#i was a fool for forgetting mei but i fixed it

[silvergolddraco28]

Scorched Chapter 2 (full)

Wukong breathed until he could fully ignore the pain, plastering on a convincing smile as Mei began to wake up. “Hey kid, time to wake up from your nap. I fixed the problem.”

Mei lifts herself from the bench she was laying on and looks over at monkey king and his scrunched face that seems to be in pain “You okay there monkey king?” She questions tilting her head in concern.

“Must look bad if you asking me that twice now hug?” Wukong asked. “I'm fine kid. Just used a little too much energy and got some of your dragon fire by accident.” Wukong waved Mei’s concern. “Let's get back to the rest of the gang,” Wukong assured her.

Gives Wukong a concerned look. She wants to push further but decides against it. “Okay,” Mei says with a forced smile as she follows Wukong out of the room and into the one the rest of the gang.

“You're back! Did you get what you needed out of Mei Monkey King?” Mk asked his mentor.

“I did Bud. Took a little more out of me than I thought. Delicate work like that ain't much of my strong suit. Always was the bash and brawl while thinking on my feet type.” Wukong jokes.

Suddenly the train was ripped open from the outside as a person emerged from the pink flames. “Sun Wukong!” Nezha demanded through gritted teeth as he glared down at the golden monkey. Though as Nezha goes to approach, Tang jumps in front of Nezha and begins his dignified fangirling over the lotus prince, annoying Nezha immensely.

“Nezha, still mad about your temple being empty, Little Brother?” Wukong sheepishly questioned the angered celestial after getting Tang and the rest of the group to a safe spot away from any potential harm.

Nezha scoffs, ignoring the ‘little brother’ comment. “Do you even realize what you're doing wrong?” Nezha yells. “You're going to get us all killed if you reignite the Samadhi Fire!” Nezha's voice is laced with anger but the people who know them well can hear the fear underneath.

“It's the only way to defeat Lady Bone Demon Nezha! Who do you think she will aim her weapon at after the Mortal realm is nothing but ice? Heaven and the Diya would be next on her list!” Wukong pointed out while keeping his instincts at bay. ‘Protect protect proTECT CUBS!’ his eyes flashing demonic red for a moment before he refocused coming up with a plan on the spot to buy time. ‘Sorry Little Brother,’ Wukong thought as Nezha pulled out his spear in a flurry of lotus petals. Wukong flashed right into Nezha’s space and punched the celestial hard enough to punt him out of the train car and a few hundred miles away without hurting him. “Mk take the rings and head for the ritual sight but don’t do anything until I get there alright?!” Wukong ordered pulling a few hairs from his head to make fake copies of the rings the teenager was holding.

“But what about Nezha?!” Mk asked in shock.

“I’ll keep him busy!” Wukong answered, jumping into the air and summoning his golden cloud catching sight of the pink flames from Nezha’s wheels that were following him. ‘Come Little Brother. Follow the goose while the ducks get away.’ Wukong thought, pushing his cloud to go faster. ‘Let’s put on a performance that Plums would be proud of.’

Nezha follows Wukong out of the train and sees he has the rings unaware of his trick. “WUKONG!” He screams as he chases after the monkey and goes in for an attack with his staff.

“Missed me!” Wukong snickered, dodging the attack.

Nezha growls under his breath in frustration. He always hated how Wukong treated everything like a game like nothing was important no matter how dire the situation was. “You're nothing but a fool Wukong,” he said as he continued to attack the king. “This is why the rings should’ve been entrusted to me and me alone!” Nezha screams as he shoots pink pellets at Wukong.

Wukong dodged the petal-like bullets, getting a few nicks on his arms and legs. “You might have gotten faster Nezha but don't forget, I hit much harder than I used to.” Wukong reminded the younger celestial, getting into Nezha’s space and punching him in the gut.

Nezha lets out a pained noise but as he’s being punched away he wraps his ribbon around Wukong’s waist and throws him into a mountain smirking. “You may be stronger, I’ll give you that.” he dramatically pulls out the rings. “But I’m still faster than you remember.” he finished his dramatic speech.

Wukong growls before the sound of something whistling through the air sliced through the silence impacting the mountain and trapping both Wukong and Nezha in a spike of ice. ‘Damn it!’ Wukong thought before the strong smell of Plums mixed with winter ice hit his nose. An achingly familiar black-furred monkey landed on the tip of the ice, his right arm from the shoulder down encased in thick blue ice that continued to spread, gold eyes now a glowing ice blue. ‘Liu’er... What did she do to you Plums?’ “Macaque.” Wukong glared, keeping up the act, he couldn't let the black-furred monkey see his breaking heart.

Macaque ignores Wukong looking at the rings. He then begins to break them realizing they're not the real ones. Meaning the real ones are with the kid. “So you gave the real ones to Mk,” he smirks. This makes things easier to get the Samadhi to fire as much as he doesn’t want to hurt his cub- Mk. The ice on his body was becoming unbearable. He’ll make it up to the kid though. He doesn’t plan to be lady bone demons champion for long. Just long enough to survive until he can kill her himself. He looks at Wukong. He misses the love they used to have and hates himself for that. But he doesn’t need Wukong anymore, he just needs the kid, his cub. He won’t be alone anymore after this is all over. He’ll have the family he’s always wanted.

“Dont you dare lay a hand on my cub!” Wukong snarled his eyes glowing a bright protective red while ice cracked under the force of his threat.

“Or you’ll what?” Macaque bites out glaring at the golden monkey. “Make things worse for Mk?” he asks with so much venom. This is how Wukong is. He never considered how his actions affected others. Only sees himself and what he can gain. That’s why Mk was always getting hurt and he dares to act like Macaque is a threat to the kid.

“Break this ice and find out,” Wukong stated glaring while more ice splintered around the golden monkey, dark red embers spilling from the corners of Wukong’s mouth.

Macaque doesn’t grant Wukong any more of his time as he goes off in the direction of the rest of the gang in pursuit of the rings.

“Nezha...” Wukong stated in a dead serious tone. “Get us out of this ice... now.”

Nezha looks over concerned and not used to this side of Wukong. Nezha sighs. “Fine, I hope you know what you're doing,” He says as he uses his petals to free them.

Once the ice was free Wukong burst in a sonic bomb towards the ritual site. ‘Don't let me be too late!’ Wukong thought, locking onto his target and growling low at what he saw down below.

Wukong managed to slam down right into Macaque holding Mei in the center of the glowing circles, ignoring the discomfort in his chest and the burning pain in his limbs. ‘Why hasn't the ring settled yet?!’ Wukong idly thought and he pinned Macaque to the ground while using the tail to carefully toss Mei to Tang. “Mk! Mei! Are you hurt?!” Wukong called.

Mk glanced over at Mei and Tang. “Emotionally or physically?” The teen asked. Wincing as Wukong was kicked back a few feet into the utmost center of the circle. The golden rings pulsed out a dark fiery red aura that caused Wukong to grip his chest in utter pain, smoke and ash spilling out of his mouth.

“Kids get back!” Tang ordered grabbing the two teens as the three rings raced toward Wukong. The golden monkey let out a scream of pain before black fire and ash erupted into a dense sphere obscuring the golden monkey as pulses of gold and dark red power shot out wildly attacking anything that moved.

The ice on Macaque melted away due to the flames. He smiles victoriously until he looks over at Wukong who has flames combusting out of him.

“Monkey king!” Mk yells. “You're on fire! Hold I’ll get some water-“ he’s cut off as he leaps toward monkey king only to be stopped by Macaque grabbing and keeping him away from the other.

“Let me go! Monkey King needs my help!” Mk says as he tries to get out of the black-furred monkey's grasp.

“You can’t distinguish the fire, nothing can,” Nezha said in a defeated tone. “The flames will destroy the monkey king and everything in its path.” He continues.

“What?!” Mk shouted in shock and panic looking over to Monkey King in fear. He can’t let his mentor, his hero, die.

“If there’s a time to leave it’s now,” Macaque says as he tries to drag Mk away. Mk’s mind begins to panic. No, no he can’t leave. He can’t leave Monkey King. He can’t! Mk breaks out of Macaque's grasp as he goes into the fire.

“Bud!” Macaque yells trying to grab Mk.

Everything still when a thundering roar came from the center, most of the flames split and swirled showing Wukong like nothing they had ever seen before. His clothes had been burned away along with any illusions that had covered his body. Thin golden cat-like pupils set in deep ruby-red eyes gazed at the berthing one in sight with an unblinking stare. A familiar golden ‘crown’ rested on his forehead with scuffs and clear signs of age. The monkey himself no longer had flesh and fur, instead, his body was completely made out of stone with thin magma-like lines spreading from his chest to his limbs. Obsidian claws twitched at his sides looking to be at a threat’s choice of fight or flight. Several monkey-like noises came from Wukong’s throat as his gaze locked on Mk.

Mk looked at the monkey king in fear and desperation. “Monkey King…” Mk softly spoke while approaching him as the flames licked his skin but he ignored the burning pain and focused on his mentor. “It’s okay,” Mk says not sure if monkey king is there. “I know you're scared and in pain...” Mk can’t tell if he is projecting his feelings onto him or not. “but we’ll get through this...” Monkey King is now only arm's length away. “Together.” Finishes his sentence as he wraps around his mentor in hopes of reaching him and selfishly for his comfort the samadhi fire hasn’t taken his hero from him yet.

A chattering noise passed Wukong’s lips as he hugged the teenager before a twisted and primal energy seemed to spread over Mk. ”My cub.” Wukong seemed to chitter nuzzling Mk, his magma-like skin growing hotter as Wukong slipped into a primitive and feral state of mind.

Mk slowly began to panic as his body slowly shrunk while growing fur. “Macaque!? What’s Monkey King doing?!?”

Macaque, realizing what was going on, goes to approach them to get Mk away from Wukong.

Wukong bared his fangs at Macaque growling, holding Mk closer. “Bad mate! Mate hurt cubs!” Wukong growled.

Macaque growls out that statement. “I’m not the one who put burns on him, idiot,” Macaque yells at him as he points out the burns on Mk’s shrunken body. It also wasn’t good with Mk in the form of an actual cub leaving him much smaller and more defenseless.

Wukong huffed. “Heat good for Stone. Make it stronger.” Wukong chattered back, nuzzling Mk who now sported black fur and six cute ears with a red-to-gold gradient while the mask on his face was peach shaped which looked to be a lighter red color than Macaque’s. The greatly changed feature was Mk’s eyes. His left eye was a beautiful purple color while his right was a sunset gold.

Mk goes to say something but what comes out is a frightened chirp. One that says “Cub scared, need help.” Making Macaque overwhelmed with instincts and the need to take care of HIS cub. Growling as his instinct leaves his brain with only one goal in mind. Get. His. Cub. Back.

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[shadowqueen402]

Amaunts Fatale: Part 40

(Meanwhile back with Balan and Lance)

The two watched as Wizeman went down. "NOOO!" He bellowed as he had finally been defeated. "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!! I AM THE GOD OF NIGHTMARES!!!" Balan and Lance had since returned back to their normal forms.

"Forget it, Uncle," Balan said. "You will not cause any more trouble!"

"Fools!" Wizeman retorted. "Don't think that you have easily won! I still sent Reala to capture NiGHTS and your allies!"

"Is this one sick joke?" Lance demanded. "If so, you are one huge sorry bloke!"

"Bold of you to assume that I was joking," Wizeman said. "While you two were busy fighting me, you both failed to notice that Reala had…gotten away. That was because I gave him orders to capture NiGHTS and your allies." He let out an evil chuckle. "You two may have fought me, but you have not won the war. As for Jackle, he was supposed to stop you. But he had to be foolish enough to fall in love with a human."

Balan and Lance looked at each other, nodded, and then went to Lance's hideout.

(Meanwhile back at Lance's hideout)

Everyone backed away upon seeing Reala. But the Nightmaren General focused on NiGHTS and the group. "Ah, NiGHTS," He said to them. "I see you're in our cousin's hideout, hanging out with your little friends."

"Reala, what do you want?" NiGHTS demanded. "Didn't you bother us enough the last time we fought!?"

"Now, now." Reala flew a bit closer to the group. "That's no way to treat your sibling, is it? Master Wizeman had ordered me to bring you and your friends back to him. I will definitely do so. He's grown really impatient with your defiance."

"We're not going with you," NiGHTS retorted. "So you can forget about it!"

"Why you little—!" Reala growled before charging at the group. But Aria immediately shielded NiGHTS and fixed Reala with a stern stare.

"Reala, stop!" Aria ordered. "NiGHTS has made it quite clear that they don't want to go back to Wizeman!"

Reala growled, feeling a mixture of emotions. "Out of my way, Visitor!" Reala demanded. But Aria refused to budge. She even pulled out her revolver for self-defense.

Reala trembled as he tried to move. But the feelings he felt for Aria were stronger than his desire to complete Wizeman's task. With a huff, and to everyone's surprise, Reala gave up.

"Aria, how did you do that?" Leo asked.

"I never would have expected Reala to just easily give up," Kaylo said. "Doesn't he usually keep on pursuing until he gets what he wants?"

"Yes," NiGHTS said. "I am curious to know how Aria was able to stop him."

With a bitter tone, Reala spoke. "You obviously weren't listening to what Jackle said earlier. I have…grown a liking…to Aria." Kaylo, Trisha Jane, Rebecca, Debbie, Mei, Marina, Leo, and NiGHTS gasped. Aria blinked, genuinely shocked at the revelation.

But before anyone could reply, a familiar voice spoke to them.

"What's this I hear? Reala has a crush on someone I hold dear?"

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Mei and Marina belong to @sundove88

Debbie belongs to @mayordebbie

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #balan #lance #nights sega #reala #leo craig #jackle the mantle #wizeman #ocs #alternate reality #crossover

[astheroid]

Ka-Kacchan 😫💦 (Bakugouwu x reader SMUT 🤯)

Author-chan here!!!!!! I decided to write for my bb Kacchan bc hes just such a cutie >.< hehe anyways ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I walked into the hero association with my long Blonde hair flowing in the wind. “SARAH!!” Deku called, walking over to me. “Baka-Deku, what do you wabt?” I asked, making a cute face. “I heard Kacchan wants youuuuu” he said raising his green puffy eyebrows. “Ka-Kacchan?? Why.. why would he ever want me?” I asked, batting my bright blue eyes in his directuon. “I do not know Sara-chan” he answered, blushing bright red. “I think… he might have a crush on you” I GASPED!! (author’s note: UwU OMGGG IT’S GETTING ~SPICYYYY~) I smiled sweetly at deku before hopping over to Bakugou, flipping my hair over m shoulder. “Ohio K-Kacchan, what do you want?” I said, trying to be tough. He glared at me pomeranian hair sticking up as I touched him. “NOTHING YOU BITCH!!” He yelled, shoving me. I started crying. “BAKA-KUGOU WHY DID YOU DO THAT????” I yelled. He lookd at me. “Idk you’re just ugly.” He said and walked away. I touched my frail wrist and realized it was broken. I went to the doctor’s and got it fixed, mad at Kacchan te whole way. I saw Kacchan after work and went to be mad at him. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?????” I screamed activating my Ice Quirk. “You’RE JUST AN UGLY STUPID EXTRA!!” Ye glared at me, hands booming. “IF I’M SO UGLU WHY DO YOU LIKE MEEEE?????/?” I yelled in his face. He gasped and tears fell from his eyes. “BAKAaAaAaAAAA HOW DO U KNOW THAT?” He said. “I know because your always mean to me :(“ I pouted. He said “t-th-that’s not t-true BAKA-SARAAH.” I grinned menacingly with my fangs. “Of course it’s true Ba-kacchan” “Don’t call me that” he said, blushing. “Ba-kacchan” I said again, my own cheeks getting red against my pale skin. He grabbed my arm “let’s go to my house and see if you wan’t to call me that again Baka-Sarah-chan”. (author’s note: OMGGGGGGG SMUT COMING SOON!!! TANK U FOR READING THIS FAR!!! Should I make a Deku-chan one next? He’s my lil beann and I wanna write 4 him :3)

UwU SMUTTTTTTTTTT BWLOE THE CUT!!!! Skip if you want but its my favorit part ;3

We arrived at his house and no-one was home, it was just me and Kacchan (author’s note: SPICYYYYYY whatr you gonna do bakacchan O///O). He threw me on his bed and took off his shirt (author’s note: MMM HIS STOMACH I’M DROOLING ;w;). He pushed me down and went to the bathroom, when he came out he had no pants too!! I was surprised by his cream stick poking through his underwear. “Take off ur clothes baka” he huffed face very red. I pouted. “Make me Ba-Kacchan”. He growled ferally nd ripped mt clothes off my body. I gasped, pale Skin getting goosebumps. “There I made you” he said rolling his eyes. I blushed very hard. “Now let me show u what happens when you call me Ba-kacchan >:(“ (autho’rs note: *w* OMGOMGOMGOMG IT’S HAPPENING GUYSSS!! YOUR AUTHOR-CHAN IS SOOOO EXCITED!!!). He took off his Dog undies and I saw… A HUGE DING-DONG!!! He put it inside me and moved quickly. I moaned “OoOoOoOoOoOoOoHhHhHhHHHH Ka-Kacchan… go faster!!” He went faster, grumbling my name. After a bit he took his member out and Spat on me. “That’s why u don’t call me Ba-Kacchan Bitch”. I layed on his bed amd panted; legs too weak to stand up. He put his pants over his meat scepter and grinned at me. “I hope you learned your lesson Baka-Sarah”.

