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Dragon Raja V - Part 12

"From the moment Nono entered the warehouse, she used her profiling ability to reconstruct the character of Herzog in her mind.

She shuddered, twitching in her stomach, feeling like vomiting a little."

Crow opened the heavy iron door, "Tachibana Masamune, or what Herzog left behind is all here.”

Behind the door was a huge warehouse.

The warehouse was hidden in an inconspicuous place in Tokyo. It was troublesome to reach the door. Hadn’t Crow been there to lead the way, even if they knew there was a warehouse there, they would have been afraid of getting lost.

What Mingfei saw at first sight was a blood-stained black windbreaker, worn on a headless model, with a saber still hung around his waist.

Mingfei was a little dazed when the wind came from nowhere, and the corners of his clothes started waving.

“Those are the clothes of Chisei Gen." Mingfei said, "Why are they here?”

"Only a few people in the family know that Herzog is a demon. To the children of the lower class in the families, we said that the patriarch of the Tachibana family, Masamune Tachibana, died in the underground garage to save everyone." Crow said blankly. "So there is a fake tombstone of Masamune Tachibana behind the shrine where you live. The relics of him and the patriarch are kept together, and we call it the 'Teacher and Student Collection'. Sometimes people come here to pay their respects. “

Mingfei immediately understood the purpose of this. The Yamata no Orochi is an organization with many members. The most important thing to maintain such an organization running is its prestige. If the members of the low-level society know that the person who caused the disaster is actually the patriarch of the Tachibana family, then the prestige of the high-level families will be affected, and the family management will also be in trouble.

This is probably the world of adults, right? It's hilarious, it's clear that the current patriarchs wanted to drag this man out of his tombstone to kill him once again and then again, thousands of times, yet they were forced to come here and pay respects to him.

"It's okay to let everyone stay here to guard. If there is a devil in the world, with him guarding here, the ghost of Herzog won’t try to run out of here." Crow said and walked in, "Only these things are outside, the few things inside were all from Herzog’s collection. This guy was actually an avid collector, he gathered everything from Buddha statues of the Nara period to classical erotic paintings.

There are 5,000 rare books, 6,000 out-of-print vinyl records, eight Easter eggs made by Fabergé, the royal jeweler of the Tsar, and about 600 antique mechanical watches..."

Even without the introduction of Crow, Mingfei and Nono could also appreciate the huge collection of Herzog. They walked through the long corridor, with shelves as high as the roof on both sides, and the shelves were full of displays.

Western mythology says that dragons are creatures that love to collect treasures, and their lair should definitely look like this.

"Greedy," Nono whispered.

“That’s it? He was a greedy, mean, and disgusting bug!" said Crow coldly.

"What is this?" Mingfei pointed to a box on a table.

"I advise you not to open it, it's full of hair.”

"Hair?" Mingfei was taken aback.

"Old people like him have a very strong interest in women, and he would collect strands of women's hair. Don't get me wrong, those weren't love tokens, he often killed women in order to shut their mouths, he kept these hairs as trophies, like a cannibal tribe keeping the heads of their enemies," said Crow.

Nono shuddered, twitching in her stomach, feeling like vomiting a little.

From the moment she entered the warehouse, she used her profiling ability to reconstruct the character of Herzog in her mind, his knowledge, his cruelty, his greed, his madness, his despicableness... The amount of information almost made her explode.

It's like a jigsaw puzzle, it creates a terrifying face and frightens the people playing the game.

Nono felt that these conversations were not suitable for a young boy to listen, and turned to Zihang, who was cautiously following behind. "You go around, but don't mess with the things on the shelf."

Zihang nodded and turned around.

"These things will be helpful, but it's better to have written materials," Mingfei said, "diaries, research reports, manuscripts and the like.”

"Yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it." Crow opened the cover on the huge bookcase, a cabinet full of volumes, covered with thin dust.

"He is really a very rigorous researcher. He must take notes in everything. He seldom uses electronic archives and likes to write by hand, part of his information is stored with us and some with the Mou Kishu. Later, we both sent people, an investigation team was formed, and they were all found." Crow said, "Unfortunately, all the symbols used are shorthand, and we have not been able to interpret it.”

Nono drew out a volume, blew away the dust and opened it, read it attentively for a while, and shook her head.

"You can't read it, not because this guy used shorthand notation, but because these documents are very esoteric. Probably only experts at the same level as him can interpret these materials," Nono shrugged, “For example, there are only three individuals in the world who can read the legend of general relativity.”

"In his research field, there is probably no expert at the same level as him in the world." Crow said.

"But this is the clue." Nono said.

Crow was taken aback.

"Researchers in any field have achieved breakthroughs in the achievements of their predecessors. But this Herzog is very strange, he doesn't seem to need to use any of the achievements of his predecessors. Secretly, he has an understanding of the Dragon Clan that is way deeper than that of the Secret Party, and a deeper understanding of the White Queen than you, the actual descendants of Izanami, and he has also turned himself into a new White King." Nono glanced at Crow, "What is this person?”

