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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 7)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 6

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Your life was on the edge again as you were close to being sold to men in their dimension. With a kind and selfless heart; you've tried saving Cirilla. Though, despite of the failure of a rescue, a certain witcher wouldn't let you stay in danger as he came to your aid and massacred whoever comes in his way. Thus, he'd recognized the person holding you and it made him curse deep beneath his breath as he remembered what he wanted from him after years of avoiding them for their regal favors.

Warnings: Gore. (I’ve added a gif that kinda..ugh. You get my point. Hehehe.) Death. Swords. Curse words. Modern references. Hehehe. Blood. Anger. More descriptions than dialogues. (I mean, who fights while talking? XD Also, it’s Geralt. You know how he is. XD) Assholes selling women/children.

Words: 6.3k+

A/N: Chapter 7 is out now! I've used Gifs of Geralt while the story goes on. Heehee! Just wanted to. IT’S GETTIN’ LIT IN HERE. AYEEEE!

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It took a narrow, derelict looking alleyway for Cirilla and her friend to be found. This was why you never trusted kids playing alone because they needed supervision at all times. There were black, grey and brown stone build houses designed for the outmoded era surrounding the alley.

You taciturnly stood in the middle of the dirt ground, scanning the whole place and finding a kid who wore a light blue kirtle. The sound of sand and gravel was apparent as you've taken conniving steps till you were about to enter another aisle that looked deserted. But, you were stopped as a silhouette of two men who wore dark brown furry sheep coats emerge from the gully.

The man holding Cirilla had a horrible beard looking like the man in the movie 300 with a sly smirk that could get you to know that he was part of the villains in a show while the other was a blonde chevalier that can pass as the prince's bodyguard.

They had sharp looking daggers across the children's necks and it made your heart cease because of the panic rising through your head. Yet, you try to calm down to make better decisions.

Not that it was a habit. You were bad a making decisions; look at how your life ended. Forgetting why you were drowning on a lake and suddenly emerging from another dimension like you had your next life in just a snap of Thanos' gauntlet.

"Nice, very nice." you mindlessly mumbled, avoiding their scowls and grins; giving the kids a once over as you've seen the fear straight out of their eyes.

There were no guns, anything to use for defense nor do you know any kung-fu that can make Jackie Chan watch you with popcorn on his hands.

You were currently a useless human especially that you were teleported with no supernatural powers or magic. What a nice way to be brought to a world you didn't know and had people who are experts in brutal fighting.

"Why, why, why," The man looking like King Leonidas mischievously announced as he tightened his hold around Cirilla and held the dagger close to her neck. The princess shrieked and growled before him, struggling against his hold as you winced at your mind who couldn't help but utter the most awkward sentences in panic.

"Delilah?" your nose scrunched so hard you were sure you looked constipated. It was a pun, and so it wasn't the best as you couldn't help but cringe for your stupidity.

"Ain't she a beaut," The blonde knight cackled as he strolled towards a wooden cage that can be used for lions or any feisty animal as Ethelia was dragged and locked in like a fauna being pulled around; never forgetting to give Cirilla's friend a pinch to her delicate cheeks as she flinched away from the asshole.

"Don't hurt Ethelia!" Cirilla struggled against her captor's arms, but he tightened his hold around her a lot more, "---Get her out of the cage!"

You've squinted your eyes at the large cage where Ethelia has been violently captured and saw not only one but a dozen of children taken to their account. Some were grubby and clean, though that one thing that made them all the same was that they were women.

They were freaking women and you definitely saw red because they all seemed innocent with all their wailing and bloodshot eyes.

The princess has managed to bite Tybalt on the arm; making the latter grab onto her roots brutally, igniting a frightened scream out of Cirilla, "You are next to this wench that shall be offered to the king!"

Thus, her screams made your palms sweat. You needed to do something and not just stand there like an idiot.

Tybalt's attention was suddenly turned to you; cocking his head to the side as smugly as he could, giving you a menacing grin that gave you the nervous shivers.

"---Or not?"

"Leave the child alone!" you suddenly had the courage to muster out loud; but it was no use as it didn't sound frightening for the party. Tybalt aimed the sharp edge of his dagger along Cirilla's neck as he moved them both forward, his appearance more discernable from the sudden cloudy day as he stepped outside his shadows. "---If it isn't another whore that I could sell to the duke,"

You could see how tall he was and utterly buff just like Geralt. His face was a complete epitome of a bandit as you noticed those sharp fangs and thinking he just had that type of teeth, "---Your beauty...Only passes for a knight's whore,"

Well, that sounded mean.

Tybalt continued, keeping Cirilla steady in the width of his arms as the child went on to struggle against his hold, her movements accidentally giving her a short slice of a wound that you quickly saw. Crimson liquid dripping down her neck like a breeze; not much, yet it was enough to give a wince, "---not for a king," the latter continued as he gave a low baleful laugh.

He'd studied you from head to toe, his gaze utterly making you feel uncomfortable. It was obvious that it consists of obscene thoughts running inside his brain. You couldn't help but feel your sweat turn cold from the panic you were feeling, "You are one short fella'! But, also kind of adorable like a dirty mouse not even worth for a penny,"

"Don't--Don't touch her," you stammered, biting on the insides of your lips as you tried thinking quicker. His wicked plans and diabolic ideas inside his head were enough to make your knees tremble; like you were being hunted by an Alghoul for the second time. You always had the luck in being involved with such ill-fate circumstances and it was making you crazy. Tybalt loudly scoffed, brown eyes glowing with malevolence and his smile turning sinister, "What are ye' going to do, little one? Cry like a bairn?"

The princess breathed in deep breaths, her heart beat running as fast as a cheetah. She'd gave you a look and you could quite see that she was deep in thought. Was Jaskier lying about her abilities? Was she a mutated one as well? Were the men holding her the Elvens?

"Cirilla," you subtly shook your head to distract her from doing anything that could give you both more peril than it should have.

"I can bring your little friend and this woman," Tybalt gestured to you and it made you step back; nevertheless, more of his bandits marched into view and roughly grabbed onto your arms, leaving you no chance to escape as you've tried to battle from their hold. "---Ethelia has been sold to the king by her father who had killed one of his knights. You know how King Viduka loves his knights,"

You wrestled against their hold. Two men strenghtened their grasp on you; rooting you to the ground as they were pretty much stronger, lanky and muscly with their fur coats. They were laughing on either side of you because of how you were struggling, "What is your name?" Tybalt drawled his words like a snake teasing his prey.

You loudly huffed and tried to wrench your arm away from both as you breathed hard; languidly feeling as if you were having a panic attack. It was there; again and it wasn't the right time, "You don't want me dropping down memes, I swear. I'm close to screaming John Cena," pause. "---You're gonna hate me, King Leonidas." A small guiltless smile was given to Cirilla's captor and it was enough to infuriate him because of how you didn't make sense.

Out of the blue, Tybalt unceremoniously pushed the princess off the ground; giving both his men that stood on either side of you a look as they roughly pushed you to him; passing you like a tennis ball as he caught you in his arms. You shrieked and have your heart flying off your chest as the chess piece suddenly moved and you were now their target.

Cirilla coughed her shock out of her chest; face scrubbing the ground which soiled her pretty face as she crawled and trembled away from you; sitting on her backside as she had her eyes focused on the the whole scene; thoroughly staggered at the sudden shift of victims.

Tybalt had his fingers grabbing onto your roots like a bitch; making you yelp as loud as you can to get anyone's attention from the other side of the city. But, no. There was no saviour. "Nobody owns ye', little scrubber! Come, to the palace!" he mercilessly yanked you with a handful of your hair, painfully dragging you to where the cages for humans stayed behind them; covered with a thick brown cloth for decency purposes if they even have dignity in their bloods.

"There's a place for little whores like ye'!" The other man who held you on the arm announced in a snobbish manner; ending his statement with a mirthful laugh that petrified you because of how presumptuous they were to find their actions fine for their world.

Your nerves were spiking up like a sparking electric circuit. The more closer you forcefully strided towards the cage, the more your emotions was flying up the sky. Adding the pain that Tybalt has been pouring on your roots was triggering your sensitive self to shed some tears from the fear of being sold by some dirty, old man who treats women like some kind of doll to relieve their sexual pleasures.

The lioness of Cintra dreaded the moment to see you walking towards a cage full of women going to be sold to different people. She couldn't do anything but think of ways that could get time ticking before Geralt could feel that there was something wrong. Accepting the fear of not saving you will never die down; if she would've not tried to help as she was saved by you.

Cirilla stood on her soles, feet shaking like a leaf as she had both hands in front; halting the forceful kidnap happening, "No! Stop! A man owns her with the name, Geralt! Geralt owns her! Geralt of Rivia! The Butcher of Blaviken!"

All men had their brows in a twist, tugging you back and making you face her. You were wincing and tears were falling from the hopeless feeling; it was much better to be living in their family rather than another man's home whom could have the power in owning you like a damn animal.

Tybalt jibed at the princess, poking fun at the lies she was saying. The name rang a bell; it was a name that they've been searching for so long but have been considered as a myth that isn't real. They've had their latest witcher be killed by a lethal beast. This known Witcher that they have been searching was no where to be found for years after years; or he just didn't want to be found was more of a logical reason at the same time.

"The Witcher?" he belittled with a grin, "---He's long gone, child. Hiding like a birdie! Cease your fantasy in having a witcher in the Kingdom of Kaedwen! We will all be killed by beasts! Just like them!"

Your captor tightened his hand on your head, giving it a sting that made you shriek. You didn't want to grow bald because of this. It was humiliating; you thought at the back of your mind as you sobbed from the fright. Tybalt inserted his dagger back in his pocket and swiftly opened the cloth to reveal ten children scared to death or even more, "This dirty maiden can be more useful than this lioness of a kid! It bites and roars too much!"

Thus, you never know how satisfying it was to hear a strum of a lute from afar. The echo resonated from the far end as you whipped around in zealous. Your heart beat coming to life as the hope flew back to where it should've been.

"That...is definitely not a good idea,"

Jaskier. There was Jaskier. Only Jaskier, but no Geralt. Still, it gave you a ton of hope to be saved.

"A bard," Tybalt rolled his eyes from all the pathetic interruption. Just getting you was thoroughly time consuming and he didn't know if he was already regretting it. He should be, when he's got his foot six feet on the ground already by touching Cirilla and you.

The bard stood where you could clearly see him. You eyed him with that agitated look. Nevertheless, he'd given you a cheeky wink as he continued to strum; his foot signalling Cirilla to take her flight and leave the hell hole before the men even had second thoughts of grabbing her again.

Hence, she hurriedly did; with a need to find the witcher.

You knew what Jaskier was doing. You've seen this in the movies for a lot of times. Some ended well while some didn't.

He was distracting Tybalt and his men. Hence, the bard was doing a damn great job at it because of how he was great at not showing his anxiety and trembles from being stabbed or beheaded like he was already...used to the thrill and danger.

"Get out of my way!" Tybalt frustratingly barked; giving him a nasty glare, "You are making the massive mistake ever---," Jaskier articulated, sounding like he was telling a story as he sounded informative and factual.

"---You are plotting your own demise, Berk."

The nickname was a wrong move for Jaskier. He'd wince after seeing Tybalt's nose flare like a dragon in heat. Now, it was the perfect time you've seen his fingers stop from strumming his lute and actually seeing the little tremble from his fingers.

He was doing good; so good, but he had to just insult the guy and let the mistakes flow.

You've sniffed and felt the tears have subsided. Eyes thoroughly bloodshot as well because of how you've felt the man holding you captive exhale a breath of vexation. Tybalt was mad.

Which gave you a reason to mouth at the bard that he had only one job, one job and he ruined it.

"What did you just call me?" Tybalt seethed like there was fire coming out of his mouth. Forehead creased to the extent that he was tempted for his horns to come out. "Ughm," Jaskier spluttered, eyes rolling elsewhere as he heard footsteps coming closer from behind.

"I'm--I'm--I'm just actually uttering out the most foolish things ever! Just wasting time until a witcher has your head in a platter or more so; cut in half!" Jaskier spun around and saw those two men who has held you was now treading near and his eyes wanted to come out of his eye sockets when he'd seen them scowling.

A tiny shriek came out of the bard as he swallowed his nervousness and swiftly spun and kept his lute behind him.

You've felt Tybalt shifting behind you; fishing for his dagger as you'd remember it from a while ago. "There are no more witchers in this kingdom," he harshly spat with spite, "---If so, Sorceress Ingrith and I would've found him and asked for help,"

The bard halted from backing away from the two men who wanted to corner him, peeking back at Tybalt as his back felt the stone walls and they were looming before him. "What?"

"---So, just let me take her, bard!"

Jaskier was swift enough to dodge out of being cornered, quickly jogging to where you were at arms reach from him as he had his hands on his hips; still having the time to be sassy after being threatened. "No, no! You cannot take her! I second the notion and refuse for you to take her!"

Those two bandits who had eyes on him unsheathed their swords from behind. He'd heard the metal slash out of its home as he felt the tip of the sword from one man on the edge of his neck; like a warning to shut his flowery mouth from even saying anything less.

"Impossible! You are close to being beheaded!" Tybalt scoffed, cackling as he saw the bard tap his foot in anxiety when he'd seen another pair of Tybalt's men emerge from behind you. Jaskier was thinking and also having an internal monologue of feeling the adrenaline rush. There were more; maybe a maximum of nine people who came with the kidnapping monster.

"Oh gods, where is Geralt when we need him," Jaskier mumbled to himself and calmly breathed out of his nose; languidly closing his eyes to keep him from panicking out loud.

Yet, the bard couldn't control it and began to yell for help.

"Fuck!---GERALT! This is no time for your bone aching moments because of how senile you are! You are certainly getting old when you want me bleeding after this just to rescue your darn midget!"

Jaskier was heaving deep breaths as he was having his panic attacks right now. He stared at you with hysteria and thinking if Geralt didn't come too early, he would already be beheaded. You swallowed the fear stuck in your throat for the third time around; patiently waiting for your demise that you had been wishing on the first day but was now dreading the idea of it when you had lived in for days in their dimension.

You thought it would take hours for the witcher to find you; or even days after being captured. But, seeing him make an appearance as he finally turned a corner was the best feeling you've ever felt.

Now, you know how it feels to be captured then saved by a man who lives in your fantasy. It felt utterly fulfilling and joyous. Specially, when he'd cautiously trudged along with that brooding facade he had.

You were elated to see him; huffing out a breath you were holding for far too long. Too happy as you were saved for the second time; having a chance to live for the second time.

"Geralt! Oh gods, great timing!" Jaskier yelped when a man roughly kept him still. The witcher came with nothing but his bag of sword strapped behind him and his brooding charm, his anger obvious on his face and a humorless expression.

"Fuck," thus, he deeply snarled beneath his chest; knowing what was bound to happen.

A look you have never seen before; ever. Hence, it was a facial expression you didn't want to encounter because it was as if you felt like he wouldn't bat an eyelid to everyone who would come his way and end up creating a massacre.

It technically resembles the look of destruction.

Geralt stood on the middle of the area, a few meters away from you; thoroughly calm and collected but with a stony-face you didn't want to poke on. Shoulders and chest puffed to an extent that screams strength and resilience. He'd given Jaskier a once over to check if he was okay and based on how talkative he still was; the bard was totally fine.

Then, he'd taken a look at you. Those golden eyes were blazing with indignation. His forehead slowly creasing together so tightly as he realized Tybalt's fingers grabbing onto your roots; a shiny dagger catching his eye that was hidden behind your clothing. Your attention right on the witcher as you didn't realize that it was painstakingly lifting Geralt's tunic in which you wore as the asshole grinned back at him with devilry.

"What took you so long?!" Jaskier still managed to hollered out loud. But, took no answer from the witcher as he squinted his eyes at you who was held captive.

You felt the cold, brisk wind hit your thighs; lately realizing that Tybalt was playing with your clothes like the debauched man that he is as he was slowly lifting the damn tunic and making people see your black underwear which made the man eyed it weirdly. Your heart was hammering out of your chest as you stared back at the witcher who was sending a grimace at the man behind you.

Your eyes was pleading for him to come and get you. Geralt knew and could see it in your eyes and it was making his blood boil for everyone.