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Smut done :(((( Stay to read the rest tho!!!

I stayed in his house for 30 minutes before leaveing. “B-bye k-k-Kacchan” I stuttered. My legs were still wobbly. I went home and jumped on my bed dreaming of Kacchan railing me again ;). When I woke up I felt really sick and threw up in the bathroom. ‘Oh no……’ I thought. WAS I PREGANTE????? (author’s note: OOHHHHHHHHHHH DRAAAMAAAAA!!! Hehe it gets so exciting) I rushed to the store to buy a test, completely forgetting about my job as a Hero. I gasped at the test. ‘I’m… Perngant??’ I touched my belly. ‘I have Ba-kacchan’s baby in here…” ‘I have to call him’. I called and talked to him on the phone. “K-Kacchan” I stuttered “I got pragnent!” He gasped. “F*ck. Are u gonna keep it?” I gasped. “OF COURSE!!!!! I CAN”T KILL OUR BABY!!!!!!!!!” (author’s note: OMGEEEE THEY’RE FIGHTING 🥺🥺🥺) Kacchan sobbed. “I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY FOR A KID!!” “YOU DON’T NEED TO, I CAN!!!! I DOUN’T NEED YOU ANYWAYS!!!!” I screamed, crying too. He left the call and I cried harder. Idk what to do with a BABY. He came to my house. He crossed his arms madly. “We need to kill the baby.” “NO I CAN’T DO THAT!!” I screamed (author’s note: OoOoOoOoOh THEY’RE GOING THRU IT!!!!!). “Why not????????” He pouted. His hands sparked. “THAT’S MURDER BA-KACCHAN!!!” My long Silky hair whipped around as I yelled up at him. He tried to hit my stomach, but I dodged and Froze him in placee. “DON’T HIT ME BAKA-KUGOU!!!!!!!!” I screamed. “STOP TYRING TO MURDER O U R CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He huffed. “I DON’T WANT A STUPID KID WITH A WHORE LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!” I gasped loudly. “I’M NOT A WHORE YOU’RE JUST A JERK!!!!!” He burst out of the ice and kissed me. “I don’t want a crusty crotch goblin to ruin our relationship” “He won’t I promise” I said blushing Red and patting my tummy. He sighed loudly. “Ok fine we can keep the cum droplet I just don’t wanna pay” I smiled “OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “So……. will you marry me?” I gasped suuuper loud “OF COURSE BAKUGOU!!!!! I LOVE U!!!”

TIMESKIP!!!!!!!! UwU I loveeee this story so far; hope u guys like it too ;3

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We ended up having 8 babys. I’m the #1 hero (author’s note: Deku is too baby to be a hero 🥺 I think Strong reader-chan is better for that >:3) and Kacchan is my sidekick. Our kids have the strongst quirks in the world!!!1!!! Ray Andy Mei Akira Bobby David & Deku Jr have explosion-Ice quirks, but Maya (author’s note: Maya is my faaavoriteeee UvU) has A SUPER POWERFUL ICE QUIRK (just like her mama)!!!!!! We lived a very happy nice life after that and had a ton of money!!

BONUS SMUT!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehe I wanted to do a lil extra ~spicy~ something as a reward for reading this far >wO

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Kacchan plugged me up with his thicc Pleasure Pump. I whined “KA-KACCHAN YOU’RE TOO BIG~” He didn’t listen and kept going pounding me into the wall. There was a collar around my neck (author’s note: K!NKYYYYYY~~~~~) and my Face was mushd into the wall. He kept going for quite some time until he hit something in me. I scREAMED “OOOOHHHHHH KACCHAN THAT’S ITtTtTTTTttttTTTT~~~” he grunted and pushed harder. His manhood felt so GOOOOOOD. (author’s note: I kinda want Bakugouwu to @#!% me if u know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) He did it until he Cummed; taking it out so we wouldn’t have more babys.

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HEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEEEE THAT WAS SO HOT *w*. ANYWAYSSS HERE’S AN AUTHOR-CHAN QnA!!!!!!!

Favorite food: BAKUGOU UwU

Favorite character: BBY DEKU!!!! He’s MINE get away Broke Uraraka >:((((

Favorite color: Anything but pink :/ soooo cringy

Favorite Anime: MY HERO OBV!!!

Ships: Me x my hero boysss 🤤 the girls are all dumb and gay is sin :^/

Next chapter????:

NEXT CHAPTER PREVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Deku stared at us jelously. “I-I don’t understand… I…. I really like you Sarah-Chan!!! Why did u have to choose Kacchan 🥺” I looked at him sadly. “He got me pregnent Deku-chan I had toooo” He looked at Bakugou mad. “You took my crush away from me Kacchan…….” Kacchan yelled at him “SHE’S MINE SO BACK OFF BAKA-DEKUUUUU!!!!!!!!” Deku started cryeing and looked at me for help “She was supposed to be MY wife Mean Kacchan :(“ Bakugou laughed. “NO CHANCE LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The next chapter will be coming out sooooon :D I hope you guys liked!!!!! It’s gonna be so good and even a little smutty *o* n e wAys, catch all you lil reader-chan beans l8ter!!!

Last updated: April 1, 2016

[This is 100% a joke and not a real representation of my writing skills. Happy April Fools ;D]

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[lostinwoods]

Problem with Sunrise and the Yashahime production.

In order to write a story, you have to be in love with your characters. A story is like your baby, the baby you have made. If you are not in love with it, not proud of it, no one will ever be.

Your characters are a representation of your personal inhibitions and likings, your skill, your talent and the sweat you shed trying to nurture them and mould them the way you would love them to be.

Your story, your character might deal with a lot, showcase many probable facts, or might just be there for its own sake. But, they will always be loved by you, revered by you.

Your character will a personality of their own.

But that is the problem with Yashahime production. They treat their characters as just that, character. They do not blow a soul into their character. That is why their characters are withour life, as dry as husk.

Nothing can improve a storyline if your characters are not lively. No story will ever progress without a character.

The characters they have created for Yashahime are pathetic, they are meant to imitate their parents. But they do not even reach their toes. The characters run around like their heads been chopped off, doing generic things that do nothing to shape their characters.

Towa is bizzare! At first, she was shown as a fiercely protective sister to Mei. But then Setsuna and Moroha show up and she suddenly leaves behind everything in that era and follows her sister with a promise 'Imma gonna return!', but then making no efforts to ever go back, potentially even forgetting about the parents that raised her for so long. What is that saying about her character? That she is an ungrateful bitch, who will never show any love to the people who cared for her.

Heck, at least Kagome found a way to return back home time to time. Maybe Towa does not find a way, but she should try, just like how she tries to save Sestuna from whatever butterfly.

Towa surmised to be the main character is worse than Inuyasha being an idiot and swinging his eword. Even as idiotic people used to make Inuyasha, that boy was so intelligent that Towa looks like a spec of dust infront of Inu's fighting talent. Towa is Inu in a fanfiction where he swings his sword left and right without inhibition done right! Towa is the absolute description of someone who swing their sword left and right. I am not even joking. She legit pokes her sword here and there and then her eye does the glowy thing and she whips out a light saber. What the fuck will she do when the pearl will disappear from her eye I wonder. Sesshomaru probably had done one thing right, he had assessed the brains of his children correctly and placed those pearls. They truly would have never made it alive without those.

Setsuna was shown as a demon slayer who sometimes badmouthed her own trade of demon slaying. Like seriously? Then she changed into a stagnant character who does nothing other than stand beside the girls and give them a hand time to time. Often been shown as a character who does not care about Moroha much but is saved time to time by the girl. Sometimes Sestuna is even shown to have great feelings for her twin and her cousin, but the rest of the time, she is as bland as a sheet of paper. Now...that is dissociative identity done right!

The twins in all have been seen as characters who are most of the time dubiously flipping from one character trait to another. They were meant to each reperesent the white and dark traits of Sesshomaru maybe potentially both settling in the grayer zone. But, unfortunately turned out to be sisters with a serious case of split personality disorder.

Who are the parents? Where are the parents? Where is Sesshomaru in there? Where is Rin in there? You wanna make Rin a pathetic bimbo who dolled herself to simp Sesshomaru? Think again! Rin is a massive mean lady when she wants to be. She has the mouth of a sassy female when she was 10. She is independent, courageous, fiercely protective and loyal. Where are those things in the twins? Do not insult Rin by making her their mother, seriously devs.

Moroha is the only character who remains at a constant pace of a character which probably is a mixture of Inuyasha and Kagome. But then subsequently has not inherited the love for their parents that both Inuyasha and Kagome had exhibited. Why make her so unfeeling and hateful, why would she not care about parents like Inuyasha and Kagome? Moroha is shown to not only not care about her parents but actively ignore any subject related to them. Maybe the girl could have been just bitter about her parents abondoning her but the girl clearly has all her memories about what shit went down during her birth. She knows her parents were protecting her from danger. Then why not let someone speak of them? What I can infer is probably a misunderstanding.

Well, maybe Moroha is the only character who could pull it through with Yashahime. By the way things are going, it seems she is the only one gaining personality and would probably become the best character after her misunderstanding with InuKag clears up.

The villains that are created are a different issue altogether. They are stumbling fools who have the fighting talent of pricking their toes on a nail and dying.

The main villain, or what we know to be the main villain has no agenda, no motive and no will whatsoever. I mean they show the villain to be so vague that he himself is not sure of what he is doing. Like...bruh, seriously?

Riku was maybe designed to be a clever anti hero but turned out to be a diabolical psycopath who makes no sense of what the fuck he wants to do. How he wants to sort things out. Often introduced as a character being present in during all major events. But has no major role in the series. For a dude as diabolical as Riku, you would figure him to be cunning and wise but nah...he ain't that. He is rather a pedophilic bastard who is shown sniffing Towa out far more than he does anything of use. And at the end just probably wants to gobble the pearls down like coloured M&M's.

Zero was introduced as a rather villanious character but her backstory turned her into a whiny bitch who could not take Inu Taisho's rejection/death properly and played table tennis with the powerful Shikon. Then she is promoted into a nagging sister who is there to beat her brother, Kirinmaru out of his home and get rid of his serious shut in personality. Okay...and then what? Nothing, that's what!

Hisui? Who's that? A MirSan replica? Bruh...please! Kilala got better personality than that Taijiya misfortune! How and why the fuck is that lame fuck even trusted with the Hiraikotsu? Guess he is about to break his fingers carrying that massive weapon one of these days.

The OG cast, let's just say that an immature ten years old would have done better things with them compared to these asinine production teams.

Nothing will fix Yashahime if the characters are not fixed. They seriously give me anxiety over how useless they can be.

Moroha should have been made the main character, Yashahime would have been 40 times more enjoyable!

#inuyasha #anime #anti yashahime #hanyou no yashahime #kagome #sesshomaru #anti sessrin #higurashi towa #yashahime setsuna #yashahime moroha

[kitkat1003]

Trust is for fools, and I’ve always been called stupid

The Calabash was...something.  Terrible, confusing, but for a moment...nice.

It was easy to trust it, the kindness.  MK resolves never to do that again.  And then he trusts Macaque, because he’s stupid, and in the aftermath of DBK and the failure that was the skeleton key, MK doesn’t think he can trust anything at all.

Least of all, himself.

(or, “I just wanted to be good enough.  Like you.” and the consequences thereof)

MK knows, for a fact, that he’s not smart.  He’s not a tactician.  He doesn’t have the brains to strategize, not really.  If anything, that’s Tang’s department, because Tang has so much knowledge in that brain.  Even Pigsy could figure out a better plan than he could.

Which is fine.  MK is find with leaning on others, so long as he pulls his weight twice as much so it’s equal.  He’s the hero, he’s got to show them that even if he’s not smart, he’s at least dependable in any situation.  The clones were a mess, and he realizes that he just has to get used to sleeping less.

And he does, too.  Soon, he can go through live with six hours of sleep, 2 am to 8am every night after partying, and still kick it through the day.  No one makes comments on the bags under his eyes, because he gets a little makeup to fix that, and he doesn’t let his smile falter.

So really, why would anyone ask?  No need to worry, right?

Sometimes Pigsy looks at him a certain way, like he’s trying to decipher something.  One those days, MK pumps up the energy to 11, to prove that he’s okay.

Somehow, that makes Pigsy’s frown deepen, instead of lightening it.

Then he messes up Mei’s thing at her house, and again at the race.  Then the Calabash happens.  Then he loses the skeleton key.  Then he trusts Macaque, yells at Monkey King.  Then he fights DBK again.

And at the end of it all, there’s still a lingering doubt that he’s done anything good.  That he’s done enough.

So he helps out with the city reconstruction, on the weekends.  Hangs out with Mei, trains with Monkey King, works at the noodle shop. paints with Sandy, talks with Tang.  He balances it all out, and if he has 0 time for himself, that’s fine.  Who needs alone time?

But then, one day, he’s training with Monkey King.  He’s teaching him a few katas, because while MK is fantastic at twirling the staff around and blocking things from time to time, he still fumbles.  Some katas will give him the muscle memory to be a bit crazy.

Some of them are stupid hard, though.  There’s a lot of little steps involved, and MK is still getting into this whole focus business.

(It’s a stain on his pride, that that’s a lesson he still hasn’t exactly mastered.  Monkey King always says that it’s fine, as long as he’s trying, but that’s worthless platitude and MK knows it.)

He’s been working through this one kata for like, an hour, and he can tell Monkey King is getting a little frustrated with him.  He doesn’t say it, but MK knows.  He can get annoying.

But then, he tries again, for what feels like the 1000th time, and when he’s done Monkey King cheers.

“YES!  Oh, that-that was perfect, kid!” Monkey King is smiling, and MK wants to be happy about it, but.

Perfect.

He said perfect.

And MK, he knows he isn’t in the Calabash, he broke it, but he doesn’t want to hear that word, because it reminds him of too much of what he wanted then, consistent praise, kindness from everyone, the knowledge that he wasn’t completely useless, because he did it.  He saved everyone.

He wants that but he’ll never get it.  Not yet anyway.

“Kid?” MK flinches at the sound, blinking away his thoughts.  Monkey King has gone from smiling to pensive, if not concerned, arms crossed over his chest.

“I really did good?” MK puts on his trademark smile, and Monkey King softens.

“Heck yeah.  I think that’s good enough for today, you got an easy ten katas under your belt.  Practice them at home in the meanwhile, kay?” And MK wants to argue, because he needs to know more, faster, but he nods, waving a cheery goodbye and running off.

