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[akutagawah]

💛 please?

send me  💛 for my honest opinion of you

We have known each other for a long time now and I’m really glad we got to meet and become friends. I know we don’t talk much anymore, but I still and always will consider you a friend. Your writing was always one of my favs! 

Send me a heart for a vague, a confession or for my honest opinion of you!  

[spyoflove]

KatxZain Cottontail Days Pleaseeeeeee

Send me a ship and a fic title, and I’ll post a summary of the fic with that title I won’t write.

Zain let out a slow, irritated exhale as his clumsy fingersunraveled his poor attempt at a tie knot for the umpteenth time.  He stared at himself in the mirror, emeraldgreen eyes flashing back at him in frustration. He had arranged suit ties inperfect knots for visiting dignitaries countless times in his service withNobel Michel. So why couldn’t he make a proper one for himself, on this of all days?

Because today you aremeeting Miss Katherine’s family at the Cottontail Days festival, hereminded himself, the thought sending a new set of jitters rushing through hisbody. And you need to show them that youare worthy of her hand.

The Easter festival was going to be their first official debutas a couple not only to Katherine’s family, but to her entire town.  A mere butler, and not of noble stock, Zainfelt keenly his lack of position and wondered if his love’s family wouldapprove of him. Could he prove to her mother, father, and brother that he hadthe ability to provide for and protect her for the rest of their lives?Especially when he couldn’t even properly knot his own damned tie?

Briefly he mulled over the thought of foregoing the tie entirely.After all, he hadn’t worn one as a butler, an occupation that involved greetingnumerous world leaders. What would it matter if he didn’t wear one to greet herfamily?

Because you can’tleave anything to chance. You can’t give them a reason to disapprove of you.You must show them in words and looks how serious you are about Katherine.

“Zain?”

His heart nearly leapt out of his chest. Turning his head inthe direction of his beloved’s voice, he saw Katherine, a vision in a flowerypink confection that skimmed over her lush curves. Her big brown eyes looked athim inquisitively under her thick lashes, and the way she anxiously bit her full lips sentan ache into places he tried not to think about out of propriety’s sake. Theywere meeting her family for god’s sake.

“I did knock…” she hesitated. “Are you ready?”

The tie slid from his hand to the floor, forgotten. Seeingher in all her loveliness reminded him who this was all really for. And in theend, what did it matter what he looked like when she was beautiful enough forboth of them?

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[akutagawah]

You evil woman! Lol I got some extras from one of the CDs so if you want them let me know :) Season 3 in the Fall!

Lol that’s me! Okay will do~ I’ll have to look over what all I have myself, but I’m always down to have more hq!! stuff lol. I’m excited for season 3!

[akutagawah]

Christa. I've descended into Haikyuu hell. Ive become obsessed. I blame you for my indoctrination. Love, me.

Lol I will fully take blame for that! It’s amazing! You watching the anime or reading or both?

[akutagawah]

Thanks to all of the Haikyu posts you reblog, I checked out the anime for giggles and I now have a place in my heart for these dorks. Thanks a bunch. :p

No prob! It’s amazing isn’t it? I’m always happy to get someone into Haikyu!! I hope you’re doing well!

[zain-of-nobel]

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It wasn’t until she heard his voice that she was aware of his presence. She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes and she fought to keep them at bay. She offered him a watery smile and looked at the ground.

“Truthfully, I’m not alright. I-I got news from someone I thought I’d never hear from again and it stirred a lot of memories…” She wiped at her eyes with her wrist. “I was hoping they wouldn’t come back…”

Her voice and tears tore at his heart. He had never seen this side of Miss Kathryn before. He took her cheek into his palm, wanting to stop the tears. They were soaked in tears. He raised her face to see her expression.  “I am sorry,” he said softly, wiping underneath her eye with his thumb. He felt sad seeing her like this. He removed his hand from her skin, pulling out his neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiping her tears away. “Can these memories be replaced with better ones?” he wondered as he met her gaze steadily.

[zain-of-nobel]

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As soon as he closed the door, she turned to the letter in her hand. Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip. Why, why, why?! Why now of all things? Just when she finally felt free!

With a frown on her lips, she opened the letter, taking the thick parchment from the envelope and opening it to read.