"The infamous witcher," Tybalt announced in shock. The tip of his dagger probing at the side of your hip like a warning to never move. Geralt hoarsely gave a groan deep within his chest, languorously unsheathing his sword from behind him and never shifting his eyes away from you.

“---He’d finally shown himself to us! Perhaps, you really aren’t just an epic created by the blue-eyed dunce!”

The men who held Jaskier was foolishly eyeing the witcher with their faces twisted like they couldn't believe what they were seeing. They've seen his face in the parchment paper that they had. Though, Geralt was considered as a myth that was never true. To Jaskier's luck, it was the right time to snatch the blade from one who has held it loosely; spinning on his heel and aiming the nib on his neck with an awkward stance. A triumphant grin given from the bard as his friend continued to gawk at the witcher like he'd seen the heavens.

"We've been finding yer' kind!" Tybalt grinned from ear to ear, feeling the tine of his whetted dagger pointed on top of your hip bone and you felt your blood rise from the adrenaline starting to take over. Your feet shuffled and it took one move for him to yank at your roots that was already throbbing from the soreness, "---Or a particular one! Long white hair, brooding and a stubborn arsehole who keeps on rejecting the king's favors like some notable man!"

You can feel Tybalt sniffing out loud, thus a loud shriek came out of you when he'd vulgarly dropped his head to inhale your scent in between the pillar of your neck which made your face twist in utter disgust because of how peculiar he was acting; like a vampire in the movies who couldn't get enough of your scent. "Oh, hell no! You're no Edward Cullen! I'm also no Bella! You don't glimmer against the sunlight and you're not as pale as I think you are!" you were terror-struck from his actions and tried to fight away from his face that was strapped on the edges of your neck and suddenly felt canines teasing that part of your neck where he wanted to bite, "---OH MY GOD, A VAMPIRE! PLEASE DON'T BITE MY NECK! NOBODY HAS DONE IT YET!"

All hell broke loose as Tybalt plunged his mouth on your neck like a deprived creature; but not giving a bite. Thus, his men rashly took charge from the moment Geralt lifted a foot as he fully drew his blade out from behind; including the man who'd tried threatening Jaskier; leaving the other weaponless man to the bard as they both looked at each other in wonder.

The witcher knew Tybalt was a vampire. A higher one. He sensed it and he knew him.

A knight from the palace was the first to pounce on the witcher with persistence, lunging after Geralt as he dodged his attack and stabbed him from the back with no penitence. His focal point on you and his senses were heightened a lot more than it ever does with a will to keep you from harm.

Without even batting an eyelid, the witcher was aware of the men ambushing him one by one. Second man who had an unlucky fate tried to strike a blow to his upper leg but the witcher was more skilled than the latter and shielded the attack by his sword; the loud metallic retorts when the blades collide with one another, it was ringing in your ears as you felt Tybalt licking a stripe from your nape to your jaw, making you shiver from disgust.

You shrieked out loud as you felt so gross from his ministrations; but never taking your eyes off Geralt who managed to skillfully dodge all blows from the fighters like a virtuoso as he stabbed them to anywhere they were vulnerable and fatal; giving them no chance to live. There was blood, lots of bloodshed happening as Tybalt cackled from behind you; watching his men be killed with one stab of the witcher's sword; amputating them with no pangs of conscience.

He was that dedicated that he'd assassinated five of his men without a blink of his eye.

You've felt the dagger poke at your sides, and you were too distracted on watching the witcher edge closer to where you were as he fought men. You didn't feel Tybalt stabbing you on the hip; not fully sheathing it inside you but it was enough to ignite a loud cry that made Geralt stop and snap his head away from the previous attacker as he fought him off, his Aurum eyes narrowing as he gruffly growled to himself and saw Crimson dripping from your hip to your thigh; tears dripping down the sides of your eyes when you've felt the excruciating pain sting like a damn train hitting you on the face.

Tybalt took a loud whiff as the pungy, metallic smell wafted through the air; from you and from his men that Geralt have slaughtered; his eyes burning you as it has been on you since the start of the fight. "She smells different," your captor mirthfully foretold to the witcher who was quick to cast a sign towards a charging man with a mere use of his palm and it was enough to make you breath hitch as it seemed to look like he just used a spell. It was magic. The man propelled backwards as his head hit the stone wall; knocking him out.

So, magic really does happen in their world. You silently thought to yourself.

The dagger was slowly being dragged out and it even hurt more than it ever should. You sobbed and felt your knees weakening from the pain because of how low your pain tolerance was. Tybalt dragged the dagger to his mouth, his sharp, long tongue giving himself a little taste of your blood, "---Even tastes different," he grinned, inhaling deep as your focus was on the witcher who penetratingly stabbed a man's mouth; slashing him open in between his head without regret with blood splashing his face and on the ground he stood. His focus on exterminating who comes in his way. Your face was twisting in a cringe by the pain on your hip and by also seeing the gore happening around the area made by the witcher.

"---Witcher got himself a bizarre woman!" Your captor announced out loud with a laugh when Geralt was finally close enough. Assassinating every bit of his men into lifeless dolls.

No exhaustion was written on his face except for the sweat. There were splutters of human blood soiling his dashing features. He'd relaxed his stance and had his hands on either side of him, palms on show but the other holding his sword, yielding it away from your captor, yet still showing sign that he wouldn't be doing any more violence.

Jaskier had managed to kick the unarmored man with his foot and hit the butt of the sword on the latter's head, knocking him unconscious as he scanned the whole area with a terrified look on his face.

It was a complete massacre.

The witcher had his eyes solely on you; your eyelashes batting languidly when you've taken a good look at your brawny savior and felt yourself turn jello from the blood pouring out of you. You didn't know if it was already hallucination but there was anger, dismay and fear pouring out of those blazing, golden peepers like he'd already seen the whole event, hoping it wouldn't end the way it was before.

"I take what's mine," Geralt rasped and firmly pressed with that low baritone of his. If one was aware of his change of emotions, you could hear how earnest he sounded as he took cautious steps closer; facial expressions still apathetic and non-readable for the people who sees him. The witcher kept his mouth closed as he breathed and looked away, before keeping a weather eye on you again. His half-tied hair disheveled, dirty and looking greasy from the sweat.

"---Release her," It was a demand from the witcher himself. An ultimatum sent as you've noticed Geralt's fingers tightly wrap around the handle of his silver sword; like he was trying hard not to stab Tybalt who stood behind you because he had you shackled.

Tybalt noticed Geralt who was stealthy prowling to reach you up close and so, he'd positioned his dagger across your neck as you heaved breaths; yanking your head back to show Geralt that he wouldn't think twice in slitting you dead. The witcher was quick to cease his steps when he was a meter away from you; tightly keeping his lips in a straight line as he exhaled a frustrated breath.

"The king will be delighted to see you," Tybalt deliberately observed the witcher from head to foot, shaking his head in disbelief that it only took one woman to kidnap for him to reveal himself from hiding. Your breathing was staggered as you blinked repeatedly back at the witcher as his nose was scrunched to his discontent for everything, "I don't have time for your royal shit," he seethed back at the man; giving him a tight scowl.

Tybalt frowned back at Geralt, feeling the tip of his dagger heavily pressing against the pulse on your neck; making you whimper, "---But, you wasted your time on killing my men for this useless wench, Witcher."

"She's...She's a different case," The witcher trailed off as you felt his stare on your face, definitely pining than it ever intended to before he'd given the stink eye to the vampire holding you captive, "---I don't want anything to do with the castle,"

"The prince is slowly losing himself, reaching his demise," Tybalt stressed; worried about the royal family whom he was devoted to for already a decade. Geralt scoffed back with a rude remark, "I don't have anything to do with any of their horseshit, Tybalt. I wasn't the witch who have cursed prince Althalos,"

He said his name out loud, catching you off guard as you peered back at the witcher with an intrigued haze of your bloodshot eyes because he knew him.

"You witchers are fucking useless!" Tybalt groaned and loudly sneered before violently fishing out his dagger. Geralt knew what he was about to do and your life held no value for Tybalt as he had no second thoughts on ending you with a stab to the chest.

Yet, from the moment Tybalt held the dagger over your chest; the witcher was fast enough to cast a sign towards the both of you; dragging you from the force as you were pushed off in the air. Though, Geralt was immediate enough to catch you around your wrist, pulling you to him before you could even fall flat on the ground.

The witcher secured his musclebound arms around you, his sky scraping height thoroughly used as your support as you were holding him for dear life. You didn't know how comforting his warmth was when he carefully sat you down against the stone walls as your vision was starting to spin a horizon.

"Ge...Geralt," you whispered as you heave for long breaths, tightly closing your eyes as you tried to take a good look at the witcher who was crouched in front of you; examining your face for more injuries and too dizzy to realized that he'd tuck a disheveled strand of your hair away from your face to observe your status.

You were probably losing blood, having a panic attack and feeling weak from the stab wound.

Your eyes were just straightaway staring at the witcher; seeing his face contort into pure rancor and you tried to smile despite of the pain. It took a kidnapping for him to finally notice you or even care in giving you his attention and you wanted to laugh by how you needed to shed blood for the witcher to care like this.

It looked entirely pleasing and also satisfying to see him care.

"I'm okay! J-Just bleeding--??" it was a yelp as you tried to move your hips and felt your muscles spasm as it gave you another strike of excruciating pain; making you moan and whimper; looking away from Geralt to inspect the cages for the poor children still in the background.

Jaskier finally got off on his feet, running towards where you were and you've seen him crouch beside the witcher with a look of panic and worry. Never uttering a word as his mind was in a mess at all the blood that was flowing. You languidly blinked; trying to fight off from fainting because you didn't want to fall unconscious. The heat from Geralt's palm cupping your face forcefully made you take a look at him and his expressions were unreadable as per usual, "The...The children,"

Geralt couldn't help but sigh; his face frowning from your words. Despite of being wounded and on the verge of fainting, you were still selfless enough to ask to release the children from their cage. Jaskier blinked at the image in front of him. The witcher was cupping your cheek as he worriedly stared into your eyes and the bard needed to blink to stop himself from watching; lifting himself off his feet to answer your requests. "I-I'll free them!"

The Ivory haired man checked your wounds; seeing Carmine liquid dripping from the wound like a slightly open faucet with every breath you take; staining his dark Tunic till blood was dripping down your unclothed thighs. He'd stood on his feet as he was sure to leave you in a position that would lessen for the blood to spill, his angered; golden eyes scanning the area as to where Tybalt was. But, to his dismay...He was gone.

"Worry no more, children or...women! The witcher has saved the day! Come on now!" the bard hooted as he freed the children; noticing some were teenagers and actually close to being young adults. Some of the women gasped at his words because of the fact that they were saved by a monster slayer who was only capable of taking lives and continued to gawk at the witcher who stood in the middle of the area; seeming to be in a deep contemplation within himself.

Geralt closed his eyes to try and get a scent from the vampire. Though, none. It was never found as the metallic scent of your blood has heightened it all; including those he have exterminated. A low grumble vibrated out of his chest as he sheathed his sword and kept it strapped on his back again despite of all the blood it had.

He thought Tybalt wouldn't have lasted long in the castle; even having the luck on earning a spot in the military forces despite of doing all the dirty work for the royalties. His hatred for the vampire growing back in a bigger fire; adding more wrath because he'd butchered the witcher that worked for the king last time because of certain purposes.

It wasn't a little later that you were being carried in somebody's arms. Based on the long hair hitting your face and the strong scent of blood, you knew it was Geralt. Your arms were feebly encircling his neck as you closed your eyes, fighting off from being knocked out. "I...don't...want to sleep," you saplessly whispered to the witcher who was talking to Jaskier and asking if remembers the healer that was close from the city.

You didn't want to sleep because you were worried that when you wake up, he would be back in being distant again; that everything that has happened was all a dream, being carried and saved by Geralt for the second time as he even had the look that he cared and not actually feel as if you were a baggage to their family.

Your forehead leaned on the witcher's neck as you could feel yourself smile as he'd hummed to inform you that he was listening; putting his attention solely on you alone, "I...I...didn't do anything...mean, right?" you continued to question and whispered against his neck, the beat of your heart skipping a beat despite of how shallow it was sounding right now.

Geralt exhaled a deep breath, giving you the side eye as he tried to peer down at you but it was impossible as you hid on the corner of his neck. A weak smile lifting your lips as you continued and felt your head so light; the words coming out of your mouth completely like a whistle of the wind as you accepted the daydream of talking your thoughts out in the open, "I..I...don't want you hating me..and I don't want you avoiding me...at all costs," the vulnerability of your words can be heard. You were too weak to even feel Geralt swallow that uncomfortable but equitable feeling down his throat as he strode past people who were looking at you in bafflement.

It took one last sigh before Geralt felt your head fall in between his neck in unconsciousness and for the first time, ever again. The witcher was scared.

Thus, you were sure you were thoroughly fond of his presence. As if, you were surprisingly taking more than a liking to a witcher without your consent and unbeknownst to your conscience, it has always been from the start as destiny made it out to be.

SO, I WAS SCREAMING WHEN GERALT SAID ‘I TAKE WHAT’S MINE’ (GERALT, YOU CAN TAKE ME HOWEVER YOU WANT---OOPS) OTHER THAN THE WORD FUCK THAT HE ALWAYS SAYS. *sCREAMS* WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS FOR THIS CHAPTER, TATER TOTSSSS!!?!?!?

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zacc-attacc · 3 years

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Firstly - I really love good puns, so your username made my day xD

Then, for your request thing - would you maybe write a Sprace OneShot that plays in the canon era? Maybe some sort of friends-to-lovers thing?

Thanks :)

First of all, thank you for the request! And for the compliment, of course.

ANYWAYS, HISTORICAL SPRACE, HERE WE GO BABS.

Sweet-Talker- A Historical Sprace Fic

Word Count: 2k

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love. Period. Especially with a boy. I was Spot Conlon, the King of Brooklyn. Not some blithering idiot who brings flowers to some idiot boy halfway across New York. I had made a pledge, not only to myself but to the others. I was responsible for them.

So why was I falling for a stupid blond Manhattan boy with an addiction to soggy cigars?

I still remember the first time I saw him-- on a pape I was selling to a regular buyer. It was just a black and white picture, which hardly did any justice to how handsome he was in color. But even among 20 or so other newsboys, I felt a flutter in my stomach when I looked into his eyes.

Disgusting, I thought as I sold the paper. Is this what the boys were talking about? Sparks flying and all that sappy shit?

If I had been smart, I would’ve sold all my papes and kept my distance from the strike. From Cigar Boy.

Brooklyn don’t get caught up in things that ain’t our deal, I reminded myself.

But Race, as I learned later, tends to bring out the worst in me. So I did the dumb thing. I sold all but one of my papes (I couldn’t bring myself to just… Give him away like that. For what? A penny?) and ran to Manhattan.

Where it was a full-blown war. Pulitzer had called in dozens of goons (but, of course, couldn’t be bothered to show up himself), an army of policemen, and the only cop the newsboys truly feared-- Snyder. The only man who had succeeded in locking up the two most resilient Newsies of New York- Jack Kelly, and yours truly.

I watched in horror as bottles were thrown, teenage boys were hit by adults, even a smaller boy who needed a crutch to walk was beaten with his own crutch. And I knew I couldn’t do the smart thing, the Brooklyn thing ever again. Not for this.

I ran to join my brethren, letting myself give in to the adrenaline of a battle. Luckily for me, most people were too lost in the chaos to notice me.

All except for one.

As cops ran, chasing boys as if they were prey that they would likely never catch, who other than Cigar Boy walked over to me, spitting blood out of his mouth and extending his hand for a handshake.

“Well, well, well, to whats do we owe the pleasure of Spot Conlon of Brooklyn?” He said, giving me a tired grin. He didn’t have a cigar between his lips, but he did have one sticking out of his pocket. I shook his hand, noticing that even after he had literally been beaten up for an hour plus, his handshake was firm.

“Okay there, Sluggo, we’ll talk when you ain’t bleeding from the head,” I said gruffly, turning and starting to walk back towards Brooklyn. If I could convince the boys, we could come back later and tell Manhattan we were joining the strike.

“The lodge is this was,” the boy pointed to the opposite direction of where I was heading. I gave a light laugh.

“No, no. I’s best get goin’ so you’s can patch up.”

“There ain’t no way I’s letting you walk halfway across New York after getting beaten up,” the boy protested, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the lodge.