There’s a thrumming energy in him, that he needs to do something, anything, to let this out.

So he punches a wall, and the skin of his knuckles bleed.

He stares at it for a few moments, and realizes that the buzzing energy is gone.  He can breathe.

He doesn’t bandage it until he gets home.

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It becomes part of a routine.  When he feels this...extra energy, all it takes is a little pain.  And punching things will make him stronger, anyway, so it’s basically training.  He really needs to catch up on that.

Mei invites him to a race, as a mark of goodwill considering the last time.  He declines, and practices Katas for three hours until it’s party time after Mei’s obvious win.

His limbs feel like lead but he still parties till it’s past midnight.  Sleeps for six hours.  Goes to work.

Punches a wall.

Rinse and repeat.

Tang and Pigsy notice the bandages on his hands, wrapped around his fingers and knuckles.  The first few days they say little, but Tang mentions it as MK busses tables.

“Just a new look,” he shrugs it off.

“A new look to look like you’re a street gang kid?” Pigsy barks from the kitchen, and MK shrugs.

He buys red gloves a day or so later, so they don’t see the bandages anymore.  When they ask, he says he wanted the look to be more authentic.

They stop asking questions.  Mission accomplished.

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He messes up eventually.  He keeps screwing up at meditation, either twitching too much or practically falling asleep.  He’s practically thrown out of the training grounds by a reasonably annoyed and disappointed Monkey King.

And, to top it off, he scheduled his training day on the wrong day off, so now he apparently missed a shift at work.  Pigsy shouts at him, threatens to fire him, and MK doesn’t even have the energy to try panickily apologize.

So he just takes it.

“Sorry, Pigsy,” He manages, and heads up to his room, missing the look of surprise and concern that flashes on Pigsy’s face.

What a mess.  Stupid, he’s so stupid!

He slams his fist into his head, and then blinks in surprise, because the pain felt good.  It scrambled his thoughts, brought him back into focus.

He at least, this time, doesn’t have to make an excuse about covering his temples.  He’s already got his headband.

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Things go back to normal, with MK’s shitty sleep schedule and shittier habits, and he’s so, so proud when no one notices, but also almost betrayed?  Do they not care enough to notice?  Are they just not looking anymore?

When he goes through the town he keeps his eyes peeled.  He has enemies, like spiders and Macaque and DBK and Red Son and Princess Iron Fan, Yin and Jin and a million others.  You can’t trust anyone, and you’re not safe.  He knows this, makes sure he remembers it, because when you forget that that’s when you get hurt, or someone you care for gets hurt.

It all comes to a head when he’s coming to the noodle shop after a long day of training, figuring a nice bowl of noodles and soup will be the perfect energy boost to get him through the rest of the day, but when he gets back the lights are off.

Now that he thinks about it, Monkey King let him out a little early, didn’t he?

He’s on edge as he walks through the door, and then the lights flick on.

“SURPRISE!”

And MK, he doesn’t see his four friends and mentor, he sees an attack.  This is out of the ordinary, this isn’t normal, Pigsy doesn’t close shop early, Monkey King doesn’t let him out of training early.

He screams, and the staff is in his hand, and the end of it shoots outward, stretching towards one of the figures.

Pigsy ducks, and the staff embeds itself in the wall.

MK blinks.  Stares.  Doesn’t breathe because he’s shaking.

“MK?” Mei starts, but then.

“WHAT THE HELL KID?!” Pigsy shouts, and MK drops the staff and runs.

When he leaves, Monkey King picks up his staff, making it vanish. He sits, cross-legged on his cloud, and crosses his arms over his chest.

“We’re going after him, right?”

“Obviously!” Pigsy growls out, and they go.

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Realistically, MK knows he shouldn’t be terrified of his friends.

But they’re all stronger and better than him, and Monkey King was there too, and he messed up and perfectly good thing because he wasn’t good enough, because he freaked out over nothing, and now everyone is mad at him.

He stops in an alley, pounding his fists against his head.

“Stupid,” He mutters.  “Stupid, stupid!”  Harder, and harder, he needs to get this feeling out.  Doesn’t matter if it hurts.  Harder, and harder, biting his lip so hard it bleeds, curled up in an alley.

He hears a voice, muffled, from far away.

“Found him!  MK, it’s-what are you doing?!” Mei almost screams, and that gets Pigsy, Sandy, Tang, and Monkey King there faster than she expected.  MK doesn’t hear her, he keeps muttering to himself, keeps slamming his fists into his head.

Monkey King grabs his wrists, right before another swing, and MK freezes, blinking tiredly.  His head hurts.  His gloves have spikes on them, for the aesthetic, and he feels something wet trailing down the side of his face.

“Kid?” Monkey King tries, and MK knows he needs to reply, but the world’s getting fuzzy.  

“Kid!”

He passes out.

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He wakes up on a cloud, and for a moment is pretty sure he’s dead.

“Not quite,” Someone calls, and oh, he must have said that aloud.

He sits up, and he’s in the noodle shop, on Monkey King’s cloud.

Said Monkey King is standing next to him, a frown on his face, and MK wants to vanish.

“M-Monkey King, I-,” he raises a hand, and realizes his gloves are missing.  as is his headband.  They’ve been replaced with bandages.

“You nearly gave yourself a concussion, you idiot,” Pigsy comes from the back, holding a bowl of noodles.  He practically shoves it into MK’s arms, and MK fumbles with it, before he steadies.  He takes the chopsticks, and stares down at the bowl.

“Don’t spill any.  This cloud doesn’t dry clean,” Monkey King jokes, and MK nods, shakily, and eats.  He doesn’t say anything, and everyone just watches.  It’s unnerving.

The bowl is taken out of his hands, and Tang takes it to the sink, before MK can even think to move to get up.

“...am I in trouble?” He asks, shoulders hiking up to his ears, and Pigsy sighs.  Monkey King shrugs.

“Kind of,” Is the reply he gets from his mentor, and MK deflates.

“MK, why the hell were you hitting yourself hard enough to make you bleed,” It’s not phrased as a question, and MK flinches.

“It’s just-it helps me,” Pigsy raises a brow at that, and MK lets the words fall out of his mouth, rapid fire.  “I just-I got to be good, right?  I have to to good work, and be better, and get better, and sometimes I get stressed out but then I just-I hit something and I can focus,” He glances over to Monkey King.  “Focus is important right?  I’m just doing that, you know?”

Monkey King looks a bit a lost, and a lot concerned.

“Kid-,” MK interrupts his mentor and doesn’t have the focus to even be nervous about it.

“I shouldn’t have started hitting my head, that was stupid-,” for a moment, one of his hands reaches up in a muscle memory of motion, but Monkey King grabs him by the wrist and pulls his arm back down.  “I can just go back to hitting other stuff, yknow?  To keep me on track.  And I’ll do better, promise,” He glances between his friends, but instead of making them feel better, they only look more concerned.

“Better at what?  You do plenty?” Mei tilts her head to the side, confused.

“Maybe...,” MK shrugs it off.

“What is even your schedule like?” Tang asks.  “If you’re this concerned about messing it up?”

“I work here from nine to six, then I eat, practice katas, and then hang out with Mei or paint with Sandy or hang out with Tang.  Party until one, sleep at two, wake up at eight.  I train with Monkey King on days I’m off, and I look to see who needs help on the weekends,” He prattles it off proudly, but Monkey King’s eyes narrow.

“And when do you relax?” He asks, and MK tilts his head to the side at the question.

“When I’m asleep?”

“MK, I thought you’d learned to not overwork yourself after the clones thing,” Tang pipes up, and MK blinks.

“But I’m not using clones.  I got better instead,” Pigsy groans.

“Kid, you’re a candle burning at both ends.  No wonder you’re about to fall apart.” Pigsy rubs at his temples in frustration, and MK stares.

“But-but I have to!  I got to-I got to do something!  And I’m good at this, I can do this!  I have to!”

“Why?” 

Mei’s question stops him short, and MK doesn’t know how to explain.

“You can trust us, you know.  We can pick up the slack,” Tang calls, from his place at the noodle bar.  MK snorts.

“You can’t trust anyone, and you’re not safe,” he mumbles.  Monkey King’s ear twitches.

“The hell did you learn that from?” His mentor turns to him, and MK shrugs.

“Jin and Yin.  The Calabash.  The Skeleton key.  Macaque,” He clenches his fists.  That buzzing feeling is back, and it’s hard to breathe.  He doesn’t know how to focus, he doesn’t 

“Fuck, kid, you were in the Calabash?  That’s a nightmare, no wonder you’re messed up.  Why didn’t you say something?” Monkey places a hand on top of one of MK’s fists.

“Wasn’t important.  I’m okay.”

“You’re not,” Pigsy barks.

“I’m okay enough.”

“You shouldn’t have to be!”

“But I’m the hero!” MK shouts, jumping off of the cloud and looming over Pigsy, in a rare moment where his height advantage means something.  “I have to keep the world safe, I have to stop the bad guys, I have to be better!”

“You have time,” Monkey King tries, and MK whirls on him.

“No, I don’t, because you waited until the last second to have anything to do with me!”

The shout isn’t mean to come out like that, but Monkey King flinches like he’s been hit, and MK curls in on himself.  He’s not bitter, he’s not, it’s just...frustrating.  That he has to train and fight bad guys who have thousands of years on him.  He can’t ever catch up, but he’s trying.  Isn’t that enough?

“Kid-,” Monkey King reaches out, and MK turns away.

“No-I’m sorry-that isn’t fair,” he lifts his hands up. “Stupid-”

Pigsy grabs one arm and Monkey King the other, and MK is frozen, fists raised towards his head.

MK sniffles.  And then he sobs.

He drops to his knees on the floor, crying because it’s so much and he was handling it even when it hurt and now everyone knows how pathetic and weak he is.

“It’s so hard!” He cries.  “I was just trying to be better!”

Pigsy pulls him close, and hugs.

“Kid, you’re doing fine.  Better than fine.  You got to deal with a lot of shit, and it’s hard, but you’re doing a good job.  But you don’t have to do this all.  You can take breaks,” MK doesn’t think he remember Pigsy ever speaking this soft.

“I thought there were no breaks in the war against the enemy,” He mumbles, and Pigsy snorts.

“I can make an exception, but only this time,” MK chuckles.  Pigsy lets go, and MK wipes his eyes, standing.

He turns to Monkey King.

“Listen, kid,” Monkey King looks worlds of uncomfortable.  “MK,” he amends.  “I didn’t know how bad this would get.  Couldn’t teach you with the staff until you got it.  And, uh, I figured experience learning would work, since that was how it was with me.  Mostly,” He shrugs, and MK just stares.  “But I’m sorry you had to deal with all that.  You’re my student.  I should protect you more, when you’re still learning.”

“It’s okay,” MK says, automatic.  Monkey King’s eyes soften with something undiscernible.

“Sure, kid,” He mutters, and MK wonders who is blaming who at this point.

“Okay,” Mei pipes up.  “Are we gonna celebrate MK’s birthday or what?”

MK blinks.

“It’s my birthday?”

“You forgot?!”

“I was busy!’

They’re laughing, and Pigsy heads into the kitchen.  Something about a cake.

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MK is barred from working the next day, as well as training and partying.  He’s only to do something that is for him, not for anyone else.

So he draws, all day, little sketches.  Drawings of him, of Pigsy, of Sandy, of Mei, of Tang, of Monkey King.

A new routine.

He works from 9 to 6, 3 days a week.  Trains two days a week.  Has weekends off, to do whatever he wants.  Mei calls him to party, and always asks what he did the day before extending her invitation.  Same with Sandy and Tang.

He wonders if they’re conspiring against him.  For him?  Whatever.

Pigsy checks his hands and temples every day for two months.  It’s embarrassing, especially when MK messes up and hits himself, or something, again.

Mei is a good distraction.  She takes him to his favorite places, reminding him of the things he forgot.  How to have fun.  How to relax.

Monkey King is very...gentle isn’t the right word.  But protective?  Perhaps.  MK stumbles during a kata and he’s getting his legs checked out by a suspicious monkey.

He thinks Monkey King is embarrassed that he couldn’t tell MK was hurt.  That must be it.

Eventually, the bruises fade.  His knuckles have a few scars, but he throws away the gloves regardless.

“You’re getting better,” Monkey King tells him one day, when he swings the staff, willing it to stretch out to hit the dummy twenty feet away.

MK smiles.

He’s getting better.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #monkie kid monkey king #monkie kid mk #self harm #kitkat1003

[blackrose343]

Betrayed Marriage 2021 - NSFW

This fanfic is for 18+

Warnings: Affair and sex

Kuroshitsuji / Black Butler - Sebastian x Mia Roberts (OC)

Fanfic summary: Mia’s wedding to Viscount Druitt was months away. Mia wants to tell Sebastian her feelings before the wedding. Confessing her feelings to Sebastian results in a night filled with passion.

4,241 words

This was written in 2012 or 2013. It was a request by KirstinLove on deviantart. I don’t remember what exactly the request was. All I can remember is they wanted their OC, Mia Roberts, with Sebastian. The reason I added 2021 to the title is because I am beyond embarrassed with the original fanfic. This isn’t a complete redo but I did take out a couple things and changed it a bit. So it’s not exactly the same as the original.

Today was another day during the “season”, the time of year when the people of England host a bunch of gatherings. Everyone was getting ready to attend one, except for Lady Mia Roberts and Earl Ciel Phantomhive. They were getting ready for a business meeting with each other. They know each other quite well since both of their families are good business partners and friends. With this advantage the meeting shouldn’t take long.

At the Roberts manor, one of Mia’s servants was fixing Mia’s hair. Another servant was getting ready to apply Mia’s make-up. Mia looked at her reflection mindlessly. She and her servants were looking at a beautiful girl. Long black wavy hair and ice blue eyes on pale skin. Except, Mia saw something else that no one else could see: her excitement and lust. Mia was excited once again to visit the Phantomhive manor (by herself). She enjoys going there with her family, but she likes going there by herself more. Why? Because she can easily admire Sebastian Michealis, the Phantomhive butler. Mia admits to herself she has a crush on him. 

It’s a secret she has kept for too long. Why? Because she has an arranged marriage. Her wedding was coming up in a couple months. She wanted to confess to Sebastian before it was too late. She’s nervous about it but had to figure out how to confess to him. Thinking about being alone with Sebastian gave her goosebumps. Her mind left reality, conjuring her desires.

Mia’s thoughts veered to the erotic route. She wanted to lean her head back and moan. Just in time, she remembered her servants were with her. It reminded Mia of her current situation. She wanted to tell her parents that she did not want to marry Viscount Druitt. Her thoughts roamed all over the place regarding love and marriage, until one of her servants popped her out of them. Mia had to leave soon or she would be late for the meeting.

“Welcome, Lady Roberts. How are you?” Tanaka greeted Mia as his formal self. Mia wondered where Sebastian was.

“Hello, Tanaka. I’m fine and I told you all to call me ‘Mia’.” Mia tripped over her dress as she exited the carriage. She would have fallen face first into the ground if Tanaka hadn't caught her. Tanaka helped Mia straighten herself up. She thought she heard a low chuckle. Mia ignored it and went into the manor. The other Phantomhive servants, besides Sebastian, greeted Mia. She could see them waving with big goofy smiles on their faces. Mia couldn’t help but smile and wave back. Ciel came down the stairs. 

Mey-Rin and Finny gave Mia a big hug and asked how she was doing. Bard stood out of hugging range and said hello. Before Mia could say anything, Ciel came over and told Mia he wanted to get everything over with. He needed some time to get ready for the party Madam Red was hosting. Mia eagerly followed Ciel to where their meeting would take place. Mia decided to ask where Sebastian was.

“He’s off today.”

“Oh.” Ciel heard your disappointment.

“I thought shinigamis and demons didn’t get along.”

“Ciel, how many times do I have to tell you. I’m a human. I work for the Undertaker and at Shinigami Headquarters part time? I mean, how can I be a shinigami when my parents and brother are human?”