"I remember, Mingfei also talked about it." Crow patted his head, "This guy knows so much, more than a scientist, he’s a fucking prophet!”

Nono glanced at Mingfei in surprise. Mingfei was looking at the other volume seriously, not paying attention to their conversation.

Nono and Mingfei had not discussed this matter, but Mingfei had already made similar inferences long before seeing the information. For Nono, who is good at profiling, it is not difficult to perceive this, but Mingfei can only understand this through repeated thinking and analysis.

After all this time, some people have definitely changed.

"The most likely thing is that Herzog did not complete these studies independently, but inherited the database of a certain organization." Nono said slowly, "and this unknown organization, like the Secret Party, has been quietly following the Dragon Raja for a long time."

Mingfei raised his head, and looked at Nono, with a look of horror in his eyes.

This is indeed the most reasonable explanation, or even the only explanation, but it's a bit weird. Is there another organization in the world that studies dragons similar to the Secret Party?

Has that mysterious organization remained hidden for thousands of years without showing up?

"You can use this warehouse freely for the next three days." Crow threw the key to Mingfei. "If you don't return to the shrine in the evening, you can make a ground floor here. I won't be with you anymore. I have to go to work.”

"Go to work?" Mingfei was taken aback.

"Of course I have to go to work. My main job at work tomorrow is to tell the college's agent how I was taken hostage by you and how I escaped safely." Crow scratched his head, "I haven't thought about this story yet. Well, there is a plot that I can’t get through."

"What plot?" Mingfei asked.

"Is the relationship between you and your elder sister, a male and female robber like Bonnie and Clyde or disagreeing partners in crime? If it is the latter, I can explain that you originally wanted to throw me into the wilderness, but your elder sister had a big fight with you and forced you to let me go." Crow then scratched his head. "If you tell it this way, the logic of the story will be more fluent, otherwise how did I come back alive? If you were Bonnie and Clyde, that kind of relationship…"

Crow shut up suddenly, because Mingfei and Nono both looked at him with "shut up, you genius" eyes.

"Okay, okay, take a break early, the plastic bag I brought contains instant noodles and drinks." Crow lit a cigarette and waved his hand and walked out. His leather shoes are nailed with iron palms, and his footsteps are clear and loud.

As soon as Nono and Mingfei looked down at the scrolls in their hands, they both raised their heads, and Crow's loud footsteps suddenly stopped.

The two looked at each other, holding the weapon hidden in the lower back vigilantly, and slowly walked to the outside of the warehouse.

Crow really stopped, smoking a cigarette, looking at the figure holding the knife under the lamp.

That was Zihang, he was standing opposite the headless model, he hesitated for a long time, carefully drew out an ancient knife, hesitated for a moment, and finished drawing it out.

As if a piece of clear water splashed out of the scabbard, the blade's arc was exquisite and solemn. The ancient alchemy knife·Spider-cut, the sabre from the time when he was born, Mingfei was also slightly shocked.

In his memory, this knife was later presented to Zihang by Crow on behalf of Chisei Gen, instead of Zihang's broken Murasame. But now the line of cause and effect has been revised, the battle of Tokyo was fought by Abdullah Abbas. President Abbas’s usual weapon is not a Japanese sword, so Crow wouldn’t give him this weapon. It served under Chisei till the end and it remained there as a relic.

Mingfei wanted to prevent Zihang from playing with the murder weapon, but he was stopped by Crow. Under the light, Zihang tried his blade with his fingers, thoughtfully. When he got this knife in his hand, he had no other thoughts, and he didn't notice that Mingfei and the others were looking at him from a distance. He looked at the knife for a long time, held the knife in a posture, and then swung the knife up, actually practicing, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, like a dance.

Crow looked attentively. After watching for a long time, Crow nodded, "very authentic."

"He doesn't have a well-known swordsmanship, he is just like me, he learned mixed martial arts, he’s actually better than me, he has studied in the kendo class of the Children's Palace for a few years." Mingfei said.

"No, it's very authentic, if he wasn’t trained at a master level, at least he watched someone else use it at a master level,” Crow said softly, "the chief was a kendo master at that level.”

Mingfei was stunned, he suddenly understood what Crow meant.

Perhaps the Yanling that changed cause and effect is not absolute. Zihang still has memories of the past, in a time and space that was almost erased, he has seen Chisei Gen wielding a knife, to Zihang, there was a strange sort of nostalgia gained from wielding this sword.

Of course, Mingfei also asked Crow if he remembered Zihang, Crow didn't remember him, Crow only remembered the tiger-like Abdullah Abbas.

Mingfei himself gradually accepted the current reality, when Crow said that, he nodded and didn't take it seriously, but he didn't expect Zihang to practice with the sword, and it seemed to awaken some of Crow's memories.