“I’ve been through worse,” I protested, attempting to dislodge my arm from his grasp.

“Well, ya’int goin’ through that again. Now c’mon. We has some bandages back at the lodge for that cut of yours,” he said, gesturing to the deep cut in my upper arm. I sighed in defeat and started walking.

“Just so you know… This is just to make sure yous don’t pass out in the streets on the way there,” I clarified. The boy just rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“For New York’s most feared Newsie, you sure is worried about someone you just met today.”

“I’m feared, but I an’t heartless, sweet-talker. I don’t want another life on my conscience.” Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. What kind of monster did he think I was? Race stopped walking. I looked up and saw a complex setup of fire escapes, rails, and a rooftop where a newsboy who could only be Jack Kelly was pacing.

“Fair enough. Well, we’s here… So I’s just gonna swing up, grab my stuff, I can meet you down here,” the boy said, grabbing onto some rungs of a fire escape and climbing up with surprising nimbleness. It was as if the battle had barely affected him. That, or he was still riding the adrenaline rush.

“No, no. Take care of your boys. I won’t die,” I said, hearing the panic in my tone. If Jack saw me with no reinforcements, he’d start to think we were fully on board. And if Brooklyn wasn’t, and word got around that I had already fought… It wouldn’t be good. They would accuse me of being a traitor. I couldn’t risk that.

“Ey, no, that wasn’t part of our agreement!” he yelled as I walked away. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Next time, have me shake on it, sweet-talker!” I shouted back, turning around to see his impish grin. My muscles were screaming in protest from overuse, but I had to get home before dark.

“The name’s Racetrack Higgins!” was the last I heard before breaking into a sprint.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

And here we are now. Strike over, prices back, nobody dead, everyone happy.

Except for me.

Because I wasn’t supposed to fall in love, but here it came. Striding down the hill with a cigar in its mouth.

I could feel the unease in the boys beside me. We weren’t used to soloing Newsboys in our area, barely after selling hours, no less.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it,” I muttered to them, walking towards Race.

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here,” I hissed, grabbing his shoulders and fake-shoving him to look like I was giving him a serious talking-to. He couldn’t know we knew each other. It had to look like we were fighting.

“Well, Conlon, I thought we’d had a moment there,” Race whisper-shouted back, shoving me as well. I lowered my voice to an even quieter tone.

“Meet me in your alleyway after sundown.”

He looked at me, confusion on his face, but nodded numbly and ran away.

I heaved a sigh and turned to go spin some fake tale about why he was there.

That boy is going to be the death of me.

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“Why’d you chase me out like that, Conlon?” Race asked, leaning against the brick wall of the Newsboy lodge. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I hated it.

“Because, Higgins, the boys don’t like strange Manhattan Newsies on our turf,” I half-spat. How stupid could he get? Didn’t he understand what was at stake here?

“You’re mad at me,” he said, his eyes flashing with realization.

“Yeah, no shit,” I muttered, starting to pace. This was a bad idea. Why did I keep letting myself come back to him? Why was I constantly subjecting myself to the one thing I couldn’t have?

“Why? I just wanted to see you again,” he protested, walking towards me. I turned around to face him, my nose practically touching his chin.

“‘Cause we ain’t supposed to be friends. The boys see you hangin’ around Brooklyn, they’ll think yous tryin’ to prove something. And you know what they do to boys that ain’t ours? They beat ‘em up. Then, they bring them to me. And I decide if they’s gets a real pounding. But do I have a choice? No! Once they’s decides yous getting beat, my say hardly matters. If I randomly tell them to let someone go, I’m considered soft. Then we both get beat. Do you see what they’ve done to some boys? I ain’t letting that happen to you, Race! I’m not patching up your wounds because I couldn’t control-”

“Spot.,” Race cut me off. I froze. It was the first time he had used my full name.

“What?” I asked bitterly. I noticed my eyes were burning. Why were they burning? What was this hellish sensation?

I felt something warm trickle down my face.

Oh. My. God. I was crying. Crying! I hadn’t cried in four years! All about some idiot boy who had lovely eyes and blond hair and was empathetic and made me genuinely laugh and feel safe for the first time in years-

Race stepped forward, crushing the distance between us in one stride (damn tall people), and then… Hugged me.

I hadn’t been really hugged in seven years, since I had made it to Brooklyn. Well, I had received bro hugs. Light ‘ey, whaddup’ hugs. But this… This was the type of hug that I hadn’t received since my parents had died. The type of hug that shields you from the outside world, that makes you feel like an atomic bomb could go off and they could protect you from it.

It was so strange, so human. I hadn’t been treated like a real person for so long.

“It’s really like that, huh,” Race whispered, stroking my back. I felt goosebumps appear on my skin. How much feeling had I forced myself to miss out on?

“It’s just… A lot. I mean… I’ve always known I would give my life for those boys, they’re my everything. But… I don’t know if they would for me. I don’t even know how much they truly respect me. I can’t even say if they’d respect this new rule I’ve been thinking of putting in place,” I said, not moving from my place in Race’s grasp.

“And what would that be?” Race muttered, rocking back and forth. It was… nice.

“No beating up on Racetrack Higgins ‘cause he deserves the world,” I said, my voice still muffled in his shirt. He chuckled.

“I hardly deserve the world… But… Could I have you?” there was this caution in his voice, so different from the constant suave tone he took on while talking with me. But, then again, I of all people was sobbing into a boy’s chest, so this night turned out to be the night of all the unthinkable.

“I don’t know if that’s what you really want, but… You can have me, sweet-talker,” I said, tipping up my head and meeting his lips in a kiss.

It wasn’t sudden, or brash like most would’ve thought our first kiss would be like. No, it was slow and sweet. Because even if our relationship was loud and chaotic, we could take pieces of it as slow as we wanted.

And now, I can say that my sweet-talkers lips are just as sweet as his words.

A/N: Thank y’all so much for reading! if you have any sort of prompts, pop on over to my asks! Love y’all! <3

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earl-of-221b · 7 years

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驱魔录

Anti-demon Saga

This is a fan translation of the 2016 chapters of DENGANG’s Monkey King: Hero is Back fan comics. Please support DENGANG on weibo, three of his Hero is Back comics can be purchased here and here, as well as heaps of his art, prints, phones cases and other products. If you click on the links (in the link, lol), it’ll redirect to Taobao.

Please read bubbles and panels right-to-left (To follow the speech bubbles, read up-down from the right.)

Chapter 1

A monk opens to the door to a cottage on a rainy day.

Thugs: “En?”

“Venerable Master, what are you doing so late in the night?”

“Is the Master wanting to stop an injustice by saving this girl?”

Monk: “No…”

“I am here to save you guys…”

Thugs: “Ol’ Seven, go check the merchandise.”

“Hey Boss, can’t you see she’s still right there?”

Captured woman: “Venerable Master, you are headed west, I am headed east; from the very beginning, the well water will never impede upon the water in the river — why must you make such a scene and ruin my good work?”

‘Captured’ woman: “Do you really think I’m scared you?”

Thugs: “She was fucking-actually a demon this entire time!”

“Cut it down!”

(Green demon takes down thugs, pulls out spines.)

(Green demon goes in to kill the monk.)

Monk: “This monk has never said…

“That I…

…

“Had come alone…”

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong (Black bubbles): “Every time — you always have to waste your breath and run your mouth chit chatting, why must you humour these kinds of ants?”

Sun Wukong: “Jiang— ehem…Monk. These wild thugs, how should they be punished?”

Jiang Liu’er: “Let’s go. In these harsh times, (let us hope they can sort themselves out?).”

“Just then when you ascended from the sky, wasn’t that a little too amazing?”

“In this story I’m the main character, ok?”

Sun Wukong: “Sucker.”

End.

Author Notes: This is my first time drawing longer stories, the art style is a bit harsh. I’m not even sure if I can keep it up. This is to whet your appetite (literal - spice up your eyes?) I will kneel/bow now.

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Chapter 2

Jiang Liu’er on horse. The horse is clearly one morphed from a dragon.

Jiang Liu’er: “Xiao Bai, I’ll go and get us some food. You wait outside the village for me.”

“Hm. I know. On the off-chance a stranger sees you, it won’t be good if you scare them off.”

Xiao Bai, White Dragon Horse (Black bubbles): “Master. There are dark enemies in this place, and they are heavy. It does not feel like a place where the living reside. It’s better to be careful.”

(Jiang Liu’er goes off with Lantern.)

“Mas…ter…”

Little girl: “Please…wait…”

“Master. Pleas slow down.”

(A young, blind girl tugs on Jiang Liu’er’s robes.)

Little girl: “Master, we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot, you misunderstand. Please hear me speak.”

Jiang Liu’er (white bubble): “Really. You think you can trick this monk just like this? By tying yourself to this dying girl’s body? What are your intentions?”

Little girl: “Please help me. I beg of you, take me out of this village. This place is so full dangers. We should leave immediately.”

Ghost in little girl’s body: “Us mother and daughter have had it very harsh. My daughter was so unfortunate to lose her sight. But I could not sustain our livelihoods by being a beggar. These starved, desperate villagers, starved for years, singled me out as an outsider, and cut me down to share my flesh between them…”

“My grudge saw me take form as a spirit tied to my daughter’s body. I protect her from harm. But the villagers — they’ve changed and become even more virulent, and I am losing strength. Soon I will be nothing but dust and smoke and my daughter will be hungry and cold for the rest of her days. She will learn to resent even with the short time she has left in this world…”

“Venerable Master, please see with the kindness and compassion in your heart. Please save my daughter — leave quickly, or the villagers will discover you…”

Cannibals: “Flesh…”

“Flesh…there’s fresh flesh to eat here…”

“Kill…eat flesh…”

“Kill…kill them all, and then we eat tonight…kill…kill…”

Ghost Mum: “Great Master, take my daughter away from here! Even if I turn to flying dust and dissipating smoke, I will still kill these animals!”

Jiang Liu’er: “There’s no use. You can’t stop them. They can’t see you, and you shouldn’t add to your sins. Do you really not wish to reincarnate?”

Ghost Mum, dissipating: “Esteemed…Venerable Master, then you take my daughter and go. I’ll disappear now — you have to hold up, alright?”

“Mas…”

Jiang Liu’er, out of breath: “Hah…Hah…how great…I can’t run anymore…but…”

“Hah…White…”

“Dragon.”

(White horse looms out.)

(An explosion-like scene, White Horse morphs into a towering dragon, red eyes shining and looking down on Jiang Liu’er.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Xiao Bai. You hungry? I bought the food back to you.”

Xiao Bai, slithered close to Jiang Liu’er, red eye larger than Jiang Liu’er’s entire head: “Master…These villagers are living…”

Jiang Liu’er: “They’re live people?”

“Oh. Oh. I couldn’t tell.”

Sun Wukong, lounging on a tree: “Little Monk. You really favour Xiao Bai, don’t you? Under these pretty circumstances when would you ever stop to think of me?”

Jiang Liu’er: “I was just worried that you’ll go ahead and break the sky again…”

Sun Wukong: “What about this silly girl, Sa Yatou? You going to keep her with you on your travels?”

Jiang Liu’er: “Sa Yatou…”

End chapter

Author’s notes: Chapter 2 I did a long while after chapter 1. The style is still experimental and fumbly. Though it’s more rigorous/strict than before.

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Chapter 3

Jiang Liu’er leading Sa Yatou on the white dragon horse.

Sa Yatou: “Hungry.”

Jiang Liu’er: “You’re hungry?”

*horse neigh*

(Wukong waves a peach above Sa Yatou.)

*Sniff, sniff*

Sun Wukong: “Want to eat?”

Sa Yatou: “Uhuh.”

Sun Wukong: “Open your mouth…”

(Wukong is holding a magical pill.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Hey!!! Don’t you spoil her before lunchtime!”

(Sa Yatou eats whatever Wukong gave her like a rebel.) “What the heck did you give her to eat?!”

“Sa Yatou!! Stop eating it, spit it out quick!!!”

Jiang Liu’er: “Your eyes…”

Sa Yatou: “Ah….?”

“!!!”

Sa Yatou, able to see for the first time (No bubble): ‘Monk…Monk…’

Jiang Liu’er (No bubble): ‘Hahah…yeah…’

Sun Wukong with scarf: “Tch…”

In Heaven. One of the disciples of Taishang Laojun/ Laozi: “Old General, Old General, just then when I was counting the celestial pills, I counted one missing.”

End Chapter.

Author’s Notes: My intentions were to make short stories on daily life. And I was determined to get this image out after watching Monkey King: Hero is Back… (shamelessly warms my heart).

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Chapter 4

(Translator Note: There’s a change in this chapter and you now have to read panels and bubbles from Left to Right. Like normal/ not in manga format.)

The crew is travelling and flies circle around Jiang Liu’er’s head.

*Sniff, sniff.*

Sun Wukong: “Oi…Little Monk! Are you still not going to take her for a bath?! She stinks!!”

Jiang Liu’er over image of Sa Yatou: “I’m a monk here. How can I bathe with a female child?”

Sun Wukong: “And here, I’m a monkey.”

Jiang Liu’er: “Then who else is there…”

(White horse, Xiao Bai, stands majestically.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Wait…”

Sa Yatou: “Xiao Bai…Xiao Bai!”

(Xiao Bai huffs.)

Xiao Bai: “C’mon then. Let’s go bathe.”

Sa Yatou (No bubble, text over head): ‘Xiao Bai is so pretty…”

Xiao Bai: ‘Haha…”

Thug: “Big Brother, someone’s bathing there.”

Other Thug: “Heh heh…looks like it’s a beautiful woman…”

Xiao Bai: “Let’s play some hide and seek…would you like that? Close your eyes now.”

Sa Yatou: “Ok.”

“One…

“Two…”

End.

Author’s Notes: After I finalised the ‘cool’ version of Xiao Bai the White Dragon Horse, the monk never rides her again. (After this chapter may everybody please supervise. This is now an official comic/ manhua.)

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Chapter 5

(Note: Continue reading from Left to Right.)

(Name of cave next to demon which I have trouble reading sorry.)

Demon (black bubble): “There’s…there’s people coming…”

“My King — they’re coming! My—”

Demon King: “Who’s coming?”

Demon subordinate: “It’s…a monk…just…just two humans…”

Demon King: “Hahah…Since that monkey isn’t here…”

(Skulls) “Even if Heaven itself tries to stop me…”

“The monk still dies…”

(i.e The Demon King wants to eat Jiang Liu’er because legend says eating his flesh would make you immortal.)

‘Ahchoo…!’

Xiao Bai: “Even idiots can get a cold?”

Sa Yatou: “Is the monk done yet??”

(Jiang Liu’er is working on something.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Er…just wait of nightfall, then it’ll be finished…”

Sa Yatou: “Oh…ok then…”

Demon King: “Tonight you two will be the gourmet food of yours truly, the King…”

“Do you want to be eaten from the head first or the feet?”

Demon subordinate: “My…My King… (??idek sorry)”

Demon King: “Huh?”

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie stare down the demons.

Demon subordinate: “My Great King…is asking youse…oi.”

(King sweat drops, a nervous wreck.)

(Sa Yatou, Xiao Bai and Jiang Liu’er watch the paper lantern that Jiang Liu’er made. The lantern reads ‘buddhism’ or ‘buddha.’)

Sa Yatou: “Wah! <3”

Jiang Liu’er: “It’s so silent…it’s pretty, right?”

Jiang Liu’er: *Very pleased with himself for his one lantern.*

Xiao Bai: “Look over there, quick.”

Jiang Liu’er: ‘?!!’

Zhu Bajie (Pigsy): Now make your Pig Elder another hundred lanterns…or (?) you’ll regret it.

End.

Author’s Notes: I’m not great doing long serious topics (actually I can’t stop my own silliness from getting into it…oh, it’s my fun personality.)

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Chapter 6

*Spin…spin…*

Swordsman: “There’s a strong smell of demon around here. Disciple, choose a good house.”

Disciple child: “Then let’s stay in this one. Let’s see if this time…there’s really people here…!!”

Disciple child knocks on door: “Anybody home?”

Behind door: “Coming…”

Disciple child: “Excuse me, but may I ask if the homeowner has seen any strange guests?”

Behind door: “……..Us lot are temporary guests here…”

Swordsman, startled: “En?!!!”

“The stench of demon is rife!”

