#(attend these family gatherings and other royal shit)

[brittle-doughie]

Greetings! I was wondering if I could request the cookies reacting to seeing the reader attending the Hollyberry Palace’s New Year’s Eve Ball? You can include any cookies you want, it’s up to you. 👑✨🏰

A Very Much Invited Guest (Hollyberry Kingdom)

A cookie makes their appearance towards the end ;)

“Y/N Cookie, you made it again! C’mon, the others are waiting for you! I even called on the seat next to you!”

She helped you up and led you to the table where her family and Knight Cookie we’re waiting. One of them in particular eager to get her hands on ya!

Princess Cookie was happy to see you come back, she was worried the last visit might have scared you off from returning!

She planned on making this visit the best you’ve had yet, don’t worry, she made sure to make it clear to the other guests that they don’t bug you, Princess will get upset if they do!

Like before, she has to contend with her grandmother, Hollyberry Cookie, over your attention. She’s tugging your hand to head for the dance floor, but Hollyberry will be wanting you to stay with her and enjoy rounds of juice with her!

She will confront cookies who do decide to approach you for a dance, Princess wanted to spend as much time with you as possible and she’ll be clingy as hell, arms wrapped around one of yours!

She’s affectionate throughout the ball, from the previously mentioned clinginess, to kissing your cheek, or following in Holly’s footsteps and get you into a crushing hug of hers. She may be smaller then Holly, but woo boy do her hugs almost reach her level!

“Y/N Cookie, give me a hug, dear friend!”

Speaking of crushing hugs, guess who chased you around the table just to get hers? Here comes Hollyberry Cookie barreling towards you, arms open wide and ready to wrap around you tightly!

Ramps up the nicknames by calling you “sweetheart” or even her “sunshine”! This amplifies when she’s drunk on juice and being overall more touchy.

Also protective, when a cookie was pushing you to have a dance with them, she’s there in your defense…by saying you were already dancing with her instead!

Pretty much can never seem to lose her, keeping your distance only makes her want to chase after you. She will catch you…and she’ll bear hug the everlasting shit out of you.

“Y/N Cookie, I swear to protect you this time around! No ruffians will get past me!”

By your side all the time, Knight Cookie is glad to see you arrive and will be completely focused to protect you from any rowdy dancers who push their luck with you!

Can flip his attitude on a dime, he’s happily enjoying a drink or dance with you. Then in the next when a danger presents itself, he’s fierce and at the ready with his sword, ready to guard your life.

Go on the offensive by being the one to dance with him and this man will be a blushing mess! He’s supposed to be protecting you! He’s not saying no! He’s down to dance with you!

Swears that it’s his duty to as your temporary knight to be beside you for the whole occasion! Even taking the seat next to you, that’s what knights do, right?

“Ah, Y/N Cookie dear, thank goodness you made it to the castle. I was worried last time frightened you so much.” “Please, allow us to make up for that with this ball we have prepared!”

You tried to insist that all was well and you did end up having fun at the last gathering, Jungleberry insisted that she and Royal Berry will do all they can to make you fully welcome in the Hollyberry Kingdom.

Royal Berry will make sure you always had something to eat or drink, with him requesting your plate be full of jellies if he ever saw it empty for even a second!

Jungleberry breaks the ice by striking up conversation, even mentioning her past as a huntress. You thought that sounded pretty cool, Jungleberry being a tad bit flustered by your comment. So THIS was the cookie that was driving her daughter, Knight Cookie, and mother-in-law crazy.

She felt like she understood now…her husband surely did too if his constant pampering of you at the table was any indication. The two would open up to you more after several back and forth conversations with you.

Both will be sure to give you parting gifts as you head back to your kingdom, they would also want a photo to commemorate this occasion of good friends…by hugging your sides? A bit close, but you didn’t mind it!

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Bonus

Heading back to the ferry area, you weren’t to be jumped by a forest creature. You pulled out your hidden blade, ready to defend yourself. When the creature was suddenly stabbed with a spear, causing it to screech out in pain.

A cookie suddenly jumped from its back, a tiger suddenly jumping out from the brush nearby, the cookie jumping onto its back and reaching out to you.

“Follow!”

Gladly! You took the cookie’s hand and hopped onto the butter tiger as it ran into the forest, the roars of the pained forest creature growing distant as you ventured more and more into the forest.

Once the cookie was sure the creature wouldn’t pursue them, she halted the tiger and hopped off it, then turned to you in a silent stare. It took you a few seconds to realize she was waiting on you to move off the tiger too, which you did promptly. The tiger walked a little bit away before laying down, staring at you.

You wished to thank her-

“HISS!”

Oh sorry, you didn’t mean to upset the cookie!

“Forest…is…home….but…also…dangerous…stay…here…is safe.”

But the next ferry won’t arrive until morn-

“Grr…forest…too dangerous…at night…..stay here…”

You sighed as you sat down. Well, guess you were staying with this cookie and her tiger for a while.

Introductions were made with how this cookie kept on staring at you most of the time. You were Y/N Cookie, and her?

“Purrrr…..Tiger Lily…Cookie”

Good, you were off to a good start with Tiger Lily Cookie.

She doesn’t seem to mean harm to you, but she does tend to growl if you stand too close or try to leave.

You noticed she had a hard time pronouncing words, you’d help her out with them, making sure to say them slowly to make sure she hears it clearly. She purrs in content when she’s mastered a word, even has a small smile on her face.

Will toss you a jelly fish if you were hungry. If it was the last one, you’d split it into three to share it with her and her tiger. She stared intensely at the fish in your hands, slowly taking it from your hand. She…said thank you as she munched on the fish.

As she ate, you did find it cute and reached out to pet her head. She tensed up immediately and looked up to your hand, almost making you want to reel it back before she bit you or something. To your surprise, she leaned onto it as she purred, nudging it a little to tell you to continue! Her purring was adorable!

However, as with everything, it had to come to an end. The sun rose as you opened your eyes, you seemed to have fallen asleep. You found yourself laying on the butter tiger’s side, Tiger Lily next to you, leaning on you. You chuckled to you’re self as you nudged her awake.

Tiger Lily, come on, the sun was up. It was time for you to move on.

She growled as she leaned on you more.

“Grrr…no…forest…dangerous…”

Come on now, you had to go.

“Noooo….stay….”

Tiger Lily….

“Hsssss!”

You tried nudging her off of you, but she’s pretty much full on hugging you at this rate, burying her face into your chest. You tried crawling backwards, but she only followed after, ending with you on the ground and Tiger Lily on top of you, arms and legs wrapped around your body, she looked up at you with a pout.

“Not…safe…stay…with me..!”

You sigh in defeat as you went and stroked her hair, earning her purring in response. You hoped your cookies back home would understand the minor inconvenience in schedule when you failed to return back to the Cookie Kingdom on time.