"In the past I remember, you gave him this knife and a knife called Tong Ziqi. He put them in a knife bag and carried them all the time." Mingfei said softly. .

"I still can't remember anything, I'm just glad to see someone else put on this posture," Crow said softly, "I really missed it.”

The three of them stood in a dark place far away, watching Zihang earnestly brandishing the knife and practicing his posture.

The bright light shining on the knife, it seemed to reflect the annihilated past.

The Airbus A380 from London to Tokyo landed at the Narita Airport, the plane had just stopped and the black station wagon had already driven under the gangway.

Other passengers were still locked in the plane, and the girl in a black windbreaker had taken the lead to walk off the plane with heavy luggage and board the station wagon to leave.

"Do foreigners have such preferential treatment in Japan? Shouldn’t it be like this just for diplomats or something?”

“Why would there be such a young diplomat? Is she a member of the royal family?” The old men and women of the returning tour group looked at the girl's slender back and talked a lot.

There was already a passenger in the station wagon, also a young girl, with long hazel hair and a beige windbreaker, looking capable and low-key.

"Victoria Snowton, just call me Victoria, a second-year student, now I am the temporary commissioner of the Execution Bureau." The girl in the black trench coat just got on the bus and introduced herself.

"I've heard of you, Your Majesty, your performance in as a freshman was very good." The girl in the beige trench coat stretched out her hand.

The two shook hands.

"What's the situation now?" Victoria asked.

"Like EVA's judgment, Mingfei did indeed arrive in Tokyo. At this moment, he is hiding somewhere in this city.”

"What about the attitude of the Yamata no Orochi? This is their territory.”

"The Acting Director of the Eight Houses Ryuji Saeki expressed his support for the decision of the college. As soon as Lu Mingfei's information is available, he will report it to the college. The next day he led a team to surround Mingfei and his party, but he failed to capture him. Instead, he was kidnapped by Mingfei and taken as a hostage. Lu Mingfei took the hostage and left the previous hiding place safely. Saeki Ryuji was pushed down from a taxi the next morning at Genji Heavy Industries, the headquarters of the Yamata no Orochi."

"Too suspicious.”

"Really suspicious. In particular, we investigated the background of Saeki Ryuji. His nickname is Crow, and he was a follower of Chisei Gen, the former member of the Yamata no Orochi. He is very familiar with Lu Mingfei.”

"Is anyone watching Ryuji Saeki?”

"The college's agent Shinnosuke Fujiwara is in charge of this matter, at this moment, he is going to Genji Heavy Industries to pay a courtesy." The girl in the beige trench coat said, "Did you bring the equipment?”

Victoria opened her suitcase, which contained a heavy black gun. No gun catalog will record this weapon, because it is not a mass production version.

Produced by the equipment department, the maximum hit range is up to three kilometers, equipped with an intelligent aiming system, bullets can be guided, resistant to strong winds, and arc trajectory.

This thing probably can't be called a gun, it is more appropriate to say that it is a super-range precision killing weapon.

The girl in the beige windbreaker nodded, "Take it away. If this weapon is found by the customs, it will be a huge problem, so I deliberately walked through the diplomatic channel to pick you up.”

"Are you the person in charge of this operation?" Victoria asked, "I don't know your name yet.”

Victoria introduced herself, but the girl in the beige trench coat did not say her name, which surprised Victoria, the girl didn’t seem that impolite, in addition, she looked a little familiar, but Victoria couldn't remember where she had met her.

“We know one another from the student union activities," the girl in the beige trench coat said softly, "My name is Isabel, and I used to be Lu Mingfei's assistant.”

Victoria was taken aback, and suddenly remembered. It was Isabel who could dance flamenco, the head of the student union dance troupe, who always appeared low-key next to Mingfei, but it was hard for her not to be noticed.

The swan-like graceful dancer with lace on her dress, but now appeared in a sharp posture like a scalpel, Victoria didn't even recognize her for a while.

"So it was you." Victoria said.

She suddenly understood why Isabel never introduced herself.

Because of embarrassment, she used to be one of the closest people to Mingfei, but now she is going after him like a hunting dog.

"You were selected to join this group because you’ve had contact with him, and you know him somewhat."

"Everyone in this group is like that, a good hound needs to know the smell of its prey” Isabel said softly.

At this time, the smoky quartz glass between the passenger compartment and the cockpit was lowered, and the driver looked back and greeted Victoria, it was Gonzalez, the two had been working together in Brazil.

"The School Board will issue their instructions directly to us, regardless of the Execution Bureau’s orders," Isabel added. "The Board feels that the Execution Bureau has always had reservations during their pursuits. Professor Schneider has repeatedly emphasized the necessity to preserve the target's life and missed plenty of opportunities. We are not allowed to make such mistakes.”

