton dress borrowed from your maids and sneaked out. You thought you had escaped from hell, not knowing you are better off staying. Because, you had quite literally, walked into a spider’s trap.

A dark-skinned maid welcomed you, explaining how she has to leave the household for some personal business while giving you a small tour of the building. She seems nice enough, although you were curious why her right eye is covered by bandages. The manor is dead quiet and empty, giving you an illusion of how you can hear your own breathing.

“Miss Hannah, where are the other servants?” You shiver, tightening your clock just a bit. Although it is only autumn, the winds are chillier in this house, or so you felt.

“There is only five of us. Me, the triplets, and Sir Claude the butler. Our master can be...difficult, one could say.” Handing you a basket of maid attire, Hannah seem to be terrified of this master she speaks of.

I wonder why he is so difficult. You thought as you thanked her and settled down in the little servant room you were given. Better put on these maid clothes soon, getting use to them as fast as possible. Blue and white does not look so bad together.

Kitchen duties are not so bad since all you need to do is chopping up vegetables and wash the dishes while the triplets took care of the cooking. Dusting is a nuisance, but with enough efforts it was taken care off. The triplets are an odd flock, as they never speak unless necessary. All your befriend attempts had failed miserably, you felt as if they look down on you somehow? Since you only do backstage work, you had yet to meet the master and his butler. Not that you mind, you want to kept your existence covert, after all!

You were trying to dust off the chandelier in the drawing room when you first met Claude. The stairs you use are a bit unstable, which causes you to have major anxieties about falling.

“Ahh!” You squeal as your staircase finally deciding to let you fall. Closing your eyes in horror, you were certain you are going to suffer at least bruises. But the expected pain never came. Instead, you felt a strong set of arms had caught your body mid-hair.

Gazing up, what did you see?

Oh did that gorgeous face make this fall worth it. The tall man in black reminds you of those flawless Roman statues, of King David. You never thought humans can be this magnificent.(Well you are still right, as he is no human)

Gently placing you back on your feet, Claude started to examine you behind those clear glasses. You quickly smoothed the wrinkles on your skirt as you dip your head for greeting.

“Greetings, kind Sir. You must be Sir Claude. My pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am (y/n), the new maid.” Gods, he is handsome. You were not even sure words can describe how those golden eyes made you feel. Are you blushing? Ugh, get it together, self! He is only a butler here. It is beneath you to swoon over him. You put on a smile, then courtesies to the stoic man in the most elegant way possible.

The lack of callus on your fingers and your sophisticated manners informs him that you, are no ordinary maid. As a servant to his lord, Claude needs to make sure no sketchy individual can harm him. Some investigation would need to be done.

How interesting...Why would a high-born lady such as yourself ran away from your prestigious noble house, only to serve as a humble servant here? Just where did Hannah dig you up? Ah, that is no matter at present. Surely your cheerful spirts can light up the dull days of this mansion. The only thing Claude need to ensure is you do not expire as quickly as others. Alois can be such a spoiled brat; however no harm should befall to you as long as he can help it.

Your voice reminds the demon of little birds of forest mornings, chirping delightfully to a new day no matter how horrid the night before was. The way you thank him stuttering then trying to go back to your duties are just adorable, and amusing. It is clear as day:you are fascinated by Claude’s pretty face. Quite bold for a lady to do so. Claude had met a lot of people in his long life, but none of them intrigues him so as you do. He cannot grasp what exactly, but there must be something enchanting about you, that makes him want to pull you close and do unspeakable things to your good, pure body.

Tender and cautious, that is what the knocks on his office door suggests. It is late, way past Alois’s bedtime. Who could have business with him this hour, apart from his demanding lord? “Come in.” Claude’s curiosity had spiked up.

It is you, still dressed and with a plate in your hands. What a pleasant surprise. And are those pastries?

“I...baked these for you, Sir. I want to thank you for your help earlier today.” Looking away, you quickly remind yourself how you should never indulge too much. However you had already spent two hours of your free time trying to bake something decent.

Did your parents taught you it is improper to visit a man’s quarters this late at night, alone? How rebellious of you, not that Claude minds anyway. You might appear to be demure and good at first sight, but under that nice façade is a bold maiden who does not care for modesty, how complex.

Chocolate chip biscuits, but with distorted shapes. “I am not very good at this, so I totally understand if you do not wish to eat them. I jus want to properly show my gratitude, that is all.” Nervously fidgeting your apron corner, you bit your lip when he raises one of them to his lips and took a small bite.

Edible, but has lots of room for improvement. Claude can practically taste your eagerness to please from the chocolate spheres. Seeing your gaze fixated on him, expecting his comments on your work, Claude let out a quiet laugh. Which made heat rush up to your cheeks. Is that a good or a bad response? It cannot be that terrible can it?

“Come.” He signals with a hand wave, and you hesitantly walked beside his chair. How cute, the butler and the little maid. It would be a shame to just give you some half-hearted praises and send you out, wouldn’t it? It is what a gentleman would do, of course. Claude on the other hand, has never been one. He could entertain that appearance for his lord’s sake, but in this little room with just you, there is no need for charades.

You were shocked when one gloved hand pulled you swiftly onto his lap, with the other locked around your waist, pressing you against his chest. Of course, you fantasized the idea of being the lover of such a fine specimen of mankind, but only the idea of it. Even though you are nothing more then a lowly maid now, you are still a lady of nobility with conducts of propriety.

Your shrinking pupils made Claude realize he might be pushing a bit too fast. But human lives are so fragile, so short compare to demon ones. If he does not seize this opportunity, who knows when is next one going to arrive? Whether it is your intention or not, Claude is now mesmerized with you. Now that he is holding you this close, breathing in your intoxicating sweet scent, the old demon had his first epiphany of a millennium: you are lovely, and he intends to keep you this way, one way or the other.

Squirming with protests, you tried to get out of his suffocating embrace. “Sir, this is not proper, please let go of me.” Yet you achieve no results, those iron grips still hold you firmly in place, those same arms that spared you an embarrassing fall this morning.

“Little bird, finally thinking about propriety? You should know better then coming to my office this late unless you want something to happen.” Claude is close, too close, you can feel his breath fanning your ears gently. Gloved fingers trace down your jawline, making you tremble with fear. “Am I right, Lady (family name)?” You froze. What how did he-how do he know you are not a mere commoner? Had he already done a thorough investigation on you?

“Now, repeat after me, little bird.” His golden eyes shifted its color to pink, round pupils bending into a thin line. In normal circumstances, you would be terrified of how his features suddenly changed, but now you are too possessed by his intense gaze to think of anything else. Those eyes, you felt as if you could drown in those two magenta pools.

“I love Claude Faustus forever and I would do anything should he asks of me.”

“I-I love Claude Faustus f-forever...and I would do anything should....should he-e asks of me.” It is still your voice, although those words are defintely not your own. What is happening? Why do your tongue just moved on its own like man possessed?

“Perfect.” Running his bare fingers through your hair, Claude left a light kiss on your forehead, ignoring the horrid expression you are wearing. “You will behave, right little bird?”

“Of course, Sir Claude.” You did not just say that !There is no way. What has this evil man done to you? You never should have come here. Your terrible fiancée at least could not cast spells on you!

“I’ll take good care of you, my dearest little bird. After all, your fate is defined since the moment I lay my eyes on you. We are destined to be together.”

“Oh, do try to behave. It would be a shame if something should happen to your dear family. I would hate if you end up like your other human predecessors.” His lord, despite his young age, is a master at torture and inflicting suffering. There is a unfortunate reason why there is only a few servants in this manor, and the fact that they are durable demons too. Claude knows exactly where you would end up had he not intervened. Do not worry, he would never let you go. Demons mate for life, didn’t you know that? Why resist?

“I love you my dear, to the hell and back. We shall stay together until the end of time.”