[levmada]

When I saw that u made an event, I know I need to participate 😳😳

Pls if u don't mind, Levi with Royalty AU and "Wow, i really can't speak huh? Must be because on how pretty u look"

Thank you!! >_>

of course of course!!

content/warnings: arranged marriage but you actually like each other, kind of suggestive themes, so fluffy, themes of misogyny in the background, a little hurt/comfort

wc: 1.9k

The food? It was heaven on your tongue. An assorted meal of buttered potatoes, sweet tangerines, sliced strawberries, and apples ripened to perfection. A smorgasbord of smoked meat: hams and steaks and chopped pork. Hors d'oeuvres as delightful as the feast itself, and heavy, aged wines. Tangy juices, spring water, teas. Desserts including baked butterscotch and cream that melted on your tongue.

The decor could have been mistaken for divinity. Despite your status as royalty since the day of your birth, you had never seen such light gleam off the chandeliers, and such full color woven into the royal tapestries in a hundred deep, brilliant patterns. Streamers of silk and gifts—most courtesy of Levi’s kingdom—in neat wrappings that you felt guilty just to tear.

The reception, well... you were nervous. The positive was that you had met the Queen, Levi’s mother, multiple times before this night. She was a dove, as always.

You couldn’t say the same for the premiers of the noble families who attended, and worse, your own family, who each spoke in blushed murmurs. Your own mother waited until the servings of soft, fluffy cake to explain to you your next… role.

Your and Levi’s union had been arranged, that’s true, but unlike many arrangements, neither of you objected to it.

He had had the most reservations in the beginning. Unlike the crown princes of most, if not all kingdoms, Levi is blunt to the point of rudeness. Outspoken, crude, and he doesn’t appreciate his fate being taken out of his hands.

You had never met anyone like him in your life, and you reveled in him.

Acting the way you had been coached to all your life, a “goody-goody”, was frowned upon by him. You could be yourself fearlessly, as he always was, and as such your connection grew organically. It was real.

Tonight, he made snide comments about the older folk he said looked as ugly as their fat old bulldogs they tugged around on gilded leashes.

“They pretend their shit doesn’t stink,” he would snort.

Around him, you always found yourself stifling a giggle with your hand slapped over your mouth, and always, Levi would turn your head towards him to kiss your knuckles so he might see the genuine smile on your face.

It was apostasy to kiss before the exchanging of rings, but said kiss was far from your first, admittedly. Regardless, hands shook as he slid the pure gold onto your ring finger, and your fragile breath held in your chest before your lips pressed before the entire assembly. Tears glittered.

You had never been so happy, so afraid, in your life.

Near the conclusion of the reception, you didn’t need to speak to each other to gather that something was bothering him. A harsh look sat on his face, added by the curl of his lip.

Maybe he was being lectured in the same way as you, but you had no chance to discuss it before you were rushed away to your bedchambers to “get ready”.

Your nerves were flaring, but no longer in the way you liked. The maids who fitted you in pale white stockings beneath a felt, silk slip and fur robe—they weren’t your own. You were told they were your mother’s for her, on her wedding night.

The delicate white lace itched, the corset which squeezed the breath out of your lungs could not have possibly been more tight, and your scalp ached from their efforts to make even that part of you as presentable as possible.

Presentable? you thought. The distress crawling up your spine was joined by a sudden nausea.

You almost missed it when the leading maid asked if you were comfortable.

“Yes. Quite,” slipped from your lips without a second thought, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth. You had grown up with the phrase “Beauty hurts,” in your periphery, and so you had internalized it, as you had other things that Levi vehemently disagreed with.

She mistook the troubled frown tugging down your lips for nervousness, and proceeded to “comfort” you. No words could have made you feel worse.

“Binding the union” had never come up in any of your countless conversations with Levi. It was foolish not to consider it in retrospect, but it didn't seem to matter until now. You cared for each other already, and the rarity of that by itself was enough of a blessing to forget the rest.

The semantics were always a wall of responsibility in one package, none separate. It was reserved for the future, always for later. It was inevitable, it would come, and then it would pass.

Renouncing purity. It sounded so ridiculous. The first time Levi had ever cursed in casual conversation on one of your morning walks through the courtyard, you had clapped your hand over your mouth and giggled, the way girls giggle when they share a secret.

He had rolled his eyes at you and snorted in good nature. “You’re so innocent, girlie.”

Girlie. He used that to mock you when it came to his “lack of decorum” in “impure topics” from then on. The part that always eased the sting was the way he always explained what you didn't understand... after he was finished getting a rise out of you.

“You’re ruining my innocence!” you would exclaim.

“Am I, sweetheart?”

“Yes! I’ve never heard such things.”

“I’m honored,” he would retort.

What would he call this ritual? Your thoughts began to run away from you to distract from the powders and pencils smothering your face.

‘The screwing ritual’? ‘Perverted bullshit’? You nibbled your lip.

“No no no,” a pretty maid with dashing blue eyes chided you. “Biting your lip will leave a blemish. A wife must be perfect for her husband.”

You felt sick. Never had Levi pushed to touch or kiss, even when the touch was to that point electrified, with both your lips swollen, pink lipstick stains forming a necklace around his neck.

He had sometimes been interested, sometimes not. Sometimes you asked him to stop, sometimes him when your touch wandered. Either way, you weren’t ready.

He was something of an “asshole”, so often said the fieldhands, but he was a rule-follower too, through and through. His mother’s honor was most important to him.

Even knowing what you did about him, you wondered if this ceremony was one of those important rules to him. It guaranteed his pleasure, as it does for all willing men. Women on the other hand were not so considered in your society.

Anxiety now rises into fear inside you. Each step to your new shared bedding chambers behind your maids, where you're told Levi waits, feels weightless in the precarious way, like walking a tightrope.

But on the surface, you put on a calm mask, even serene. Outside of time with Levi, and from time to time your siblings, you naturally act the way your status as a princess demands.

You don’t want to do this. The rules don’t matter to you as much as what Levi wants, but it’s mystery to you what he wants at all.

Your stockings disappear just above your knees, where the slip sways beneath your long robe. From top to bottom, you wear white. Even the lingerie and corset.

Above the corset's harsh squeeze, your sheer bridal bra covers as little as possible. It felt like nothing. Thin silk and lace.

The brief, light knocking upon the heavy oak door is done for you before your maids leave you with last fleeting adjustments to your appearance.

Luck, they wish you. “With your looks, you’ll be yanked right in!”

Mother said it's customary that you wait until your husband opens the door for you, so you wait.

Your eyes fall to the lavish carpet as the doorknob turns, then the door whines open. Levi is bare-footed.