Victoria lowered her head and looked at the rows of bullets in the gun box. The last two bullets were polished with crimson crystals. The bullets made from the Philosopher’s Stone can severely damage the alchemically protected body of a Dragon king with one shot. The veterans put in these two bullets, the meaning is obvious, if necessary, they can kill the target.

Isabel patted her shoulder, "Don't be too entangled, you are not a shooter, you are just responsible for sending this gun to Japan. The people who are really responsible for the kill are still on the way, and they are also the people in charge of this operation."

"They?" Victoria asked.

“The Watchman, and Thunder." Isabel slowly spit out these two code names.

…

Crow looked at Fujiwara Shinnosuke coldly.

He considered many ways of acting, and finally decided to adopt this attitude of a cold-faced arrogant man.

"I heard that the director was injured in the process of chasing Lu Mingfei, so I came here to visit." Fujiwara Shinnosuke bowed deeply.

There were a lot of scratches on Crow's face, and his left arm was still hanging from his neck. Even if Fujiwara Shinnosuke wanted to confirm with a doctor, it wouldn’t be a problem, the shoulder muscles were really sprained.

On the night after drinking beer with Mingfei, Crow prepared all these injuries. Knowing that the college would doubt it, he still had to do enough to put up such a show. He was an actor who was delayed by the underworld, and Mingfei almost payed the price of not noticing it.

"Is it embarrassing to come to see me? Or do you suspect that I let him go on purpose?" Crow said coldly.

"I wouldn’t dare, the college believes in the promise of the Yamata no Orochi, and is deeply grateful." Fujiwara Shinnosuke was too nervous to sit down, and Crow did not ask him to do so.

He respectfully took a few steps forward, presented the exquisite gift box on the small table in front of Crow, and stepped back, "The college asked me to bring a slightly heartwarming gift, and I hope you can accept it.”

Crow opened the gift box suspiciously, which contained a top-quality fruit purchased from "Senboya" in Ginza. This century-old shop sells the most expensive fruits in Japan, usually as gifts.

I have to say that this is a very caring gift, now he is a big figure among the Orochi families, it is not rare for him to receive objects of value, such an elegant gift of sympathy for his condition is very much in place, it's not like the domineering style of the college at all.

"Thank you so much, please sit down and talk." Crow had no choice but to express some kindness to Fujiwara. He sat down on his knees in panic, like a young daughter-in-law, "I invite Director Saeki to support me in future work.”

"This is natural," Crow had to continue to perfuse. "As long as they are still in Japan, the Orochi Families will not give up on hunting them, the college can rest assured.”

"What the college means is that it also wants to send some commissioners to assist. I don't know what Director Saeki thinks about this”

"Do you need the Yamata no Orochi to arrange their accommodation?" Crow said with his mouth, but his heart was coldly mocking.

This is Japan, where the Yamata no Orochi has been operating since the age of mythology, and only the Yamata no Orochi has the final say here.

EVA is powerful, but the Kaguya system of the Yamata no Orochi is not a vegetarian. With the advantage of the network in Japan, the commissioners of Cassell College will be monitored when they land in Tokyo, but they are not even aware of it.

"Dare not, they can take care of themselves." Nobunosuke Fujiwara nodded and bowed. "There is one other little thing, and I hope to get your support."

"Say, please?" Crow raised an eyebrow.

"We know that the Yamata no Orochi also controls most of the advertising screens in Tokyo, here is a video that I hope can be put on them.”

"Video?" Crow was taken aback for a moment.

Fujiwara Shinnosuke hurriedly took out his mobile phone and opened a video presentation for Crow to see, he finished reading and then looked suspiciously at Fujiwara Shinnosuke.

"This is a bit of advice from the family, it is too risky for her to do so, the family is very worried about her." Nobuyuki Fujiwara went down. "Please, Chief Saiki.”

"Since it is from the family, we will try our best to help and pass the video information to them." Crow nodded, "However, it is an independent company that is in charge of outdoor video advertising. I also want to coordinate with them on the broadcast time. If there are news, my assistant will notify you.”

Part 13

#Dragon Raja #Dragon Raja 5 #Novel

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yn-dere · 4 years

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La sorcière • Y!K.TH

Synopsis: The goddess Ashtoreth seemed to have found her worshipper.

Ship/s: Photographer!Taehyung x Antagonist/seductress!Reader

Warning/s: Angst, Yandere/Dark themes, Manipulation, Mentions of killing, Bored and mean reader.

(Note: this takes place in the late 19th century)

'It is not the quality of the desired object that gives us pleasure, but rather the energy of our appetites'

~ Charles Baudelaire, The end of Don Juan

A dejected summer, that's what it was. The suffocating air that leaves you sweltering in your corset but I am anything but, naked on my cold feet with a cigar between those gentil fingers, sluggishly looking out from my apartment window into the florid affluent streets which were once quite and reserved. The sounds of playful squabbling, the occasional delightful squeals of children, the ecstatic laughter of women did nothing to soothe that covetous feeling throbbing at the pit of my stomach. Nor did the family of stars splattered all across the dark night sky with the dazzling moon nowhere to be seen. They seemed to be mocking me with every sparkle, impersonating my woe by disappearing this second only to come back and laugh at my face. Oh well. It hurts my chest as I exhale out the smog; I forgot that I even took a drag. Not even smoke can replace that void in my lungs now.