#black butler #black butler imagines #black butler fanfiction #yandere claude faustus #claude faustus #yandere black butler

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mytastessuck · 3 years

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Ween: Quebec

LAh, Quebec. Hated upon its release, nowadays considered Ween's best album. Listening to this album, modern-day listeners may wonder why this album received such a chilly reception when it came out. Well, in between Gener's divorce, Claude's near-fatal car accident and just a general shitty time to be members of the band, the mood of this album felt drearier and noticeably more cynical than their other records. In some respects, this album is heavier than The Oneness and sloggier than The Pod. But its rawness works to its advantage in that this is one of the realest examples of art I've ever listened to and the fact that Ween could get this out while going through the wringer says a lot about their talent, determination and how blessed they are by the Boognish.

Let's get started.

1. It's Gonna Be A Long Night

As far as Motorhead tributes go, this is most likely the best. Try to find a better parody of Lemmy's voice. Don't try. You'll be embarrassing us both. This track goes hard as fuck while still being something you blast out your window while you pick your niece up from school. Bonus points for the scream at the end.

1975/10

2. Zoloft

Best tribute to a drug I've ever heard. Only pussies sing about cocaine and heroin. Real musicians give tributes to behavioral-modifying over-the-counter pills that let you deal with jackasses all day. Ween knows their drugs and they know who the real hero is.

25/10

3. Transdermal Celebration

Ladies and Gentleman, my second favorite song of all time.

When I heard this song for the first time, I broke down in tears. The guitar work (thanks to Carlos Santana's stolen guitar, oddly enough), the beautifully sung lyrics, the sheer mental imagery...I can't put it into words which makes me a really shitty reviewer now that I think of it but that's what you guys came for. I have three different versions of this song on my playlist and really, nothing makes me feel closer to understanding what it's all about besides this song and another one. This song...is universe.

ℵ0/10

4. Among His Tribe

A peaceful song about a day in the life of a man in a tribe. Pretty chill fare. Very cool to mellow out to while imagining how people from you might leave. Always a nice venture.

10/10

5. So Many People In The Neighborhood

A nice paranoid ditty about your neighbors. Bizarre instrumentation but it asks an important question about your neighbors: are they good people?

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...They aren't.

9/10

6. Tried And True

A nice song to sing along with when you're around other people. If some brave soul asks where the song's from, say it's from the 60s. Hell, tell them it was by Harry Nilsson. That'll put an old dog toy in their craw.

11/10

7. Happy Colored Marbles

Here we get to the meat of the album, where one side of a man wonders about people's mental state why the other side just thinks about playing with marbles. Well, we don't have to pay any attention to the first part. It's not like it foreshadows anything about where the tone is going with the son---WOAH, THAT'S FUCKING LOUD! Jesus, is this what they play to get the guys on Twitch to scream like that?

2500/10

8. Hey There Fancypants

Ah, finally after all that horrid nonsense, we finally get to listen to proper music! Yes, this is a delightful tune that one can play in front of beloved Queen Victoria before we are taken into the Royal Loo in order to perform the Sacred Cunnlingus, as one is wont to do. Yes, if those Ween folks focused more on making music like this instead of all that other dreck, we might actually be able to do something about this Indian problem once and for all!

10/10

9. Captain

A song to be played at night while you're sailing back to shore as you see a storm gathering overhead. No other situation is appropriate.

9/10

10. Chocolate Town

Time to head down to Chocolate Town where all the folks look at you like you don't belong there, whether you were born and raised there or not. That's the vibe I get from this song or not. Seriously though, nice of Ween to creep a bit of darkness into such a pleasant sounding song. Always a sucker for that shit.

10/10

11. I Don't Want It

Love how this song manages to capture the feeling of how it feels to watch a relationship crumble before your eyes without being able to stop it. The divorce really shows it swinging dick in the latter half of the album and its super apparent on this track. I don't want to wish this situation on any of you but for those that have experience this...remember to hold onto the memories.

11/10

12. The Fucked Jam

Ugh, this song always makes me uncomfortable. I don't know if it's the voices or the instrumentation or chiptune-like mumbling but...yeah, this song just weirds me out in the wrong way. Nothing offensive here though.

5/10

13. Alcan Road

Ah, finally back on solid ground. Nice tune to trip out to while imagining yourself levitating up a mountain. Nice shit and a real step up.

9/10

14. The Argus

One of Ween's more downcast songs and it earns its tune by being one of their darker works. May the Argus cast his compassion upon us indeed.

10/10

15. If You Could Save Yourself (You'd Save Us All)

Gene really airs it all out on this track and fuck, it's some of the rawest shit I've heard in music. He lets out all of the frustration he had about the marriage in one song and he kills it in a way that Taylor Swift, Eminem, or Carly fucking Simon could only aspire to. Great way to vent about divorce and great way to end an album.

11/10

Album Score: ℵ0+4605/10

Next time, we review White Pepper, probably Ween's second most underrated album. See you then.

#ween #music #review #quebec

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crackimagines · 4 years

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Yo, you remember that one episode of Avatar that showed the gang’s adventures through a terrible play? How would that come out in your ChildByleth Au?

Child!Byleth Post Masterlist here!

(Singer)

“R̴̨͙̾̆͘Ẽ̶͖̘̱̃͗A̸̞͂̅͜C̶̥̺̳͝Ḧ̸̯̹́ ̶͕̙̎̚F̸͈̦͐̾͜O̴̟̽͑R̵̢̙̫̈ ̷̳̿Ṁ̴̭Y̸̧̰̼̓̄̚ ̷̧̆̇̀H̵̲̪̅̍͝A̷͍̤̒Ą̷̭͍̃A̸͍͓̜͛Ä̷͕̣̣́͝Ǻ̵͙͆N̵̛̤͜D̸̠̲̓,̷͈͌͂ ̷͕̅͛͜͝I̸̠͂͗̓'̷̤́͛̒L̷̛͉͖̘̍́L̷͍̦̇͛̕ͅ ̴̠͒͐͝S̴̰̐Ơ̷̮͉̤̂̀Ä̸̘͉̒̈́R̸̠̣̎̚ͅ ̴̘͕̟̈́̀̕A̷͚͑̑W̶̧̐̅̕Ǎ̷̠̦̐Ä̵̞́̈A̷̦̜͚̅͂Y̵̛̦̩̐”

(Byleth) “OW MY EARS!”

(Dimitri) “Is…Is that what my hair looks like to people?!”

(Edelgard) “I think Dorothea is about to kill someone.”

(Claude) “Man, this is great!”

Thanks for the ask anon, I hope you enjoy!

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Child!Byleth + Classes watching a horrible play of their Route HC’s

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Blue Lions:

(Byleth) “I…I don’t think I’m that tall. And why am I talking like I smoked at least 40 pipes?”

(Dimitri) “Goddess, what did they do with my hair?! It looks so…greasy!”

(Dedue) “…My lord, I believe that is the only accurate part of this play. And…Is that supposed to be me? My voice isn’t that high!”

(Felix) “I’m going to kill whoever thought of this play, I do not act like some brooding swordsman!”

(Sylvain) “And I am NOT that ugly! I like to think of myself as decent at least!”

(Ingrid) “Wait a second, the person playing me isn’t even a girl! Do they think I’m a guy?!”

(Ashe) “Um…I don’t think I see myself anywhere in that.”

(Annette) “Yeah, you, me and Mercie aren’t anywhere! Wait a second, do they think we’re so unimportant that we don’t even show up?!”

(Mercedes) “…I am going to beat someone to death-”

Black Eagles:

(Byleth) “That…That is the worst cardboard dragon I’ve seen. And that looks nothing like Rhea! More importantly, I don’t know why I’m portrayed to be some brat during the war.”

(Hubert) “Whoever decided to make Edelgard act like some bumbling idiot as she leads the Empire is going to be executed.”

(Edelgard) “Hubert your actor looks so…edgy. He seems less intimidating and more annoying to listen to.”

(Dorothea) “I thought the manager said he found the right people for this! Oh, he is so DEAD FOR PORTRAYING ME LIKE THAT!”