You clear your throat and look up—Do I not look pretty enough?—only to find that Levi’s silvery eyes were away from you as well.

He is, well—a blush heats your cheeks. A trailing fur robe adorns his shoulders, but contrary to your full white garb, the rest of his robes drift around the bottoms of his calves. Except for the fur, it is hued a deep maroon, the same as his thick, jeweled necklace, signature of his kingdom. His drooping neckline swaddles his collar, exposing a peak of his chest.

“Levi?” you whisper, and finally uncross your arms; when did you do that? “Am I… presentable?”

His brow furrows further before, finally, he meets your longing gaze. His silvery blues grow wide and round as his chest rises with a soft breath.

“Don’t ask me that,” he snips. “You’re—” His gaze flits down your full figure before they land right back on the floor. “Wow, I really can’t speak, huh?”

You chuckle breathlessly.

“It must be because of how pretty you look. You, are…” He sighs again.

You toe the carpet, breath shuddering the slightest bit. “Then why won’t you look at me?”

As if realizing something startling, he peaks out into the hallway before to ushering you inside in a hurry.

“No one else saw you this way,” he says, less like a question and more like a hard statement. “No filthy men gawked at you?”

“No,” you reply softly. Your hands rise to the glass tiara placed upon your head to adjust it. “I’m sorry, I’m nervous.”

Levi frowns. With cautious hands, he reaches up and drags your hands back down to your middle. His hold stays.

His eyes seem to pierce yours. “You’re not just nervous. You always said no before, and we weren’t allowed to then,” he scoffs. “Do you really want to now?—Or do you think you do because everyone said so?”

Your lips flounder uselessly. His hold is snug, but not tight. “Do you?”

He swallows. “...N-No.” One of his hands leaves you and brushes his necklace. “This thing’s like a fucking dog collar.”

You giggle softly. That’s your Levi.

“I was wondering the same thing about you, actually; that's why I still look like this. The things the servants said when it came to you, and how I…” His jaw visibly tightens. “Sorry if you expected different.”

“No. I feel the same.”

He sighs audibly through his nose, you think in relief.

One of your hands leaves his, following up around his neck. Your thumb and forefinger slip around the clasp. A click sounds as it sags from its place.

He grunts, soothing the ache with his fingers.

“We could pretend,” you suggest. A flash of nerves fills you—how scandalizing that sounds. “It’ll be frowned upon if we don’t... I’m sure you know.”

Levi takes the necklace from you, and tilts your jaw up with his free hand. Leaning in, your lips meet in a soft kiss. It lasts just a moment.

“My beautiful wife, as clever as a fox.”

You smile with abandon. “Why, my beautiful husband, such a troublemaker.”

The hint of a smile upturning his lips sobers slightly. “They brought robes meant for us to change into after. I’ll bring them. And then… we can do what we like. Is that more what you were thinking?”

His thumb flits across the gleaming gold band encircling your ring finger. Your chest full of tenderness, you kiss him once more.

“Yes, please.”

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[sea-dukes-assistant]

Of course that I left the Tiara moment for my birthday month, because it's my party and I want to pretend that I can attend one.

Let your immagination run wild.

What are you wearing? OK, I'm gonna need y'all to work with me here, because us enlisted degenerates don't have an equivalent of "white tie," and I'll be damned if I'm not flexing my Big US Navy D*ck Energy at a fancy dinner (also, use your imagination; the cummerbund for my rank would be black, and the buttons would be silver).

Are you married to a royal? Are you married to a politician? Not married to anyone, but Sea Duke and I fuck are relationshipping on the down low and there is nothing you can do about it.

Which family is hosting it? The Brits, for the sake of the attached fic making sense (and Sir would have some pull with respect to me attending in the first place).

When is it happening? 🤷🏼‍♂️ I don't really think about these things. Read the fic if you're dying to know.

Who are you seated next to? (if you pick Princess Michael I am getting worried about your current mental health state) It's finna be weird for me no matter who I'm next to, but ideally I'd be seated across from my emotional support naval officer Sea Duke.

DON'T FORGET TO STICK TO THE FASHIONS OF THE PERIOD (something is telling me that people will get too wild). MY BAD. *unapologetically nests my balls like bald eagle eggs with complete disregard for the space-time continuum*

CW: THERE IS DUDE SEX.

Uniform Kink

“Do you want me to wear it to bed?” he asks, his voice calm despite the offhandedness of the question.

“Huh? What? Wear what?” I hadn’t been paying attention, my thoughts having been occupied with other things, such as the very long list of very raunchy things I wanted to do to him…or receive…when he wore his Royal Navy uniform. It seems I had let my staring linger a bit to long.

“This,” he answers with a slight smirk. “You’ve only been eyeballing me since dinner.”

Oh shit, he had noticed. I usually was better at hiding it, either by using peripheral vision or pretending to be interested in what the guest next to me was saying, staring past them and at him. Everyone had left, the task of tidying up had begun, his wife gone off to get ready for bed (I can’t be certain but I think she winked at us), and it was just the two of us. This was the first time I’d ever wished someone else was in the room, and I’m upset that I didn’t have a reasonable excuse to get myself out of this situation.

My attention now was on my rocks glass, and I absentmindedly swirl what bourbon was left in there, growing more mortified as I felt the familiar sensation of heat gathering at my ears. I take a sip of bourbon, trying to balance between making it look normal and the knee-jerk desire to just knock back what was left back because OH MY GOD THIS ISN’T HAPPENING.

Sea Duke leans a bit closer to me, a smirk on his face. “You know, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it.”

He might not have calmed my mild embarrassment, but he at least made me feel less of a need to fight admitting to it, less…silly. Of course he’d have done that at least once with his wife stop being weird!

The combination of his voice, his increased proximity to me, and the imagery I’ve conjured up in my head had a very immediate effect, one that I very much needed him to attend to.

I take a deep breath and finish off my bourbon. “Yes,” I finally admit as I set the glass down. I can see him smile out of the corner of my eye. “I hate that you do that.” I can’t help but crack smile though, because he’s done it again.

He cocks his head to the side and quizzically asks, “Do what?”

“Get me to admit shit like that.”

“Well it’s either we sort this out now, or I find out on tour, when you’ve made it known to the entire wardroom, standing at attention when no one told you to.” He points at the now obvious bulge in my pants, I assume to ensure I understand the joke.

“Fuck sake!” I laugh at his description and the all too realistic probability that that’d be exactly what would happen.

“You needn’t be embarrassed about it,” he says quietly, and begins nibbling my ear.

As a reflex, I take a deep breath, exhaling out my nose, mentally pushing the anxiety out, a wave of calm taking over.

“I’ll ask again,” he says, a hint of arousal in his voice, “do you want me to wear it to bed?”