“Sorry, I keep forgetting since I see you with them when I go on missions for the Queen. No need to get defensive.”

“It’s alright I’m just shocked you would even let Sebastian have a day off. I’m used to seeing him with you all the time. I always thought you would never let him leave your side.” Ciel ignored Mia’s last comment. Both of them situated themselves as Mia got ready to talk about business. Mia and Ciel were sitting on opposite sides of a chess board preparing to play. They always thought the meetings were less boring when they played games.

They finished their game before finishing the meeting. They moved to a bigger table with more comfortable chairs. When Mia was seated, she felt something furry against her leg. She thought it was weird. She believed she may have felt the rug. She was proven wrong when she felt it again. Nonstop this creature would rub itself against Mia’s legs. She wanted to find out what it was. She pushed it to the back of her mind. She had a business meeting to finish.

Ciel noticed Mia wasn’t paying attention and asked if everything was alright. She nodded, encouraging him to continue speaking about his plans. As Ciel was explaining, the furry creature’s activity was getting weirder and weirder. It went under Mia’s dress. She felt little licks along her legs. Each one going higher and higher. Gently kicking it away didn’t work. Mia was getting annoyed. She chose not to say anything because she didn’t want to worry Ciel. She also believed she could take care of this herself.

Mia put her full attention on Ciel. If she didn’t pay attention, then the meeting would never end. She completely forgot about the creature. Mia was unaware of where the creature was licking. The creature pushed Mia’s undergarments aside then licked her precious spot. Mia jumped out of her chair squeaking like a mouse. She knew she made a fool of herself. It was proven more when she fell on her butt. Ciel jumped out of his chair in shock, then went to help Mia. Before Ciel came to her, Mia saw what was messing around with her. It was a black cat with red eyes.

“Those eyes look familiar. No, it can’t be. Can it? Ciel can’t have cats since he’s allergic to them.” Mia was getting lost in thought again. Ciel offered his hand, but she didn’t take it. She was sitting on the floor. Eyes fixated where the cat was. Ciel didn’t know how to snap Mia out of it, so he just gently hit her upside the head. It worked but irked Mia. “What was that for?!”

“You had a blank look on your face, so I thought I’d just bring you back to reality.”

“Just cause someone has a blank face, doesn’t mean you can hit them!”

“My manor, so I can do whatever I want.”

“Sure you can. What would Sebastian do if he heard that?”

“Why bring him into this? Do you want him to pop out of nowhere and defend you like a knight in shining armor?”

“No!” Ciel chuckled  then teased Mia about liking Sebastian. Mia wished her blush wasn’t showing Ciel that he was right. “It’s just thought he was like a fatherly figure to you.”

“Right, cause a fatherly figure would throw you across a frozen lake.”

“He was trying to prevent you from drowning since some idiot was throwing firecrackers on a frozen lake.”

“Whatever. I’ll see you at the party. Don’t worry, your knight in shining armor will be there.”

“He’s not my knight in shining armor!” Mia put in as much effort as she could to prove she didn’t have a crush on Sebastian. She decided to quit when she left.

When a servant opened the carriage door, he saw that Mia was concentrating on something. Before Mia noticed, he turned away and offered his hand. Mia was arguing with herself about confessing to Sebastian. She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. This caused her to trip. All of the servants immediately ran to Mia, offering to help her. Mia recovered herself quickly. She reassured everyone she was okay by giving them a reassuring smile. (Some of the servants questioned if she was truly okay...in the head.)

Mia had a hard time figuring out which dress to wear to Madame Red’s party. She wanted something that would get attention, but not to her breasts. Too many men attempted to sneak glances at them when she went to parties. Which, to her, proved that all men were the same: nothing but perverts. (The Viscount verified it more so.) She really wanted a dress that would impress Sebastian. “Ugh! Which dress should I wear?!”

“My Lady, if I could.”

“Please do. I can’t figure out what to wear.”

“How about this one, my Lady?” Mia’s servant pointed at a blue and black dress. It had a top layer of blue with a bunch of folds and bow near the bottom of the layer, then the black showed. A blue bow was placed in front of where people could see her collar. The sleeves were about three inches wide with ruffles.

“Perfect!” The servants changed Mia and fixed her hair and makeup. When they finished Mia looked exquisite. She was shocked about the way she looked. She couldn’t even believe it was her.

“Lady Mia, the Viscount of Druitt is here.” one of Mia’s servants from down stairs called.

“I’ll be right there.” Mia dismissed the servants. She examined herself in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect before leaving. Grumbling about the Viscount escaped her. “I can’t believe my parents are making me marry him. I wish I could marry Sebastian instead.”

“My Lady, you do know that he is a servant.” Mia instantly whipped her head around. She was unaware that one of her servants remained in the room with her. “But I do agree. He is quite handsome.”

As Mia approached the carriage, she wondered how her parents convinced him to marry her. Mia knew that he was a womanizer, but she did not know if her parents did or not. She asked her parents multiple times, but they always said not to worry about it.

“Hello, my darling blue jay.”

“Hello, Viscount Druitt.” Mia and the Viscount chatted during the ride. When they were only a couple of miles away, they could see Madam Red’s manor glowing bright from all of the lights. When they arrived, Mia was proud she didn’t trip and followed the Viscount inside. They both got bombarded by greetings then went their separate ways. Mia started her nonchalant search for Sebastian while the Viscount surrounded himself with women.

No luck finding Sebastian since people kept approaching Mia to talk about their lovers or her upcoming wedding. Talking about her wedding made Mia depressed. Thinking about a life with the Viscount could sour any mood. Mia knew the Viscount didn’t love her. He enjoyed his lifestyle too much and would never truly leave it. 

She let the group she was talking to and went outside. She needed some fresh air. She admired the night sky. Her thoughts prevented her from fully admiring it. They were going all over the place. Life with the Viscount. Future expectations from her parents. Mia just realized the shinigamis would be thrilled if Mia had a relationship with Sebastian.

“Ugh, this sucks! Where is he?!” Mia wanted nothing more than to confess to Sebastian. She hoped it would somehow magically solve all of her problems.

“Where’s who?” Mia wasn't expecting a familiar flamboyant voice to answer.

“Grell! I didn’t know you were her- I’m sorry, who are you?” Mia found a mediocre looking servant. Long dark brown hair in a ponytail with red rectangle glasses.

“Hehe, it’s me, Grell Sutcliff!” Grell smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth. Grell quickly covered her mouth, hoping no one besides you heard her. Mia was shocked and impressed. She knew Grell would always wear anything red and meets her definition of “attractive”. Grell was aware of Mia’s reaction to her. She defended herself by explaining she was doing this to stick around someone she took an interest in. She left before Mia could squeeze in any questions.

“Such a shame for Viscount Druitt to leave a lovely woman such as yourself all alone.” Hearing Sebastian whisper that in Mia’s ear was ecstasy within itself. She was getting aroused and wet for him. She wanted to do it with him now and didn’t care who would see them. Her eyes showed lust, a strong powerful urge for Sebastian to be inside her. She started to get goosebumps. Her legs were becoming wobbly.

“I-I have something to tell you…” Mia barely started her confession before stopping herself. Sebastian’s attention was taken away from Mia. He was looking inside, eyes glowing with anger and annoyance. Mia became concerned. Maybe something was happening to Ciel. Sebastian’s demeanor relaxed as he pulled Mia into his arms. Mia was shocked and in bliss. Sebastian apologized explaining he thought he senses something unusual. Mia understood. It was Sebastian’s job to protect Ciel no matter what.

“Well, what did you want to tell me?” Mia couldn’t answer. She was still shocked that Sebastian was hugging her and holding her so tightly and carefully.

“I wanted to tell you tha-”

“Sebastian, thank you for finding my darling blue jay.” Mia’s eyes and mouth widened in disbelief. She wanted to rip the Viscount in half. Maybe throw him off the balcony too. Sebastian and the Viscount could sense Mia’s anger.

“You know what, I’ll just leave by myself. Sebastian, will you make sure she gets home safely?”

“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.” Mia couldn’t tell if she heard jealousy in Sebastian’s voice. Once the Viscount left, Sebastian asked Mia what she wanted to tell him. Before she answered, she looked around to see if anyone else was nearby. When she looked under the balcony, she almost fell. Lucky for her, Sebastian caught her. Sebastian was filled with the desire and temptation to have his way with Mia. Before that could happen, he continued to help her. Mia was embarrassed. Her embarrassment sucked the little confidence she had.

“I am so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Now, will you tell me what you were trying to tell earlier?”

“Umm...I uh-umm.” Mia was having a hard time getting the words together. The voice in her head commanded her to confess. All Mia could do was continue the argument in her head from earlier. Ciel coming out of nowhere scared Mia back to reality. She jumped up a little causing Her lips to join with Sebastian’s. Both hers and Sebastian’s eyes widened in shock. Mia could hear Ciel chuckling as he left her and Sebastian alone.

“So that's what you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes. Sebastian, I liked you for a while, but I knew it wouldn’t have worked out since I have to marry the Viscount soon. I-I just wanted to tell you this before...the wedding.” Mia freed herself from Sebastian, preparing to walk away. There was no reaction from Sebastian. He hasn’t said a thing. Before she moved, Sebastian chuckled. She was expecting to see Sebastian chuckling because her confession was stupid. His smirk was saying something else.

Sebastian wrapped his arm around Mia’s waist, pulling her to him. Mia���s head bent back a little, so Sebastian started to kiss her neck and formed a hickey once he had her. Mia moaned in response, slowly closing her eyes from the pleasure.

“Sebastian...We should go somewhere more private.” Mia quietly moaned. With that, Sebastian stopped what he was doing. Mia was disappointed that he stopped, but knew more would be coming soon. Sebastian jumped off the balcony and took Mia to his room in a flash.

When Sebastian and Mia got to his room, he threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. Mia welcomed him with open arms and pulled him down. She wanted this more than anything and couldn’t wait any longer.

“Eager, are we?”

“Yes, I wanted you for so long. I can’t stop thinking about you. ”

“Well, then I won’t keep you waiting.” Sebastian smirked. Mia was excited and filled with joy and a lot of lust. She wanted Sebastian now and to never let him go. She wanted him for herself.

Sebastian wouldn’t deny anymore that he wanted her for a while. He became angered and jealous each time another man looked at her. He wanted to kill whoever looked at Mia with ill intentions. He especially wanted to kill the Viscount for always flirting with other women when Mia wasn’t around. For taking Mia for granted.

Sebastian pecked Mia on the lips. Mia lifted her head up for more peppered kisses. He enjoyed watching people beg for things, but Mia’s begging was different. Her seductive pleas leaving her plump rosy lips gave Sebastian the desire to tease her. He tried to slide his tongue into Mia’s mouth, but she kept her lips closed and smiled sweetly at him. 

Sebastian became excited for the first time since making the contract with Ciel. He smirked while taking his glove off with his teeth. Mia melted at the sight, but then jumped up and shivered. Sebastian put his hand under Mia’s dress and started to rub her inner thigh. Mia couldn’t stop shivering. She wanted Sebastian more. 

Mia pulled Sebastian’s head down. She stuck her tongue out signaling she wanted Sebastian to make out with her. Sebastian continued to rub her thigh as he made out with her. He pushed her hair back and gave her thigh a squeeze. Mia lifted her body off the bed and moaned. Her breasts pressed up against Sebastian’s chest.

Mia was getting impatient and wanted Sebastian to know she wanted more of him. She rubbed her leg up against Sebastian’s cock. Sebastian wanted to continue teasing her. He responded to Mia by kissing down her neck, forming hickies wherever he could. He started to take her clothes off. Mia followed his lead, taking his clothes off too.

Wandering hands. Ecstasy filled moans. Mia’s mind couldn’t keep up with what was going on. Sweat was starting to slide off Sebastian and on to Mia. Mia’s sweat was only caught by Sebastian’s tongue.

Once they were both naked, Sebastian stopped what he was doing. Mia was trying to pull him down again, but he just smirked. Mia pouted. Sebastian told her that he wanted to get a good look at her. “If you’re going to look at me, play with me.”

Sebastian put his fingers by Mia’s precious spot and started to rub her clitoris. Mia’s body shivered with pure bliss. Her eyes and mind were going blank. Sebastian enjoyed the view, but was hungry for more. He sucked her nipples while inserting his fingers into Mia’s precious spot. He slowly inserted them the first time. Each thrust after was harder, faster, and deeper. Mia moaned loudly, begging Sebastian for more.

Sebastian made the scissoring motion with his fingers inside Mia when she announced she was going to cum. She clung to the bed sheets as her toes curled. Her hair was sticking to her face and sweat was rolling off of her. She bent her head back and moaned loudly while she came.

“Seems you’re ready. But I’m not, do you mind?” Sebastian smirked. He lifted himself up and put his cock in front of her face. Mia looked up at it in shock and approval. She licked her lips in a sexy way telling Sebastian that she couldn’t wait to suck him off, but she also tried to get up. Sebastian let her, knowing that she wanted to get in a better position. He sat at the end of the bed and Mia knelt on the floor.

When Mia kneeled on the floor, she became nervous. She never did anything like this. She gave Sebastian’s cock a sweet little kiss, then started to lick it all over. Sebastian grunted and got harder as Mia continued to suck him off. He was enjoying this and tried to hold himself back from cumming all over her face. Mia engulfed Sebastian’s cock in her breasts. She continued to suck his cock as she rubbed it between her breasts. She wanted to do anything to make Sebastian feel as good as he made her feel.

Mia got back on the bed and tried to get on top of Sebastian, but he flipped her over. Sebastian held Mia’s hands above her head. She was excited for what was going to happen next. Sebastian slowly rubbed himself against her to get her a little wet, then slid inside her. Mia moaned as he entered her. Wave of pleasure radiating throughout her body. She couldn’t stop moaning. She pulled Sebastian down to make out with him again. Sweat slid off of their bodies. Love juices start to mix. Dancing tongues. All of it was giving Mia the tempted pleasure she fantasized about.

Sebastian wanted to get closer to Mia. He pulled Mia up to the point where she was sitting in his lap. His member went into Mia deeper, hitting Mia’s cervix. Mia couldn’t believe the feeling. She never knew a feeling like this existed. She was forgetting about everything except this feeling. The insane ecstasy. The feeling of Sebastian inside her and holding her close to him. She loved this, instantly becoming addicted. She never wanted this to end, but it got better.

Sebastian started to thrust into her harder and faster, causing Mia to shiver. She angled her body to let Sebastian suck on her breasts. Sebastian didn’t hesitate. He sucked and nibbled on them. The pleasurable shivers racing throughout Mia were nonstop. Mia was about to cum again. Sebastian thrusted harder, kissing her cervix over and over again. Mia screamed when she came. She clung onto Sebastian tighter as he continued to make love to her.

A couple thrusts later and Mia was experiencing the effects of after pleasure. Sebastian was holding her tight and thrusting into her. He was reaching his limit. He pushed Mia down on the bed. Sebastian Held Mia’s wrists together, making her stay in place. Mia was panting and digging her nails into Sebastian’s back. Sebastian did a few more thrusts then came inside of Mia.

Mia and Sebastian were still panting, but desired more. Mia looked at Sebastian with pleading eyes, begging for him for another around. Sebastian admired her and her body with glowing eyes hungry for more. Sebastian pulled Mia up, then turned her around. He lied down on the bed. Mia was questioning what he was doing. Sebastian told Mia with his eyes what he wanted her to do by flicking his eyes from her to his already hardened member. She got the idea and went on top of Sebastian. She positioned herself so her head was above his cock and her precious spot was over his face. She was embarrassed, but got over it and started to give him another blow job.

Mia was sucking Sebastian and stroking his member. Sebastian was playing around with her precious spot. Licking its folds and having his finger move around inside her. He took his finger out and replaced it with his tongue. He pulled Mia closer to him. He wanted to taste more of her.

Mia was having a hard time focusing on Sebastian’s cock. She wanted to feel more pleasure from Sebastian. She started to rub her clitoris, but Sebastian pushed her hand away. He started to rub Mia’s clitoris. He also played with one of Mia’s nipples.