This moment is slightly pleasant though, accompanied by the crisp breeze that blows in through the drapes, strong enough to make my locks flutter and trigger my cigar to litter on the window railing (that I'm not bothering to clean anytime soon) but not enough to take the glum away with it. The only thing that found me pleasant enough to return. And... the troubled men that found home in my cosy and welcoming bed. Neither of them were guaranteed.

Thinking about men, I glance back into the dark room to spot the man I chose for the night. Blissfully sound asleep between my covers, with a small but radiant smile adorning his regal face. He really emulated the beautiful night sky, the baby constellation spreading across his portrait in the form of les grains de beauté. The way the light reflected off of his unblemished face puts la lune to shame, almost looking as if it is it's own light source. His beauty truly was bewitching and I would've felt envious of it if I didn't know any better.

If I didn't own an enormous dressing mirror in the corner which kept reflecting the street lights back onto my eyes; it was adorned with pink crystals, fresh roses and myrtles, white feathers and burnt out incense that left behind a soft but strong scent. It truly looked like an altar for venus herself, towering over me to have me take a look at the highly sexual, supremely confident, alluring female that offers endless pleasure and a bit of... danger. At least, that's what people men see. And I agree with it. I know the expression does sound like something that would come out of Narcissus' mouth as he stares into his reflection but can you really blame me?

It's the huge impact left on me by years and years of society misjudging me as just another pretty face in the crowd. No matter how hard I worked on something, it would always be de-emphasized. All the blood, sweat and tears only to be wasted because individuals couldn't see the nimble brain past the pleasant portrait. I wanted to stand out, and I did at times but.. not in the way I wanted to. But soon enough, I began to convince myself that maybe this isn't so bad at all, and wearily...

... I accepted it.

I accepted my place in the stupid community as one of those women, a blood sucking succubus is just how they saw me to be exact. Mind you, I've never stood sturdy in any of my subjects until I slowly started to abuse my power and it made me feel competent and sure enough I felt powerful enough to destroy families, to get someone to chase me so feverishly that they lose control but I guess I was never that valuable to keep nor was I important enough for someone to actually care about me. The only difference between your pompous narrator here and a poor mistress is that I don't have a fickle of hope nor do I really care enough about a particular visitor to be left heartbroken.

It still kills me to feel impotent at the end of the day (or the start of the day, when they leave me with nothing). I feel like THE FOOL, a frail dog chasing a car....

....But as the lonely sun finally decides to set to rest and the family of stars gets more discernable with every shimmer against the dark and misty horizon; I, once again find myself repeating history as if my life's a record on the phonograph. But as one get sick of listening to the same song over and over again, there's a momentary pause... and then an appalling revelation; it's seems as though you've been singing the most important part of the song, the chorus, wrong.

And suddenly I can grasp it all..

You see, lust is what makes one take a glance at you. Temptation is what makes them throw caution in the air, when they know they shouldn't. But is it really enough to keep the attention on you? Is the beauty really enough for the sirens who beckon sailors to their destruction? If that was the case, wouldn't mermaids be able to do the same? Love is-

"...h-hey?"

That deep voice...

Then suddenly, lean icy fingers grabbed my arm and pulled me back into reality just when I started inching through the darkness in my mind.

Oh God. How did I not see him wake up? Especially with the mess he made in an effort to get up from the bed? One of the pillows accompanied with the sheets are on the floor... those velvet covers are really hard to wash. I will never forgive him for that.

But my irritation soon turned into embarrassment when I pondered over how crazy I must have looked, naked while just staring into my mirror with a cigar in hand. Or what was left of it, the soft ash on my fingers, my bare breasts and one of my thighs.

"Is everything a-alright?" He questioned. I looked down to his palm which was still holding my arm with a firm grip. He followed my gaze, his eyes widening slighting as he quickly let it go. "I m-mean, you were kind of dazed off or something. I thought..." he muttered after clearing his throat in a futile attempt at ceasing the stuttering. "Yeah.. I was just thinking about something" I replied as I looked up at his eyes and his orbs that were just suffering with nervousness and uncertainty were now swimming in curiosity. I couldn't help but let a giggle get past my lips. He hummed in response as his brows furrowed. "about.. this." I uttered, feigning a bashful look. His brows furrowed even further, creating small lines on his otherwise smooth forehead. "What do you mean by "this" ?" He seems to have forgotten his tense stance and the risqué side of me wanted to bring it back so I tried. "Our liaison, everything we did and...." if it weren't for the pin drop silence in the room, I would've never heard his breath hitching as he waited for me to continue. "Us." I finished with a whisper...