“Yes,” I answer, a bit unhappy that that came out a bit more of a moan than I intended.

His mission accomplished, Sea Duke ceases his attention on my ear. “Right,” he states, in typical British fashion, before smacking his hands on his thighs. He stands up and straightens out his uniform.

I stand up as well, awkwardly wondering what to do with my empty glass, and, in his opinion, focused too much on where to put it. He clears his throat in that sort of agitated way that officers tend to do, and I instinctively just set my glass down on the coffee table, swallowing the urge to apologize for my squirrely attention span.

“There are more pressing matters for you to focus on,” he says. I look at him a bit quizzically, as I’m the one with obvious evidence of arousal. Sea Duke sighs, feigning derision. “I’ve been wanting your mouth on my dick all night,” he declares, before turning and walking towards his bedroom.

I follow him, perhaps a bit too eagerly, basking in knowing he can’t get enough of me, just as I can’t get enough of him.

He helps get me stripped down to the waist between quick, almost authoritative kisses, backing me up to the edge of his bed. Once I'm bare-chested, he nudges my shoulder and I sit, the anticipation absolutely killing me.

“I haven't even touched you and you're already hard," he says, smirking at me while he unbuttons the last gold button on his uniform jacket.

There's some embarrassment mixed with my (obvious) arousal, but I try to ignore that as I know that's not his intention. If anything, it probably turns him on a bit; I know it'd be a confidence booster to me!

“That makes me wonder how many times you've gotten yourself off to this." Again, this comes not as a statement but more of that tactic officers use when they want answers, but don't want to ask questions directly. He's definitely turned on though; I can hear it in his voice.

“I neither confirm nor deny that," I tell him. Truth is, I lost count long ago.

“It had to have been substantial, given how eager you were for it the first time."

Ah yes, the first time. That, too, was after a fancy dinner...and he was also in his Royal Navy dress blues that time, too. Damn him and his paying attention to these things. I feel my face get hot, this time unable to keep any embarrassment at bay. Even though I wanted it, and want whateverthisis, I still hadn't fully come to terms with it. However, any level of insecurity was easier to deal with than the crushing weight the repression was starting to have on me, to the point where it physically manifested in constantly feeling like it was literally sitting on my chest.

I feel his right hand on my cheek, and then his thumb in my mouth, opening it for what's to come next. I can't help but watch, a bit mesmerized, as he unzips his trousers with his other hand. I feel my dick twitch as he, with a bit of difficulty, gets his free. Even only partially hard, his size is a bit intimidating. Without hesitation, his thumb disappears, and he pushes himself into my mouth, a sigh escaping him as he does so. Ah, it's going to be that type of night; he's more aroused than he'd admit. Either it's coincidence, or he gets as excited as I do about the decision to stay in uniform. I decide not to ask and chalk it up to coincidence, given it's not a secret that he enjoys having me suck him off (we both do, in fact). The prospect of it being the latter, though, aides in my own trousers getting more tight in the crotch...as if that were possible.

Instinctively, I start working him over, taking a more...exploratory approach, shall we say. I've waited a long time for this to happen, and I'll be damned if I don't take time and enjoy it. Sea Duke is less patient, his typical officers' composure betrayed by his unusually frequent sighs, and soft moans. I shift my focus to the head, alternating between licking and sucking, his noises serving as both encouragement and a distraction against the now uncomfortable bulge in my trousers.

“Christ," he sighs. "You had to have done this before."

I pull away from him, wrapping my right hand around his solid 8 inches. "No, you're still the first. None of that has changed," I explain, looking up at him as I rub my thumb around the head. I guess he figures I've had...experiences...while underway that I've not told him about. By now the insecurity has vanished and I'm feeling damn proud of myself for having gotten him in such a state. Usually, he's the more "together" one and it's me just making a racket and failing to make words. I'm not sure if that fact alone gets him more excited, or if he just really needs to cum, but either way, he is ready.

“On your back. Now." That was an order.

I smirk at him, excited for what's about to happen, and also finally I can get some relief! Just listening to him has got me to being annoyed at my own arousal. I do as he says without hesitation. I reach towards the head of the bed and grab a pillow, fluff it, and place it behind my head. With the level of efficiency one would expect from a German (he'll say he's Greek but let's be real here), I'm unceremoniously stripped down the rest of the way, until I'm bare ass naked. Then, his hand is on me.

“Oh fuck yes," I sighed, grateful to finally have contact.

“Reality better than the fantasy?" Sir asks, eyebrows raised and that damn smirk on his face again.

“Yes sir," I answer, my breath hitching as he gives me a squeeze.

“Mmm, I can tell. I wouldn't even have to touch you, would I?"

Indeed he would not. Sea Duke, Admiral of the Fleet, in his blues, his zipper down, his thick dick out and dripping pre-cum, stroking every inch of me in a slow, easy manner that conflicts with his earlier impatience, was even more than I could have asked for.

“N-no sir," I stutter. My stomach muscles tighten as I try to control myself.

“Right then," he chirps, immediately removing his hand. I whine about that, against my better judgement. He leans over me, and I moan as his dick makes contact with mine. It feels heavy and oddly comforting.

“Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, his voice low and husky with arousal. I could answer, but he's taken to nibbling on my ear, which combined with the motion of his hips is absolute murder on my nerves. I hate him. I hate him for the way he teases me. I hate it but fuck, do I love it.

“Use your words," he says as he grinds against me, his mouth not leaving my ear.

I moan.

He grinds against me again.

“"YES," I blurt out. "Yes sir...god...fuck..." I gasp, nearly finishing right then.

I feel him slowly start to prep me, and as always, he offers his own unique form of distraction.

“I do hope this is a suitable solution to your problem. We would be at sea for months. I take no issue with it but...I don't need the entire wardroom wanting to moor in my port. Although," he stands back up and removes his fingers, "I couldn't blame them for that. You are rather...eager to please." My dick twitches again at his words.

“I like pleasing you," I say, horny out of my mind.

“Mmm you always do," Sir says, easing himself into me, gentle as always, until his entire length is sheathed. He wraps my legs around his waist and strokes me, lazily, while waiting for me to get comfortable, obviously enjoying himself. All I can do is lean my head back and sigh, basking in the slight stinging mixed with intense pleasure. Fuck he's so good to me.

I buck up into his hand, a signal that he can proceed, and he begins to thrust, slowly at first, until he finds the exact angle he needs.

“"I think I like you best like this," he says, smiling at me as he pulls out, then thrusts back in.

I think I like it best, too.

@yeet-didnt-start-the-fire

[v-writes-2202]

Scapegoat

I am the chum they throw in the water to attract sharks. I am the steak they toss to the angry dog, to distract him long enough to avoid a nasty bite. The excuse, the alibi, the kid who threw the baseball that shattered the window, nevermind the fact that we are all playing in the yard. The root of the problem, the complication of whatever cancer that killed the body. The bodyguard. The butler who tries the food before the royals to ensure it is not poisoned. 