Swordsman, a Taoist exorcist, chants: ….. (Very archaic language. Not sure which direction it’s supposed to be read in so can’t translate…forgive me…it’s Mumbo Jumbo…)

“Command!”

Talismans circle the Swordsman as he uses his technique: ‘Demon-ridding seal!’

Disciple child: “Heavens!…He’s using so many seals…Does Master not want to live through the next half year? [Because we’ll be out of seals.]

(Inside the house, the three figures loom with seals stuck everywhere.)

Zhu Bajie: You bastard! If you want to seal demons then seal your damn demons — what’s the meaning of this?!!”

(On Baijie’s necklace is the word “Gao,” the surname of his wife and the house he briefly married into before the journey to the west.)

Xiao Bai: ‘So noisy…’

Swordsman (right bubble): “Such an immensely strong pig demon…Heads up for my magical artefact…!”

“Arggh!!”

Zhu Bajie (left bubble): “Motherfucker…this Old Pig is going to waste you…!”

(Left to right)

Jiang Liu’er: “This was all a great misunderstanding, Taoist master, I ask for your forgiveness.”

Swordsman/ Taoist master: “Venerable Master, your words are too heavy. It was this one that was at fault.”

Disciple child: “Master…you’re bleeding…” [insinuating he actually fought Bajie? XD]

End.

Author’s Notes: You didn’t guess wrong if you recognised the swordsman was based on 燕赤霞, Yan Chixia, a character I adored as a kid. (If you don’t know it, check out 倩女幽魂, Qiànnǚ yōuhún/ ghost story.)

Translator notes: I haven’t seen that at all^ it must be good though.

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Chapter 7

(Read right to left, up-down.)

Beyond the window is a person, their face white, their body fiery red, smiling inwardly.

(I’m sorry there’s too many words I don’t recognise so I won’t be able to translate this intro.)

Swordsman: “By the promise of Heaven and Earth…(?)…”

“Explode.”

“Watch me flagrantly spill blood today — heh!”

Word above the surprised demons: *scared*

Disciple child: “Master…be careful…that’s…”

Swordsman: “Haha…they must be frightened by my great Taoist powers.”

(The Ruyi Jingou Bang, wreathed in clouds, towering high above the atmosphere like a colossus, falls.)

Disciple child: “C’mon now…let’s go get our money…[for ridding the demons.]”

Swordsman: “Wh—what the heck?”

End.

Author Notes: I originally wanted to have the Great Sage have a little go, but then I thought — these are just a couple of small fry. Not nearly enough for the Great Sage to pick his teeth with.

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Chapter 8

(Name Xiao ‘Yu’ as in ‘jade.’)

Nine-tailed fox: “Xiao Yu, is it really worth doing this for a man? Just because he helped you on one instance.”

Two-tailed fox, Xiao Yu: “Older Sister, I understand. But — this debt I owe is something I must pay back.”

“I cannot help that I have no other powers, I’ve only this body of blood and bone I can rely on to pay the debt. Please, sister, understand.”

“That year I was captured by hunters, if it wasn’t for him, I would have long been skinned and sold off to the market.”

(She has the sister cut off one of her tails.)

Xiao Yu: “Up until today I’ve endured misfortune and hardship!”

*Sigh.*

“This is the only way I can pay back the kindness shown to me.”

Nine-tailed fox, sister: “But even if you have a thousand tails, that won’t help you gain people’s trust…”

Xiao Yu: “Ah.”

Daughter: “Mother, I’m back!!”

Mother: “I told you to go up the mountain and get (?), why are you back so late?”

Daughter: “It’s…because the mountain path is hard to walk.”

Mother: “Why is the wife of the man in the mountains so pompous? Look at you — you go up the mountain once and come back looking like this. No wonder it’s been all this time and you don’t have a single child.”

“Ugh! But at least this luck you’re having is good. Every time you go up there you’re just in time to bump into this white fox…(?)”

Xiao Yu: “Is…may I ask…”

Jiang Liu’er: “Hello, Madams, may I ask if you may spare us some food?”

End Chapter.

Author Notes: It’s a cameo of ‘Liaozhai fox goddess showing gratitude’ story. But the monk is chucked into the chaos.

Translator Notes: In chapter 9 this ‘Mother’ is suddenly changed to a Grandmother and idek?? So I’m going to keep it as ‘Mother.’

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Chapter 9

(Read panels right to left again, lol).

Jiang Liu’er: “This humble monk hails from the Eastern Mainlan—”

The Mother: “—Monk, in these kinds of times how are we supposed to have spare food for you?”

Jiang Liu’er: “……”

Mother: “And speaking of, since when did buddhist monks harbour small girls and take them running all over the world? Or are you a kidnapper? A criminal?!”

Jiang Liu’er: “If I am, then at least let me get this child a bite to eat.”

Mother: “I already said — there’s no food in the house we can spare. Hurry up and leave, do you hear…”

Mother: “Xiao Yu!! What are you doing?! Get these people out of here already…”

(Daughter bobbing to talk to Sa Yatou.)

Daughter: “You hungry?”

Sa Yatou: “Uhuh.”

Daughter: “…But this Venerable Monk and poor little girl look in need…”

Mother: “You failed housewife!! Already married for half a year and still can’t conceive a child and now look — I don’t know where you learned to lure this wild man to the house…a;lsdkfja;ldskfj…”

(Jiang Liu’er’s poker face.)

(Sa Yatou.)

Voice: “Stupid old hag! This mistress cannot stomach your hullabaloo taking up half the damned day! I see that you must be about done with your life!”

(Daughter, shocked!!)

Mother: “You little brat!! What did you say?!”

(White Dragon Horse, Xiao Bai, flies off of Sa Yatou’s shoulder, morphing back into her human form while rolling up her sleeves for a fight.)

Xiao Bai: “If this mistress doesn’t break your mouth today I’ll—!! Sa Yatou, stand back! Very Far! Don’t get splashed by blood…”

Now-one-tailed fox, Xiao Yu: “You are not to touch my household!!”

Xiao Bai, dragon form: “The likes of a small fox dares to stand in my way…”

Xiao Yu: “I dare not. But these people have been kind to me and I owe them a debt. I beg you, great goddess, to spare them. I’m willing to give my life.”

Jiang Liu’er: “……..”

Jiang Liu’er: “I don’t really want to butt-in to your private affairs, but perhaps…you should consider looking after the ‘point’ of your conversation…”

Xiao Yu: ?! “Grandma!!”

Mother, overwhelmed: “Demons…”

Daughter: “Xiao Yu! What’s wrong with my mother here?!”

Mother: “Shut it. You unfilial child, if it weren’t for Xiao Yu your mother would have gone to see the King of the Underworld. After today if you dare be anything but good to Xiao Yu…I’ll…I’ll axe you alive…”

Daughter: “Ok…Mother…”

End.

Author Notes: The plot ran away from me. Don’t know how I ended up with cranky mother-in-law, took a while for me to come around.

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Chapter 10

(Read left to right here…it keeps changing between chapters lol.)

(Gods of Death, collectors of spirits to the Underworld who work for its King, Yenwan.)

Black death god: “Sir Seventh…lately…our overtime work has gotten extensive…Once we finish up this round, let’s go drink.”

White death god, Sir Seventh: “Aye…the time is right. Let’s hurry up and finish up.”

Sa Yatou: “zzZZ.”

White death god: “Oh, it’s a little girl. How sad…look how young this one is…”

(Top right corner, White death god reads the death register.)

White death god: “En?! According to the registry…this girl should have died months ago…”

Black death god: “That’s alright.”

“Let’s take her spirit and then talk.”

Black death god: “Your life-force has been all used up. Come with us now…”

White death god: “Don’t be afraid, little girl. We’re ghost collectors. You need to come with us.”

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong: “We’re not about to go anywhere.”

Black death god: “Eh?…How dare you…you have the audacity to hinder the Underworld Constabulary?”

Sun Wukong: “You two ghost officers have such a flimsy memory.”

“I wonder if Ol’ King of the Underworld still remembers This Old Sun…”

Death gods: “…Great…Great Sage…”

Word next to Sun Wukong: “Fuck off.”

King of the Underworld: “You two idiots, you’re to leave that monkey alone, far, far away!”

Death gods: “Yes…yes…”

King of the Underworld: “…nearly scared me to death…”

End.

(Translator note - This part is alluding to Sun Wukong’s exploits before he upturned heaven. He went to the underworld and turned everything upside down there too — including wiping his name off the death registry. So he wrecked the Underworld once. Not something the King would forget hahaha.)

Author Notes: King of the Underworld is here to be shy and cute. Not sure if he’ll appear again after this~~

———

Chapter 11

(This chapter heavily alludes to another chinese folklore: The Cowherd and Weaver girl, or Niulang Zhinü. Basically it’s a story about forbidden love — Cowherd and Weaver girl loved each other but were not allowed to be together. Weaver girl’s mother banished them to opposite sides of the silver river. But the birds began to pity them, so once a year and only once a year the birds fly and form a bridge over the river to reunite the lovers. They spend one day together before they must part again until the next year. Bittersweet tragedy.)

(Read right to left again please.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Is it pretty? It’s better than the lanterns we put up.”

Sa Yatou: “Uhuh! But there aren’t as many as the ones we put up…”

Festival goer: “Baby, let’s buy you this cloth doll, yeah?”

Child: “Ok Mother! I want to buy a Weaver girl doll!”

(Image of silhouettes of Sa Yatou on Jiang Liu’er’s shoulder and the mother holding her child’s hand.)

Child: “Mother dear…Do Cowherd and Weaver girl really only get to see each other once a year? I wish I could see how they meet….”

Festival mother: “Silly child…We’re but mortals. How can we possibly see that…”

(Sa Yatou.)

Jiang Liu’er: “What’s wrong? Sa Yatou…are you thinking about your Mom?”

Sa Yatou: “N…No…”

Jiang Liu’er: “I’m sorry…this I truly cannot help you with…but……”

(Jiang Liu’er turns his head.)

Jiang Liu’er: “I can give you my personal protective charm. It has intense super powers…I’d say, maybe it can help you grant your wishes.”

“Though it is a bit old…Want it?”

Sa Yatou, hands up: “I want it!”

Sa Yatou: “I really just wanted to have Mom be with me for one more festival.”

“Just one more would have been good…”

(Great Sage Equal to Heaven plushie.)

(Epilogue: silhouettes of Cowherd, Weaver girl, Sa Yatou, Sa Yatou’s Mom’s ghost and Sun Wukong all standing on the bridge made of birds.)

Sa Yatou: “Mum! Look…it’s really the Cowherd and Weaver girl!”

Ghost Mum: “Great Sage…is this really ok?”

Sun Wukong, to the lovers: “Don’t mind us. You two continue.”

Weaver girl: “These people are so annoying…We only get to meet once and year!”

Cowherd: “Shh!…Please be more quiet. That monkey is someone even my father has to make an exception for.

King of the Underworld: “What the hell are you doing on the job?!!! Can’t even keep an eye on a ghost?!!!”

Death gods: “….But you said to keep far, far away from that…monkey…”

End.

Author notes: This one about Hero is Back is an official commission (?the translator thinks?) Thank you for the official support!

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Chapter 12

(Translator note: This one takes place in the middle of a well known story in Journey to the West — the infamous White Bone Demon arc. White Bone Demon is vicious and sly and plots a way to eat Tang Monk by getting rid of Sun Wukong. She first turns into a beautiful young lady to get cosy next to Tang Monk and co. But Sun Wukong has this fiery eye technique that sees through disguises. So he of course sees through the facade and immediately ‘kills’ the demon.

(But the demon escapes and leaves a shell of a human body for Tang Monk to get extremely angry over. Because, to his human eyes, Sun Wukong just straight murdered a nice lady. Sun Wukong’s disciple brothers don’t have the ability to see through disguises either. They all think he’s guilty. White Bone Demon turns into two more people and this repeats. On the third kill, Tang Monk punishes Sun Wukong and then forces him to leave. Forever.

(White Bone Demon then gets her white, bony fingers on Tang Monk. The DENGANG version doesn’t play out or end the same way. But the ‘twist’ really relies on knowledge of the original lol.)

Demon lackey: “Mistress. The Tang Monk has been captured as you ordered.”

White Bone Demon: “So you’re saying that the monk really disowned the monkey? Hahaha.”

Lackey: “Mistress is cunning. That monkey has already been driven away back to Flower-fruit Mountain. It is unknown where Tang Monk’s other two disciples are.”

White Bone Demon: “Let me see myself. Have a look-see at this Tang Dynasty monk.”

(White Bone Demon looks over her shoulder, glancing at the painting of a beautiful woman.)

(Image of Jiang Liu’er.)

White Bone Demon: “Venerable Master. You’ll have to excuse me. This young woman has not shown you a proper welcome. Please do not fault me.”

“About my three transformations to play the monkey. What does the Venerable Master think of my little show, pray tell?”

White Bone Demon, human face: “I originally thought that you were hopeless. I didn’t want the Venerable Master to visit like this.” (Idek either. Best I could do for this line I don’t get, sorry.)

Jiang Liu’er: “On your selfish whims, you’ve ravished villages and sowed misery, murdering countless innocents. All of the surrounding villages have been maimed by your doing.”

White Bone Demon: “Oh Venerable Master, those words are too serious. This lowly one has only invited the neighbouring villages to be guest here.”

(Bones of the villagers carpet the caverns.)

White Bone Demon: “In just a short moment, when you’re in the Underworld, you can help them find salvation.”

Jiang Liu’er: “You repulsive bastard. You deserve no mercy.”

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Chapter 13

White Bone Demon: “For many centuries, I’ve always been careful, careful. I’ve waited so patiently for this fortunate chance. All these years, all those villagers’ who were massacred and those who luckily escaped…”

(White Bone Demon’s mouth opens.)

“But now we’re here. It’s all alright now that I have you — flesh that will grant me immortality. I’ll become powerful enough to instantly achieve godhood.”

(White Bone Demon sucks Jiang Liu’er’s life out.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Tch!”

*Headbutt!*

Jiang Liu’er: “You really are pretty tricky. Otherwise we wouldn’t have had to act out this great extravaganza to trick you into revealing your true form.”

White Bone Demon: “What!?”

(The squad arrives.)

Either Sha Wujing (man with crescent blade) or Zhu Bajie (Pigsy): “Repulsive demon. Hurry up and repent. Do you really think monk meat tastes that good? You think we were going to be easy pickings?”

White Bone Demon, falling to her knees: “Venerable Master, please spare me.”

“Great Master, the truth is I am a piteous person. Murdered in cold blood by ruffians. My bones disintegrated. Please, I beg the Venerable Master, under the good grace of Heaven please forgive me this one time.”

Jiang Liu’er: “Amitofo. Sanzai. Sanzai. (There is goodness. There is goodness.)”

Jiang Liu’er: “Wujing. Bajie. Don’t hit her so hard that she shatters.”

———

Chapter 13

Please read right to left.

(Pic of Bajie.)

(Three distinct weapons can be seen beating the crap out of White Bone Demon: White Horse/ Xiao bai’s sword, Bajie’s nine-toothed rake, and Wujing’s crescent blade.)

White Bone Demon, escaping: “This lot of monks are brutal. Nothing like the stories.”

Jiang Liu’er: “Kid, don’t look.”

White Bone Demon: “Fortunate that I still have one more spirit-escaping technique. Otherwise I’d really have been ground into dust by them.”

“It’s time to leave my estate. Mistress I shall sink into the shadows. It’s no matter, sooner or later I’ll get my prize. Heheheheheh.”

Voice, golden eyes: “Oi. You’re thinking too much.”

“But this has been just my luck. My holiday back home was pretty sweet.”

White Bone Demon: “Sun…Sun…Wukong…”

White Bone Demon, running: “This Mistress cannot politely remain.”

Sun Wukong: “Want to run…….”

Zhu Bajie: “That Bimawen, stableboy’s back isn’t he? Hey Monk, didn’t you say he gets a three day holiday?”

Sha Wujing (probably): “Hm, yeah. I thought this time he was going to let us stretch our muscles.”

Silhouette of Erlang Shen: “Got mail…”

Xiao Tian Quan, his dog: <3

(The mail, typical delivery fill-out form etc.)

‘Tang Dynasty Fast Post.’

Person posting: Great Sage Equal to Heaven (Can’t make out words in second line, sorry.)