... After what seemed like an eternity of waiting for him to answer, my patience wore thin so I couldn't help but gently poke his chest. It surely did broke the trance he was in and the cute timid man was back. "Uh- I- uhm" he stuttered, looking at everything but my presence. I slowly started to feel the disappointment building up in the bottom of my stomach. Why do I when I didn't even expected anything else? If this is the only way it can go for me, why not have a little fun? I couldn't help but let out a smirk which I covered in a second, hoping he didn't see it. "I might be quite racy at times but I don't just do this with anyone. I thought I told you in the tavern that if you are to leave, leave already..." as soon as I finished bluffing the sadness in my voice, I casted my eyes downwards at his feet as I anticipated the same white lies but they never came. I awaited the "I will never leave you", "you're the best thing that ever happened" or my personal favorite one " I have a wife and kids that I love very dearly" but he didn't say anything. And just as I was about to look up, the smooth dark honey voice cut me off.

"And I thought I told you that I didn't want to follow you back home for whatever fleshly pleasures you had to offer.." the hint of disappointment was evident. This was a new one to add in the book, eh? "But because my precious cameras are all in vain without your figure and your lively soul.. like an empty canvas to an artist with no references or muse." My ears couldn't help but perk up as he continued, " Sure, they might not be too good at capturing the enigma that is you as the films only render in shades of grey which evidently fails to recognize the different shades of your blush and the undertones, but this is all that I have..."

It's his time to wait as I, for the first time, didn't know what to say. He opened his lips once again "I would be lying if I said I didn't gravely fell in love the second I took my first glance at you months ago. Love at first sight was never my thing but you cleared all my doubts about the idea". I wanted to mock him and tell him about how lust in first sight is a thing, not love but I rather chose to humor him. "That's what they all said..." I slowly look up at his face, looking at each and every feature carefully leaving out his mors than intense eyes. "Who are "they"?" He asked with a slight fury in his voice and the sharp edge of the words spoken almost gashed my already tainted soul. I wish I didn't faked the courage and take a glance into his orbs since I saw the immense anger and hatred through his narrowed eyes as he scrutinized my very existence. I withered uncomfortably under his glare, already regretting opening my mouth without thinking.

"You seriously didn't just compare me to those men, did you? After everything I've done? After I got rid of those hideous women that had nothing else to do but spread nasty rumours about you because the same husbands that couldn't get it up for them were lusting after you? Because they couldn't hold their husbands accountable so they were threatened by you?" He took a sharp but shaky breath before continuing, "Or after I got rid of those men who bonded over their heinous fantasies about violating you?..." I cover my mouth, I feel like throwing up. Not because I don't want to/can't believe it but because this is alot of information to take in in a few minutes. I heard him sigh and his voice suddenly changed from being gruff to soft in a second as he saw my terrified look, "you see these hands, sweetheart?" He said in a slightly coaxing voice as he laid his large hand on top of mine, "They were only used to clicking pictures of everything beautiful and developing them but now, they're stained with shed blood of anyone who dared to lay a finger on you.... You made me this way. You made me so empathetically challenged. You did this."

Me? Me...

I did this. I made him this way.

"How could you have been so blind?"

How could I have been so blind?

Maybe I didn't give myself enough credit.

And as he continued to stare into my frame with such adoration that it reminded me of what I was thinking about before he startled me by waking up...

As I was saying previously, lust is what makes one take a glance at you. Temptation is what makes them throw caution in the air, when they know they shouldn't but it's still not enough to keep the attention on you. Love is. It is the greatest weapon of all. It's the most exceptional power that you can have over someone. Making them do what they never thought they ever would do, act in ways they might've mocked previous to meeting you, taking up any space in their mind that was left for rationality and instead plaguing it with sweet obsession. Not even fear dares to compete with love when it comes to power. If anything, they go hand in hand. It truly turns a mermaid to a siren.

Wow. It's not the family of stars that I envied, who would want to look like some aliens just jizzed all over the sky? I was made to be la lune, who with all her blemishes littering her skin still stood unfazed as her admirers wrote poems about her beauty. It's not the homely women that I envied, I have always been quite sophisticated but I just wanted to belong somewhere.

I wanted power over someone or something.

And the thought of me making this man do the most vile acts of crime that humanity cannot even begin to visualize in their brains flared up the familiar feeling of ascendency and competency but this time? It was about to stay. Why? Because he is to stay.

I softly smiled at that thought and slowly held my small hands up to his face to caress his cheeks. The shyness got to him as he squeezed his eyes shut to relish in the contact without having to look at my amused face. I could feel him slowly shaking under finger tips, his face was warm unlike the rest of his body. The effect that my small gesture had on him is unlike anything I've ever seen or experienced. This isn't vulgar, this is sensual. And sure, what I feel might not be love but it has one thing in common with it. It's a drug. A high we're both on, and not even my cigar, my only companion for so long can compete with it.