The scapegoat. 

I accepted this role with vigor. I started fights with no intention of finishing them, in the hopes that my sisters, my mother, my little brother, would not have to bloody their knuckles. I take on more than I can handle, without regard to how twisted a spiral will result from this. I put myself, my needs, my body, my mind, on the line, to protect my charges. My sisters, my mother, my little brother. I am the thing that stands in between. I am the thing that takes hit after hit, until I fall, to ensure the blows are blunted against all I have pushed behind me. What is one more black eye, one more split lip, if it means others will not have to endure the same? What is a bad reputation and dirt smeared onto my name if it can wrap up our family’s issues with a neat little bow? What are all my issues if they cannot explain why mom and dad don’t love each other anymore? If they cannot explain why our family is falling apart? If they cannot masquerade as something pathologic, disguising the fact that they are just symptomatology? I will gladly take the fall, if it means my charges will endure this disease with a little less pain. It is my job. It doesn’t matter that it will ruin me. 

Now that the smoke has cleared, now that the fire is extinguished, now that the fallout has subsided, I am still in the trenches. I am still spiraling, ruining, enacting old screenplays I am no longer cast in. But it was worth it. To me at least. Transference. Their pain has become my burden, and knowing what it feels like, I would take it on every fucking time. I am glad to be the problem, regardless of what it is costing me. I will take the angry phone calls, and the awkward dinners where I pretend my sister is too busy with work to attend. I will take the inauthentic apologies and the manipulative riddles trying to justify beating a kid, I will take the pressure of “don’t say no,” the pain of childhood artifacts, the role of the shoulder to lean on, even though my own life is an absolute disaster, I will take on the novelty of dependency because of that, will take on the role of organizer of family gatherings, will come up with appropriate excuses for all those who don’t want to attend without losing face, will argue with whatever fucked up shit the “bad” relatives come up with in defense, etc, etc. 

  It is expected now. That I will be the fuck up. That I will be the reason for everyone’s pain. Fine. If that helps you, fine. I’ll take it. If it helps you, I will take it. Perhaps I am misguided, perhaps I have misinterpreted my role. Maybe I really AM the reason for all your burdens. If that is true I am sorry. Just know I have tied my absolute hardest to take the weight from your shoulders. To be the messenger, the bait, the distraction. The scapegoat. I mean you no harm. I want to protect you.

I hope that I was able to dilute it, all the toxic waste headed your way. I hope it wasn’t for nothing. I hope my messes were enough to keep you clean, as illogical as it sounds. I hope I could take enough of the dysfunction to let you stay functional. I hope my shoulders are heavy enough that yours are weightless.

[tymes]

Blue Devils: Chapter 2- Position Tatum

A warehouse turned into a residential house is one of the prettiest things I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing and something that I’m proud to call my own. Because of who I am, I’m not allowed to live in the shelter apartments with the other women and men. I’ve never been upset about that, but other people have. They thought it’d stunt my learning and growth of the clan if I was to live on my own, but it’s been beneficial instead.

“Is Noah still asleep?” I ask Beth as I walk inside. She’s my maidservant, but I like calling her my assistant.

“She is, and she’s sleeping pretty hard,” she answers. “Also, I made some iced coffee and bagels for you.”

“Is the coffee spiked? Alcohol would do wonders right now.”

“No,” she laughs. “It’s just the average mix of cream and sugar.”

I slip off my shoes and collapse on a broad, soft sofa. Beth nudges me to sit up as she brings the cup of coffee and plate of bagels to me. “Cream cheese?”

I give a nod of approval as I adjust myself into a sitting position with my legs stretched across the sofa.

“Rough morning?” Beth asks, retrieving the cream cheese from the fridge.

“Of course,” I bite into the bagel. “Angel wouldn’t be Angel if she didn’t start some shit with me.”

“Oh, that girl again,” she grins. “Let me guess, you forgot something this time?”

“Nope,” I munch. “I supervised their jog this morning, and some dipshit locked us out.”

“That wasn’t your fault.”

“Exactly! It’s okay, though. Josie got her for me.”

Beth lets out a soft laugh as a loud whistle fills the house.

“You’re making tea!” I exclaim. “Share!”

She shakes her head, sipping from the small cup she just prepared. “I’ve already put too much caffeine in you, young lady. You can have some later.”

“All it does is make me sleepy,” I yawn.

“All the more reason you don’t need it. You’ll wake up bouncing around like a rabbit in spring. I have no time for that.”

I chuckle with Beth before sprawling out across the couch and closing my eyes. I’m going to need some rest to conquer this day. I can feel it.  

Respect is given throughout the organization, regardless of who you are or the status you hold. However, the royals are the people you respect the most. You watch your mouth when in their presence, and you obey when commanded. These are the people that keep order in the group. These are the people that ensure your safety as well as that of the community where your family could very well live. These are the people that make sure you’re fed and finance your life in the shelter. Never disobey a royal, and never disrespect one either.

Will you die if you do something wrong? No, because a royal would never have you killed. You will be punished though, and that alone would make you wish you were dead.

“Alright, alright! Calm down.”

I sit in a corner of the crowded room, my hands in my lap and my eyes on the two people in the center of us all. About ten feet behind them is Frankie, standing with his hands behind his back and his legs apart. He almost looks like a military man. I shuffle in my seat, struggling to get comfortable on the milk crate given to me by the people around me.

“You’re okay, right?” I hear from my left. “We can find you a chair if you want.”

“No, no! This is fine!” I exclaim. I don’t want anyone to sacrifice anything for me. It’s just a seat; this gathering shouldn’t take long anyway. Still, I can’t help but fantasize about leaving this place and going home to my Noah. My bright-eyed, brown-skinned little girl.

“Is everybody here and accounted for?” The king’s voice bellows around the big room, reaching the ear of each person who attended. “If so, we’re going to start.”

“First of all, thank you for choosing to be a member of this organization. Thank you for being a Devil. We’re appreciative that so many of you chose us, and this! You chose honor and dignity and the happiness of not just yourselves, but your community. Thank you!”

The room bursts into applause and howls of joy, many shouting the name “Judge” at the top of their lungs. I watch him gesture for silence as he prepares to speak again.

“Next, I’d like to thank each of you that are standing for standing.”

The room chuckles and grins.

“I know it can be a bit of an inconvenience, but you all know that I like to keep our gathering hall spotless and free of clutter. So, if you have a seat, ensure you take it with you when you leave. Nothing is to be in the gathering hall once we all disperse. Nothing.”

Nods of approval and low mutters are heard across the room as Judge motions for silence once more.

