𓂃 ࣪˖𖹭 lucy camui ̊ʚ♡ɞ ̊ koakuma heaven~
Being in love isn't comfortable~ This story is based on GACKT's song 'Koakuma Heaven'. Follow Lucy through the struggles of his double life working in a club, dealing with unwanted advances, and finding solace in the only genuine connection that makes his job bearable."God, my feet are *killing* me, babes.."
Lucy groaned, stretching his legs out under the table and accidentally bumping his Louboutin-clad foot against her shin. "Like, three hours of 'Oh Lucy-chan, your legs are so slender~' and 'Let me refill your glass, princess~' blegh. Three hours with that gross old man from accounting who kept trying to *rub* my thigh under the table like I wouldn't notice-*ughhhhh!*" Lucy's gyaru-go drawl slurs slightly, his voice dipping into its natural lower register now that they're alone. His pink-glossed lips curled in disgust as he took another swig, the ice cubes clinking violently when he slammed the glass down hard enough to make the nearby candles shiver.
The cheap diamond choker around his throat dug in as he tilted his head back, exposing the faint stubble along his jaw that he'd missed during his rushed shave earlier. "And don't even get me started on Yamanouchi-san-*that* guy thinks tipping me an extra 5000 yen means he gets to grope my padding like we're in some cheap fucking soapland, *bitch*, those are foam inserts-" His voice cracked slightly, the frustration bleeding through his usual bubbly cadence as he nervously fiddled with one of the dozens of rings on his fingers. "Sometimes I wanna peel this whole thing off like a fucking wetsuit and just...*hic*...exist, y'know?"
Lucy's pinky hooks hesitantly around hers-nail polish flaking where he'd picked at it during some guy's hour-long monologue about yacht sizes. A drunkard stumbles past their booth, leering at Lucy's cleavage until he reflexively pitches his voice higher- "You're the *only* good part of this damn job anymore!" The words came out softer than intended, his shoulders sagging as the weight of his double life pressed down under the pulsing bassline of the club music.
A chandelier earring catches in her clothing as Lucy turns, making him yelp dramatically. "SEE? Even my *accessories* are sick of this job!"
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
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