Province: Boyue Cave (Where Yellow Robe Demon lives, a location where Tang Monk was supposed to be captured thanks to this white bone incident but never happened hahahahah. I guess they went to the next place and found a mail box.)

Receiver: Lord Erlang Zhen Jun (True General) (Other stuff I can’t make out, too pixellated.) Signature: Sun, 孙 Contents of Package: Dog Food. (Insinuating that after they reduced White Bone Demon to bones Sun Wukong mailed her remains out.)

End.

Author Notes: Before when I watched Journey to the West, the two episodes of the White Bone Demon arc I hated. So I changed it~

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Ending here for now, there’s still like ten or more chapters to go. About the halfway mark. Again, check out the art and comics DENGANG advertises here. He’s also done printed comics for ‘Chinese Paladin 3,’ art for 大唐魂/ Great Tang Ghost.

Also check out 老师身边的杰诺斯 ‘The Genos at Teacher’s Side’ account that logs all of DENGANG’s work -- right here.

(lol that’s alluding to Genos and Saitama wherein DENGANG is Saitama hahahahahaha)

#journey to the west #DENGANG #monkey king hero is back #Next chapter is one of my absolute favs!!!!#Don't read ahead and get spoiled if you can help it XD I'll try to do the rest of the 2016 chapters in one go #in the meantime check out the Chapter 1 fan animation #follow DENGANG if you have a weibo account and please support the original creator #He has three of these comic printed officially: 1) Collection of short stories (mostly these I've translated)#2) Imposter monkey arc #3) Kingdom of women #I'll get around to the rest but it might take a while since uni just got busy #So yes #please support DENGANG on weibo #ALSO there's a comic of Nezha's full 2016 arc #which you will see when I translate it but you can buy to support too #in chinese the comic is called: 驱魔录 #Qu Mo Lu if you want to search it #I have no affiliation with DENGANG only translating it into eng.#if anyone can read the parts where I went (????) or found something very wrong please let me know so I can fix it #if there's some cool pun or word play there 9/10 times I probably won't have picked it up sorry #I was born in NZ lol

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helgaw321 · 4 years

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Takeru’s way of saying thank you

“Please be careful on your way home.“

This message, handwritten by him, was shown at the end of his 30th birthday event last year. What a lovely way to end the event, right?

I sometimes think why he’s doing this far for his fans, even after he’s getting more and more famous like now. He can just doing his work as usual, doing movies, dramas, without any interactions with fans, and I’m sure there are lots of people still will watch it. But he chooses to do something extra, through events, LINE, and Sugar, to provide fans some way to connect with him. He always said during the fan meetings, that he won’t be able to reach this far without his fans. So, maybe it’s just his ways of saying thank you to us. What a man.

I think because he understands that not all of us can just go to attend his events, he provides another way to convey his gratitude, and what’s even better, he chooses to convey it through one of his favorite things, riddle :))

(P.S: it will be a quite long post below, you have been warned :3)

First of all, just to avoid any misinterpretations, this is the 30th birthday anniversary book:

This book, or I should say dictionary, consists of every single piece of his work from his debut, be it, movie, drama, photobook, calendar, Taketere, you name it. After you’ve read all of it (it will take around 2 weeks according to Takeru XD), at the very last page, you will find a mysterious content:

You must be wondering what the heck is this, right? Don’t worry, I also felt the same at the first time seeing this XDD

The Japanese words loosely reads as: “My feelings is written at the tip of ......”

Now we have to find a way on how to fill those six words, so we can get the answer based on the highlighted boxes.

If you read the book close enough, you will find out that there are more riddles hidden throughout the pages, and you have to solve each of that, so we will need 6 riddles to fill all the blanks.

(Ah yes, so Takeru has provided the explanations for this riddle in Taketere 64, so you can watch that too~ )

For the first one, letter A, we need to turn the page to p.39:

See something different? As a warning, all of the riddles will be that small XD

Lemme make it bigger, riddle A is: “ ひandまandめ ”.

For this, you’ll need a bit of Japanese knowledge. “and” is “to (と)” in Japanese, so we just need to read that as is, and we’ll get “ひとまとめ (hitomatome)” as the answer~

Move on to the next one, let’s open p.157:

We need to zoom this one in, so here it is:

Recognize something? Yup, so those 4 icons at the corner represent the suits of a card, thus the next step will be easy:

1 = ace = えーす 11 = jack = じゃっく 12 = queen = くいーん 13 = king = きんぐ

Then we just need to put these in the blanks, read the letters based on the numbers, and we’ll get “jinx (じんくす)” as the answer~

Move on to the next one, p.179:

“What is the animal name in ???“

This one will be a bit tricky. Notice that the letter C is kinda out of place compared to the previous riddle. Actually, it serves as a hint, saying that we have to add some letters around it to make this one more readable. The other hint is lots of “か (ka)”. There is a set of Japanese words that ends with “ka”, and that is the first ten days of Japanese dates (tsuitachi, futsuKA, mikKA, yokKA, etc). Because the last 2 letters are already present, so we just need to add the first letter, becoming like this (tsuitachi - ついたち - 1st is an exception because we need to add 2 letters):

From this illustration, we can see that the answer is “itachi - いたち - weasel”.

And we’re half way already! Let’s take a break~

Okay, so let’s continue with letter D, let’s open p.221:

I really couldn’t solve this one at that time lol. Annoying things about fill the blanks, when you don’t get the theme, you won’t be able to solve it. And for this one, the hint is only those letters....

Thanks for Takeru’s explanation, we now know that these letters represent Japanese era name, and by looking at the letters, the eras we need are (left > right): Meiji > Taishou > Shouwa > Heisei. Put them all into the boxes:

Read it with the given order, and we’ll get: “たんじょう - tanjou - birth” as the answer~

Let’s move to letter E in p.267:

For this one, you actually don’t need any Japanese knowledge, you just need to look at the shapes of the question, and compare with the big picture, so the answer will be taken from 2nd, 9th, and 7th letter, and we’ll get: “じゆう - freedom” as the answer~

Last one! Turn to p.371:

“Name a person who always eats udon as the final dish after eating nabe“

This is another tricky question, and we need to read the book again thoroughly to be able to understand it. Specifically, the hint is written in Takeru’s answer to Suzuki Ryohei’s birthday message:

“saigoudooon“ ---> “saigo (end)” + “udooon“

Got it? “always eats udon as the final dish”

He purposely gives us a word pun LOL.

So the person is Suzuki Ryohei, or rather, his role as Saigou Takamori, which is also called Saigou-don (Mr. Saigou in Kagoshima dialect), so the answer is “さいごうたかもり - saigou takamori”.

So! We’ve got all 6 answers. All we need is go back to the last page, and put all of those letters in the boxes like this:

“My feelings is written at the tip of a tranquilizer gun (the highlighted word is masuijuu - tranquilizer gun)“

That’s it???

Well actually, this message is the final riddle from him. As he said in Taketere, if we really read this book thoroughly and been following his career for years, this sentence must mean something.

Does “tranquilizer gun” ring a bell?

Not yet? Then how about this:

If this doesn’t help either, then you still have homework to do :>

So, yes, because we need to look for this gun picture in the book, the fastest way is to go through AJIN section, and look for any gun picture.

But there’s nothing about the gun in AJIN section...

There is this cute “frozen” Takeru and Ayano Go tho XDD

Let’s open the book again from the beginning.. So before the start of the whole list of his project, there’s this page called PLAYBACK, which contains the photo summary of all of his projects. If we look at this page thoroughly... FINALLY we’ll find a gun picture, and this is the proof:

“written at the tip of a tranquilizer gun”

So we need to look around this picture to find out, if we zoom it in:

“大好き。“ - “DAISUKI.“ handwritten by himself.

😭😭😭

Still not enough? Actually he still has more to give us. Go to this website, input the answer (ますいじゅう), and hit submit (送信).

Then, when the next page appears, enter the page of the message, because it’s on p.16, so input “016”, and hit submit again.

You will get a zoom-able Playback cover picture. Find out the message in that picture, and click it. If you are lost, just find that Nagai picture or look at this guide (circled red):

Has the picture loaded?

Yup, we will get ANOTHER thank you message 😭

"Thank you for reading '13years～TAKERU SATOH ANNIVERSARY BOOK 2006→2019～' until the end. Please look forward to the 30-year-old-Satou Takeru!"

Isn’t he just too sweet? 😭😭😭

#what-a-precious-thank-you-gift #30th-anniversary-book #photobook #nazotoki #佐藤健

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strawberries-n-sugar · 4 years

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FUNKY FLAVORS & OLD TUNES

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Short! "Skinny"! White reader (please don't be offended and if you are then don't read? I can only find specifically x black reader, x plus size reader, x tall reader for every character and I enjoy reading all of those things because I have a imagination but I am none of those things so just something from the other perspective and it isn't meant to offend anyone :), hope you ALL enjoy. This isn't meant to show hate to anyone, just show some love to people who arent those three things)

Warnings: maybe some 18+ (I write straight from my head), old music, old funk and groove music, horniness, corniness, puns, sarcasm, innuendos, maybe some old doo wop, maybe some 90s, a plethera of music in a variety of forms, nerdiness, uhm, thats it? Oh, Daddy! Sam at the end and not the kinky kind XD, interracial relationship (I dont know why that is a warning but some people get offended so I thought I would play it safe), bad dancing my a short bitch who think she has the skills of Tom Hiddles, maybe some sad talk, Steve and Buck being matchmakers

Summary: Things have been rough for Sam and the whole Avengers gang actually since losing Tony but Sam finds a little escape every now and then. A new little hole in the wall juice and homemade icecream joint. The owner might be stealing his heart but she can't see it, good things come in small packages, or was it dynamite? For Sam, it's both, the joint is always thumpin' and so is his heart

“Funky Flavors, that’s new?” Sam comes to a slow jog from his run as he is about to stop noticing a new business had opened just off the route he runs when he runs around the Lincoln Memorial. “I could go for some juice,” he shrugs talking to himself as he goes in, removing his earbuds from his ears. Upon walking in the first thing he notices is the music, She’s A Bad Mama Jamma by Carl Carlton blared through the small system. “Okay,” he raises a brow and looks around, the small place was empty at the moment. Figuring that the owner was in the back he let’s himself dance.

“Hey~!” He gets a little too into it as you walk out from the back. You don’t say anything and just watch smiling and trying not to laugh, being your size came in handy, quite often you go unnoticed. After a minute you decide to butt in. “Hey Shug, what can I getcha?”

“Oh shit! Huh?” He stops suddenly, caught of guard he jumps a little. “How long you been there?” “About a minute and a half, smooth moves.” “Thanks,” he rubs the back of his neck, “Wait, Shug?” “Sorry, habit, daddy called me and momma that so it stuck and now I say it.” “That’s sweet,” he smiles. “Thanks, and thankyou for stopping by.” “Yeah, noticed the new place, decided to stop by. Thirsty after the run, uh, what do you have? You ain’t from around here are you?” “No,” you giggle and hand him the menu, “I’ve got homemade icecreams and original beverages”

He looks the menu over and reads it off

Mango Mornin’ Sunrise- mango and pineapple orange juice slushie (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options)

Momma I’m Messed Up- vodka, Redbull, rum. Blueberries, blackberries, and tequila

Wet- (icecream flavor and drink; drink comes with dish of sugar dipped strawberries, homemade) starwberries, red wine; 19 Crimes

Classic Homemade Butter Pecan Icecream (optional served with homemade pecan pie)

The I’m Sorry Miss Jackson (icecream flavor and drink)- Jack Daniels, coconut and chocolate

Moonshine Milkyway- homemade icecream with Milkyway and moonshine flavor

The Send Help- Irish Trashcan with a scoop of I’m Sorry Miss Jackson on top

Pantie Dropper- (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options) smoothie with pineapple, orange, lemon, pineapple and grapefruit

Soaking Thighs- (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options) smoothie with blackberries, red grape juice, and pineapple

Thigh Rider- Red’s Apple ale with apple cider

Summer Heat- blackberry sprite beverage

F*** Me, Now- house-made strawberry juice (alcoholic and non alcoholic options)

Sam rubbed his neck and cleared his throat, “Jesus girl,” he laughs. “So what’ll it be Mr?” You ask, leaning over the counter as Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye comes on. “Shit, I’ll have a Fuck Me Now”

“One Fuck Me Now comin’ right now Shug,” you say shocking yourself with how you kept a straight face and not noticing how he was watching you as you made it. “Alcoholic or regular?” You glance at him.

“It’s 10 in the morning girl” “And?” “Regular, this time,” he laughs.

“Alright here you go,” you finish up and pass it to him, making your way over to the register. “I like the station, which one is it?”

You laugh, “that ain’t the radio, it’s my playlist”

“Say what?” He raises a brow like he doesn’t believe you.

“What?” You ask seriously as you ring him up.

“It’s just-”

“Just?” You shake your head and stretch your eyes.

“Well-”

“Well?”

“You’re wearing a Asking Alexandria t-shirt for one thing”

“Yeah, nice ain’t it? Soft too,” You smirk as you know the next song will address the elephant in the room as Play That Funky Music White Boy comes on and you both laugh.

“3.45″

“oh, right,” he pays you already sipping at it.

“You said this time, so, you’re coming back?”

“Maybe,” he smirks.

“Alright, I’ll hold ya to it,” you say, thinking about how you’d like him to hold you to a wall and chewing your bottom lip. You quickly remind yourself that that won’t ever happen. Guys don’t really want your type, you aren’t thicc, or super curvy, there’s no meat with your potatoes and nothing for them to hang on to, you have to have a little something to work with because thicc thighs save lives and no man wants to cuddle a stick, you aren’t a snow-bunny. All things you have heard before, and that was just about your weight and all things you have heard before, the short jokes didn’t end either much less would anyone take you seriously as a woman.

“I’ll see you later Lil Juicy,” he smiles as he leaves.

“Lil Juicy?”

“You’re little and you make juice”

“Bye,” you both laugh and you watch him walk away.

“I’ll bring some friends next time,” he calls.

“Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“I’m looking for help so if you know anyone-”

“I’ll spread the word” “Thanks, bye”

Stepping outside once the door shut behind him and the door closed behind him, “I think the new Captain America has found his Miss America,first lady? She is damn cute,” he smiles and chuckles making his way.

Days go by, and then a week, and a week and a half where Sam can’t get you out of his head and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him either but you hadn’t seen him again yet. He did spread the word because the next day his friend Wanda show’s up and she started working for you. You liked her, she was nice and a giant help but working with her became hard sometimes when customers would go googly eyed over her. You couldn’t blame them, she wasn’t thicc but she but she was you could still understand why, she was gorgeous.

“So, have you heard from Sam?” You ask her while it is slow.

“Yes, he said he was bringing Steve and Bucky today”

“Really?” Okay, that was overzealous, it didn’t help when the trio came in. Sam, and ofcourse you recognized the other two based on them being the Avengers, and through talking with Wanda.

“Alright, Steveo, you first,” Sam gets his phone out to record the old man’s reaction.

“Hello,” Steve says friendly, “Hi, what’ll it be?”

“The uh,” he clears his throat with a blush, “No need to be shy,” you encourage him. “The strawberry one”

“No, you’ve gotta say the name,” Sam teases him. “the fuck me now....” “That is a bad language word!” Sam teases and you make Steve’s drink as Bucky looks over the menu and he and Steve watch Sam watching you, glancing to each other knowingly. Well, it was obvious with how happy he was and how he chewed his bottom lip as you bent over to grab things not paying attention.

“Alright, and you Shug?” You give Steve his drink and ask Bucky what he would like

“I’ll have the Summer Heat, add vodka. Thanks,doll”

“You’re welcome,” you start making it and it was quiet except for Stand By Me by The Drifters was on and you sang along and harmonizing, Sam hums along as well harmonizing with you. “This one or Ben E King?” He asks, “this one, obviously” “Alright, :Lean On Me, Club Nouveau or the original?” “The original sucks, doesn’t flow,” you answer as you make the drink and the guys just watch the two of you as they sit with their drinks.

“You have good taste-”

“Bet you think she tastes good too,” Buck says casually and you all turn to look at him shocked.

“What?” He shrugs, “I’m 103, and I was bagging bitches in the 40′s”

You all shrug and make the touche face. Steve on the other hand was about to implode trying to remain a gentleman and not laugh. “He wants to eat strawberries from your tits,” Buck continues sipping his drink.