The pleasure was too much for Mia. She sat up on Sebastian’s face and started to play with her breasts. Sebastian was still licking, moving his tongue inside of her. He grabbed onto Mia’s waist to keep her down and dug his tongue deeper into her. Mia couldn’t take the pleasure anymore and played with herself harder, making her bend forward and moan.

“Sebastian, I’m-I’m cumming!” Sebastian let Mia’s love juice spray all over his face and drank all that he could. Mia got off of him and placed her precious spot over Sebastian’s member. Mia looked at Sebastian, silently waiting for the “okay”. He smirked. She lowered herself on top of him. His member went deep into her. Mia moaned while Sebastian grunted.

Mia rode Sebastian. Up and down. Sebastian’s cock sliding in and out of her. Sebastian held onto her waist to help guide her. He could see Mia’s breasts jump up and down. Her nipples were pointing out. Her hair was going all over the place. He could see everything, but he loved Mia’s expression. Seeing her panting with eyes filled with want and lust.

Sebastian once again made Mia lie on her back and started to screw her hard. Mia moaned and smiled in response. Sebastian smiled back at her and continued to give her the pleasure she desired. Moments later, Sebastian and Mia both reached their limits and came together. Sebastian came outside of Mia. She was disappointed, but still enjoyed every second of it.

Mia sighed with happiness and exhaustion while Sebastian lied down next to her. He put his head on top of hers and held her tightly to him. Before Mia passed out from the pleasure, she whispered “I love you, Sebastian.”

“I love you too.” Sebastian replied while patting Mia’s hair. Mia fell asleep and Sebastian watched her all night, never leaving her side.

Weeks later, Mia’s parents announced Mia’s engagement to the Viscount was no more. They realized the Viscount was not good enough for their daughter. They decided to let Mia find the one she wants to be with. Mia already knew she wanted to be with Sebastian. She was unsure of how to tell her parents.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #sebastian x oc #oc fanfiction

[hearttstopper]

just thinking about all the times hl have expressed their vulnerability & worn their hearts on their sleeves... they’re both such tender boys :’) under the cut is a very long list that highlights the boys being open about their emotions, admitting their feelings, insecurities, etc in their solo lyrics:

golden:

I know you were way too bright for me I'm hopeless, broken I know you’re scared because I’m so open. I don't wanna be alone when it ends Don't wanna let you know I don't wanna be alone But I, I can feel it take a hold (I can feel it take a hold) I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) Of who I am and all I've ever known

Loving you's the antidote

adore you:

You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine, honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You don't have to say you love me I just wanna tell you something Lately you've been on my mind

lights up: 

What do you mean? I'm sorry by the way Never coming back down Can't you see? I could, but wouldn't stay Wouldn't put it like that What do you mean? I'm sorry by the way Never coming around Be so sweet if things just stayed the same All the lights couldn't put out the dark Runnin' through my heart Lights up and they know who you are Know who you are Do you know who you are?

cherry: 

Don't you call him "baby" We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call meI, I confess I can tell that you are at your best I'm selfish so I'm hating it

falling:

I'm in my bed And you're not here And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands Forget what I said It's not what I meant And I can't take it back I can't unpack the baggage you left What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm fallin' again I'm fallin' again I'm fallin' What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm fallin' again I'm fallin' again I'm fallin' And I get the feeling that you’ll never need me again

to be so lonely:

Don’t blame me for falling I was just a little boy Don’t blame the drunk caller Wasn't ready for it all And I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry Don’t call me “baby” again, it’s hard for me to go home And be so lonely I just hope you see me in a little better light Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind? ’Cause I miss the shape of your lips You’ll win, it's just a trick And this is it, so I’m sorry

she: 

He takes a boat out, imagines just sailing away (Away, away) And not telling his mates (Not telling his mates) He wouldn't know what to say (Wouldn't know what to say, to say) She (She), she lives in daydreams with me (She) She's the first one that I see, and I don't know why I don't know who she is (She) She (She), she's the first one that I see (She) She lives in daydreams with me, and I don't know why I don't know where she is (She, she) Lives for the memory A woman who's just in his head (Just in his head) And she sleeps in his bed (His bed) While he plays pretend (Pretend) So pretend (Pretend)

sunflower vol. 6:

Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody Let me inside, wish I could get to know you... I was just tongue-tied

I don’t wanna make you feel bad But I’ve been trying hard not to talk to you Let me inside, I wanna get to know you

I don't wanna make you feel bad But I've been trying hard not to act a fool

fine line:

You've got my devotion But man, I can hate you sometimes I don't want to fight you And I don't want to sleep in the dirt

Test of my patience There's things that we'll never know You sunshine, you temptress My hand's at risk, I fold Crisp trepidation I'll try to shake this soon We’ll be a fine line We’ll be alright

meet me in the hallway:

Just let me know, I'll be at the door, at the door Hoping you'll come around Just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor Maybe we'll work it out I gotta get better, gotta get better I gotta get better, gotta get better I gotta get better, gotta get better And maybe we'll work it out

'Cause you left me in the hallway (Give me some more) Just take the pain away

We don't talk about it, it's something we don't do 'Cause once you go without it, nothing else will do

sign of the times:

We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets?

We don't talk enough, we should open up Before it's all too much Will we ever learn? We've been here before It's just what we know

We gotta get away from here We gotta get away, we got to get away

two ghosts:

Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more tattoos But it's not you and it's not me Tastes so sweet, looks so real Sounds like something that I used to feel But I can't touch what I see We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat The fridge light washes this room white Moon dances over your good side And this was all we used to need Tongue-tied like we've never known Telling those stories we already told 'Cause we don't say what we really mean

sweet creature:

Sweet creature Had another talk about where it's going wrong But we're still young We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong And, oh, we started Two hearts in one home It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn I know, but oh

Running through the garden Oh, where nothing bothered us But we're still young I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

only angel:

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

ever since new york: 

Tell me something, tell me something You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do I need something, tell me something new Choose your words, 'cause there's no antidote For this curse, oh, what's it waiting for? Must this hurt you just before you go? Oh, tell me something I don't already know Oh, tell me something I don't already know Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news There's no water inside this swimming pool Almost over, had enough from you I've been praying, I never did before Understand I'm talking to the walls I've been praying ever since New York

woman:

I'm selfish, I know But I don't ever want to see you with him I'm selfish, I know I told you, but I know you never listen I hope you can see, the shape that I'm in While he's touching your skin He's right where I should, where I should be But you're making me bleed

Tempted, you know Apologies are never gonna fix this (Hmm-mm) I'm empty, I know And promises are broken like a stitch is I hope you can see, the shape I've been in While he's touching your skin This thing upon me, howls like a beast You flower, you feast

from the dining table:

Woke up alone in this hotel room Played with myself, where were you? Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon I've never felt less cool We haven't spoke since you went away Comfortable silence is so overrated Why won't you ever be the first one to break? Even my phone misses your call, by the way I saw your friend that you know from work He said you feel just fine I see you gave him my old t-shirt More of what was once mine I see it's written, it's all over his face Comfortable silence is so overrated Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Even my phone misses your call, by the way Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too But you, you never do Woke up the girl who looked just like you I almost said your name

medicine:

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive You got that something, I got me an appetite; now I can taste it

oh anna:

Don’t know where you’re laying Just know it’s not with me Don’t know what I’d tell you if I passed you on the street I don’t want your sympathy, but you don’t know what you do to me Hope you never hear this And know that it’s for you I don’t know what I’d tell you if You asked me for the truth

kill my mind:

You're a nightmare on the dance floor And you hate me, and I want more You're a total distraction While I'm waiting for your reaction, why?

You kill my mind Raise my body back to life And I don't know what I'd do without you now

Kept me living From the last time From a prison of a past life On a mission just to feel like When you kissed me for the last time, why?

don’t let it break your heart:

Got a place on the other side of London Doing better, doing better And I know you left a part of you In New York under your bed in a box But you're doing better, doing better Life gets hard and it gets messed up When you give so much, but it's not enough When the high's too high and the low's too low When you love someone and they let you go

It comes, it goes We're driving down a one-way road To something better, something better What hurts you is gonna pass and You'll have learnt from it when it comes back You'll be doing better, yeah, doing better

two of us:

It's been a minute since I called you Just to hear the answerphone Yeah, I know that you won't get this But I'll leave a message so I'm not alone This morning I woke up still dreaming With memories playing through my head You'll never know how much I miss you The day that they took you, I wish it was me instead

So I will keep you, day and night, here until the day I die I'll be living one life for the two of us I will be the best of me, always keep you next to me I'll be living one life for the two of us Even when I'm on my own, I know I won't be alone Tattooed on my heart are the words of your favourite song I know you'll be looking down, swear I'm gonna make you proud I'll be living one life for the two of us

We'll end just like we started Just you and me and no one else I will hold you where my heart is One life for the two of us

we made it:

Share a single bed and tell each other what we dream about Things we'd never say to someone else out loud We were only kids, just tryna work it out Wonder what they'd think if they could see us now, yeah

Oh, God, what I could've become Don't know why they put all of this on us when we’re so young Done a pretty good job dealing with it all When you’re here, don't need to say no more Nothing in the world that I would change it for Singing something pop-y on the same four chords Used to worry ’bout it, but I don't no more, yeah

too young:

I've been looking back a lot lately Me and you is all I've ever known It’s hard to think you could ever hate me But everything's feeling different now

Oh, I can't believe I gave in to the pressure When they said a love like this would never last So I cut you off 'cause I didn't know no better Now I realize, yeah, I realize

We were too young to know we had everything Too young, I wish I could've seen it all along I'm sorry that I hurt you, darling, no, oh We were too young (Ooh, ah) We were too young (Ooh, ah) We were too young Face to face at the kitchen table This is everything I've waited for Now we can finally have a conversation That I wish we could’ve had before Oh, I can’t believe I gave in to the pressure When they said a love like this would never last So I cut you off 'cause I didn’t know no better Now I realize, yeah, I realize It's been two years since I’ve seen your face I'm tryna find some better words to say Before I let this moment slip away 'Cause now I realize...

walls:

Nothing wakes you up like wakin' up alone And all that's left of us is a cupboard full of clothes The day you walked away and took the higher ground Was the day that I became the man that I am now But these high walls, they came up short Now I stand taller than them all These high walls never broke my soul And I, I watched them all come fallin' down I watched them all come fallin' down for you, for you Nothing makes you hurt like hurtin' who you love (Hurtin' who you love) And no amount of words will ever be enough (Will ever be enough) I looked you in the eyes, saw that I was lost (Saw that I was lost) For every question why, you were my because (You were my because)

So this one is a thank you for what you did to me Why is it that "thank you" is so often bittersweet? I just hope I see you one day, and you say to me, "Oh, oh"

habit:

I always said that I'd mess up eventually I told you that, so what did you expect from me? It shouldn't come as no surprise anymore I know you said that you'd give me another chance But you and I knew the truth of it in advance That mentally, you were already out the door Never thought that giving up would be so hard But God, I'm missing you and your addictive heart You're the habit that I can't break You're the feelin' I can't put down You're the shiver that I can't shake You're the habit that I can't break You're the high that I need right now You're the habit that I can't break I took some time 'cause I've ran out of energy Of playing someone I heard I’m supposed to be But honestly, I don't have to choose anymore And it's been ages, different stages Come so far from Princess Park I'll always need ya In front of me, in front of me

You give me the time and the space I was out of control And I'm sorry I let you down I guess that I know what I already knew I was better with you And I miss you now

always you:

I went to Amsterdam without you And all I could do was think about you And oh, I should've known I went to Tokyo to let it go Drink after drink, but I still felt alone I should've known I went to so many places Looking for you in the faces I can feel it, oh, I can feel it I'm wastin' my time when it was always you, always you Chasin' the high, but it was always you, always you Should've never let you go Should've never let you go, my baby Go, oh-oh-oh I went from LAX to Heathrow Walked through my door, but it felt nothing like home 'Cause you're not home Waiting to wrap your legs around me And I know you hate to smoke without me And, oh, now you know

fearless:

Tell me, do you, tell me, do you still remember feelin' young? Tell me the truth, tell me, do you still remember feelin' young And strong enough to get it wrong in front of all these people? Just for tonight, look inside and spark that memory of you Strong enough to get it wrong in front of all these people

Fearless, fearless

perfect now:

You never do, but if you asked me to I'll tell the truth lyin' next to you 'Cause you're the only one when it's said and done You make me feel like being someone good to you Even at your worst, you steal the scene and it's unrehearsed Don't you wanna dance? Just a little dance I'll never stop given half the chance

defenceless:

I come runnin' to you like a moth into a flame You tell me, "Take it easy," but it's easier to say Wish I didn't need so much of you I hate to say, but I do We're sleepin' on our problems like we'll solve them in our dreams We wake up early morning and they're still under the sheets I'm lost in my head, I'm spinnin' again Tryna find what to say to you Been up all night All night runnin' all my lines But it’s only the truth Been up all night Not sure how to say this right Got so much to lose Never been so defenceless Never been so defenceless You just keep on buildin' up your fences  But I've never been so defenceless

No, you don’t have to keep on being strong for me and you Acting like you feel no pain, you know I know you do And I can't get inside when you're lost in your pride But you don't have a thing to prove

I hope that I'm not asking too much Just wanna be loved by you (Don't you be so defensive) And I'm too tired to be tough Just wanna be loved by you

only the brave:

Pour mercy, mercy on me, set fire to history I'm breakin' my own rules, I'm cryin' like a fool Tall stories on the page, short glories on the fade I been close enough to touch, but I never cared for love

Pour mercy, mercy on me, I'll fall upon my knees And they'll say, "I told you so Come on, when you know, you know" All the lonely shadow dances from the cradle to the grave It's a solo song and it's only for the brave

back to you:

I know you say you know me, know me well But these days I don't even know myself, no I always thought I'd be with someone else I thought I would own the way I felt, yeah I call you but you never even answer / You got me so addicted to the drama I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all the laughter That I forget about the pain Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it But I keep on coming back to you I know my friends, they give me bad advice Like move on, get you out my mind But don't you think I haven't even tried? You got me cornered and my hands are tied And I guess you'll never know All the bullshit that you put me through And I guess you'll never know, no Yeah, so you can cut me up and kiss me harder You can be the pill to ease the pain 'Cause I know I'm addicted to your drama Baby, here we go again

miss you:

Is it my imagination? Is it something that I’m taking? All the smiles that I’m faking “Everything is great Everything is fucking great” Going out every weekend Staring at the stars on the ceiling Hollywood friends, gotta see them Such a good time I believe it this time Tuesday night Glazed over eyes Just one more pint or five Does it even matter anyway? Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you Just like that and I’m sober I’m asking myself, “Is it over?” Maybe I was lying when I told you “Everything is great Everything is fucking great” And all of these thoughts and the feelings Cheers to that if you don’t need them I’ve been checking my phone all evening Such a good time I believe it this time Now I’m asking my friends how to say “I’m sorry” They say “Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry” And we can’t even be on the phone now And I can’t even be with you alone now Oh, how shit changes We were in love, now we’re strangers When I feel it coming up, I just throw it all away Get another two shots 'cause it doesn’t matter anyway

just like you:

Whole world in my right hand 25 and it's all planned Night out and it's ten grand Headlines that I can't stand

But you only get half of the story The cash, and the cars and the glory No sleep and we party 'til morning 'Cause nobody cares when you're boring I'm just like you Even though my problems look nothing like yours do Yeah, I get sad too And when I'm down I need somebody to talk to Yeah, I feel the same as you would do Same stress, same shit to go through I'm just like you If you only knew

If I had it my way, pub lunch every Sunday Cheap beer and it's okay I wanna lay where she lays I wanna stay in these days Gonna smoke and it's okay

Every heart breaks the same Every tear leaves a stain Can't I just be the same? Every heart breaks the same Every tear leaves a stain Let me be the same

just hold on:

Wish that you could build a time machine So you could see The things no one can see Feels like you're standing on the edge Looking at the stars And wishing you were them ‪What do you do when a chapter ends?‬ ‪Do you close the book and never read it again?‬ ‪Where do you go when your story's done?‬ ‪You can be who you were or who you'll become

#i love my sappy emotional babies #no real point in making this i just was thinking about how they're both equally very vulnerable and emotional and it just made my heart go #(!!!!!!) #<3 #* #long post

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Northern Lights [9]

title Shards summary Tiptoe softly

Sakura’s feet dangled off the edge of the bed. Even with her eyes closed, she knew exactly where Itachi was and what he was doing. She could smell his aftershave drifting out from the bathroom. The light switch clicked. The fan went silent. 