Let's see how long this lasts before I drain all life out of him... or maybe, this is forever but I doubt. Then again, he- wait a minute... what's his name, again? This is going to suck. As I was saying, he does like to surprise me so let's hope for the best.

"Okay, let's just forget we met like this... hello, my name's y/n", I reached out for his hand to shake with a small smile on my face. He erupted into giggles as he took my hand, "Nice to meet you y/n, this is taehyung." Taehyung. Oh taehyung. And suddenly the cheerful atmosphere turned into something sinister as I pulled him in.

"Taehyung, I am like a raging flame.. don't be a moth and get too close or I might destroy you" I whispered in my raspy voice, the smirk that played in my rouge lips being incredibly devilish along with that red unnatural glint in my eye.

"I want to be destroyed."

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Monthly Reads | August 2019

Oh, look, it's the 28th again! Celebrating the launch of Gucci's new fragrance and the fantastic new pics I had to reread Landslide. Other than that there are 21 fics in this list - and like always: so many thanks go out to all the amazing authors in this fandom who share their stories with us! ♥

Landslide | aimmyarrowshigh , spibsy (lucy_and_ramona) | historical - 1970s - cults - undercover - psychological drama - racism - period typical attitudes - internalized homophobia - PTSD - and more...please read all the tags carefully - 143k The year is 1976. In November, Jimmy Carter will take control of the White House. Americans are meeting Laverne & Shirley at their apartment in Milwaukee. Hotel California diverges from the reign of Kool & the Gang. And the FBI is still reeling from the repercussions of Watergate, the tragedy at Wounded Knee, Operation Family Secrets, and the strategic terrors of the anti-cult movement. That's what Special Agent Harry Styles has been told is the basis of his mission to an abandoned farmhouse in rural New Hampshire. With his hair grown out long and his shirt untucked, he's going undercover to do reconnaissance on suspected cult leader Louis Tomlinson, who has led a group of people out into the middle of nowhere, leaving no record of the life he'd had before. All Harry knows is what the agency gave him: Tomlinson's name, and instructions to figure out what he's doing with the eleven people he brought with him. In the year that Harry spends undercover and under Louis Tomlinson's wing, he learns more than he ever expected.

I Drove All Night (To Get To You) | lovelarry10 | famous/not famous - strangers to lovers - pining - fluff - 23k Harry’s job as a chauffeur for the rich and famous was not as flashy as he’d thought. Late nights having to listen to the ridiculous demands and whims of these high profile clients leaves him disheartened with the world he thought was all glitz and glamour. One night his boss asks him a favour. To collect one last client before he clocks off. Only problem is when that client gets into the car it’s Louis Tomlinson. As in Harry’s all time crush. As in future husband and father of all his children Louis Tomlinson. He can be cool and professional, right?

Live Like You Were Dying | YesIsAWorld | car accidents - love confessions - self discovery - 2k I’m in love with you. The phone fell from his hand, and the world went black.

Calling Clifford | noellehenry | fluff - humor - 10k The summer AU where Clifford has his own peculiar ways of matchmaking.

Home Remedies | kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) | friends to lovers - smut - 4k Louis’ hiccups just won’t stop. Harry, his roommate and best friend, is willing to do anything to help.

Traffic Light | dinosaursmate | Traffic Light Party - smut - friends with benefits - 7k Harry, a university student fresh out of a relationship, attends a Traffic Light Party. He knew all about the red, yellow and green cups, but the blue one confuses him. What does DTF mean, anyway?

Down On the Farm | kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) | bonfires - farm/ranch - smut - 5k Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks Got old Hank crankin', way up loud Got coolers in the back, tailgates down There's a big fire burnin' but don't be alarmed It's just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm — “Down On the Farm” by Tim McGraw

Driving On The Wrong Side, Thinking Of You | dinosaursmate | Marcel AU - implied/ referenced homophobia - High School AU - friends to lovers - promiscuity - 25k Louis is the most popular guy in sixth form. Don't get the wrong idea, he's a good guy, and he absolutely won't stand for his friends teasing his neighbour, Marcel.

Restless Lane | jaerie | a/b/o - secret identity - childhood friends - secrets - friends to lovers - angst - 14k Louis had grown used to his boring life back in Mississippi as a stand-in father figure to his siblings. He never expected his childhood friend to show up on his lawn with the heat of summer or that he would remind Louis how much of himself he'd tucked away and neglected. He also never expected to find himself caught up in a tangled web of feelings or secrets that just might break him. Maybe he had never known Harry at all.

Waiting for the tides to meet | nauticalleeds (metamorphosis) | soulmates - pining - miscommunication - angst - fluff - friends to lovers - slow burn - 60k Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart. Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

If I Stay | Rearviewdreamer | Walk In The Clouds AU - fake/pretend relationship - mpreg - slow burn - 37k Harry and Louis agree to a temporary arrangement that Harry can't seem to walk away from no matter how many times he tries.