“Okay Pal, thanks,” Sam leans over to take it and Buck smacks his hand.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you joke honestly

“We approve,” the two old men say in unison looking at Sam.

“Ask her,” Buck edges him on and points to you with his head while you aren’t looking.

“Ask who what?” Wanda asks confused as you rise from what you were doing behind the counter.

“Y/N,” Buck answers her.

“Ask me what?”

“Would-would you maybe uhm-would you like to come record shopping with me?”

“Sure, just message me,” you exchange numbers, thinking it was meant to be a casual friend thing.

The next week after texting him almost constantly and him texting you you make arrangements. He picked you up, opened the door for you, and the day was amazing. You wandered through the record store browsing only for him to sneak up behind you and put his arms around you at some point to look in the same crate and look down to read your face to see if it was okay only to find you blushing again. He smiles feeling a sudden little boost in confidence, the pointers that Steve and Buck had given him were working. He swallows a lump in his throat, hoping you don’t notice before speaking softly by your ear.

“Want to do this again next Friday?” “S-ure, but Sam...” “Hmm?”

“Can we not do this?” “Yeah,” he pulls away, “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.....I just, well, I really-I don’t want to get the wrong idea”

“What is that?” he tilts his head.

You choose not to answer, you weren’t really allowed to answer that question as you look around gauging the room and seeing a few women who may get offended just by you telling the truth. They would probably attack you, call you a liar, mock you, definitely laugh. “I can’t answer that, I need jeans...can we swing by American Eagle-wai-,” you check your wallet to see if you will have enough. “i think I have enough for one pair,” he nods and you buy the records you want and you both leave. His hand in the middle of your back holding the door for you. “Thankyou” “You’re welcome....”

He walks to American Eagle with you as you find a assistant to help you find the one section of the store that is a half of a table that will have your petite sizes. She walks you over and Sam watches as you look through the very small section of the large store where the pants short enough in length and small enough in waist for you are and buy a pair and he looks at the other sections, pretty much the entirety of the ladies section of the store with the other jeans.

“Ready?” You come over to him with your bag. “Yeah, hang on, let me see that?”

You hand him your bag and he looks at the receipt, “Why did yours cost twice as much?”

You shrug, “this is the only place that has anything to fit me at all other than the kids section at Walmart, lets go. I’m just happy i am thicker than I used to be in high school and I can eat now and it ain’t much but I’m proud of my little booty I do have some days,” you laugh.

“So, next week?”

“Yeah, I love hanging out with you”

Sam takes you home and gets the door, it was a silent drive home. He walks you to your door.

“Thanks Sam, I had fun,” you start to hug him but can only reach his waist so to make it less awkward you make it quick. “Night,” you smile and start to go inside.

“Night Y/N....,” he grabs your arm and turns you, he lifts you enough to be face to face with you which honestly made you feel like a child as your feet dangles so high off the ground, “Thanks, I needed this on jean shopping day,” you say sarcastically to play off that it actually hurts because you really like Sam.

“Y/N,” he sits you on the railing and holds your waist so you won’t fall.

“Hmm?” You ask, looking at your thighs, thinking about how they are thick compared to when people complimented your thigh gap and you hated it but had to smile because you couldn’t eat for a year due to being sick but you had to smile and say thankyou, and how now you had improved a lot and it has taken you years to do so but you still weren’t thicc enough to be good enough.

“Look at me,” he lifts your chin and you glance at him, trying to have eye contact but you look so pathetic right now.

“I like being able to pick you up,” he starts and smiles, you start to cut him off and hop down but he grabs your thighs to hold you there and he cuts you short. “I’m not finished.”

That stern voice made the heat pool between your legs, you knew you loved this man.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I watch you walk away and I stare at your ass every time you bend over or squat for somethin’-” you can’t stop the blush in your ears and your face. “Really?” “yes, and I like being able to pick you up, it’s cute. if you would have hugged me a second ago instead of flinging your arms around me and moving away I would have wrapped my arms around you and taken a second to just enjoy your head against me.....I think you are a beautiful lady, and you are interesting, and intelligent, I can talk to you and I love that. Please, go out with me next week on another date?”

“Another?”

“Yes, I thought this was a date until you got sad....”

“I didn’t know, I thought you just saw me as a friend and wanted to hang out; that’s usually how it goes...”

“Alright, my fault. I should have been more clear,” he puts a hand to his chest, still holding you so you don’t fall. “Please, may I take you out to dinner, next Friday? I’ll pick you up at the same time, it’s a date...please,” he looks up at you as he kisses your knuckles. “You don’t have to beg little old me, I’d love to,” you answer honestly and he kisses the side of your lip almost your cheek. “I’ll get my real kiss next time,” he helps you down and that was how it all started. That is how you became Mrs. Sam Wilson a year later, and now here you were almost three years later lying down and watching him pace back and forth in front of the bed with your new son.

“Sam, I have a idea”

“To get him to sleep?”

You nod and go to your playlist and press play letting the soft shoo doo shooby doo~ shoo doo dooby doo~ In the still of the night~ fill the room.

Sam see’s his eyes drift closed and carefully lays him in his crib and crawls up over you on the bed slowly before swiftly flipping the situation so you’re straddling him. He grips and caresses your thighs and chews on his lip before pulling your neck in for a kiss, “I’ll have a Fuck Me Now please” “Coming right up”

#marvel #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader

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rapperkookz · 5 years

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ironman!namjoon

a/n wow ok so this is the start of my avengers!bts headcanons and yuh they all have set in stone story lines but im gonna shake it up a lil bit xD

word count: 2.3k

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kim namjoon

you see

the kim namjoon is a smart kid

child genius if i say so myself

and boy he knew it

no eleven year old chooses to write a paper about hubble’s law of cosmic expansion for a science project instead of making a trifold and using liquid cement

no, namjoon writes a 4-page paper in apa style with a magnificent abstract

he got an A on it of course

his brilliance only goes up from there

and with his rich parents, he has the opportunity-

to which yoongi and seokjin would say “privilege”

but let’s just say “opportunity”

to do incredible research and studies and experiments

his dad has a science lab built just for him in their house

by nineteen, namjoon has taken over a good percentage of his parents’ business

kim enterprises

growing up, namjoon had an idea that his parents’ business was pretty expansive and were involved in many areas

but it wasn’t until he was placed in board meetings at eighteen when he absorbed how powerful his family really was

and sure the business aspect of him was aight, but he loved his lab and would rather leave the negotiating to his mom and dad

you grew up with namjoon, you were also from a wealthy family

your fathers were childhood friends and they grew their businesses together

although kim enterprises surpassed your family’s wealth easily, the bond between your families were still tight

namjoon was stubborn and a smartass

but he wasn’t a jerk, just...very selective with his true self

he’s also a bit spoiled, but with his parents who gave into his every wish, it just turned out that way

at 21, namjoon’s parents got into a plane crash on the way to a meeting in london and it unfortunately claimed their lives

namjoon became the sole CEO and heir of kim enterprises

he asked you for help because damn he couldn’t run a whole business by himself??

and you weren’t needed yet to run your own family business

so you didn’t mind helping out your friend

things were running okay with little kinks in the road, but the business was still thriving and so namjoon was okay with that

until one day when you and namjoon were hanging out in his family mansion and it was broken into

in a crazy haze, you were captured and abducted

namjoon knew they were after him and not you and for the first time in his life:

he had absolutely no idea what to do

he had to find you of course but he didn’t know where to start

namjoon couldn’t tell your parents because they would absolutely kill him for not protecting you

and honestly he wanted to beat himself up too for that fact

thanks to his brilliant mind, he managed to track wherever the fuck you were being held captive

he took his private jet out to a nearby place and did the rest by foot

this was basically a suicide mission and he knew it, but to hell with it

namjoon would exchange his life for yours, you’ve been with him since birth

back to you

you were being held in a cell

your captors needed namjoon to build something for them, but since you weren’t him, you were useless to them

you thought they were going to kill you

but instead they just locked you up

you didn’t expect to see namjoon being pushed into your cell with you

“joon what the fuck are you doing here?”

“I uh...I found you.”

you thought he would have told your dad and then like officers would come and find you

not namjoon, alone.

“did you expect to just walk in and sweet talk them into letting me go?”

he scratched the back of his neck

“for a genius, you’re fucking stupid.”

“okay, truthfully, i thought I could turn myself in and that would convince them to let you go, but i guess they just took both of us haha.”

for weeks you two were held prisoner, your captors taking namjoon in the morning and returning with him at night

you were just stuck in there

but whenever joon came back, he had a new injury to him

your heart hurt whenever you saw him come back, pain all over his face

you would do your best into aiding him, but you didn’t really have much options in the small cell

it was one night when he didn’t come back and your mind automatically assumed that he was dead

you started sobbing in the cell, god you were going crazy

you needed to get out of there

and then when you heard some whimpering and cries of pain, your drive only got bigger bc you knew it was namjoon

you started clanging on the cell and screaming for them to let you go

and then from the corner of your eye, you spotted joon crawling to you, all bloodied up

you gasped spotting the large wound on his chest

but before you could start losing your mind about your best friend was going to die, he calmly started instructing you to build a generator for him

you: joon! I’m not as smart as you, this thing is going to fucking blow up

joon: y/n, calm down and listen to me. you can do this, i believe in you

also joon: connect that wire to the plug...black long thing to red square.

as the hours went on into the night, namjoon sounded weaker and weaker, making you urgent into finishing his little generator

you started holding his hand

“joon, it’s done, okay? it’s done.”

“this is going to hurt like a bitch, but put that generator in my wound. and shove my shirt in my mouth, shut me up with it or we’ll get caught.”

“w-what?”

“just do it y/n!”

you shoved the triangle thing you made (with his help) into his chest and shut your eyes as you basically gagged joon quiet

within minutes he started to get better and you felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders

the last thing you remember before crashing was joon saying “thank you, y/n, now go rest.”

you were awaken by a huge bang

lo and behold, namjoon’s in a tin suit and he blasted your cell open

you could barely register namjoon breaking the roof of your cell and grasping you by the waist and flying you out of there

his tin suit failed him within minutes, the thrusters he built at his feet giving in

but the important thing was that you two made it out and crashlanded in a lake

the place where you were held captive burst into flames

you were founded by your father’s men

(he had some great influence in the army)

and fuck you and joon suffered from one hell of a ptsd

for a while, joon became distant

i mean, could you blame him? y’all got kidnapped and almost died

you tried to reach out but his house security kept denying you

cute side note: namjoon’s jarvis is called moni

“god dammit moni, i just wanna talk to him”

“my apologies miss/sir y/n, master kim doesn’t want any visitors at the moment.”

the next time joon talked to you was months after you two were found, he invited you over to his house and his security system led you straight to his lab

you walked in to see your best friend in a golden technological suit, the triangle generator you helped him make glowing on the torso of his suit

“joon, what the fuck are you doing?”

he sat you down and explained how after your whole kidnapping, he realized that he had a gift

and he could either be sitting around waiting to be kidnapped again for his mind to be used for the worst

or he could be doing something for the greater good

you honestly couldn’t follow, couldn’t he just use his wealth to donate to charities or something?

but no, he wanted to be proactive and idk be some kind of superhero

“why are you telling me all this?”

“well, not only are you my best friend and we have suffered through hell together...if I happen to die out there, I’m leaving you in charge of kim enterprises.”

“huh die out where? joon you’re not going back there.”

he then told you how he was forced to build weapons while you were kidnapped and how his parents dealt with underground business with terrible people and now it’s come to bite him and kim enterprises in the ass

“i’m going back. If you want, you can stay here and monitor me. moni has complete access to my suit, it is my eyes and ears.”

“god, just...come back, don’t die on me, please.”

you end up watching him complete whatever mission he had for himself

but also how he got his ass beat

you almost missed a pair of boys save him from where he was

they were quick to the eye, dressed all in black, you just remember one with a bow and arrow

fast forward another couple months

joon was safe, thank god, and just doing insane upgrades on his suit and what not

you called him golden boy, but he said that name just didn’t suit him

you see that pun i put there ;)

the two of you were discussing the art exhibit he needed to attend when moni alerted him of visitors

surprise surprise it was the same two boys that you remember saving him, except they were dressed casually this time

“you must be y/n, namjoon hyung’s better half.”

namjoon glared at the boy, “shut up, jimin.”

the other one spoke, “we need you both to come to headquarters.”

“omg I’m not being kidnapped again, am i?”

the three of them laughed

you were told that jimin and the other boy, taehyung, were agents under BTS, a protection initiative created by their boss, Mr. Bang

and now, namjoon was being recruited to be part of that initiative

BTS is a specialized sub-unit to the larger Avengers motion

it put your mind at ease knowing that namjoon wasn’t alone in his whole fighting crime and saving lives ordeal

the media deemed namjoon’s golden suit as “iron man”

and although you personally liked your “golden boy” name better

joon had a complete liking to the other name

you witnessed when they recruited more agents to BTS

namjoon began to have a nice bond with the other boys

and it made you happy, of course, knowing that he had others by his side

but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being replaced as his best friend

especially when he and the wakandan king, jung hoseok, became rather close

namjoon first realized his feelings for you when kim seokjin, aka the god of thunder, was flirting with you during one of joon’s house parties

he almost had a fist fight with him

but the other boys held them back from beating each other up

a supersuit vs a god with insane powers? that wasn’t going to end well at all

and so namjoon secretly pined for you

you were still doing business together, but it was mostly you because he was busy now with world saving duties

you were the one to convince him to recruit their youngest and final member to BTS

the spider kid, jeon jungkook

namjoon becomes jungkook’s mentor

and it’s quite endearing

but jk’s also the one to spill to you that namjoon has had the hugest crush on you for the longest time

kid just can’t keep his mouth shut sometimes

all the boys knew that namjoon was basically in love with you

they even helped him come up with this elaborate event of confessing to you

...which all went to hell bc yoongi got triggered and smashed everything

yoongi felt so bad afterwards

but all ended well bc of course you loved namjoon back

he was your best friend and your #1 since day 1

namjoon ends up revealing himself as iron man probably a year after the whole BTS unit was solidified

the press was hell for kim enterprises

which you had to mainly contain :/

but you know he’s a charmer in front of the camera

your parents were a bit iffy when they found out you were dating iron man

but if anyone could take care of you, they knew it would be namjoon

aw im emo

dating your best friend/business partner is a rollercoaster

you’ve had your fair share of heart attack moments, waiting for him after a battle or a mission

namjoon has put his life in danger and will continue to put his life in danger and you’re just going to have to deal with that

he hates that he also puts your life in danger just by association, but you have a lot of protection, courtesy of Mr. Bang

you wear his suit sometimes and try to fly it for fun

he finds you cute

builds you a suit, yourself, but you don’t wear it often

mostly bc you know there’s some weapons included for safety and that scares you a bit

you end up merging businesses with kim enterprises

and run the whole rodeo bc he’s too busy saving the world

but you always keep him updated on what’s happening

he’s become less arrogant after being with the boys and after dating you

but he’s still a smartass

uses kim enterprises’ wealth and resources for the improvement of BTS

it’s pretty useful if you ask me

namjoon becomes the spokesperson for BTS ;)

he and his boys save the world on the regular

but he wouldn’t be saving the world if you didn’t save his world first

u fucking wu

that last part was cheesy but am i sorry about it?

nah

7-6-19

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manikas-whims · 4 years

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Hi~ if you're still taking requests, what about Todomomo and cuddles? Or more specific, Shouto falling asleep and Momo stroking his hair, your choice. Thank you so much~♡

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, dear anon. I've been busy working on 3 different fics simultaneously 😅

Without further ado, here's your requested fic. Hope you enjoy it..:)

Of Duty and Love

Ship: Shouto Todoroki X Momo Yaoyorozu

Words: 1867

Rating: T+ ( Shirtless Shouto ahead xD )

Read on: AO3 | FFnet

The periodic repetition of a melodious fusion of flute and running water pervaded the quietness of a bedroom, disturbing the peaceful slumber of one of the two occupants on the king sized bed. After fussing underneath the blue comforter for a while in hopes of going back to sleep, a pair of dainty hands pushed it off of themselves, revealing a tangled mess of limbs. Obsidian eyes shot open in annoyance at the noise that had roused them from their state of rest and a pout settled upon the plump lips of one Momo Yaoyorozu. She found herself pushed to the taut chest of her boyfriend Shouto Todoroki, whose arms were lying securely around her waist. Wonderful! Usually she liked being held by him but not when his cellphone’s ringtone was blaring early in the morning and she was unable to reach it because of his tight grip on her, even when he was soundly asleep.