His fingers skimmed over her back, raising goosebumps along her skin. “You’ll catch a cold,” he warned. 

“I won’t if you stay to keep me warm,” she replied, her eyes opening. And she could see him thinking with his back turned to her. She never asked him to stay. Which is why she knew that when she did, he noticed. 

When Itachi turned to face her, his eyes were so soft. Like warmed whiskey. He sat beside her, his fingers trailing up from her jaw to her cheekbone. Before they pulled through her hair, gently undoing the tangle he found halfway through.

“Any other night, I would. But not tonight, Jing-Mei. This meeting’s important,” he answered. He ran his fingers through her hair again. And from that, she knew who his important meeting was with. Or at least who it was about. 

“The Sarutobi-gumi?” Sakura guessed.

"You’ve been keeping up, right?”

“More or less. The old man?”

“He’s dying. For real this time,” Itachi confirmed, running a hand through his hair. 

“Finally,” Sakura sighed. Her head flopped back down onto the rumpled sheets. “I’m tired of him.” When Itachi gave her a searching look, she added, “But it wasn’t me.”

Itachi huffed. “I wouldn’t have minded if you were.”

He got off the bed to open up her wardrobe. The plastic hangers clinked together as he rummaged through to find a robe. He pulled one out, silky and blue. He liked the color blue on her, she had noticed. 

“His son’s in favor to succeed, right? Asuma?” Sakura asked as Itachi draped the robe over her shoulders. She pulled one arm through it, then the other. 

She distinctly remembered the wakagashira of the Sarutobi-gumi. A man with a goatee and a fondness for foreign women. He wasn’t wholly unpleasant to deal with. He was a little too smart for her to deal with him comfortably, though. 

“Yes. But Hiruzen’s first son had a kid before he was killed. The kid’s eighteen now,” Itachi told her. 

That didn’t surprise her. “Still a kid, though,” she pointed out.

“Not for long. And the kid has a reputation already.”

Sakura didn’t respond as she tied the front of her robe shut. Her eyes followed Itachi as he pulled his shirt on and buttoned it from the top down. 

“So what’s my your role in all of this?” asked Sakura. She saw herself in the mirror. And he looked her reflection in the eyes as he fixed the collar of his shirt. 

“The younger groups don’t understand. The yakuza aren’t outside of society. If anything, we’re the backbone. Things have to run smoothly in our world for civilians to live peacefully,” Itachi explained. Sakura didn’t disagree. It was the same in Hong Kong.

“Some groups will use this as a time to steal territory or to try to destroy the Sarutobi’s altogether. I prefer the enemy I know,” he then said. 

“Which one do you want in charge? Of the Sarutobi-gumi, I mean.”

Itachi’s eyes stayed on hers as he began tying his tie. It was black with a silver check pattern. “The kid,” he decided without hesitation. 

“Huh,” Sakura said. She smoothed her hand over the hem of the robe. So that it laid flat over her thigh.

“What does 'huh’ mean?” Itachi grabbed his cufflinks off the vanity. 

"Nothing. It just means ‘huh’,” answered Sakura. 

“Anyway, that means I’ll have my hands full for the time being,” Itachi declared. He folded the sleeve once. He pushed his cufflink through the slits, rotating the silver clasp into place. When he switched arms, he fumbled with the right side. “I’m meeting with my people to plan tonight. And then we’ll be meeting with other groups over the next few weeks to try to negotiate some....” Itachi trailed off as he tried to find the right words.

“Temporary treaties?” Sakura offered, motioning for him. 

“Yes.” Itachi held out his arm to her so that she could slip the second cufflink into place. And she paused as she recognized them. Gleaming rectangles with a small diamond embedded into the center. She straightened his cuffs. Reached up to straighten his tie, too. 

“Are you saying you won’t have time for me, leng zai? That’s hurtful,” Sakura then told him. 

“You’re flying out to Hong Kong tonight. Don’t act like you’ll be a lonely housewife,” he answered with that easy smile just for her.

“Then maybe I’ll stay. We should just kill everyone so that they won’t interrupt us,” she suggested. Already laughing at the thought.

But she watched Itachi’s eyes sharpen. He glanced out the window as he murmured, “Should we?” His hand rested on top of hers. And when his gaze flickered back to her, she felt a jolt of excitement at what she saw. Something sparkled in his eyes- a little too feral to be him. But undeniably him at the same time. 

“I have to go.” Itachi said it more like he was reminding himself than her. His exhale turned shaky as her finger grasped the front of his belt. Tugging playfully. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed her hands. He kissed her- hard at first. Slowly, his lips becoming gentle. Lingering softly over her mouth, her cheek. 

“When you get back. We’ll have plenty of time,” he said. And there was finality to his voice that she couldn’t argue against. 

“I’m not a very patient person, Kumicho.”

Cupping her cheek in his hand, Itachi kissed her again. “I know,” he sighed.

“Boss is coming back tonight,” Sai remarked. He watched Tenten toss a knife into the air. The blade spun before she caught it. And somehow, she caught it by the handle every time. He had watched her do this for years now. And not once had he seen her grab it by the pointed end. 

“Yeah,” she replied. 

Sai’s eyes narrowed. “Something happen?” he questioned. 

Tenten raised an eyebrow. “Nah.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Sai pursed his lips. But he watched the set of Tenten’s face and decided against pushing it that night. “Okay.” He got out of his seat, brushing out the wrinkles in his jacket before he draped it over his arm. 

“Before I forget- you know that bar of yours? Right by Sheung Wan Station?” he asked. 

Tenten caught the knife. It stayed in her hand this time as she looked at him. “Yeah?”

“Been hearing rumors about the place. Not the good kind. Tell your guys to be more careful,” he warned. He slipped out of the room. Letting the door swing shut behind him with a heavy clang. His footsteps echoing down the concrete stairs. 

Tenten’s eyes fell on the group of muscular men sitting in the corner. They had set up a folding table with cards. Their guns sat in the middle, along with their phones. 

Clicking her tongue, Tenten flicked the knife in their direction. It landed just beside the pile of cards in the middle. All three men jerked upright, heads swiveling in her direction.

“Shouldn’t you be out checking the night market instead of fooling around?” Tenten demanded. 

“Sorry, Boss. Right away,” they muttered as they shoved the cards in a pile and scrambled to grab their things. 

“And you heard what Sai said about Blink. Go and talk to Fung about keeping shit quiet. If he gives you trouble...” Tenten didn’t have to finish her statement.

“Mou man tai. We got it, Boss,” one of the other men said. They hurried out of the room too. Their heavy boots clomping down the steps. 

Once it was quiet, Tenten leaned back in her seat. Her feet up on the table. This was the back room at an indoor market they had acquired about a year ago. Cops didn’t really think to look for suspicious activity in a place like this. As long as the stalls paid rent on time, it was an easy source of income. 

Tenten heaved a sigh when she felt her phone vibrate. It wasn’t a number she had saved. She recognized it anyway. She lifted the phone to her ear.

“Wei?”

“Bad news for you.”

“Fucking great,” Tenten grumbled. Rubbing her palm over her eye, she took a deep breath. “Okay, what?”

“I hear the Dragon Head’s been poking the Russians with a stick.”

“So?” 

“So- that’s making the HKPD nervous. They’re planning on sending in someone to snoop around.”

Tenten outright laughed at that. “Great. We’ll send his head to you. You prefer it in a cooler or a block of ice?”

“I’m serious. And it’s not going to be someone you can get rid of so easily.”

That caught her interest. Tapping her fingers against the table, she raised her eyebrows.

“Who is it?” she finally asked.

“Hashirama’s daughter. Tsunade.”

A chuckle left Tenten. But it was filled with disbelief more than amusement. She shook her head. 

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

It was still winter in Tokyo. But apparently Hong Kong had decided that it was spring already. A wall of humidity greeted her when she stepped off the plane. Zabuza, of course, was there to pick her up. The car sparkled. He had probably taken it to the wash right before arriving.

While Zabuza opened the door, Tenten loaded Sakura’s bags into the trunk. 

Sakura shed her jacket as she settled into the backseat. Zabuza closed her door. He slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting the rearview mirror so that he could see her. 

“Where to, Boss?” he asked. 

As soon as Tenten got in, he pulled away from the curb. 

“The studio by Hong Kong Park. I’m tired,” Sakura ordered, kicking her boots off. 

“Of course,” Zabuza replied. His eyes returned to the road as he pulled onto the highway. 

“Things been okay here?” Sakura then addressed Tenten. 

“Pretty quiet, for the most part. Some of the Red Arrow boys butted heads with the Suns over some nonsense. Suigetsu took care of it,” Tenten recalled. She took a moment to think and added, “Councillor Mok was caught with hookers and had to resign in disgrace last week.” 

“I saw that on the news,” replied Sakura. She shook her head. “We’ll have to bribe someone else to pull for us on the Legislative Council.” 

“Anything else?” Sakura asked.

Tenten considered the question. She looked at her phone in her hand. Recalling the enlightening conversation from earlier that day. Expression unchanging, she shoved her phone back into her pocket. “Mou je, Boss. Nothing else.”

Over the next few days, Sakura was busy meeting with people to resolve the issues that her underlings couldn’t handle on her own. Thankfully, there hadn’t been much trouble in her three week absence. 

Sitting in her office overlooking Victoria Harbor, Sakura couldn’t help but notice that Itachi hadn’t called her even once since she had landed in Hong Kong. It bothered her that she even noticed something like that at all. Just as that thought occurred to her, a phone rang. Not her cell. The one that sat on her big, wooden desk. It was the receptionist downstairs. 

“Who’s asking for me?” Sakura demanded. She laughed when she heard the name he had given. 

“Send him up,” Sakura ordered before hanging up the phone. 

It didn’t take long for the elevator to arrive on the top floor. There was a soft knock. 

“Come in,” Sakura called. 

She pretended to be busy as the door swung open. She picked up one of the documents from the pile, taking a long time to read the fine print that she never normally read. 

“I don’t believe we scheduled an appointment,” said Sakura. She took her time dating and signing the form as she heard the door swing shut. The lock clicking into place. 

“I apologize.” It was a man’s voice. Cantonese. But with an interesting accent. “I just felt awful about the way our first meeting went. I felt the need to come apologize in person.”

Lowering her pen, Sakura finally lifted her chin to look right at him. 

Minato stood in front of her desk, one hand in his pants pocket. His wheat-colored hair slicked back. A gold chain glittering around his neck as he smiled at her.

“You only feel bad about that? Not about the assassins you sent to my hotel room?” she queried, keeping her voice light. 

“Well, that was only fair. You did kill one of my dealers,” Minato reminded her. His eyes crinkling at the corners as he chuckled.

‘‘I’m honestly a little insulted that it was only three. Is that all I’m worth in the eyes of a foreigner?” she wondered. 

“On the contrary. I sent three and not one because of that reputation. I hear that you’re the one that killed Uchiha Madara,” Minato said.

“I’m flattered that you did your research.”

She examined his expression. There were all sorts of rumors swirling around about Namikaze. Out of all the Russian arms dealers working in Hong Kong, he was the wealthiest. He dealt to everyone, irregardless of alliances or grudges. She had, of course, heard of his exploits. Intercepting shipments meant for international armies was a specialty of his. 

“But I’m sure you’re not here just to chat. What can I do for you?” she asked.

Her eyes followed him as he approached her desk. He sat on the edge of it instead of in one of the chairs facing it. Hands still in his pockets, he let his stare rake over her. She had a good idea of what he would say before he opened his mouth. His eyes said it all.

“I just wanted to apologize for my son’s behavior during our first meeting. He’s so hot-headed. Just like his mother was,” Minato stated. 

Sakura’s gaze drilled into him. Scrutinizing every inch of his expression. He had made it a point to use past-tense. 

“I was frankly surprised by his rudeness. Usually when a man so obviously wants to fuck me, he starts off by playing nice,” she said as casually as possible.

Minato’s eyes widened. HIs shock was genuine. After a beat, he threw his head back and laughed. A full-bellied laugh that made his shoulders move up and down. It wasn’t an unpleasant sound. 

Pushing back from her desk, Sakura got out of her seat. She moved toward the window, leaning against it. Gauging the way that Minato’s eyes followed after her. 

“It’s rare that someone is so frank about these things,” he stated.

“What’s the point in being coy? Lots of men have wanted to fuck me. I don’t see the point in avoiding the truth,” she pressed. Watching his face. 

Minato’s smile didn’t fade as he responded, “That’s true. After all. I do, too.”

“And that’s why you’re here,” she said. 

“Yes. Although, if you were to turn me down, I’m also prepared to talk business with you. So either way, we’ll be able to reach some sort of... mutual satisfaction today,” he assured her. That arrogance was a little charming in its own way.

Sakura folded her arms across her chest. “So you think you can just waltz in here and seduce me?”

“Yes.”

She had to admire that sort of confidence. 

“My only concern is that your relationship with a certain yakuza might... complicate things,” Minato pointed out. 

Sakura’s eyes moved from him to her phone siting on her desk. It reminded her, again, of how there had been no word from Itachi. Four days. Not a text. Not a call. 

Minato stood very still as Sakura’s gaze raked over him. And once she had taken in every detail about him, she walked up to him. A sway in her hips. Her red lips smiling as she closed her fingers around his tie.

“It doesn’t,” she replied. Each syllable touching his lower lip. 

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Пожалуйста, прекрати говорить,” Sakura whispered. 

Minato chuckled as his arms wrapped around her waist. It was a deep, rich sound. Like dark chocolate. Heavy, sweet, and bitter all at the same time.

#help me #this is literally the busiest time of year #but i can't stop writing what is happening #triad!sakura #Triad!AU #northern lights #writing #itasaku #minasaku

[kuroshitsuji-scenarios]

Scenario for Snake meeting his s/o when he lost Keats? He was liking for his beloved snake when he saw Keats wrapped around the arm of a person taking with Joker/Sebastian (depending upon when this takes place) saying that they recognized the snake as one of the snakes Snake has and wanted to return it. How does he react? What does he think? Sorry I'm sending in so many asks! It it becomes a lot just let me know!!

This is such an adorable idea! 🌸 

Snake was certain that he has been looking for more than an hour now, and with every passing minute his anxiety only grew further. Keats was nowhere to be seen, not only by him, but also by the other servants in the Phantomhive manor and despite Mey Rin’s kind offer to help him looking (”Aren’t you glasses broken again, though? Asks Oscar.”) and Finny’s enthusiasm in this new adventure and the possibility to help a friend (”I can manage by myself, thank you. Mister Sebastian can get angry at you if you don’t clean up the mess in the garden as he asked you to. Says Emily.”), Snake has to decline their propositions, aware that it was his own responsibility to not lose his snakes. Still, he was slowly starting to panic as he remembered that this evening there were guests supposed to join the young master at the dinner and the mere thought of the tragedy that could happen if he didn’t find Keats at time was glooming over his head like heavy, rainy clouds.

Crawling under the table in the kitchen, he was feeling himself losing hope and instead, many horrifying thoughts started to appear in his head. What if he got lost in the forest? What if he was waiting to be found, scared and alone? What if he was eaten by a larger, stronger animal? What if he was never going to see him again?

Snake had to remind himself about breathing, the heart beating in his chest stronger than ever before, his own blood pulsing in the ears and another wave of anxiety drowning him. He shouldn’t dwell in such negative scenarios for too much, Keats could be everywhere, safe and sound, maybe taking a nap, and he was probably just panicking without reason. He would certainly feel much better if he knew where his friend was, though.