(Bernadetta) “Well at least they got me right in that I hide in the corner the entire time…”

(Linhardt) “I really really wish I could sleep through this right now. The actor who’s playing me, I don’t think he’s acting like he doesn’t care, I genuinely believe he’d rather be anywhere else right now.”

(Caspar) “Oh come on, I’m not that dumb! This is slander!”

(Petra) “I am confusion. That person looks nothing like I am…They are even speaking perfect Fodlanese. And Byleth and I are not that casual with one another!”

(Ferdinand) “Why…Why does the person playing me just repeats saying “I am Ferdinand Von Aegir”?”

Golden Deer:

(Claude) “This is amazing to watch!”

(Byleth) “For you, maybe! The person playing me looks like he eats children in a dark alley! People always said that I look like a cute kid, how did they get some sewer goblin to play me?!”

(Hilda) “I don’t dress THAT bad, do I? Why are her boobs so huge?!”

(Marianne) “A-And why am I so buff?”

(Ignatz) “Ugh, the person playing me makes me want to stick an arrow into my ear! He needs to clear his nose!”

(Raphael) “I am NOT that scrawny! I think they just picked that kid up from the street instead of choosing at least someone strong!”

(Lorenz) “This is absurd! My hair is not that horrid, and I am NOT that stuck up!”

(Leonie) “Why am I always drinking? I’ve only drank once with my mercs and only one chair was broken!”

(Lysithea) “How DARE they insinuate I get all butterflies and rainbows when I’m with Byleth?!”

Church of Seiros:

(Rhea) “…I am very tempted to smite these fools down for their idiocy alone…”

(Byleth) “Wouldn’t blame ya if you did.”

(Seteth) “I am not that dramatic when it comes Flayn! Who gave them this info anyway?!”

(Flayn) “Eugh, this play makes it seem like I was flirting with the professor the entire time! How scandalous!”

(Shamir) “The person playing me could at least show some emotion.”

(Catherine) “Hey, at least they got you right! I’m not that wimpy looking, and more importantly that’s not even Thunderbrand! That looks like a regular sword!”

(Alois) “My goodness, the facial hair on my actor is horrific!”

(Hanneman) “I do more than talk about crests, excuse them!”

(Manuela) “Oh…Oh goddess, my actress looks so old! I BETTER NOT LOOK LIKE THAT TO EVERYONE!”

#claude von riegan #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #edelgard von hresvelg #child!byleth #golden deer #black eagles #blue lions #byleth #fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses headcanons #Archbishop Rhea #dedue molinaro #hilda valentin goneril #hubert von vestra

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fandomlife-giver · 4 years

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Bedewed Maid - 2

Summary: My young master’s soul emites a heady aroma. A scent that intoxicated demons, drives them mad, impels them to battle. Music shall play, captivating all...And secrets shall be revealed.

Next time, “Bedewed Maid”

Surely I can resolve a prickly situation without Sebastian in 5 minutes, master. Otherwise, what kind of maid would I be?

Pairings: Sebastian X Demon!Reader X Claude

@wintersdoll @naniky @danabuggxd @redryderdesigns @inumorph

Word Count: 4217

Warnings: Mild language, Mentions of death, Minor gore

Your name: submit What is this?

His eyes instantly lit up when they recognized you, his toothy grin showing when you called his name.

He jumped up from the bag and tried to run to you before the maid walked over and grabbed him by the throat. He whimpered as she held him down to the ground.

Your eyes widened as you watched her. “What do you think you’re doing? And how could you have possibly known about him or his location? I hid him far too well for anyone to find.”

She chuckled as she glanced at you. “You think your attempts to hide this hound would go over my head? You aren’t as good as you think you are.”

You tilted your head, mildly surprised at her tone toward you.

“Pardon me, I never got your name. I’ve seen you around the manor and by your demeanor, I would certainly assume you would not be capable of this. Who exactly are you?”

She turned her head away from you and tied Pluto’s hands behind his back before standing up and making her way toward the nun.

“My name is Hannah. I serve under my beloved master, Lord Trancy.”

You slowly nodded as you eyed the bandage that covered one of her eyes. “Right. I see that. I was referring to your true identity.”

Her feet stopped right before the nun. Slowly, she turned her head, confusion clear in her eyes.

“I’m not sure what you mean. I am only a mere servant, nothing more.”

You frowned at her response. She turned back and smiled apologetically at the nun.

“I am sorry, but I have my orders from my master. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Her eyes filled with panic when Hannah grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up, practically dragging her to the back of the room.

“W-wait, what are you doing? No, no, please!”

She locked eyes with you briefly, anger suddenly flooding her. “This...this is all your fault! If that woman never took me from the convent, I would have never been kicked out. I wish I never crossed paths with you!”

You slightly laughed at her as Hannah pulled her behind a pillar, her attempts to flee being futile.

“Blaming a demon for your own sins? How typical.”

Not even a second later, you heard her blood-curdling screams as a slicing sound cut through the air.

Beside you, Uriel sucked the air from his teeth. “That sounded like more than a papercut.”

A slow grin crept onto your face as you listened to her screams.

“Enjoy hell. Bitch.”

He looked at you, eyes narrowed. “You have some serious problems, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes at him as Hannah emerged seconds later, the nun nowhere in sight, but there was what you assumed to be her heart dripping blood in Hannah’s hand.

You watched her curiously as she moved in your direction toward a large object that was covered up with a red cloth. In one swift motion, she tore it off. Uriel tensed up when he saw what it was.

You eyed the black instrument closely, taking the outside details in until she opened it up and dropped the freshly cut out heart into the spirals of the inside.

Briefly, the instrument glowed but didn’t remain the bright light it had shown.

You scoffed. “Well, would you look at that? It doesn’t work.”

Beside you, Uriel cleared his throat. When you looked at him, he gave a guilty smile. “Actually, um...the instrument requires something else. Not just a demonically marked human sacrifice. I may have forgotten to mention it.”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “Oh really? You’re telling me this now? Great, what else is needed then?”

“The heart is what powers it.” Hannah’s eyes moved over to Pluto. “But the blood of a demon hound is what is needed to activate it.”

Your jaw clenched as Pluto’s large eyes stared at you, a howl erupting from him in despair.

Your fists tightened in your bounds. The blood was almost entirely gone by now, but you were still not strong enough to break apart. All you could do was watch as Hannah placed her knee on Pluto’s back, a blade emerging from her sleeve.

You leaped forward, but the shackles on your waist forced to stay put. Hannah noticed what you tried to do, but it didn’t stop her from continuing her actions. She flipped Pluto over on his back and brought the tip of the blade to his stomach.

You continued to squirm, ignoring the pain of the metal pressing into your flesh. But it was no use.

She cut deep into the center of his back, the howls of pain that came from him were enough to break your heart. Well, if you had one.

Hannah smeared her hand all over his back, soaking up as much of his blood as possible. Pluto had tears in his eyes as his entire body shook.

After a minute, Hannah stood and moved back to the instrument. She allowed the blood to fall into the interior. It only took one drop for the entire device to light up. At that moment, you could feel the power emanating from it.

She briefly glanced at you as she closed it once again and grabbed the red cloth beside her, covering every inch of the black build.

With a push, she rolled it toward the door she had entered through, only stopping to address both of you.

“My master will come for you when he is ready. I’d advise you to not try anything, it won’t go well for you if you do.”

And with that, she left the room with the deadly instrument in her grasp. The moment she shut the door behind her, you smiled at Pluto.

“Are you alright boy?”

He weakly smiled back at you and nodded, adding a cute woof to his actions. You scooted a little to place your bound hands in front of him.

“Good. Now, do you think you can tear through this contraption with those canines of yours?”

He barked happily and extended his neck. Within a minute, he had managed to chew through the chain that held everything together. You threw your head back as you pulled down your fists, which instantly snapped what remained.

You stood up and untied the rope around Pluto’s hands. Once you did, however, Pluto jumped onto you, his legs wrapping around your waist as he licked your cheek.