“You’re all doing a good job at keeping the peace,” he says. “You’re all doing a good job at protecting this community and responding when need be! You’re all doing a great job at your jobs, and I want to thank you for that! Thank you, Devils, for being everything but devils!”

Clapping and joyous shouts erupt through the room once more, but he’s quicker at silencing everyone this time. He’s just about done.

“All I want to say is, keep up the good work, Devils. Keep it up! I know I say this a lot, but you are loved and appreciated more than you’ll ever know. Thank you, again, for choosing to be a member of the Blue Devils! Now, before we leave, does anyone have any complaints that I need to address? Any problems of any kind? Speak now or hold your peace.”

“I do!” I watch the hand of Angel shoot up into the air along with two other women.

Bitches.

“Oh, okay,” Judge nods, looking over at Alicia, his queen. “Well, meet me in my office as soon as we adjourn.”

She nods with a smile, looking over at Frankie.

Damnit. I hope I don’t have to go, too.

[comradekatara]

would love to hear your thoughts re: these kids who have not finished high school being in charge of global geopolitics!

right. so, aang became a fully-realized avatar by the time he was 13, and zuko was crowned firelord when he was 16 (17? at most), which means that these kids (the avatar, the firelord, and their other traumatized teenage friends) who are tasked with restoring balance to the world might not even know algebra??? (which is fine, they have sokka to do all their math for them, but) it is kind of sad to think about (even beside the obvious reason of "is it a good idea for children to be ruling the world?????") because some of them would really thrive in school, whether in regards to the academic aspect and/or the social.

post-iceberg, aang spent a total of two days at school. well, there was a lot of learning the elements... not so much learning reading writing and 'rithmetic. but the thing is, he liked school. he enjoyed feeling like a normal kid, learning (or at the very least, gathering intel and being exposed to imperialist propaganda) and making friends like he used to before he learned he was the avatar and was henceforth isolated from his peers. perhaps he could take a trip to omashu to be with his dear friend bumi, helping rebuild and reintegrate all the refugees (now fully cured of pentapox) back into the city. and while he’s there, he could go to school (presumably schools in omashu would have a very progressive curriculum that centers creativity and individuality, rather than rote memorization and measuring success through metrics such as grades and test scores), and he can even wear a fancy hat if he doesn't feel like being singled out for being the avatar. it’s what he deserves ok!!!!

so presumably zuko didn’t have like, math tutors during his banishment. just firebending training 24/7. but now that he’s the firelord he’s supposed to know how to manage the economy of a nation that just lost a world war, redistributing the budget of his own country while paying reparations to other nations. you think he knows how to do that??? he doesn’t even know how to hammer a nail into a piece of wood. all he knows is fancy firebending moves, find the avatar, and theater. unfortunately he does not have time to go to school, so he just has to hope that his advisors are really good at their jobs.

azula definitely got the math genes, as well as the ability to memorize complex military history and plan strategically. due to her intelligence and staunch perfectionism she was obviously a star pupil among the royal academy as well as her private tutors. but like..... does she know anything about art?? literature??? she clearly inherited the theatricality her entire family so adores (both out of enjoyment for theater as an artform and due to the fascism/elitism of it all) but I get the feeling that much like how zuko let math/war/masc shit be azula’s domain, azula didn’t want to involve herself in frivolous artistic pursuits and other gay shit et cetera. but I also do think that exploring art in all its forms (including tea-making as a matter of fact) could be really helpful and healing for her.

katara and toph wouldn’t want to go to any kind of formal school (it’s all rules and authority—disgusting!!!) but they probably had a comprehensive enough elementary school education—katara from the women in her village and toph from private tutors at the beifong estate. obviously there still would be a lot of gaps in their knowledge, but they’re both very smart and well-traveled so they can get away with learning necessary information as they need to and otherwise getting by with the education they already have. it’s not like you can force them to do homework; they’d pummel you into the ground! (sokka knows from experience.) besides, they're the best benders of their respective elements and great at teaching, so (they would argue) there's really no reason for them to be attending school when they are otherwise teaching students of their own.

suki definitely received a solid education on kyoshi island growing up, learning extensively about the history of kyoshi as well as other basic information one might need to navigate life. but after the war she doesn’t care to pursue anything more than that. sometimes sokka gives her books and she reads them and then they engage in an intelligent discussion about the text. and that’s the closest she’s ever getting to “going to school” again—she’s a war hero u cannot make her do that shit!!!!

mai and ty lee went to the royal fire academy for girls with azula so they did receive a basic education as kids, but it’s unclear just how much or even what they learned. presumably it was similar to aang’s experience in a fire nation school, but also more elite and more intense probably. I don’t think ty lee would ever continue a formal education after that, since the idea of being taught and evaluated by guys who are so much dumber than she is simply does not appeal to her. but I think mai would do well and have fun in college provided she was taking interesting courses.

as for sokka, he desperately needs a formal education, just because he’s spent so long trying to be a perfect warrior, and now he finally gets the opportunity to be (the world’s most annoying) star pupil. imagine how much he would delight in knowing more than any given professor and condescendingly telling them as much, only for them to be like “if you clearly know so much then why don’t you teach the class?” and so he takes that as a challenge and steps up to the board and explains the concept with far more accuracy and clarity than the professor had, and suddenly he’s teaching half the classes at ba sing se university and all these tenured professors who resent the hell out of this kid are forced into the position of being his TA. and mai is just sitting in the back of the room (they go to school together) eating popcorn.

(oh, and yes, sokka just does all of zuko and katara’s math/budgeting for them because they refuse to do things with numbers for as long as they live, whereas he, much to their horror, actually finds it fun.)

and as for the implications not just personally for these kids, but politically speaking, how their lack of experience and formal education would affect the world, it honestly does make sense that if the white lotus were to step out of the shadows at any point in history, it would be during the first few years of the reign of firelord zuko / the era of avatar aang. idk how old the average firelord is when they take the throne, but zuko is very much still Going Thru It and aang will always have a divided duty to the world that he cannot handle alone. and i've talked before about how sokka would help aang out in this regard, and he would also help zuko as firelord and katara when she takes over as chief (and kuei even though he's twice sokka's age just because he's a moron), but then again, sokka is also a child??

so while iroh claims that he'll never involve himself in politics again He Makes Tea Now, surely there are other members of the white lotus who can help out. hell, i'm sure there are competent adults who aren't even in a secret ancient board game club! hakoda is a pretty great, wise, compassionate leader, and the other members of the swt we meet seem swell too. haru's dad tyro, teo's dad (the mechanist), huu from the swamp, oyaji (the mayor of suki's village), the sun warrior leader (does he have a name? i forget), and even some fire nation defectors are all examples of adults who are neither white lotus nor incompetent! while atla is a kids' show and thus empowers kids to do anything they set out to achieve and be better than the previous generation(s) that failed them, there are a realistic number of adults who aren't wholly terrible. and some of them (king bumi, piandao, hakoda, to name a few) are actually awesome and brilliant. so while there's still a lot of pressure on these kids to fix the world and create a tenuous peace out of a devastating mess wrought by their forefathers (well, mostly zuko's forefathers), they do still have people who can guide and teach them.