The moment he heard the carriage next to the front door of the mansion, Snake could feel his heart stop for an unending second before he swiftly ran out of the basement, knowing that there was no more time for searching since the guests has arrived. It would be very inappriopriate of him to not take a proper care of them and allow the other servants do his job, so with aching head he decided to simply hope that Keats was alright. Heading toward the dining room where the dinner was supposed to be served soon, he was still completely lost in his thoughts and instead of serving the blue porcelain, there was a golden one on the table which he realized only after preparing everything, as he thought, just perfectly.

With a deep sigh, he quickly rushed to fix this mistake, thinking that without his friend he wasn’t as useful but he dismissed this thought with a wave of the hand.

Wandering back to the kitchen to help in dinner preparations, he suddenly heard Sebastian call him from the main hall, which caused him to instantly stop in the middle of the step. Cold shiver ran down his spine when he was trying to remember about something, anything which he could possibly forget about, the butler’s tone wasn’t the most friendly this time, after all. Still, he was more than sure that he did everything right, maybe except for…

Snake rushed toward the hall and bursted through the door only to see his second-worst nightmare come true. Seemed like it wasn’t just some average guest this evening, au contraire, it was none else but you of all the people, the one he has been keeping an eye on since he first saw you in the mansion many months ago! The breath got stuck in his throat at the sight on Sebastian’s unamused expression and the Keats himself resting peacefully tangled in your arm… Oh, what a cruel was the fate for him that day! 

“M-miss…” Snake stuttered shyly, not knowing how to start apologizing, but before he managed to say anything more, you turned to him, now noticing his presence.

“Snake, it is good to see you,” you greeted — to his confusion — not seeming to be scared of the snake upon your shoulder in the slighest. “Look whom I found in the garden. Keats was marauding between the freesias so I thought you might be looking for him.”

He was utterly and completely speechless when you approached him, carefully taking Keats off your arm and giving him to his hands, the sweet smile on your lips causing him to blush to the tips of the ears.

He almost didn’t notice Sebastian trying to hide the quiet giggle before heading out of the hall and leaving you two alone together.

“Thank you, miss…” he answered, mentally noting to scold Keats later for leaving him so unexpectedly and without a warning.

“That is no problem, he was truly good to me.”

“Well, are you not scared of them then? I mean, the snakes. In general.” He coughed slightly, hoping that he was not making a fool in front of you now.

“Of course I am not. All snakes are adorable.”

Goodness, his cheeks were now surely redder than Emily’s scales. How could you possibly be so kind and not disgusted by him? Not speaking about the obvious differences in your hierarchy, you still managed to speak to him like a completely normal human, not a freak or a monster. And you liked his friends, too, if that wasn’t enough to be happy about! What did he do to deserve your attention, was the main question he was asking himself for the rest of the day, alongside reminding himself about your lovely face and eyes shining with excitement when you delicately took Keats on your hands.

Eventually, you accepted an offer to personally introduce you to the rest of his snakes and when the two of you headed toward the dining room, Snake thought that maybe it would be more appriopriate to thank Keats for getting lost for a while, than to scold him for that.

#snake #snake x reader #black butler #kuroshitsuji #scenarios #humans #queue

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The Final Curtain, Chapter Seven

Nocturne

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Self-reflection.

Mei Rin never underwent the process of self-reflection unless the situation was a dire one. She had briefly reflected on who she was becoming the first time she assassinated someone, but by the time Sebastian had appeared to recruit her she was almost immune to the flickers of integrity in her soul. Working to protect the Phantomhive manor and the young master, she never committed any tasks that called her integrity into question. She, as well as Bard and Finny, prevented threats from harming the young master, and that was that.

Then the circus performers came.

They had materialized in the middle of the night with the obvious purpose of attacking the manor and the young earl. The servants eliminated the ragtag band using every manner at their disposal, and never gave a fully conscious second thought until after the fact. The members of the Noah's Ark Circus had all been so young, they could not have been acting on their own; they must have been working for someone.

Mei Rin had felt her first twang of a guilty heartstring in a long time when she heard the grieving cry of the one called Peter, when she had shot the one called Wendy. She had pushed those little thoughts aside, continuing to protect the Phantomhive manor with every bit of her being. But the feelings continued, until the day she stumbled upon the files for the Noah's Ark Circus case when cleaning the earl's study. The performers had been working for someone; their benefactor and, for all intents and purposes, father. They had acted out of protection for their assumed family, just as she, Bard, and Finny had protected their own "family" that fateful evening.

Then came the fire.

Several cases for the Queen later, after Sebastian and the young master had investigated all manner of murders and kidnappings and deceit, acquiring Pluto in the process, the fire had struck London. It was, physically, the work of Pluto, being controlled - Mei Rin knew now - by an angel of massacre. The earl had convinced her and the other servants that Pluto was out of his mind, succumbing to the beast inside of himself, and urged them to shoot; to put him out of his misery. And they did. And Mei Rin's guilt gushed within every vein. In her own mind, no matter what logic the others applied, she had murdered a friend - in a way, a family member - and thus, her integrity was abolished for good.

These musings and memories flooded Mei Rin's mind as she stood before the mirror in her room in the servants' quarters, preparing to meet Sebastian in the garden. She had spent the evening helping Paula take care of the Abberline baby, and with her tasks as well as Sebastian's completed for the night, it was time for the second wave of discussion.

She did not look forward to it.

All the nervousness that would have filled her with anticipation for meeting Sebastian at any other time did not exist now. Instead, Mei Rin felt a numb anger. She had

wholeheartedly forgiven Sebastian for his fooling her and the other servants, but the thought of everything that had come to light about the young master left her disillusioned about what she had so long perceived as an idyllic life. She could not protect the boy who had given her so much. Mei Rin stared expressionless at her reflection in the full-length mirror, then slowly reached up to her face and removed her eyeglasses, placing them in a drawer in her nightstand.

With a last glance at herself, she turned on her heel and lethargically exited her room, making her way to the Phantomhive gardens.

~

Sebastian was waiting when Mei Rin arrived. How long he had waited, she could not tell. He saw her approaching, regarding her almost kindly. When she reached him, he gave a nod of the head by way of greeting, to which she only stared.

"Mei Rin, whatever happened to your glasses?" Sebastian inquired, noticing the maid's distinctly bright, cat-like eyes. "True, I don't suppose you need to disguise your astounding eyesight anymore..."

Mei Rin shook her head. "I don't deserve them, I don't," she stated, her voice rendered monotone. "I was supposed to protect the young master, and I failed. I don't deserve that gift from him."

The butler watched her speak. "In fact, your job, as well as Bard and Finny's job, was to protect the Phantomhive Manor; I was tasked with protecting the young master's life." he placed a hand on the maid's shoulder. "You failed at nothing."

"Are you so sure?" Mei Rin unenthusiastically jerked her shoulder away. "Did you forget the utter destruction of the manor after Pluto's fire?"

"If all had gone according to plan, the state of the manor would have meant nothing," Sebastian continued. "The young master had achieved his revenge; I should have taken his soul.

If I had not lost my arm - and, with it, the contract seal - the young master would be long dead, and the condition of the Phatomhive estate would be inconsequential to all."

"And what would have become of us?" Mei Rin demanded, glaring at the butler. "Finny, Bard and myself - why, even Tanaka! What would we have done, without the young master and the estate, without even you to guide us?"

"Do you really believe I would not have provided for each of you?" Sebastian countered, audibly disgruntled.

"To be frank, Mister Sebastian," Mei Rin's voice was frighteningly calm. "I believe you would not have given any of us a second thought after consuming the young master's soul."

Sebastian was speechless. He realized, confounded, that the maid was right even though she was wrong. He had made preparations to give each of them new employment following the desecration of the manor, but it was true: he would never think of them again beyond that. They had been meaningless to him. Had been. He stared at her guiltily, wondering how and why he managed to get into this situation. She glared back, unmoving. At length, he lowered his head in admittance.

"Since the young master made the choice to reveal the truth to everyone and continue running Funtom, and we traveled back to the estate, I have thought in detail about humans," the butler confessed. "Demons think of humans primarily as food, you see, and that is still correct in that the devouring of human souls remains the source of sustenance for a demon. But viewing the human race as only food is, in fact, a misjudgment. I see now, in hindsight and in the moment, how strong and complex humans really are. You fight with everything you have to protect what you deem important. You fully comprehend your mortality, and though you may fear death you accept it - most humans, at least. Mortality is not a matter presented to demons very often; we have no reason to dwell on it. Living with that shadow over your every action... many demons view that as incredibly naive. I see now that to still regard humans in that light is to remain in ignorance."

Mei Rin watched Sebastian closely throughout his soliloquy. When she assumed he had finished, she kept her eyes on him a moment longer before exhaling sharply through her nose and looking away. "Mortality brings different meanings to different people. Growing to respect the human race as a whole is an improvement to your character, but keep in mind that not all humans are the same."

"Just as I hope you will keep in mind, Mei Rin," the butler replied coolly, "That not all demons are the same."

The maid glanced at him, but said nothing.

They walked silently throughout the garden for several minutes before Sebastian decided to speak again. "I suppose the best use of our meeting tonight would be to examine our respective feelings regarding one another," he began, but another scoff from Mei Rin made him stop short.

"Is that really the wisest use of our time?" she questioned. "I feel a certain way and you are immune to feeling. How does that warrant an examination?"

"Today I have been noticing unfamiliar stirrings within myself," the butler answered, matter-of-factly. "Well... I suppose unfamiliar is not the correct word. I was human once, and I experienced sensations similar to these current stirrings. I have been subject to them before today as well, but they were not nearly as strong. I believe it is safe to say that, due to the abundance of unprecedented activity in the recent past, my emotions are returning to me. I am, if you will, learning to feel again."

This caught Mei Rin's attention. Her eyes widened at Sebastian in curiousity. "Learning to feel again? That's an interesting notion. I wonder if it will change your disposition."

Sebastian sighed in amusement. "I have been this way for nearly a millennium. I can hardly remember what it was like to be human, or what sort of human I was. I have no way of knowing how my newfound humanity will affect me now." he paused, then chuckled softly.

"The only thing I know that remained in me from my humanity is my love of cats."

The maid allowed herself to laugh along at this remark. "I expect this will be a journey for all of us, then. It never occurred to me that you might have to make adjustments as well. I wish you luck, Mr. Sebastian."

"I confess I do not believe in luck, Mei Rin," Sebastian fixed her with his crimson eyes, and he began looking more familiar to her. She found this comforting, somehow. "Especially in this situation, after all; I will have you and the others to instruct me."

He smiled kindly at her, an expression which she gladly returned. And with that, Mei Rin slowly felt her resentment - both towards herself and towards the black-clad butler - fade away.

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[augment-techs]

Great Movie Quotes of the Century: Kuroshitsuji Edition

Sebastian: "As you wish." Ciel: “And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.” Tanaka: "Ernest Hemingway once wrote: 'The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.' I agree with the second part." Finnian: "To Infinity and Beyond!" Bard: “Go ahead, punk; make my day.” Mey-Rin: "I want the fairy tale." Snake: “A horrible decision, really.” Elizabeth: “I’m starved and I’m armed--don’t mess with me.” Soma: "This is gonna be fun. We can stay up late, swappin' manly stories, and in the mornin', I'm makin' waffles!" Agni: "You make me want to be a better man." Edward: “There’s a benefit to losing: you learn from your mistakes.” Cheslock: “I’m a vulgar man. But I promise you, my music is not.” Clayton: “I like your outfit, too. Except when I dress up as a frigid bitch, I try not to look so constipated.” Joanne: “Is beauty all that matters to you?” Undertaker: “Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” Grell: “Why don’t you come up and see me sometime?” Madam Red: “You know how it is with men, they think ‘No’ means ‘Yes’ and ‘Get lost’ means ‘Take me, I’m yours’.” William: "That's right. I've killed women and children. I've killed just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another. And I'm here to kill you.” Ronald: "You know what the difference is between you and me? I make this look GOOD." Eric: "You can't handle the truth!" Alan: "Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It's contrast." Charles Grey: “I’m gonna get Medieval on your ass!” Charles Phipps: "I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries." Lau: “Oh, yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it is you can either run from it, or learn from it.” Ranmao: “Oh, it’s just you. We were thinking it was somebody important.” Joker: “Puff up! Puff up--they hate that!” Beast: “Why?! Why can’t I just have a normal boyfriend--one who doesn’t make me crazy?!” Dagger: "I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen." Vincent: “I’m gonna make them an offer they can’t refuse.” Rachel: "When you first came into breakfast, when I first saw you, I thought you were handsome. Then, of course, you spoke." Diederich: “You son-of-a-whoreson-bitch. I wish I knew how to quit you." Viscount of Druitt: "I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal...People know me... I'm very important. Uh, I have many leather-bound books and my home smells of rich mahogany." Abberline: “You know how it is when you get those manly urges, and you just gotta kill something! ...Fix things...cook outdoors...” Paula: "I'm glad he's single because I'm gonna climb that like a tree." Arthur: "Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it because, of course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to work it out. You want to be fooled." Frances: "At my signal, unleash hell." Alexis: “You look good wearing my future.” Johan Agares: “Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.” Nina: "Remember how I said I’d rather be with someone for the wrong reasons than alone for the right ones? ...I’d rather be right. It's gonna feel good to stand on my own." Edgar Redmond: “I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” Lawrence Bluer: “And now I’ll thank you, for reminding my why I’m a hermit.” Gregory Violet: “Oh, sure, blame the bat. What the heck, we’re easy targets.” Herman Greenhill: “Try not. Do, or do not.” Maurice Cole: “Let me guess, you have a great personality.” McMillan: "Aristotle was not Belgian. The central message of Buddhism is not 'every man for himself.' And the London Underground is not a political movement. Those are all mistakes. I looked 'em up." Derrick Arden: "The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist." Sieglinde: “Ladies do not start fights; but they can finish them!” Wolfram: “Keep your hand at the level of your eyes.” Ludger: “Put that thing back where it came from, or SO HELP ME--!!” Sascha: "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything." Othello: "I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted, and burned." Bonus (wasn’t gonna add them, but what the hell) Alois: “It's there. I know it is, because when I look at you...I can feel it. A-And I-I look at you, and I...I'm home. Please. I don't want that to go away. I don't want to forget.” Claude: “A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans, and a nice Chianti.” Hannah: “I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way.” Luka: "You are more beautiful than Cinderella! You smell like pine needles, and you have a face like sunshine!" Thompson/Timber/Canterbury: “I immediately regret my decision!” Ash: "I know who I am! I'm a dude playin' a dude disguised as another dude!" Angela: "You're not too smart, are you? I like that in a man." Pluto: "Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me... I wanna be dirrrrty! Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me... Creature of the night!"

#kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #movie quotes #Aesthetics #incorrect quotes #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #i don't need to explain this

[theexpectedguest]

The Waste Land  (1922) by T. S. Eliot

"NAM Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω."

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

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Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,

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And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,

My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,

And I was frightened. He said, Marie,

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Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow

Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,

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You cannot say, or guess, for you know only

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

There is shadow under this red rock,

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(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

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Frisch weht der Wind

Der Heimat zu,

Mein Irisch Kind,

Wo weilest du?

“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;

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They called me the hyacinth girl.”

—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not

Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither

Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,

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Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Öd’ und leer das Meer.

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,

Had a bad cold, nevertheless

Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,

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With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,

Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,

(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)

Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,

The lady of situations.

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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,

And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,

Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,

Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find

The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.

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I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.

Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,

Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:

One must be so careful these days.

Unreal City,

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Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,

I had not thought death had undone so many.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,

And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

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Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,

To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours

With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.

There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying “Stetson!

You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!

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That corpse you planted last year in your garden,

Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?

Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,

Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!

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You!

hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!”