You giggled as you pet his head. “Good job, Pluto.”

Hearing a loud whistle of annoyance, you frowned at Uriel, who was looking at you expectantly. “I hate to break up whatever it is you’re doing, but I would like my awesome powers back if you don’t mind.”

Sighing, you moved over to break open his handcuffs. You couldn’t help but stare at the words you couldn’t read, silently telling yourself to take some time to study up on the Enochian language.

“You seem to be having a moment over there. Would you like some privacy with them?”

You couldn’t hide the smile that came on your lips at Uriel’s comment and you threw the cuffs back at him as you stood up.

Your smile dropped as you looked at Uriel. “Alright, angel. Tell me everything you know about that device.”

●●●

Music and merriment filled the atmosphere of the ballroom. The guests continued to happily dance the night away down to the last second the notes played.

The moment the band ceased their playing, the couples across the dance floor became idle and started to chat amongst themselves.

However, all attention moved to the center of the room once Hannah emerged, wheeling out her deadly surprise.

Lau lifted his head up and gazed at it curiously. “Oh?”

The servants stood beside him, their eyes also on the newcomer and her hidden object. Mey-Rin pursed her lips. “What’s in there?”

Finny smiled wide. ”An instrument maybe?”

Lau hummed as she stopped in the middle of the room and removed the covering, revealing the black box. ”This is a surprise. I certainly didn’t expect to see that here tonight.”

Soma stared at Lau in confusion while she opened it and sat herself down on a chair beside it.

”See what? You know what that is?”

Lau didn’t seem to acknowledge his question and they all instead watched Hannah as she licked her fingers. Even sticking them down her throat which earned a few gushes of attraction from the servants.

Moving her hands over the spirals of the inside, her foot pressed on the pedal connected to it, and immediately a hauntingly sweet sound began to play.

A few guests gathered around to get a better listen in admiration. All was well until Soma suddenly crouched down, his hands covering his ears in pain.

Ayani noticed this and ran to his side, only to collapse beside him in pain as well. ”M-My prince!”

Suddenly, the entire crowd of people erupted into shrieks and cries of pain, attempting to cover their ears as Hannah played.

Soma managed to look back at Hannah and her instrument. ”W...what’s happening?”

●●●

Sebastian was smiling down at Ciel as he continued to catch his breath. But his smile faded away as his ears picked up a faint ringing sound in the distance.

“Master. Cover your ears.”

Ciel looked at him weirdly. ”My ears? Why?”

Not even a few seconds later, Ciel found out what he meant when the sharp pain in his ears erupted a cry from him. His hands covered his ears as Sebastian ran over to put his own over them.

”What is that horrid noise?”

Sebastian looked into the distance in the direction of the manor. ”I haven’t heard it in a while. At least a hundred years, I believe. It seems to be coming from the Trancy manor.”

Ciel grabbed tightly onto Sebastian’s arm and looked at him. ”Then let’s go! We need to get back to the ball!”

Sebastian smiled at him, a worry-free look on his face. ”Don’t worry, master. Fortunately, someone I trust who is very capable is at the dance this evening.”

●●●

“What do you mean there’s nothing we can do?”

Your sharp tone made Pluto jump slightly but it only made Uriel shrug.

“Well, it’s as I said. There’s nothing we can do. I don’t know what’s so hard to understand about that.”

Your fists gripped his shirt tightly, pulling him off the ground as you you stared into his eyes. “I’m not in the mood for any games, Uriel. Tell me how to stop the device.”

He sighed and gently removed your hand from his shirt, falling back on the ground when he did. He smoothed down the wrinkles you had created and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry. I forgot how hard of hearing you demons are. Let me make it simple for you.”

He got up in your face, his mouth moving dramatically with his words. “There. Is. Nothing. We. Can. Do. Capiche?”

He moved his hands in front of your face flamboyantly. “The sound it creates completely corrupts the mind of any human that comes near it. It was created by humans. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

You furrowed your eyebrows which was his sign that you didn’t. “Well, Abigail, if the sound was purposely made to corrupt and control minds, don’t you think they made it purposely impenetrable?”

You continued to stare at him in confusion. “What exactly are you saying?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh my gosh, what I’m saying is once the instrument is being played nothing will stop the sound from being heard, because the closer you are to it, the stronger the effect is. The player is untouchable and the only way to stop it at that point is to counteract the ingredients put in, which means you need the heart of a virgin and the blood of a holy man.”

Your jaw dropped as you rapidly blinked your eyes in disbelief. “You’re not serious, are you? We don’t have time to look for those ingredients.”

He threw his hands up in the air. “Way to state the obvious, Abigail. Honestly, what did you think I meant by ‘there’s nothing we can do’? It means we can’t do jack!”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to think up a way to protect the party guests, keep Ciel out of harms way, avoid fighting any of the demon servants or Hannah and not reveal what you really were over anything else.

Pluto’s head suddenly perked up and a few seconds after, that’s when you heard it. Your eyes opened back up as you stared at Uriel, who stared right back at you with worry on his face.

With a groan, you grabbed a costume that was laying on the ground and threw it to Pluto. “Pluto, I need you to get dressed, alright?”

With a woof, he turned and began doing as you said. You then walked to the door and gestured for Uriel to follow.

Once the two of you emerged from the hidden room, you spotted a balcony overlooking the ballroom.

You both got closer and hid behind a curtain in the archway of the balcony, allowing you to see the scene taking place.

Hannah sat in the center of the ballroom, playing the instrument while all the attendees surrounding her were clutching their heads. Their pain-filled cries echoed throughout the room and somewhere in the sea of people, you managed to spot the servants as well as Elizabeth and Soma covering their ears as well.

But beside them was Ayani, who seemed to be attacking the possessed party-goers. Some then began going around and hitting certain points of the servants’ necks, which resulted in them being able to no longer hear the sound.

You smiled as you watched them, but it dropped once Soma had begun to be surrounded by the guests that were still affected by it. Ayani was still caught up in fighting and didn’t notice. That was when you looked to Uriel with a smirk on your face.

“I think it’s time for plan b. If we can’t stop the noise, I guess we’ll just have to trump it.”

You removed your torn gloves, revealing your faded contract mark as well as your black nails, and pointed to the kitchen.

“Go and fill as many glasses of water as possible. I need to see something.”

Uriel didn’t give any snarky remark and only ran off to do as you requested. You walked up to the balcony and watched Hannah’s movements more while listening intently to the sound she played. And honestly, if a demon could have a distinct sound, that would be it. Dark, ominous and sinister, yet inviting and incredibly attractive. But it was as empty as a void and it made you feel cold all over.

That’s when it hit you. Humans had created it to corrupt other humans. Buy molding it out of the embodiment of a demon. But if it were to be made as an embodiment of human nature, it would be the opposite.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Uriel’s blurred figure came, placing each glass of water along the rim of the railing.

Once he finished, he looked at you, anxious to see what you would do. “Alright, now what?”

You looked into the water of the glasses and took a deep breath before exhaling. You spread your hands and delicately began to slide your fingers over the rims of the glasses. Your eyes closed as a warm feeling covered your entire body.

Slowly, a strong sound emerged from where you stood that covered the entire manor.

●●●

Soma shrieked as he was enveloped by the crowd of infected guests, ducking down as he covered his head. And he waited, only to notice that every person had frozen in their spot.

“Prince Soma!”

He turned his head to see Ayani running over to him. She crouched down and picked him up, pulling him away from the crowd. Tears filled her eyes as she looked him over.

“Prince Soma! You’re Highness! Are you alright, my prince?”

He smiled at her and patted her back. ”Yes, Ayani. But what is happening?”

He glanced around at the room, seeing everyone still as a statue, and he realized something had happened. ”The sound has changed.”

From not too far away, he heard Finny shout out and point up. ”Look! It’s Y/N!”

All the persons you were acquainted with gazed up at you in awe as you moved from glass to glass, seemingly in a trance by your own music.