Mirror Touch | pinky_heaven19 | Synesthesia - hurt/comfort - fluff - pining - strangers to lovers - 58k The one where Harry owns a second-hand clothing store, and Louis is a radio host. Louis has mirror-touch synesthesia, which makes him experience what people around him feel. He feels a lot around Harry.

In Your Black Heart (Is Where You'll Find Me) | graceling_in_a_suit | a/b/o - omega/omega - pirates - historical - 36k Louis Tomlinson has been lying for five years. His crew sees him as a pirate, a Captain, and an alpha; only two of those are the truth. He was content to let the illusion go on forever, but an omega named Harry Styles just had to join his crew and get his warm-vanilla stink all over Louis' best laid plans. Or: the story of The Captain and The Carpenter.

Supposed to Be | kikikryslee | High School - stereotypes - enemies to friends to lovers - slow burn - hate to love - 26k The Geek Charming AU where Harry's a film geek, Louis' a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

Meet me where the tulips grow | tempolarriefics | study abroad - fluff - 19k The one where Harry studies abroad and falls in love with both the city of Amsterdam and the boy he explores it with.

When i'm set alight | mixedfandomfics | teacher AU - hate to love - misunderstandings - 14k Louis and Harry hate each other. Always have, always will. No one is quite sure how they will handle it when their favorite students ask them to lead a new LGBT club at their school.

Breathe In, Breathe Out | dinosaursmate | friends to lovers - pining - 12k Louis Tomlinson begins visiting a new pub on his lunch break, mostly because he really fancies Harry, the cute, curly-haired barman. As Louis gears up to ask him out, he doesn't realise that there is a huge stumbling block in his way: Harry is taken, and by someone rather familiar.

I am mad all about you | godslut | med students - coffe shop - 5k Harry is a pre-med student trying to quit coffee. louis pretends to be spider-man to make kids laugh.

Welcome Back From The Friend Zone | 2tiedships2 | a/b/o - friends to lovers - fake/pretend relationship - mutual pining - 32k The one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

A Life That's Good (series) | lovelarry10 | fluff - kid fic - adoption - light angst - 66k Harry and Louis were married young, but always knew that they wanted a family together. Soon, through adoption, Hope came into their lives, and was later joined by her younger brother Oscar. Join the Tomlinsons on their journey in family life. ① You're My Only Hope Harry and Louis have been hoping to start a family for a while, but it hasn't happened for them just yet. With the surprise arrival of a newborn baby on the doorstep at work, are their family dreams about to become reality? ② Tiny Dancer It's Hope's first ballet recital, and Harry and Louis are more than excited to watch their four year old daughter perform for the first time. ③ Who You Are Things are going wonderfully for Harry and Louis. Their family has never been stronger. When a connection to their son’s past appears out of nowhere, it makes them wonder what lies ahead for the future of their family. ④ We Got Love Harry and Louis thought their family was complete. They were wrong. ⑤ Follow Your Arrow Hope has a crush, but she’s scared to tell her parents, especially Louis. Harry helps her figure out how to break the news to her other dad, who is ultimately nothing but wonderful. ⑥ Summer Love The Tomlinsons are off on a summer holiday before it’s time for everything to change...

Night Changes | colourexplosion | soulmates - supernatural elements - werewolves - light angst - 40k Louis and Harry are soulmates. (With a twist.)

From The Heart | jacaranda_bloom | coffee shop AU - 25k Every Tuesday, Louis spends his day off holed up in his favorite coffee-come-bookshop, writing his little stories as part of the WordPlay challenge while daydreaming about the resident barista, Harry. Each week a new word prompt is revealed and Louis adds to his series of short stories about Henry, the owner of a B&B in the Cotswolds who has curly hair and dimples, Lewis, his long term guest who just happens to be a writer, and Tigger, Henry’s cat. As Louis and Harry’s friendship develops, could his fantasy world spill out into real life? And how does that reader who leaves the lovely comments with the teacup emoji seem to be able to read Louis’ mind? ① Henry and Lewis Louis hangs out in his local coffee shop to work on his weekly WordPlay Prompt, speaks to his beloved muse aka Harry the gorgeous barista, embarrasses himself in front of said muse, and receives a comment on AO3 from his favourite reader. ② Smuturday Louis struggles with this week's WordPlay prompt before finding inspiration, and a date, in an unexpected place, and could there be more going on with his favourite reader than he originally thought. ③ Tea For Two Louis grapples with what to do about his new found suspicions over his favourite readers real-life identity. ④ Life Imitating Art Louis is taken on a very real journey through his fic back catalogue - life has never imitated art so salaciously. ⑤ Entertain Me All good things must come to an end, including the WordPlay challenge. But while Louis has mixed emotions about its end, and struggling to make sense of the final prompt, he is relishing every aspect of his newly revitalised personal life.

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