Soundly asleep.

As the thought slowly sinked in her drowsy mind, her eyes dilated in amazement. Shouto Todoroki was soundly asleep. Shouto Todoroki— the young man who never missed his alarms or calls, was never late for his duties as a pro hero, was always up and about without waking his girlfriend from her sweet dreams— was actually sleeping in?! With her years of training in stealth tactics, Momo raised her upper body as much as she could under his hold and picked up his phone from the side table. She disconnected what seemed to be the third call from his senior Burnin, switched off the device and went back to staring at her boyfriend in wonder. Although both of them are morning people, this is her first time rising earlier than him, her first time being able to gaze like this at his most unguarded form. It must be due to the successive late night patrolling duties he’d been doing most of the week along with regular missions in the morning. All this restless working was bound to take a toll on him sooner or later.

Her lips turned down and she looked worriedly at his face. Will it hurt him to take it easy every once in a while? Instinctively, she traced her fingers along his sharp jawline, going further down his long neck, finally coming to a halt upon his bare chest. She splayed her palm over his heart, feeling its recurring beating and placed a chaste kiss their so as to not stir him from his tranquil sleep.

Another thought crossed her mind as she watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. How long had it been since she last cooked a meal for him? Probably a month? Well, its not like they really got any time for simple domestic things like those since they were both occupied with their hero work most of the time. She pressed her lips together, having an inner conflict with her own principles. She herself had never skipped a working day or requested a leave. She sincerely followed the rules and regulations set by her agency. But one glance at her innocently asleep boyfriend and she decided to break her code. She was sure people can live one day without the services of pro heroes Creati and Shouto.

With newfound determination, she sneakily wiggled out of his arms, looking back once to check if she had alerted him but luckily, his eyes were still shut placidly. She readjusted the straps of her silk, red slip on her shoulders and began crawling out of the bed. Her victorious smile however, was short-lived as the very same pair of arms she had pried away so smoothly, tugged at her nightwear, pulling her back. With a yelp, she landed clumsily atop a very conscious Shouto Todoroki who was staring pointedly at her.

“And where are you going?” he asked in his soft tenor, his disheveled crimson and snow locks making him all the more appealing.

“S-Shou..you..I thought you were..” She fumbled for words.

“Asleep?” he supplied and shook his head, “I’ve been awake ever since your lips touched my chest.” He explained gesturing at the spot she had kissed moments ago. “I was still kinda groggy so I kept my eyes closed. Also, I was curious about what you were up to.” He paused and looked intently at her, “Honestly, I had expected more kisses.”

Momo's face flushed a deep shade of pink. The young Todoroki always kept surprising her. She stared back at him, confused by his last statement. Did he like being kissed all over his torso? Was he really expecting that? If so, she would happily oblige, albeit slightly bashfully.

“Anyways,” he spoke, breaking her train of thought and flipped their positions so he was on top of her, “We both need to get to work.”

That said, he reached for his cellphone and frowned. Seeing as it was switched-off, he averted his questioning gaze towards his ebony haired girlfriend.

Momo bit her lip, her eyelids lowering in concern. “Overexertion is bad for health. You need to rest.”

“I can handle extra work.” He replied deadpan.

“I know!” she intoned in frustration, “I know, Shouto. You are strong, talented, hardworking and more than capable. But even you need breaks.”

“I’m supposed to run Endeavour Agency as its new Head.” Shouto reminded her, to which she narrowed her eyes.

“Exactly! You’re the one leading it now! You can make calls like these. I’m sure it won’t be a hassle for the Flaming Sidekickers to take care of the agency for a one day.” Momo reasoned weakly.

Shouto just stared at her, flashing her his best shocked expression. He wasn’t sure if his ears were functioning properly. Momo Yaoyorozu was asking him to misuse his authority to skip a day of work? The creation hero who had always been far more professional than him and the rest of her classmates at UA, was treating this as something so trivial? To say that it wasn’t amusing would be a lie but he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his old man’s tantrums. He knew that Burnin and the other sidekicks will actually be partying over his absence from the agency because of their constant complaints about him never taking a day off but not his grumpy father. Yes, Enji Todoroki had stopped pushing his own wishes onto his son long ago as the older man had come to terms with the fact that his son wasn’t obligated to do so. Still, the retired man will lecture him about how nothing but the best was required of him as the heir to the Todoroki hero legacy.

Shouto noted the gleam of conviction in Momo’s eyes and discerned that he won’t be able to beat her. There’s no chance of victory once his girlfriend strived to achieve something. Hence, he wordlessly moved off of her and stood up from the bed, stretching his arms and cracking his neck. If he said nothing, he won’t have to face her logical arguments.

Momo shamelessly admired his naked torso, his rippling abs and the teasing v-line that disappeared beneath his low hanging shorts. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting about her real objective so easily and forced a serious countenance upon her face. The gears in her head began turning at a fast pace as she tried to come up with a plan to desist her boyfriend from leaving.

Just as the icy-hot hero turned around, an idea bubbled in her mind and she motioned herself forward towards him. Shouto froze (no pun intended) at the sensation of his girlfriend’s skilled fingers wrapping tantalizingly slowly around his abs. A traitorous groan escaped his lips as he let her pull him back onto the plush mattresses with little to no reluctance at all. He reveled in the touch of her soft lips trailing kisses along his nape and chiseled back. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back in pleasure as he felt her palms slide past his shorts, fingers ghosting over the elastic waistband of his boxers. He held his breath in anticipation of whatever more sensuous his girlfriend would do next.

To his utter dismay, nothing happened.

And just as he flicked his eyes open in discontentment, he felt himself being hauled onto the bed, an extremely serious Momo Yaoyorozu pinning him beneath her smaller frame. She entwined their fingers tightly, pushing his hands above his head and straddled him, puffing out a triumphant breath.

“Momo,” he called hoarsely, a hint of annoyance in his tone at being tricked.

She shook her head vigorously like a child and announced resolutely, “I’m not letting you go!”

Shouto watched her lie down next to him before she pulled him into an embrace and pouted. The aggravation in his form was immediately replaced by fondness and he chuckled lightly at how adorable she acted when she tried to act mad.

“What are you doing?” he asked, regarding her sudden peculiar behavior.

“I’m cuddling you till you give up on your intentions of going to work today.” She informed in a solemn voice, snuggling further into his chest.

“What?” he scoffed, finding her declaration completely childish yet cute at the same time.

He felt her peck his collarbones. “You heard it. I’m not letting you go. I’ll harness the power of my love for you to keep you here. You’ve saved enough people, Shouto. For today, I want you to be just my hero.” She explained, worshipping every inch of his torso with her lips, no signs of shyness visible.

A distant memory of his childhood drifted Shouto's thoughts— a memory of his mother protecting him from the harsh reprimands of his goal-blinded father. A memory he had kept locked into the deepest recesses of his mind like many others. And the mere remembrance of the somber life he had in his past, was enough to make him feel a sense of gratefulness towards the young woman who was currently showering him with kisses. Momo was kind and compassionate, the perfect example of a good human being. He wasn’t sure what she had seen in him to happily give her big heart to him. But he was glad she did. She compensated for all the love he was deprived of during his dismal childhood. She was always reminding him that even someone like him deserved a breath of calm.

A rare, small smile lit up his usual impassive face as he stared down at his girlfriend who was currently poking at his abs in fascination. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of ditching his commitments as a pro but he draped an arm around her waist nonetheless. His fingers bunched into the thin fabric of her silk nightie as his other hand glided up her curvaceous back, settling in her long tresses. The young heroine shifted her attention from his taut abdominal muscles to his face, a glimmer of certainty in her cat-like dark irises. He simply brushed his lips across hers' and nestled his head in the crook of her neck, her ardent emotions defeating his resolute sense of responsibility.

“Fine, I’ll stay.”

A/N: I hope it was to your liking, dear anon ☺

Send in your requests for SasuSaku, TodoMomo, HitsuHina, Zenyuki & Yatori via asks.

#todomomo fanfic #todomomo #todomomo fanfiction #shouto todoroki #momo yaoyorozu #shouto x momo #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #todoroki x yaoyorozu

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years

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lilyk9495 said: Wait this is so good?!?!??! And like the smut is so hot?!?! But also wholesome?!?! Wow. Happy birthday to Jungkook, but honestly happy birthday to us!

kitty-queen-13 said: Love the story telling. You write beautifully. Made the sex a legit part of the story. Had me rooting for y/n and JK.

joons-dimple94 said: I really liked this one. It was so cute that I could picture everything happening.

batakookie said: This is so good, I kept having to rewind and reread certain parts, it was so endearing! I love your writing, and this is one of my favourites for sure. The dynamic between the whole group is 👌🏼 and the sex so hot but tender all at once. I’m need to reread it already. I love this version of Jungkook!

artsymode said: I absolutely loved the banter in this one! 💙

sootsprite89 said: shanna😭😭😭😭 how can you make my bias wreck me like this?! This was 🥵😍🙌 sooo good I can't word....wait...i'll be back when my mental coherence returns 😂😂

junglecork said: The taste, the flavour, the character development. Sis it’s truly amazing how you’ve made me fall in love with jungkook again. Im in awe bitch I’m shook bitch I’m QUAKING. Wow just wow

k0modob1ue said: i love this. i love how jungkook is characterised, i love the slow but not painful burn UGH i love bowler jungkook thank you for this

unsureofwhathappens said: I needed this in my life. Holy flip! Perfection! And omg the puns. I love them. Dang I am such a nerd for those brilliant word plays. XD I want to know which ones got Jin banned! Must have been brilliant! XD But seriously, I love the characterizations of everyone. I want that grouo in my life. XD For real. Thank you for an another amazing story.

kuzimuzibts said: OMG!!! This is so freaking awesome 😍😍😍😍😍 thanks for writing 😍😍😍😍

boofairy said: “Hey,” Taehyung interrupts, both hands on his hips. “It was between that and a pin, but the pin looked kind of like a penis, so…” He shrugs. “Balls, it is.” i 100% snorted. Out loud. In a wAiting room. The whole thing was fucking phenomenal! ☺️👍 Now if tumblr could politely NOT crash while im in the middle of reading such excellence, I would appreciate it 😅

yeoltoyuki said: Aaaaand here she strikes again 😭😭😭

bulletproofbirdy said: I am….in love. Sweet IT boy can rail me any TIME any PLACE. Aside from the impeccably written sexy times—the BANTER. The FLIRTING. The damn COMEDY. I loved every word of this adorable nonsense. Going to read it again later just to savor the dialogue.

sugamonster22 said: I love this! Cute and funny and sexy all into one 🥰

atinypiratequeen said: I guess I like this fic a reasonable amount. I mean I've read it five times since you released it but like it's a normal appreciation or whatever.

appreciatethefoolishness said: I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO READ THIS AND AHHH IT’S SO GOOD!!!!

bishuthot said: This is amazing 💜 I LOVED the Lion King reference!!

@lilyk9495 @kitty-queen-13 @joons-dimple94 @batakookie @artsymode @sootsprite89 @junglecork @k0modob1ue @unsureofwhathappens @kuzimuzibts @boofairy @yeoltoyuki @bulletproofbirdy @sugamonster22 @atinypiratequeen @appreciatethefoolishness @bishuthot THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH FOR YOUR ENTHUSIASM AND COMMENTS!!! I can’t tell you how happy these made me over the past few days alsdkfjalks honestly, it means the world that you read and enjoyed my story. Thank you for leaving feedback and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!!!!

#comments #Mind in the Gutter

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theficrecfairy · 5 years

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Hey I’m going through a hard time right now and reading helps so I was wondering if you had any one shots that were just soft and cuddly? Thanks for everything you guys do

Hello Anon!

I see you and I’m sorry you’ve been going through hard times (and if this answer came too late and things already got better, then I’m glad!). Reading always helps me too, at least to distract from the pain when it gets too hard to handle, so I selected lots of good stuff for you. Check it out!

Dog rest ye merry gentlemen, by @lightningcatters. One shot with 5.5k words.

Notes from the author: “There are a few references to Vicchan, but no mention of harm or death, and this piece is mostly intended as pure fluff from Victor’s (ridiculously smitten) POV. I hope this gift gives a little cheer this year!” :D

Strike that. Reverse it., by @louciferish. One shot with 4.2k words.

Yuuri has to learn how to control his powers of going back in time since he is a kid, and when he meets Victor for the first time, it’s actually the fifth.

The novice teleporter’s guide to love, by @saltycaramel1394. One shot with 8.4k words.

Yuuri has the ability to teleport himself, but he is only able to do it accidentaly while in a hightened emotional state. To make it worst, it is somehow conected with his ice skating idol, and he keeps popping up in the man’s life at the worst moments ever. I mean, EVER! XD

Pie-ning away, by Multiple_Universes @witharthurkirkland. One shot with 3k words.

Victor and Yuuri are business partners and have their own bakery, the best in town. They also have been in love with each other for a very long time, but were never able to confess. Chris, the owner of the new flower shop across the street, gets the love in the air and decides to play the cupid for these two.

Certain as the sun, by @lucycamui. One shot with 6.4k words.

In a tale as old as time, the beautiful Victor strives for an escape from his provincial town. Instead, he finds himself entangled in trying to help the mysterious and… cute(??) beast break his curse, and in doing so discovers that there really might be more to life and love.

of paperback novels and several loud screeching noises, by kuragins @katsusin. 4 chapters with 8.4k words. finished.

The most fuuny fic I’ve ever seen about the “lonely extra author that falls in love with lonely shy bookstore owner with the help of the Questionable Wingman/ Best Friend” prompt!

On hearts and glass, by @thehobbem. One shot with 5.7k words.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived two young men. One lived solely to fix heartbreaks, and the other, to bring joy to people’s hearts, neglecting his own until it cracked. This is the story of how they met.

Come Alive, by @n3rdlif343va. One shot with 5.6k words.

Yuuri performs as a living statue on a park near his home at weekends. The Silver Prince, as he is known, attracts the looks of every passerby, including a charming man with silver hair and wonderful blue eyes. Next weekend, The Golden King shows up, and they silently perform a frozen theater on improvise.

I actually wrote a little ficlet as a side story for this last one. I’ll post it as soon as my beta edits it. Guess who my beta is? :P

Also, about this writer, you should check on their collection Crusaders of Fluff (Edit: removing incorrect secondary author credit. @magical-mistral did art for the series). If you want fluffy stories, you have to take a look! ;D

If you haven’t, you can also check my personal Crack Fics List. It was made to be recced to sad people like you! : )

This is it Anon! I hope you get better soon, if you stil aren’t.

*tries to think of a pun to make you laugh a little, but is a shit on this*

~The Fic rec Elf~

Anon I’m so sorry you’re having a rough time. And I’m also sorry we took so long to answer (my fault entirely!).

But here are a few of my more recent additions to my bookmarks which are very soft.

The Camp AU series by LazyKitty @ourlazykittycollection is a beautiful childhood friends AU series. The longest fic (set more “present day”) isn’t finished, but the early ones are. And all of them are just so soft and sweet and adorable.

This really soft Phichuuri fic by rkez @pichuuriheadcanons called You keep me warm (complete, 1.5k words) is a Detroit-days fic that’s just pure domestic sweetness.

@gabzjones wrote an incredibly sweet, soft gamer!Yuuri AU recently called When The Camera’s Off (complete, 8k words). It is the definition of wholesome meet-cute really.

I have more, but honestly this list is already pretty long. When you’re ready for more, if you still need them, don’t hesitate to ask! Hope you feel better soon. 💚

~The Fic Rec Fairy~ 🧚‍♀️

#yoi fic rec #Yuri!!! on Ice #yoi fanfic #victuuri #fluff #phichuuri #childhood friends au #gamer yuuri

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sailorzakuro · 5 years

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Launch Show 2019

I may need to go rewatch it on iPlayer cos parents and Domino’s nachos and alcohol got in the way of me giving my full attention but launch show 2019 thoughts!! (dw this will be long so I’ll put a keep reading if you’re not interested lol).