Finny smiled widely as he watched you. ”I feel all peaceful-like somehow.”

Mey-Rin clapped her hands together. ”It’s very relaxing!”

Ayani couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.

”This is magnificent. Y/N’s music is merging perfectly with hers. Transforming the quality of the sound. Her threatening, ominous playing becomes a melody full of warmth and kindness...such a complete change is incredible!”

The tears that had threatened to fall before began streaming down her cheeks as she rubbed her hands in a praying motion. ”We are blessed to be able to witness such purity in a performer. True beauty! What a transcendence...thank you, Y/N.”

●●●

Your eyes opened when your ears heard Hannah start to play her instrument more aggressively as if she was trying to overpower you. You narrowed your eyes at this and your body swayed faster now, moving in a blur as you played every single glass in a specific order, making the sound come out fuller and warmer.

Mey-Rin sighed dreamily, a blush coming on her cheeks when she watched your body move. “She plays like some sort of goddess…”

You felt the vibrations of your glasses become stronger as you played and your eyes snapped over to Hannah when the instrument sparked on the inside. Not even a few seconds later, the glass coils of it shattered, sending Hannah falling to the ground as shards flew all around her.

Slowly, your fingers grew softer and your body sopped moving. The sound dies out and it became completely silent as your fingertip slid on the remaining glass rim.

Seconds passed with the room dead quiet. And then it erupted in applause and cheer. You glanced down at the many people that stood to look up at you, praising you for your performance as if they had completely forgotten that they were just being controlled.

You smiled down at them before climbing over the railing and jumping down. You landed directly beside Hannah and you stayed in the crouched position had you landed in to whisper into her ear.

“The performance wouldn’t have been the same without your help. I thank you, Hannah.”

Afterward, you moved to straighten up, but her voice made you stop.

”You won’t win.”

You chuckled at her words and leaned closer into her. “I find it amusing that you continue to underestimate me. It’ll make my victory all the more enjoyable.”

She stayed quiet which was enough for you to stand up and walk over to the servants. From the corner of your eye you spotted Ciel and Sebastian enter the room, coming over to the servants as well. This made you stop in your tracks.

You avoided looking at Sebastian as an uneasy feeling settled in your body.

“So that’s what you meat by plan b. I admit, it was pretty good.”

You tiredly laughed when Uriel appeared beside you, nudging you in the side. “Which is why I’m glad I chose to join you.”

Your eyebrow raised at him. “Join me? What do you mean?”

He smirked and tipped his hat at you. “This isn’t a one-time thing, y’know. I actually think you’ll add some spice to my life. And I am your warden, after all. I think we will both benefit from me staying by your side.”

He grabbed your shoulder and squished you into a side hug. “Say hello to your new bestie!”

You sighed and shook your head, but yours and his attention moved to Ciel and Sebastian when they walked up to you. Your back instantly became straighter and your hands folded behind your back.

“Ah. There you are, master. I grew worried when I noticed you had left. I am glad that you were safe from what transpired here, though.”

Ciel didn’t respond and only eyed you cautiously. “The servants tell me it was you who managed to put a stop to it.”

You grinned at him. “Of course, sir. If I couldn’t stop a horrible event such as this, what kind of cat would I be?”

His eyes widened and a blush crept onto his face when he remembered the outfit you still had on. “Yes, well...at any rate, how did you not become affected by it?”

You chuckled as your eyes shifted to Sebastian, a coldness clear within them.

“Simple, Ciel. I completely eliminated every trace of the negative demonic sound that tried to penetrate me. I had it briefly and it left me feeling angry and used so I ignored it and focused on myself.”

Sebastian tilted his head in confusion at your words, his eyes landing on the arm that was still around your shoulder. You could practically hear his jaw clench as he looked at Uriel.

He hummed, a proud smile coming on his lips as he crossed his arms. ”Then tell me, what was that instrument she was playing?”

Uriel leaned forward as he held up a finger to explain.

”That was a glass harmonica. It was popular in the 18th Century. Some call it the voice of the angels while others feel it disturbed the mind of those who heard it. Thus, it fell into the dark corners of history as a demon’s instrument.”

Ciel, who had seemed to completely ignore Uriel’s presence glared at him. “And who might you be?”

His eyebrows shot up as he glanced at you and pulled the brim of his hat over his eyes. “Oh, me? I’m no-one special, but you can call me Uriel.”

When his name left his tongue, Sebastian’s eyes snapped to you questioningly.

You smiled and looked at Uriel. “Yes, if it wasn’t for my new friend here, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. I think he would be a valuable ally, my lord. Please know that I trust and vouch for him.”

Ciel eyed him suspiciously but didn’t say anything further. “Right. If you say so, Y/N. Anyway, this harmonica, why would someone play such a thing at a costume ball?”

”As a diversion for my guests.”

You all turned at the sound of a new voice. And the air became tense when you spotted Alois, his butler, and his trio of demonic servants walking into the room.

He smiled royally at his audience. ”Ladies and gentlemen, please accept my sincere apologies for being late. I am Alois Trancy. I’m so honored that you came!”

He stopped once he passed by Hannah, who was still on the floor with broken glass surrounding her. You noticed the side-eye he gave her before addressing the guests. ”I see that you enjoyed the entertainment while I was away and I’m relieved that it was to your liking.”

The guests all seemed to start talking amongst themselves again as the servants of the manor cleaned up the mess that was made and dragged Hannah away. Uriel removed his arm from you when Alois and Claude came up to the four of you, his smile still on his face as he looked directly at you.

”That performance was amazing. I must say, you have a true talent for music, Y/N.”

You glanced down in embarrassment. “Oh, my. I cannot accept such praise. I am simply one hell of a maid.”

Ciel gave you an odd look at your statement but Alois only continued to smile as he turned to him.

”Yes, she is quite a servant. A beautiful one at that. You are lucky, Earl Phantomhive.”

Ciel glanced at you before looking back at Alois. ”Yes. I suppose I am.”

You bit back your smile at his compliment right before Sebastian stepped forward and looked down at Ciel.

”Master. I would like a word with Claude if it wouldn’t trouble you. It wouldn’t take terribly long.”

Your face fell as you were forced to stare at Sebastian, that bad feeling returning in your being. He noticed you staring and smiled as if telling you not to worry.

If only he knew that was the last thing you’d feel for him right now.

Alois laughed and turned to Claude. ”He can do that. Right, Claude?”

Alois turned so Ciel couldn’t hear. But what you heard him say made you want to roll your eyes.

”Ten minutes, Claude. I want you to settle this quickly. If you can’t do that, you’ll be punished.”

Claude gave a curt nod. “Yes, your highness.”

Ciel scoffed as he and Sebastian shared a look. ”Fine, but do it swiftly, understood?”

Sebastian smiled sweetly at him. ” Why, yes, my young lord.”

Your jaw clenched as you watched them walk away. But when you caught the look Ciel was giving you, you smirked.

“May I help you master?”

He placed a hand on his hip and narrowed his eyes. “So…”

He clicked his tongue. “You mind telling me what exactly is going on between you and my butler, Y/N?”

#black butler #black butler fanfic #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis #demon!reader

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My Grandma Rates FE3H Students (and Jeritza)

My grandma knows that I play this game a lot, and so I decided to get her opinions of the characters. Yes, I know that sometimes her rating doesn’t match up with what she said. Yes, I know that she gave her favorite characters lower ratings than others. These are the numbers she gave me, I’m not gonna argue with her.————————————————————

Annette: 4/10

She likes Annette’s pre time-skip look, but not her post time-skip look. I told her that Annette what a mage, and then explained that a mage is a person who uses magic. She said, “She needs to magic herself back to looking how she used to.”

Ashe: 7/10

She thinks Ashe is handsome. I told her he was an archer, and she said he shoots arrows right into her heart. I told her about Lonato and how I had to kill him, and she asked me if Ashe knew that I did it. I told her he did, and she asked if it was because his dad got mean. I told her he was rebelling, and she said that was okay because I know right from wrong.