Dearest Sister,

I’ll answer your questions first. Mother and Father do not know you’re at Nobel Michel. You and I can both imagine what they would do if they knew. As to how I found you, you can thank the photographer for Philip kingdom’s international edition for using the photo where you’re clearly in the background. If it weren’t for the fact that your magazine was kind enough to confirm your location, I would’ve been left wondering.

Now, I’ll give you my news. Your birthright has been officially and legally passed to me. Our parents are satisfied that they have an heir to the estate, but they’re still hoping to find you before you become an old maid. After all, you could still be salvaged for a suitable and favorable marriage. 

Honestly, sister, what were you thinking? Did you really think leaving would stop everything? If it weren’t for the fact that I love you dearly, I would’ve told our parents where you were. I burned the newspaper before Father could read it - he was angry of course but I managed to keep his mind off of it by asking him to give me ideas for the festivals this year.

I’d ask you to come home, but to be honest, I know that’s the last thing you would do. When I saw you looking at the ships that day, I knew. I wish I could see you with all my heart, but I know that would only bring our parents as well and then your wings would be clipped permanently.

I hope you’re happy there. Please don’t ignore this. If you can, use the code we made when we were kids. Our parents didn’t crack it then, I doubt they’ll crack it now.

Please. Write me. I’ve accept my duty. You knew I wanted this place more than anything and I’m thankful for it. I just wish it didn’t come with the sacrifice of your presence.

Your brother,

Seamus

It was too much. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Memories flooded her brain and she tried to fight them off.

“Air…I need air..” she whispered.

She stuffed the letter haphazardly into the pocket of her skirt and she left the room in a hurry. As she flew down the steps and toward the garden, the letter dislodged and fell, falling to the floor with a soft flutter. She didn’t notice as she was too focused on getting into the garden. Once she sat on a bench, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to get a hold of her emotions.

The day was beginning to take its toll. It had been such a busy morning and there were still many things he needed to complete before the day was over. Zain held a folder in his hand, shuffling through the papers inside. He felt the toe of his shoe come in contact with a light object, kicking it sever inches. He looked down and spotted a piece of parchment, the material heavy. He bent down and picked up the folded piece, wondering if he had dropped it just then. He began reading the first few lines, his brows furrowing in confusion. Who could this letter belong to? He scanned the page for a name but found only one. Seamus. Did it belong to one of the servants? Surely not, the material of the paper and the ink itself looked too expensive to be addressed to a servant. Perhaps one of the visiting guests had dropped it. If that was the case, he would simply have to contact the last few visitors to the castle. However, more questions filled his mind as he reread the letter. ‘Your magazines,’ it had said. Someone, some lady, has run away from home, has forfeited her inheritance and left her family. Someone who was difficult to locate. Lines formed on his forehead as one face and named appeared in his mind over and over.

It really was not his business but he could not stop his mind from wondering. If it did belong to her…he shook himself. Something strange has happened in the past few weeks. Every time he saw Miss Kathryn, he learned something new about her, which only made him want to know more. This letter…it made him want to ask more than he should. Who was Miss Kathryn exactly?

Somehow his feet had led him outside. He walked along the garden path and when he looked ahead he spotted a familiar figure. Except there was something different about it. It looked restless, on edge. “Miss Kathryn,” he called softly to her. “Are you all right?” he asked when he stood in front of her.

[zain-of-nobel]

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“Thank you, Zain.” She smiled up at him as he placed the iced tea near her papers. He was always so thoughtful.

She looked over the envelopes in her hands with cautious, curious fingers. “Two letters? That’s odd.” She examined the first and nodded. “Oh, this one is from the literary magazine. It’s probably my payment for the short stories.” She placed it on the desk and turned to the other.

“And this one-,”

She froze. She knew that curved, bold handwriting anywhere. She flipped the letter over and saw the seal on the flap - a red deer’s head with an oak tree behind it. Her heart dropped to the floor and she felt the blood leave her face. How? How did he know she was here?

With her thoughts running through her mind, she almost forgot Zain was there. She looked up at him and smiled weakly.

“I won’t need anything else, Zain. Thank you.”

She had visibly paled when her eyes landed on the second letter. What could be the cause for such a reaction? He opened his mouth to ask if she was all right when she turned her eyes to him. Her smile looked forced. It did not bring him the delight that he found himself feeling for the past few weeks.

He bowed his head slightly. “Please do not overwork yourself,” he said lastly before leaving.