[inkandpen22]

The Princess and The Pogue (Pt. 8)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader 

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, swearing, underage drinking, drugs 

Part Summary: Y/N must attend the dinner her parents planned. After, she and Topper attend Kelce’s party. 

A/N: not proof read bc school is life rn but I wanna keep updating. ALSO DANG TOPPER IS SPICY IN THIS!!!!

Masterlist

Your dad hands the keys over to the valet as the other Club worker opens your car door and offers you his hand. You accept, slipping out of the SUV gracefully. Rhett meets you, offering you his arm for which you take and follow him inside. 

"I can't breathe," you inhale shapely. 

"Hot?" Your brother guesses as he buttons up his blazer. 

"No, this satin dress doesn't give at all and Mom made me get a size smaller because she thought it made me look thinner," you grumble, tugging at the unforgiving fabric. 

"She's probably just trying to punish you because of the whole diabolical with Crystal," he points out. 

"Oh, I know she is, she hates that some of her and Dad's friends saw it. They wouldn't shut up about it when I got home," you whisper between the two of you as you cross the threshold into the Club. 

You stop in the lobby with your parents a few feet ahead at the hostess podium with Sarah's parents and Topper's mom. You spot Rafe at the bar with a scotch in hand, Sarah nowhere to be seen. If she managed to get out of this dinner you'll be royally pissed, mainly jealous. 

"Where were you last night anyway?" Rhett’s brows scrunch together. 

"After Topper dropped me off I went over to Sarah's," you lie without a hint of hesitation. 

"What?" He frowns in confusion. "But after lunch Rafe, Kelce, and I went back to his house? Rafe said Sarah was with that John B kid.” 

"Yeah, I picked Sarah up before you guys got there and we hung out for a little bit. After, I dropped her off at John B's," you conjure up as you go. 

"So then where did you sleep?" Rhett inquires, pressing further. 

"On Mars, Rhett!” You snap, much to your brother’s surprise. “Jesus, Mary, and the damn camel," you curse under your breath. 

"Why do you swear all of a sudden? It's not polite, especially in this setting," he hisses between his teeth, checking around for any prying eyes. 

"Because maybe I've lost my marbles or PMSing, you pick," you bite back quietly. 

"Whatever, I'm going to go grab a drink," he huffs, holding his hands up in surrender. "You should do the same," he suggests before disappearing toward the bar and lounge. 

You linger in your spot, observing your fellow Kooks go about their business in their fancy dinner attire. You honestly wonder if some of them ever leave the Club or if they keep closets in the locker rooms. 

“One gin and tonic,” Topper announces as he appears beside you with two glasses. 

“God, I love you," you mumble, taking the drink from him and immediately taking a sip. 

He rubs his hand up and down your bare arm. “You seem tense." 

“I’m practically in a corset!" You roll your eyes. 

“You look amazing,” he compliments with a charming smile. 

“Thanks...” You sigh, unsure of where you two stand. 

After this afternoon, after... well... everything said, you don't know the dynamic between you and Topper. Despite the uncertainty, you still depend on him to get you through this dinner. You feel as though your only friends at the table are Topper and Sarah, and even those two don't like each other. 

“Geez Topper...” You huff in disapproval. 

“Sorry! But you gotta admit it’s not exactly the Four Seasons...” He chuckles. 

“Hey Y/N!” Sarah greets, appearing from the bathroom. “Where did you get here?”

“Minutes ago and I’m already over it,” you grumble.

“If you need a ride to John B’s, he’s picking me up after,” she offers.

You exhale deeply, glancing between her and Topper, unsure of what to say. Yes, you have plans with JJ, but you also aren’t confident in speaking about it in front of Topper.

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. I might want to run home first or something,” you satisfy her and remain vague.

“Topper! Y/N! Sarah!” Your dad waves you guys over as the hostess prepares to seat you all. 

“I’ll see you guys out there, I’m going to grab a drink!” Sarah announces before dismissing herself. 

You and Topper begin toward the doors leading out to the patio, a few yards behind your families. 

“Kelce is after a party later, would you maybe wanna come with me?” Topper offers with a smirk.

“I’m supposed to..." You catch yourself before you mention JJ. "Maybe for a little bit.”

“You’re supposed to meet him?” Topper predicts correctly, making you awkwardly take a sip of your drink and avoid his gaze. “Maybe if you drink enough you’ll start seeing two and The Cut wouldn’t look like utter shit," Topper insults passive-aggressively.  

“I’ll come and have a drink, but that’s all!" You agree to go with Topper to the Kelce's reluctantly. "I don’t want anything that Rafe has up his sleeve.” 

“Noted," Topper gives you a reassuring smile.

"Wait," you halt, giving Topper's arm a slight squeeze. You feel the overwhelming need to speak with Topper for a second before you all gather around a table like one big interconnected family. "Do you know?”

“About what?” The boy frowns in confusion. You glance over at your family anxiously, watching everyone disappear onto the patio outside. Topper takes your hand in his and turns to you. “Y/N, what is it?” 

“That our parents practically have the wedding favors picked out," you rush out nervously, unable to fully believe that this is your reality. 

Topper exhales deeply, his eyes falling to the floor. He does know. “My mom has made some interesting passive comments lately," he nods. "I suspected but I wasn’t positive.” 

“My mom spoke to me before we got here," you describe, checking around the room for any eavesdroppers. "She wanted me to gloat, hang on you, and basically show the Camerons that we’re... I don’t even know...” You shake your head frantically. 

“Together,” Topper finishes your sentence. 

“It sounds so ancient but ‘promised to each other,’" you explain in greater detail. "It’s insane! I mean, we’re only in high school!” 

"You don’t have to do anything!” He comes up with a game plan to get you both through the evening. “Let’s just continue as we have been. They’ll be satisfied and we won’t be losing our willpower.” 

“Okay,” you swallow hard with a faint nod. 

“It’ll be okay," Topper reaches up and cups your cheek comfortingly, peering into your eyes. He leans forward, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

__________________________________

Well into the evening, Kelce's house is packed to the brim with teenage Kooks and some tourons that snuck their way in. Music blasts from the speakers in the ceiling and water from the pool are scattered across the tile living room. Everyone's in their bathing suits, traveling in and out of the water. Cups litter the floor and various conversations overwhelm the ears. On the balcony, you find yourself leaning against the railing watching people jump off the roof into the pool below as Topper does lines with Rafe on the coffee table just a few feet away. Your bare stomach exposed by your bikini presses against the cool glass railing, keeping you awake. 