Bernadetta: 8/10 (because she had a hard life)

She thinks Bernadetta is pretty. I told her about what her father did, and she said that I could kill him and it would be alright. I told her he got placed under house arrest and she said that is good because you shouldn’t mistreat children. She then asked if this was from that game that I’ve been playing forever and commented that it’s “brought me a lot of pleasure.”

Caspar: 5/10

She asked me, “What happened to him?” Then just told me Caspar looks not too good when I asked her what she meant. After talking about what his personality, she said, “He’s a wild child.”

Claude: 9/10

She likes Claude and was excited to see him because knows that I like him a lot. I talked about his backstory and personality. I told her he schemes sometimes, but she says that’s okay because he’s gotta take care of himself. She also had a brother-in-law named Claude.

Dedue: 6/10

She thought that Dedue was scary because he looked mad at the world. I explained that he was very good and talked about what happened to him. I also let her know about his hobbies. At first she said, “Meeting him in the dark would not be good,” but she has since changed her mind.

Dimitri: 4/10

Upon seeing Dimitri pre time-skip, she said, “Oh boy!” Then, she saw him post time-skip and said, “Ew. He went downhill.” I told her that he struggled with mental health, but she said she’s very glad he gets better. She doesn’t know how to feel about him.

Dorothea: 3/10

She thinks Dorothea is pretty. I explained stuff about her childhood and told her that she tends to be flirtatious because she thinks no one will support her once she gets old. She said that it is good that she wants someone to support her in life. That’s all she really said.

Edelgard: 9/10

She really likes the name Edelgard, but says she wouldn’t name her child that. She thinks she’s a little unusual. I told her about her backstory. She also thinks she is conniving, but only because she has to be.

Felix: 10/10 (because he’s handsome)

She thinks Felix is really handsome. I told her about his life and she said that he’s lived a hard one. She also asked if I thought he was handsome, and I said yes.

Ferdinand: 3/10

She said Ferdinand is cute, but doesn’t know how to smile. I told her he’s a noble and can be a little bit vain and sort of looks down on commoners. She said, “Well, you get over it, Mr Ferdinand.”

Hubert: 5/10 (only because he protects Edelgard)

She thought Hubert was missing half of his face at first and exclaimed “Oh my god!” at the sight of him. She asked if he was bad or good, and I told her about how he threatens the player and those who he believes is a threat to Edelgard, so he’s kind of bad. I told her I can’t explain why I like him, but I do. She said there are some people who you meet that aren’t perfect, but you still like them. I also said he’s the person you wouldn’t want to meet in the dark. She almost rated him 0/10.

Ignatz: 8/10

She thinks he’s cute. I told her he wants to be an artist, and she said he should be, “because if you don’t do what you like you’ll always be wanting.”

Ingrid: 7/10

She thinks she’s pretty. I told her about her backstory, and she said it’s good that she knows what she wants and she’ll have to try hard to get what she wants.

Linhardt: 5/10

She thinks he’s cute. I told her I married him in my first route, then she asked if he was good. I told her yes, and she told me that was good and told me not to marry people that aren’t good. I told her about how he wanted to world Thunderbrand despite the danger of becoming a demonic beast, so now she thinks he’s “kind of wild.”

Lorenz: 9/10

She said his haircut is better the second time and the first time it looked like a bowl on his head. She’s happy that he cares about commoners and grows as a person. She also likes him because he’s my sibling’s favorite. She says it’s okay that he’s a little vain because that’s better than being evil.

Leonie: 8/10

She thinks she’s a girl that knows what she wants and that she’s a good person. She also likes her new hairdo.

Lysethia: 10/10

She thinks she’s pretty, as asked if she was a nice kid. I said kinda, and she said that’s okay because you can’t be perfect.

Marianne: 10/10

She likes Marianne’s name a lot and feels bad that she had a hard life. She said she needs to hang in there and that she’s cute.

Mercedes: 9/10

She asked if Mercedes was good, and was happy to know that she is very good. She said she sounds like a very nice character.

Petra: 7/10

She asked if she was good and was glad when I told her that she was. She thinks she looks nice, and that she’s one of the best ones she’s heard about because some of the characters are evil.

Sylvain: 6/10

She saw Sylvain and said, “Ooh! He’s got wild hair! A red headed wild child!” I explained that he’s a flirt, but that’s likely because he craves attention due to the fact that he lived a difficult life. She said he sounded complex.

Raphael: 6/10 (because she feels bad that he looks like an old man)

She said Raphael was an old man. I told her he was not, and she was surprised. She then said “sorry, old man” to Raphael, then promptly apologized again. I told her about his backstory and how he was very friendly, but she said she didn’t have anything to say about him other than he looks old. Then she called him an old man again.

Jeritza: 5/10

She thinks his armor is scary and thought he was a monster. She said it made him look like “a horrid looking person.” I explained his backstory, and she said he’s wild and there’s a lot to take in with him. She said he can’t be that bad if he likes ice cream, though. ————————————————————

She told me her favorites were Marianne, Claude, and Edelgard. She said it was easy for her to remember them because she liked their names.

Her least favorites are Hubert and Jeritza. She referred to them as “the boy with the hair who was mean” and “the one who had his monster picture.”

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loyalflutist · 5 years

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First Kiss (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Challenge: Edeleth Twitter Week (09/29/2019 - 10/05/2019) Day 5: First Kiss

A/N: It’s self-explanatory. A bit on the shorter side since I had to type this directly on the AO3 site.

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First meet

It was a horrid scene. Compared to Claude and Dimitri, Edelgard was easy to waver from fatigue. Their breaths were fast, their heart thumping powerfully against their chest. Every single glance over their shoulders inched them closer and closer to their demise. The bandit's leader and his goons were chasing after the house leaders. For what reason? They were not sure. However, what was clear was the opposing force's intention to slaughter them. Swords and axes glimmered from the moonlight; the pair hoping to sink its blade into their sturdy flesh. A shudder ran down their spine. One strike and they were out.

Fortunately, Edelgard and the others bumped into Jeralt and Byleth.

The duo stared at the exhausted trio. Sweat shone on their damp skin, their hues were shaky from the instinctual dashing. Edelgard's chest heaved as Dimitri pleaded for help.

"I apologize for the sudden request, but we need your help to chase away the bandits."

Jeralt's features firmed. He examined the three students with little remorse for their situation. Edelgard slowed her breathing, a hand placed on her chest. The man didn't trust them... but that is to be expected. If she recalled correctly, this man was once a member of the Knights of Seiros. Powerful and spectacular. His existence brought meaning to the battlefield. However, records had mentioned his disappearance and abrupt leave from the order. The fact that he stood before them as a leader of the mercenary group speaks volumes of his enigmatic history.

The white-haired straightened her posture the instant his sight landed on her. He blinked. Then, he shot a glance over at his daughter. Though no words were exchanged, she nodded. This caused Jeralt to shake his head and motioned a hand in the air.

"We'll help you."

Edelgard could not help but mention how kind the teal-haired was. She did have an oblivious look on her face... Not that it mattered. Byleth approached the trio and muttered,

"I'm Byleth."

Dimitri and Claude exchanged their names; the Adrestian Empire's princess was the last to respond.

"I'm Edelgard von Hresvelg from the Adrestian Empire."

First save

Edelgard was always saving herself. No one was able to save her. Not her father... Not her siblings... Not her mother... Not even Hubert. No one had been able to step in and grab her from the darkness. And when someone reaches out to her, they were immediately cut off from her life. It was as if fate mocked the poor student. Fate suggested that isolation is her only friend.

The conflict had slowly died down to its finale. It was a predictable battle. Byleth and Jeralt showcased tremendous strength during the battle. Their raw capabilities were so overpowered, the entire exchange was one-sided.

"Die!"