II. A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,

Glowed on the marble, where the glass

Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines

From which a golden Cupidon peeped out

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(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)

Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra

Reflecting light upon the table as

The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,

From satin cases poured in rich profusion;

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In vials of ivory and coloured glass

Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,

Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused

And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air

That freshened from the window, these ascended

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In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,

Flung their smoke into the laquearia,

Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.

Huge sea-wood fed with copper

Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,

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In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.

Above the antique mantel was displayed

As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene

The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king

So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale

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Filled all the desert with inviolable voice

And still she cried, and still the world pursues,

“Jug Jug” to dirty ears.

And other withered stumps of time

Were told upon the walls; staring forms

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Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.

Footsteps shuffled on the stair,

Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair

Spread out in fiery points

Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.

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“My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.

Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.

What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?

I never know what you are thinking. Think.”

I think we are in rats’ alley

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Where the dead men lost their bones.

“What is that noise?”

                     The wind under the door.

“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”

                     Nothing again nothing.

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                                             “Do

You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember

Nothing?”

       I remember

               Those are pearls that were his eyes.

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“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”

                                                        But

O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—

It’s so elegant

So intelligent

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“What shall I do now? What shall I do?

I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street

With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?

What shall we ever do?”

                         The hot water at ten.

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And if it rains, a closed car at four.

And we shall play a game of chess,

Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.

When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said,

I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,

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HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.

He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you

To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.

You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,

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He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.

And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,

He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,

And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.

Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said.

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Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said,

Others can pick and choose if you can’t.

But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.

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You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.

(And her only thirty-one.)

I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,

It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.

(She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)

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The chemist said it would be alright, but I’ve never been the same.

You

are

a proper fool, I said.

Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said,

What you get married for if you don’t want children?

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

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Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,

And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.

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Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.

Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

III. THE FIRE SERMON

The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf

Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind

Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.

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Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,

Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends

Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.

And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;

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Departed, have left no addresses.

By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept…

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,

Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.

But at my back in a cold blast I hear

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The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.

A rat crept softly through the vegetation

Dragging its slimy belly on the bank

While I was fishing in the dull canal

On a winter evening round behind the gashouse.

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Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck

And on the king my father’s death before him.

White bodies naked on the low damp ground

And bones cast in a little low dry garret,

Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year.

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But at my back from time to time I hear

The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring

Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.

O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter

And on her daughter

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They wash their feet in soda water

Et, O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole!

Twit twit twit

Jug jug jug jug jug jug

So rudely forc’d.

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Tereu

Unreal City

Under the brown fog of a winter noon

Mr Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant

Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants

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C. i. f. London: documents at sight,

Asked me in demotic French

To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel

Followed by a week-end at the Metropole.

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back

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Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits

Like a taxi throbbing waiting,

I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,

Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see

At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives

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Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,

The typist home at tea-time, clears her breakfast, lights

Her stove, and lays out food in tins.

Out of the window perilously spread

Her drying combinations touched by the sun’s last rays,

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On the divan are piled (at night her bed)

Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.

I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs

Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—

I too awaited the expected guest.

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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,

A small house-agent’s clerk, with one bold stare,

One of the low on whom assurance sits

As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.

The time is now propitious, as he guesses,

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The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,

Endeavours to engage her in caresses

Which still are unreproved, if undesired.

Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;

Exploring hands encounter no defence;

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His vanity requires no response,

And makes a welcome of indifference.

(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all

Enacted on this same divan or bed;

I who have sat by Thebes below the wall

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And walked among the lowest of the dead.)

Bestows one final patronizing kiss,

And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit…

She turns and looks a moment in the glass,

Hardly aware of her departed lover;

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Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:

“Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.”

When lovely woman stoops to folly and

Paces about her room again, alone,

She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,

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And puts a record on the gramophone.

“This music crept by me upon the waters”

And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.

O City City, I can sometimes hear

Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,

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The pleasant whining of a mandoline

And a clatter and a chatter from within

Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls

Of Magnus Martyr hold

Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.

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The river sweats

Oil and tar

The barges drift

With the turning tide

Red sails

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Wide

To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.

The barges wash

Drifting logs

Down Greenwich reach

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Past the Isle of Dogs.

           Weialala leia

           Wallala leialala

Elizabeth and Leicester

Beating oars

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The stern was formed

A gilded shell

Red and gold

The brisk swell

Rippled both shores

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South-west wind

Carried down stream

The peal of bells

White towers

           Weialala leia

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           Wallala leialala

“Trams and dusty trees.

Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew

Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees

Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.“

295

“My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart

Under my feet. After the event

He wept. He promised ‘a new start.’

I made no comment. What should I resent?”

“On Margate Sands.

300

I can connect

Nothing with nothing.

The broken finger-nails of dirty hands.

My people humble people who expect

Nothing.”

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     la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

O Lord Thou pluckest

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burning

IV. DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell

And the profit and loss.

                         A current under sea

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Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell

He passed the stages of his age and youth

Entering the whirlpool.

                         Gentile or Jew

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,

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Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torch-light red on sweaty faces

After the frosty silence in the gardens

After the agony in stony places

The shouting and the crying

325

Prison and place and reverberation

Of thunder of spring over distant mountains

He who was living is now dead

We who were living are now dying

With a little patience

330

Here is no water but only rock

Rock and no water and the sandy road

The road winding above among the mountains

Which are mountains of rock without water

If there were water we should stop and drink

335

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand

If there were only water amongst the rock

Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit

Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit

340

There is not even silence in the mountains

But dry sterile thunder without rain

There is not even solitude in the mountains

But red sullen faces sneer and snarl

From doors of mud-cracked houses

                               If there were water

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And no rock

If there were rock

And also water

And water

A spring

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A pool among the rock

If there were the sound of water only

Not the cicada

And dry grass singing

But sound of water over a rock

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Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees

Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop

But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?

When I count, there are only you and I together

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But when I look ahead up the white road

There is always another one walking beside you

Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded

I do not know whether a man or a woman

—But who is that on the other side of you?

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What is that sound high in the air

Murmur of maternal lamentation

Who are those hooded hordes swarming

Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth

Ringed by the flat horizon only

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What is the city over the mountains

Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air

Falling towers

Jerusalem Athens Alexandria

Vienna London

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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight

And fiddled whisper music on those strings

And bats with baby faces in the violet light

Whistled, and beat their wings

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And crawled head downward down a blackened wall

And upside down in air were towers

Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

In this decayed hole among the mountains

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In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing

Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel

There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.

It has no windows, and the door swings,

Dry bones can harm no one.

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Only a cock stood on the roof-tree

Co co rico co co rico

In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust

Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves

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Waited for rain, while the black clouds

Gathered far distant, over Himavant.

The jungle crouched, humped in silence.

Then spoke the thunder

DA

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Datta:

what have we given?

My friend, blood shaking my heart

The awful daring of a moment’s surrender

Which an age of prudence can never retract

By this, and this only, we have existed

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Which is not to be found in our obituaries

Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider

Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor

In our empty rooms

DA

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Dayadhvam:

I have heard the key

Turn in the door once and turn once only

We think of the key, each in his prison

Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison

Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours

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Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus

DA

Damyata:

The boat responded

Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar

The sea was calm, your heart would have responded

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Gaily, when invited, beating obedient

To controlling hands

                     I sat upon the shore

Fishing, with the arid plain behind me

Shall I at least set my lands in order?

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London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down

Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina

Quando fiam ceu chelidon

—O swallow swallow

Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

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Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.

Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

Shantih    shantih    shantih

NOTESNot only the title, but the plan and a good deal of the incidental symbolism of the poem were suggested by Miss Jessie L. Weston’s book on the Grail legend: From Ritual to Romance (Macmillan). Indeed, so deeply am I indebted, Miss Weston’s book will elucidate the difficulties of the poem much better than my notes can do; and I recommend it (apart from the great interest of the book itself) to any who think such elucidation of the poem worth the trouble. To another work of anthropology I am indebted in general, one which has influenced our generation profoundly; I mean The Golden Bough; I have used especially the two volumes Attis Adonis Osiris. Anyone who is acquainted with these works will immediately recognise in the poem certain references to vegetation ceremonies. I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD Line 20 Cf. Ezekiel II, i. 23. Cf. Ecclesiastes XII, v. 31. V. Tristan und Isolde, I, verses 5–8. 42. Id. III, verse 24. 46. I am not familiar with the exact constitution of the Tarot pack of cards, from which I have obviously departed to suit my own convenience. The Hanged Man, a member of the traditional pack, fits my purpose in two ways: because he is associated in my mind with the Hanged God of Frazer, and because I associate him with the hooded figure in the passage of the disciples to Emmaus in Part V. The Phoenician Sailor and the Merchant appear later; also the “crowds of people,” and Death by Water is executed in Part IV. The Man with Three Staves (an authentic member of the Tarot pack) I associate, quite arbitrarily, with the Fisher King himself. 60. Cf. Baudelaire:“Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rèves,Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant.” 63. Cf. Inferno, III. 55–57:                      “si lunga trattadi gente, ch’io non avrei mai credutoche morte tanta n’avesse disfatta.” 64. Cf. Inferno, IV. 25–27:“Quivi, secondo che per ascoltare,“non avea pianto, ma’ che di sospiri,“che l’aura eterna facevan tremare.” 68. A phenomenon which I have often noticed. 74. Cf. the Dirge in Webster��s White Devil. 76. V. Baudelaire, Preface to Fleurs du Mal. II. A GAME OF CHESS 77. Cf. Antony and Cleopatra, II., ii. l. 190. 92. Laquearia. V. Aeneid, I, 726:      dependent lychni laquearibus aureisincensi, et noctem flammis funalia vincunt. 98. Sylvan scene. V. Milton, Paradise Lost, IV. 140. 99. V. Ovid, Metamorphoses, VI, Philomela. 100. Cf. Part III, l. 204. 115. Cf. Part III, l. 195. 118. Cf. Webster: “Is the wind in that door still?” 126. Cf. Part I, l. 37, 48. 138. Cf. the game of chess in Middleton’s Women beware Women. III. THE FIRE SERMON 176. V. Spenser, Prothalamion. 192. Cf. The Tempest, I, ii. 196. Cf. Day, Parliament of Bees:“When of the sudden, listening, you shall hear,“A noise of horns and hunting, which shall bring“Actaeon to Diana in the spring,“Where all shall see her naked skin…“ 197. Cf. Marvell, To His Coy Mistress. 199. I do not know the origin of the ballad from which these lines are taken; it was reported to me from Sydney, Australia. 202. V. Verlaine, Parsifal. 210. The currants were quoted at a price “carriage and insurance free to London”; and the Bill of Lading, etc. were to be handed to the buyer upon payment of the sight draft. 218. Tiresias, although a mere spectator and not indeed a “character,” is yet the most important personage in the poem, uniting all the rest. Just as the one-eyed merchant, seller of currants, melts into the Phoenician Sailor, and the latter is not wholly distinct from Ferdinand Prince of Naples, so all the women are one woman, and the two sexes meet in Tiresias. What Tiresias sees, in fact, is the substance of the poem. The whole passage from Ovid is of great anthropological interest:…Cum Iunone iocos et maior vestra profecto estQuam, quae contingit maribus’, dixisse, ‘voluptas.’Illa negat; placuit quae sit sententia doctiQuaerere Tiresiae: venus huic erat utraque nota.Nam duo magnorum viridi coeuntia silvaCorpora serpentum baculi violaverat ictuDeque viro factus, mirabile, femina septemEgerat autumnos; octavo rursus eosdemVidit et ‘est vestrae si tanta potentia plagae,’Dixit ‘ut auctoris sortem in contraria mutet,Nunc quoque vos feriam!’ percussis anguibus isdemForma prior rediit genetivaque venit imago.Arbiter hic igitur sumptus de lite iocosaDicta Iovis firmat; gravius Saturnia iustoNec pro materia fertur doluisse suiqueIudicis aeterna damnavit lumina nocte,At pater omnipotens (neque enim licet inrita cuiquamFacta dei fecisse deo) pro lumine ademptoScire futura dedit poenamque levavit honore. 221. This may not appear as exact as Sappho’s lines, but I had in mind the “longshore” or “dory” fisherman, who returns at nightfall. 253. V. Goldsmith, the song in The Vicar of Wakefield. 257. V. The Tempest, as above. 264. The interior of St. Magnus Martyr is to my mind one of the finest among Wren’s interiors. See The Proposed Demolition of Nineteen City Churches: (P. S. King & Son, Ltd.). 266. The Song of the (three) Thames-daughters begins here. From line 292 to 306 inclusive they speak in turn. V. Götterdämmerung, III, i: The Rhinedaughters. 279. V. Froude, Elizabeth, Vol. I, ch. iv, letter of De Quadra to Philip of Spain:“In the afternoon we were in a barge, watching the games on the river. (The queen) was alone with Lord Robert and myself on the poop, when they began to talk nonsense, and went so far that Lord Robert at last said, as I was on the spot there was no reason why they should not be married if the queen pleased.” 293. Cf. Purgatorio, V. 133:    “Ricorditi di me, che son la Pia;    “Siena mi fe’, disfecemi Maremma.” 307. V. St. Augustine’s Confessions: “to Carthage then I came, where a cauldron of unholy loves sang all about mine ears.” 308. The complete text of the Buddha’s Fire Sermon (which corresponds in importance to the Sermon on the Mount) from which these words are taken, will be found translated in the late Henry Clarke Warren’s Buddhism in Translation (Harvard Oriental Series). Mr. Warren was one of the great pioneers of Buddhist studies in the occident. 309. From St. Augustine’s Confessions again. The collocation of these two representatives of eastern and western asceticism, as the culmination of this part of the poem, is not an accident. V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID In the first part of Part V three themes are employed: the journey to Emmaus, the approach to the Chapel Perilous (see Miss Weston’s book), and the present decay of eastern Europe. 357. This is Turdus aonalaschkae pallasii, the hermit-thrush which I have heard in Quebec County. Chapman says (Handbook of Birds in Eastern North America) “it is most at home in secluded woodland and thickety retreats.… Its notes are not remarkable for variety or volume, but in purity and sweetness of tone and exquisite modulation they are unequaled.” Its “water-dripping song” is justly celebrated. 360. The following lines were stimulated by the account of one of the Antarctic expeditions (I forget which, but I think one of Shackleton’s): it was related that the party of explorers, at the extremity of their strength, had the constant delusion that there was one more member than could actually be counted. 366–76. Cf. Hermann Hesse, Blick ins Chaos: “Schon ist halb Europa, schon ist zumindest der halbe Osten Europas auf dem Wege zum Chaos, fährt betrunken im heiligem Wahn am Abgrund entlang und singt dazu, singt betrunken und hymnisch wie Dmitri Karamasoff sang. Ueber diese Lieder lacht der Bürger beleidigt, der Heilige und Seher hört sie mit Tränen.” 401. “Datta, dayadhvam, damyata” (Give, sympathise, control). The fable of the meaning of the Thunder is found in the Brihadaranyaka—Upanishad, 5, 1. A translation is found in Deussen’s Sechzig Upanishads des Veda, p. 489. 407. Cf. Webster, The White Devil, V, vi:            “…they’ll remarryEre the worm pierce your winding-sheet, ere the spiderMake a thin curtain for your epitaphs.” 411. Cf. Inferno, XXXIII, 46:“ed io sentii chiavar l’uscio di sottoall’orribile torre.”  Also F. H. Bradley, Appearance and Reality, p. 346.“My external sensations are no less private to myself than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside; and, with all its elements alike, every sphere is opaque to the others which surround it.… In brief, regarded as an existence which appears in a soul, the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that soul.” 424. V. Weston, From Ritual to Romance; chapter on the Fisher King. 427. V. Purgatorio, XXVI, 148.“‘Ara vos prec, per aquella valor‘que vos guida al som de l’escalina,‘sovegna vos a temps de ma dolor.’Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina.” 428. V. Pervigilium Veneris. Cf. Philomela in Parts II and III. 429. V. Gerard de Nerval, Sonnet El Desdichado. 431. V. Kyd’s Spanish Tragedy. 433. Shantih. Repeated as here, a formal ending to an Upanishad. “The Peace which passeth understanding” is a feeble translation of the content of this word.