Ngl loved the Kylie opening XD. I have an odd love for All The Lovers so I was very happy to see that come on XD. Nancy absolutely SLAYED in that whole opening dance spectacle as well, I really hope we get to see her more prominent in group dances.

Catherine and Johannes seems like a nice pair, maybe I’m having difficulty picturing it cos Johannes has never had a partner before but I wanna see what they’ll be like. His reaction was also adorable I fkn love Johannes XD.

Saffron and AJ even if I hadn’t spoiled it for myself SAW THAT COMING, maybe my least favourite pair for this year? Mollie remains my favourite partner AJ’s had (QUEEN) but idk Saffron didn’t seem that excited, I mean Anton put in more effort when he got put with Susannah Constantine XD. Thinking I’m not going to like them but we’ll see.

( @missemperor ) Michelle and Giovanni fit SO well together. I love Michelle’s energy and it matches Giovanni’s so well, I think they’ll be a great pair!

Alex and Neil, again can’t see them together since Neil’s never had a partner but I can already tell that they’re going to go SO far in the competition. Favourite to win paired with the pro everyone’s been wanting to get a partner? Not really feeling Alex’s vibe well (she wouldn’t stop talking during the suspense but I was like ffs shut up) so if this is gonna be another Stacey and Kevin incident hhhhhhhh.

Motsi is a QUEEEEEEEEN I love her dancing style and her energy as a judge is going to be soooooo great XD. I’ve had good words from people that she was amazing on Let’s Dance so I’m hoping I’ll love her!

James and Luba hhhh again can’t see it cos Luba hasn’t had a partner (both her and Neil excluding Christmas specials but like that barely counted eek) but I think they fit nicely together!

Karim and Amy it’s so odd seeing them together cos Amy’s only been partnered with older men so far XD. Also Amy seems slightly taller than him oops XD. But I’m excited to see them!! It seems like they’ll do really well and they seem so happy to be partnered XD.

Chris and Karen CHRIS RAMSEY THE KING WITH KAREN HAUER THE QUEEN MY FAVOURITES ALREADY was low key hoping for Oti even though I knew it wasn’t going to happen (this was before I spoiled it oops) but omg they look so amazing together they were like best friends that got put together for PE class XD. I am SOOOOO excited to see them!!

David and Nadiya not getting a strong energy from them but the heights work? XD. Idk with Nadiya it concerns me that her height is the only factor for who she gets partnered with but I’ll wait and see what they can do in the live shows XD.

Never usually care for the musical performances but omg seeing Gorka and Graziano made me so saaaaaaad T_T I do LOVE Neil and Johannes but omg I’m gonna miss those 2 so much especially Graziano he’s adorable T_T.

Emma and Anton I know Chris and Karen are my favourites but I’m rooting for these 2 SO MUCH Anton FINALLY has a decent partner!! And not just decent, seems like she’ll be actually GOOD. That’s a first! Anton’s reaction was iconic, amazing, hilarious, we stan a king, that’s it.

*Viscountess* Emma and Aljaz again I’m concerned Aljaz is only paired with people cos of his height but they seem to work well together XD. Not feeling V.Emma’s energy as well but I’m sure I’ll get to know her better as the weeks go on XD.

Anneka and Kevin oops Anneka’s taller than Kevin XD. But their reaction was so cute!! They also seemed like best friends getting left as the last 2 in PE class so the teacher has no choice but to put them together XD. I’m excited to see them!!

Speaking of Kevin the Paso Dooley returns... Stacey seemed to have the right Paso energy for once XD. Idk I think the choreography is a bit cheesy and gimmicky (idk maybe that’s how REAL Paso Dobles are but I ain’t ever seen a sassy hand) but they did it well XD.

Mike and Katya are they gonna be the funny pair for this year?? XD. Mike is adorable tho if he falls over during the live shows rip XD. But he seemed to have more grace on the heel click than Katya did oops XD. I do find it odd though that they partnered Katya with a short older larger little man while Neil gets a partner for the first time with a younger attractive footballer... coincidence?

Will and Janette are SO ADORABLE Janette always has a good energy with her partners (even though I think she’s annoying oops don’t come for me) and Will is the most precious person omg I love him XD. I can’t wait to see them!!

Dev and Dianne she’s gone from Rev to Dev XD. Sorry @myutoni I had to make a pun XD. Not feeling the energy atm (maybe cos I’m so used to seeing her with Joe after last year ended??) but Dev’s reaction was so cute XD.

Jamie and Oti seeing them get paired was so sad knowing he won’t be in the series T_T. He seemed so happy!! And so did Oti T_T. She seemed so supportive and caring in that end bit showing how he got injured, this is why we stan Oti Mabuse T_T. I’ll mention her and Kelvin though, personally I’m not happy they’re replacing him seems rude but like hopefully he’ll do well?? I can’t say how he and Oti would look together cos you know all we’ve got is a picture XD.

As I said need to rewatch it but LOVED that group dance!! I’ll go back over and take in all the details lol but it was great!

Aaaand that’s it! Well done if you made it through all that XD.

#strictly come dancing #yes i watch strictly #strictly come dancing 2019

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callmederok · 5 years

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11 26 28 for MC SHIP ask

So many questions and yet such a fun time, Thanks and Please Enjoy!

11.How often do they go out on dates and where do they like to go?

With all they’re both going through(in a way or another they both have a very tight schedule, but for different reasons) so they don’t plan dates(except the canon ones) they just go on a date, the adventure of “not planning a single thing” or the “Just go with the flow” sometimes they go to Madam Puddifoot for the sake of quietness and peaceful location, sometimes they just have their lunch somewhere different, like a short picnic, because the Hall is just too noisy sometimes. Even being lazy in Jacob’s room is a basically a date for them. As adults based on the AU(either cursebreakers!AU or Aurors!AU) their main date idea is just having a quiet day, no work, no friends, no magic involved, maybe some documentary or a walk after lunch/dinner and some extra cuddle-time(wink wink XD)

26. If they get married, who proposes to whom? And how do they do it?

In Aurors!AU David just propose to Penny in the old fashioned way, with TWO rings(one is just gold, no gems/stones, but it’s written DxP on a side, it’s for common days, so it looks practical and comfortable , the other one is for fancy occasions and it has two gems, a small Ruby and a small Topaz closest possible to each other). Incredible but truth during their wedding the Weird Sister singed “Nothing Else Matters” with Metallica(Headcanon: James Hetfield is a wizard from Ilvermorny)…David almost died by seeing James…imagine his poor heart skipping beats for every single word spelled by James

In Cursebreakers!AU, David and Penny never truly marry but they live like a married couple since the very beginning, they have ring but are from an ancient ruins are known as “Queen’s Ring” and “King’s Ring”(names decided by David, because the actual names were way more longer)…i’m still deciding if those two rings are actually magical artifacts(in the original idea, Penny’s ring made her able to command David…but she never used that power unless David’s inner personality, Jager, goes out of control…but kinda feel like a clichè…so i discarded this idea).

28Do they have and/or adopt any children? What are their names and what’s their relationship with their parents?

In the Auror!AU(where David is an Auror and Penny time to time works as Snape’s substitute).They’ll have a baby slightly before Teddy’s birth, her name is Scarlett “Dora” Haywood(David changed his surname because his family tradition: like his father, he took his wife’s surname/last name). David with his metallic left arm will be quite scared to touch her(mostly because he doesn’t want to hurt her by accident), but when she grows a little Scarlett shows quite his father’s personality(reckless, protective, adventurous, inclined to make weird puns) but with her mother smoothness(she knows how to talk/being persuasive). Both David and Penny love to spoil her with their idea of “having a good time” (David by taking her to the Zoo or hiking somewhere, and Penny taking her to Kew Gardens). Scarlett loves them both, but she basically lives with her classmates constantly talking about their adventures with the Vaults(+ other crazy but awesome things they did together), which is kinda annoying even though her parents are quite supportive in basically everything she does, knowing and understanding how she feels(because David was always compared to Jacob, in stated in the game, and in the sixth year the same will happen between Penny and her younger sister, Bea), so they know enough to give her advices when she asks them.

In the Cursebreakers!AU, they’re both travelling a lot even during the events related to the Second War/Battle of Hogwarts, so during one of their journeys they find a baby and after a few weeks working very hard on finding the parents of this baby(sex and gender or if the baby is a muggle still undecided at the moment), at the end they choose to adopt this baby girl and taking care of her like it’s their own child(naming her Alexandria Elen Riannon Haywood, Alexandria is the city where they found her, Elen Riannon is a reference to Ciri’s full name from the Witcher-universe), lowering the number of their journeys(related to cursebreaking) for the sake of the baby and go back to Great Britain to be more like Bill Weasley and taking turns in working at the Gringotts(because both of them still want to have some adventures and like her mother, Penny works hard on making their house a safe place with tons of defensive spells until the end of the Battle of Hogwarts) after that, they both seek for peaceful and quiet jobs, but mostly David as a better cook chooses to stay at home to taking care of the kid and helps the neighborhood in exchange of money and favors(like in the manga: Gokushufudou: The Way of the House Husband)

#thereluctantherosrose #david jager denneth #Penny Haywood #Alexandria Elen Riannon Haywood #FanKids #HPHM #MC #HPHM MC #Jaywood #DavidxPenny #Scarlett Dora Haywood #They love each other soooo much

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theragamuffininitiative · 6 years

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Last Days of Summer @KCRep

Well this has been long in coming

Guys.

I saw Last Days of Summer with Corey Cott and Emily Padgett and it was amazing and now I’m here a week and a day late to talk your ear off about it. ;)

I went with my favorite cousin (shhh don’t tell the other cousins) to see the show because she likes theatre too but her family doesn’t care so they never see things.

She knew I was a fan of one of the cast, and I did my level best not to fangirl too hard and I think it was an all around success. :D

This was yet another exercise in the “how far will Rags drive across the country to see a show if it is at all a possibility to do so” which I think is going to drive my parents insane.

When we got there, I did what I forgot to do at The Lion King and asked if it was ok to take pictures of the curtain call. Unfortunately, because of copyright reasons with Jason Sherwood’s set design, pictures were not allowed. :P But now at least I think I’ll remember to ask the ushers at shows, because curtain calls are my favorite thing and someday I will get pictures at them.

I’m not going to spoil the story for anyone who may want to read the book the musical is based off of, or just in case it gets produced again. (please please please) But if you’re curious, there’s this.

We went the last night because I couldn’t get away sooner. I would have loved to see the first show and then seen the closing show because I know they did a lot of changes, but I’m really happy with the version we saw.

It opened with a radio suspended on a wire, and the crackling voice of a baseball announcer set the narrative into motion. The radio was one of my favorite parts of the production, it was a great storytelling technique.

Robbie Berson as young Joey Margolis was amazing. All the kids in the cast were, but as the main protagonist....antagonist? hm, anyways, the main character, he carried the story the whole time in a great way, always believable as an incorrigible kid and strong enough to dig into the deeper parts of the story.

Jim Kaplan as Craig Nakamura was also amazing, and I love the character of sweet but feisty Craig so much.

These two boys, honestly, they were such pros.

And what can I say about Corey and Emily? They are stars, obviously, and I loved every second they were on stage, together or separate.

The end of Act One features a pretty big blow up between Joey and Corey’s Charlie, where Joey allows his emotions to get the better of him and turns on Craig. Charlie scolds him and tells him he has no choice about growing up and gives him a thing or two about being a man. Honestly, that act one closer was pretty great, but it also gave two of my favorite moments of the show:

1) When Charlie gets fed up with Joey’s selfish behavior, Corey bellowed “sit down!” and one older audience member audibly went “whoa” XD XD XD.

2) in the song that follows (”Says Who? Says I”), there was a moment where - for lack of a better description and realizing it’s a pun considering what team Charlie Banks plays on - Corey became a giant on that stage. For most of the production, all the players were equals. Kids and adults and ensemble members alike, they complimented each other and no one outshone anyone else. But near the end of the song, and probably on purpose for the story, Charlie/Corey towered above everything else as he belted out lines that were equally self-deprecating and proud about who Charley and Joey should be. I was in awe. It was a great moment.

Emily’s disguised yet still noticeable baby bump made for some fourth-wall-breaking humorous moments for the audience, considering her starlet character and lead romantic interest persona. But it was all good. XD

I. am. seriously. in. love. with. that. staging. I could talk about the sets all day.

Jeff Calhoun’s directing. Can I get an amen.

Jim/Craig’s performance of “We Always Had a Garden” is honestly the part I got the most emotional over, and he sang it like an angel, I was very wow.

I need the album.

Chris Dwan as Stuke was great. I started to get worried about Stuke’s mortality when he went from “occasional comic relief” to “goofy tag-along friend” and, well, I was right. But he was great and he had this fantastic little random dance number (”This Time It’s For Real”) while singing about his latest crush. It was precious. XD

There was, as the review I linked to said, a lot crammed into this little show. Like, a lot of a lot. The first act balanced everything pretty well, the second act was a little stuffed.

One of the big climactic moments in act two felt very rushed, and one of those “we’re just going to assume the audience gets what we mean” and the audience gets it but isn’t allowed any time to appreciate it. I’d like to see that done a little differently, but I completely chalk it up to there just being such a wealth of plot to deal with in those final scenes and numbers.

Speaking of numbers, if you want a taste of some of the music aside from that one clip with Robbie and Jim, Corey performed some of the songs with some cast members at his concert that week:

“You Never Have to Say Goodbye” - cue tears

“No One Else For Me” - sweeeeet

I love Big Band music so much. Jason Howland for the win.

“That’ll Be You and Me” is sort of a bonding moment for Joey and Charlie and it reminded me a lot of the character dynamic between Zach and Henry in Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium, one of my favorite movies.

The wedding scene was hysterical. You’re just gonna have to take my word for it, but the blocking on it was perfect and the characters played tug-of-war across the stage trying to get Charlie to board his train on time and keep the rabbi from passing out as he flew through the “ceremony.” XD The Rabbi was a good character. Give Gary Neal Johnson a hand.

I did not cry. There were moments. But I didn’t. XD

Everybody kept swearing and then the boys would make “can we say that word” jokes, like in the middle of a song, when you knew what they were going to say because it rhymed, and I’m old fashioned but it was also great. XD

There’s an earlier scene where the baseball team is helping Joey memorize his answers for his Bar Mitzvah (”The Only Way to Score”) and it was both funny and precious as everyone except Joey learns all the Hebrew answers.

“Just Like Us” and its reprises kept the show solidly focused on Joey, and his buddy Craig.

I wanted to give both Joey and Charlie all the hugs.

I whooped for the orchestra at bows. I’m always like the only person who does that at a show, but I appreciate the orchestras so much, it’s just my thing now: I whoop loudly in support of the pit musicians, deal with it everybody.

My cousin enjoyed it :D :D :D

Standing ovation, btw, of course.

Okay, so, after the show:

We stuck around with a group of peeps to stagedoor. Folks, this is the first time I successfully stagedoored something lol.

Corey was the first person to come out, and... - poor guy. XD He was booking it, making a very determined beeline for the exit. If I was left to my own, I would have let him go, but the guy in front of me stopped him so I got up my courage. He was polite and kind to us, but you could tell he just wanted to go home. (and afterward he ended up apparently getting delayed like seven hours trying to get back home to the city, so I don’t blame him at all) So he signed a couple posters and playbills, and then as he was walking away I stepped forward and asked if I could get his autograph. He was like “yeah, ok” and then, rather than giving him the playbill, I pulled out my Bandstand album jacket. :D :D :D Guys, he lit up, it was the cutest and happiest thing. He went from “ok sure” to “awwww yeaaaaah!” and signed it like six times because my marker wasn’t working properly lol, and then was like “um that’s gonna have to be good enough” even though I told him the first time was ok. XD

So then everyone else started to come out, and I got a lot of the cast to sign my playbill, including all the main kids, Emily, and most of the baseball players - who were the coolest about doing autographs so bless you dudes. Young Jim somehow has the neatest signature.

And then we went home! XD

As usual, I am certain I am forgetting all the things, but there we are. I only wish I could have gone twice. I would love to have gone earlier so I could tell everyone to go see it. But I’m reasonably sure it will get more productions, so be on the look out for it! :D

#rags sees a show #ragamusings #last days of summer #stagedoor stories

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