Edelgard snapped her head to the right. The bandit's leader rushed in her direction, his axe raised high in the air. She cursed herself for losing her own iron axe in the midst of conflict. It appears that she had no choice but to make use of the dagger. Her hand rested on the handle. One fluid motion slicked the small blade out of its sheath. Horizontally aimed at the rapidly approaching man, her brows furrowed and she grits her teeth.

Until Byleth popped into her sight. At first... it felt like deja vu. There was a visual flash of the older woman pushing away Edelgard; the heavy weapon that the foe possessed planted into the female's back. Yet none of that became a reality. Instead, a swift flick of Byleth's wrist sent the gruff man backward, his axe wildly flying in the same direction. His cries were shortly muffled once his back smacked against the grassy ground. Byleth puffed out air and lowered her tense shoulders, her sword still aimed at the enemy. Edelgard, on the other hand, had her eyes wide open and jaw slacked.

First teacher

Originally, the Black Eagles had a professor. It was a young male in his late-20s. He was gentle and sweet, but had little control over his sympathetic nature. Maybe it was a little too sympathetic as his personality led to his downfall. A trip to the woods for training during the first week of school went haywire for the class. They were to be taught about terrains, not how to get lost in one. Their professor disappeared from their life permanently the instant they bumped into an old woman.

"I will be back soon, everyone. I need to walk her out of the woods."

Such a statement was unheeded. He never returned afterward.

The students used their perceptive skills to navigate themselves out of the dreaded premise. Should they linger any longer, perhaps large beasts lurk in the dark, their mouth salivating with anticipation of a new meal. From that day onward, they were unable to locate nor find a new professor. Rhea promised them one, but it had been another week full of nothing more than self-taught courses. Manuela and Hanneman tried their best to teach the third house, but they were overwhelmed with the two other houses.

"Oh, I did not expect you to be our professor."

Byleth nodded, her dull navy hues staring directly at Edelgard's. They stood inside of the classroom, the two awaiting for the other Black Eagle's students to meet-and-greet the instructor. Edelgard placed a hand on her hip and faintly smiled. It would be a lie to say that she was not happy about the older female's decision. She had chosen the right house to teach.

"I look forward to having you as our teacher."

"..."

"You're a quiet one, aren't you?"

A tilt of the head and emotionless features said plenty about the rhetorical question.

First compliment

It came from the left field. Had it not been for Ferdinand's constant "I am Ferdinand von Aegir" slogan, Edelgard would have thought she was dreaming.

They had been fighting for some time now, and the months on the calenders began to crawl by at a fast pace. The third month in and the students are already being treated as if they were soldiers for the Church of Seiros. The Black Eagles were given special tasks that only they were capable of handling. Perhaps this is due to their esteemed professor and ability to teach her students as well-rounded fighters.

"Good job, Edelgard."

The praise was merely due to a quick dodge attempt from an archer's line of sight, but it was the first compliment she's received from Byleth. Something about it just made her giddy on the inside.

First hug

Nightmares had always plagued the poor female. Horrors of her past constantly haunt her to no end. It didn't matter if she drank herbal tea bitter enough to rattle a knight in hopes of curing those dark dreams, it never went away. She would always bolt upright on the mattress, her entire figure trembling violently as she tightly gripped ahold of her blanket.

It was never going to end, was it?

Alas, it had gotten slightly better with the presence of a familiar figure she dearly respects.

Byleth embraced the young girl into a hug. From what Edelgard could tell, no one has ever seen the older female hug anyone, save it for her own father. Was it out of pity? If it was, there were other alternatives for the teal-haired to express comfort. Skinship was something Byleth rarely cooperated with. Even Dorothea had trouble teasing and fooling around with the professor. Byleth was either too dense or outright rejects the notion. Yet here she is, pulling Edelgard into her chest. Protective arms wrapped around the shaking student as she whispered,

"I'm here for you."

First crush

Edelgard was never one to think twice about romance. Dorothea had spurred the topic to mind, but it had only existed as an afterthought. There was no time for love. She had much to do in her lifetime, and there was a time limit to everything in her plan. Should she overstep her boundaries and miss the deadline, she would have failed her personal agenda. Failure was never an option for the future emperor.

But a crush... She crushed hard on Byleth.

The young student cast aside the turbulent emotions that swirled within her core. At least, she tried to. The hurricane settled inside of her beating organ, and it managed to wreck havoc every single time her eyes laid upon the professor. Those toned muscles... Those faint scars that littered her exposed legs and arms... Those twinkles that gleamed from the corner of her eyes... The curvature of her hips... The gentle, but fleeting touches from her... Little details that one would normally gloss over were sticking out from Byleth.

Has she gone mad?

First confession

Confessions were not her forte. She had been proposed before, but never had it been the other way around. Lysithea and Dorothea assisted the white-haired in her ambition to deliver a heart-warming letter and a message to the older woman. They prepped her, trained her, and most importantly, taught her the right words to say. After all, it would be bad if Edelgard unintentionally friendzoned the professor! The intensive training eventually paid off as she made an appointment for a private tutoring session with Byleth.

There was no one to interrupt them. (Thanks to Lysithea and Dorothea booting everyone away from the closed Black Eagle's lecture hall.) It was the perfect opportunity to strike. Edelgard lowered her head, her cheeks flushed. She fiddled with the white envelope from behind her back. Compared to the practice sessions held by her friends, the real deal was harder to achieve. Edelgard gulped once she spotted Byleth raising a brow. She had to speak now or forever remain silent. The answer was clear as a day between the two options.

"I love you, my teacher."

"..."

"...Do you mean it?"

Edelgard nodded. "Yes. I would never say something without meaning behind them." She extended the letter to the ex-mercenary. "This is for you."

First kiss

Out of all her firsts, this one was the most special. If there was one memory she would want to retain for the rest of her life, it was when their lips pressed among each other. The first kiss was quiet and tranquil. Perhaps it was a little too slow for the first go too. Nonetheless, it held a remarkable place in her mind. Their hot bated breaths were slightly visible after the honeyed smooch. They kissed in the field, free of their responsibilities, if only for a temporary.

Then, they chuckled and leaned on each other's forehead.

"I love you, El."

"I love you too, Byleth."

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dandelionflower · 5 years

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Felix Month

Day 29: Crossover AU

(… I don’t do crossovers well)

King Adrien Arthur, the holder of the magical sword Plagg, granted to him by the wizard Merlin Fu and the Lady of the Lake, Nathalie, had a round table of knights with one empty spot.

All of the noble warriors of Felix’s town had tried their hand at the seat, each one was burned by the magic wooden chair.

He couldn’t bring himself to care, he had a war to win. His sword clashed with that of famous berserker, Stoneheart. The knights of the horrid Hawkmoth were valid adversaries, almost a challenge for Felix.

The mage Allegra was trying her best to slow the on coming forces whilst dodging throwing stars from the hidden Lady Wifi.

Claude, bless his infiltration techniques, was gathering information and sabotaging as many plans as he could.

They just had to hold on as Mercury, their swift footed deliverer, got to King Adrien’s palace and convinced him to sent reinforcements.

He turned his mind back to his adversary. Berserkers would fight until they were chopped to pieces, and Stoneheart was notorious for gaining strength with every blow.

He would have to trap him.

He dropped to the ground as the next swing came, wrapping a length of rope around his ankles. Felix then darted around Stoneheart, tightening the rope as he went along. Finally, as he fell, Felix grabbed the sword from his hands and stabbed him.

“Allegra!” He shouted. “Let the next one through!”

“No,” Another voice came from behind him. “Let them all through.” It was Kagami, the king’s most adept commander. The order of the Miraculous had come.

She pulled out her sword. “I would keep Stoneheart’s sword if I were you, much better that the one you had.”

“I agree.” He spun the sword over his head in a wide arc, ending the life of the akuma Vanisher.

“Well, we shouldn’t sang here gabbing like chamber maids, let’s join the battle.”

“Let’s.”

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The battle didn’t last long. The order of the miraculous decimated the akumas. It was clear though, that Kagami had her hands full commanding both the Ladybug troop and the Dragon troop. When he offered assistance, she firmly refused.

“The Dragon troop is mine to command, and I would die before I let a random soldier take charge of the Ladybug troop. That is for the soldier who fills out empty seat.” She spoke firmly as she watched the troops retreat.

“Though, That may be you.” The king.

Felix dropped to a kneel alongside Kagami. “Your highness.”

“Please, call me Adrien! As I was saying, you showed a great deal of strength in battle, I suspect that you might be the leader of the Ladybug troop. Mind coming with us and giving it a try?”

“As you wish, my king.”

“Adrien.”

“Adrien.” He amended.

“And what is your name?”

Felix stood tall. “Felix. Felix Lancelot.”

“Well, Felix Lancelot, grab your horse and join us on the trip back to Camelot. I’m sure we’ll be great friends.”

(Not really a crossover, but… idk, I might want to continue it)

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luna-memoria · 5 years

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Summer lights

I finally wrote Felibug. I am exhausted. But Felibug. Hooray. Enjoy the read, friends.

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Felix hated summer nights sometimes. No, scratch that, he kinda hated them all the time, because he usually found himself restless on hot nights, then before he knew it he'd find himself wide awake again, sitting on the couch either having waken up after a horrible nightmare or never having a bat of sleep at all in the first place.

It sucked. Summer nights sucked.

He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. Bright, red digits spelling 2.39 A.M. stared back at him, and he sighed, walking over to the window and swinging it open, allowing a soft breeze to enter. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a brief flashback to the one time he went to the rooftop of Bridgette's home as Chat to drop her off.

After finding her in an alleyway, of all places, he sulked in his mind. That girl had promised to (try) keep away from trouble, but something in Felix told him that she wasn't quite planning to follow his words.

Rarely anyone did. He didn't blame them.

He shooed the thought away and let his mind come back to the window before him. He thought of Bridgette, who sat on her rooftop when she couldn't sleep, who had practically pitched a tent up on her rooftop because she went up there too many times for her to not try and make herself comfortable. Well, these were things he knew because he passed by the building she lived in on his 'nighttime town exploring' a little too often, at least more that he should.

His sight travelled to the tall tree right outside his window.

An incredibly stupid idea came into his head.

He was still in his pajamas (not really, but it's a grey T-shirt and some loose but comfy pants, and those are… probably not the kind of thing you'd want to be wearing when you're trying to carry out your newly gained Very Stupid Plan, but whatever, he's not changing just for this), and Plagg was comfortably snuggled up on his pillow.

Minutes later he found himself sitting crossed legged on his rooftop, a job that had way too little difficulty than he expected. His bad luck had made him a little more clumsy than he used to be, and that was one of the most horrid things that could possibly happen to you when you're constantly being chased by some villain's minion across the rooftop. Maybe that was why the job was so easy. He got better. That was a surprise.

But still, he thought as he moved his hands along the cool metal he was sitting on, this doesn't nearly compare to sitting on Bridgette's rooftop.

But it's not like you could pitch a tent here and get a stool and tea, a voice laughed at him. He didn't try to think of a counter, because he knew - he didn't know what his father would do, if he ever saw Felix here - instead leaning back a bit to get a better view of the sky. There was no moon or stars, just pitch black against city lights.

He didn't quite see how this night could get better for him.

"Rough night?"

It took him a rough three seconds to process that indeed, that was not Plagg speaking, not anyone else speaking, because it was a girl's voice. And he nearly toppled off the roof when he turned around to see a familiar face.

"Oh my god," exclaimed Ladybug with wide eyes as she tried to grab onto his arm. "You okay? I'm sorry I scared you."

Felix didn't reply immediately, too busy staring back at her and thinking to himself yes, this is real, you are not hallucinating, Felix, Ladybug is Here.

But what could he possibly say? Oh hey! I'm actually your superhero partner and that's why I'm not freaking out over a stranger that suddenly appeared on my rooftop!

Or, didn't you say we should keep our contact with other people to a minimal so we don't get our identities potentially busted?

Or, is jumping around town in the middle of the night a hobby of yours?

Yeah, he probably shouldn't say that. Couldn't either.

Instead, he settled for shaking his head lightly while trying to avoid eye contact with her. "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting anyone."

She looked vaguely amused. "Wow. Um, I actually expected you to be really surprised or weirded out at someone just randomly appearing here. But only after I actually greeted you!" she corrected herself frantically. "Sorry if you got weirded out."

He shook his head, trying to repress a grin. Ladybug, apologizing to him because she was scared that he got weirded out by her? That was something. She never seemed to make any mistakes, never mind any like this. "It's okay. I know you anyway."

"You know me?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Not really. But I have known for a while that there's someone taking care of all these strange occurrences in town lately. I just assumed you're the person."

She nodded. "That makes sense."

"Why are you here?"

"Well, I saw you sitting out here. Thought it was kinda weird for me to just past by and not say something."

"I suppose. I just needed some fresh air - but then sitting here doesn't really give me much."

"Why's that?"

He moved himself nearer to the edge of his seat carefully, allowing his legs to dangle. Ladybug did the same. He then pointed to the huge glass window across his front porch.

"That's my father's room," he said in a small voice.

"Oh. Does he not like it when you climb up here?"

"Probably. I don't do things like this. This is my first time climbing up here."

"Wow," she responded, before quickly adding, "I didn't mean for it to sound sarcastic."

He shrugged. "It's nothing."

"Do you want to go check out the town?" she asked, and Felix almost thought he saw light in her eyes. He understood what she meant, of course, but it would be too risky, spending time with her like this when he's got something to hide.

Something like the fact that he's actually her superhero partner in a weird catsuit.

"Pardon?"

"The town." She gestured to the lights in the city.

"What, you're gonna carry me?" He smiled, almost feeling like channeling his inner Chat, the one thing he shouldn't be doing.

A faint blush tainted her cheeks, embarrassment clear as she shooked her hand, "no-"

"I was just joking."

"From someone like you?"

Felix briefly considered saying something like you're hurting my feelings, bug! in an exaggerated tone. She would probably laugh at that. He would too, except he's not Chat now. Was Chat part of him now? He wasn't sure, but Chat definitely felt much more real than the character he created at the very beginning.

It was relaxing, actually, acting like that, pretending to be a carefree teenager and making jokes to her.

But he's Felix now, and Felix was too tired to think of amazing answers.

"…yeah, from someone like me." he muttered in a dry tone, looking down at himself. "Also, for that offer of yours - thank you, but I think I'll have to pass. I should probably get back to sleep. If I still want to go back to school without looking like a zombie."

She laughed at that last remark.

"I should probably go too," she said, getting to her feet and turning away. "I think I like it here. Do you mind if I come here sometimes?"

"I won't be up here that much, I'm afraid-" he said, but at the sight of her face dropping, he quickly added, "but you can just go knock on my window or something if you want to talk.

Ah yes, digging himself another hole. Just great. But Ladybug smiled at him, the kind of tired but sweet and content smile, and he felt his heart squeeze in a way he couldn't quite explain.

"I- well, thanks. It's been nice, talking with you."

"No one has ever said that to me."

She narrowed her eyes. "I'm sure that's not true."

"It is though." He shrugged.

"Then you should try talking to other people. I'm sure there are people who'd like to know you."

An image of Bridgette and her overly enthusiast friends flashed past his mind. He could see them - the loud and annoying Claude Haprele, oddly competitive but still nice Alan Mercier, and Allegra Bustier, his childhood friend he distanced himself from for… reasons he'd rather not recall.

"I'll think about that. Thank you."

She smiled again. "Good night, Felix."

She left, as silently as she came but not without a wave, and Felix felt like he could still see fluttering red ribbons from the corner of his eyes. She might come back for another visit, someday.

He was so, utterly screwed.

"Good night, Ladybug," he said to himself.

One day. One day he'll tell her.

But for now… it's enough.

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