"Come on, Princess!" Rafe waves you over, overtly intoxicated. "Got enough for you!" 

“I don’t want anything Rafe!” You remind him. 

“You will," he chuckles, not believing you for a second. "Once you start drinking you always do. You could just skip the innocent act and let yourself go.” 

Topper rises from his seated position and walks over to join you. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as he leans against the rail. He sniffs a few times, making sure all of the coke remains inside. 

“One more drink and we’re leaving,” you tell Topper quietly between the two of you. 

"I know," he nods, planting a kiss on your temple. “We’ll go.” 

You turn toward, peering down at the people as they mess around in the pool. Topper stands behind you, his arms gripping the railing on either side of you. His chest presses to your back as he leans down and plants a kiss to your neck. You tilt your head to the side, granting him better access, causing him to smile against your skin. You’re not sure why you get this way with him when you drink. You’ve thought it over a million times over the years. Is it because it’s what you soberly want but are too afraid to admit? Or, is it because it’s a way to let go? Either way, you and Topper become insufferable whenever you two get too deep, which why you refuse to do anything. If you get any deeper... well... Bermuda is a prime example. 

1 hour later.... 

The drinks slip by you and you quickly lose track of the number. Tequila shots, margarita mix, gin, and coke, everything's mixed. The music has become louder, the colored lights have become brighter, your senses are doing their best to remain active, but your mind is fading. You love this feeling, not having a care in the world. The weight that your parents have placed on your shoulders has long disappeared. Half an hour ago, you and Topper were sharing a joint with Kelce on the roof and now you two are caught in a beer pong tournament.You're slowly starting to lose interest in the game, eager to jump off the roof into the pool as you've seen daredevils do all night. 

"Come on, Top! Please!" You tug on the boy's arm, pleading with him again to jump off the roof with you. 

He does his best to focus on the game at hand, the ball in his hand to take a shot. He squeezes your hand and brings it to his lips for a quick peck. "One second, Baby." 

Drunkenly, you rest your forehead against his bicep, waiting for him to take his shot. Topper tosses the ball, making it into the final cup and the rules call for no redemption. 

“We win!” Topper cheers, causing you to lift your head. Again! The champions!” 

“Woohoo!” You giggle, raising your cup in the air.

Topper wraps his arms around your waist and picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he spins you. He tilts his head back, exposing his sharp jawline as he peers up at you. Staring into his eyes, you two are so immersed in each other that you get carried away and your lips meet. Neither of you is in the right mind to comprehend it, but this is a pattern. You two get intoxicated on a mixture of alcohol and drugs and your natural touchy friendship gets an intensity boost. 

Kelce whistles at the sight of you, urging you guys on. “They act like they’re not together, then they do that!” He not so well whispers to Rafe. 

"Same shit, different night," Rafe grumbles, clearly jealous. He silently wishes he was Topper. He would give anything to have a chance with you. “I wonder how Rhett would feel learning his sister is a slut for his best friend.” 

Kelce shoves him on the shoulder. “Don’t be an ass. Besides, Rhett knows Topper has a thing for her.” 

“But does Y/N have a thing for him or is it just sex?” Rhett challenges, watching you two and hating it. 

Topper lets you down as your lips part. His hands slip down your waist to rest on your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. You bite down on your lower lip, your attention on Topper's smirk.  

“Hey Top!" Rafe pulls Topper's attention and tosses him a metal canister. "For you my friend!" 

Topper pops open the old Altoids container to reveal a pile of color tabs. "Aw no," Topper laughs, tossing his head back. 

“Woah woah woah!" You place your hand over Topper's before has the chance to even think about taking anything. You glare at Rafe, "what is that?” 

“Candy,” Rafe snickers sarcastically. He rises from his seat position and stands before you, taking the tin from Topper. “Here take one," the boy offers with raised brows.  

You push the container back to Rafe. “No, I said I didn’t want to do anything tonight!” 

Beside you, Topper reaches into the container, selects a square piece carefully with the provided tweezers, and places the rainbow paper on his tongue. 

“Try it, Princess,” Rafe pressures with a smirk. 

You glance between Rafe and Topper. The blonde gives you a wink. "You'll feel good," he assures you, rubbing his hand up and down your spine slowly. 

You think it over for a second to the best of your ability. You said you wouldn't do anything hard tonight, but you also don't want to sober up anytime soon. You feel too good. You wish you felt this way all the time. You love yourself when you're carefree. On a whim, you give in and pick up the tweezers to select a piece. You place the bit on your tongue, earning a mischievous smirk from Rafe and words from approval from Topper. You don't know much about what Rafe does, but you know from watching that it takes a while for stuff like this to kick in, so you wait. 

Thirty minutes later... 

After taking swim minutes ago, you and Topper seek some privacy away from the party antics to dry off. You two travel up to the third floor of the house in the dark, this part of the house practically untouched by the people below. You shuffle along the floor in the hall in search of the balcony. You nearly trip of the runner, but Topper catches you by the waist. 

“Oh shit!” You gasp. Abruptly, Topper squats down and tucks his arm under your legs. You fly up and he begins to carry you bridal style. “Topper!” You giggle. 

“Like a proper princess, let me carry you up the tower!” He jokes. 

“You’re ridiculous!” You laugh as Topper navigates his way through Kelce's room toward the screen door leading outside. 

You tilt your head back, letting your hair flow as Topper carries you out onto the balcony. The night breeze and salty scent of the ocean fill your senses. Whatever Rafe gave you is immaculate. You've never felt so connected to the world before. Suddenly, Topper releases you, letting you fall onto one of those massive round loungers with a squeal. You lay back onto the lounger, pondering the sensation of the soft fabric beneath you. 

“You’re exquisite,” Topper admires, towering over you with a gawking look on his face. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows with a smirk. "You too." 

Topper plops down beside you, sliding to be close to your side. His fingertips glide up and down your arm. “How are you feeling?” 

Your eyes fall shut with a grin. “Like I’m on a cloud," you describe in a whisper as you ponder the sensation of his warm fingers on your cool skin. “You feel on fire. So warm...” 

“Do you like it?” He asks in a whisper and you can feel the warm breath wave over your cheek. 

You hum, focusing on every detail of his touch. You exhale deeply as Topper brushes his lips across your collar bone and planting a kiss on your skin. 

“Do you regret us?” He whispers. You don't see it, but Topper watches you intently with a softly broken expression. He hopes you don't. God, does he want to beg you to be his, only his. 

You shake your head, breathless. "No." 

Glad to say the least, Topper moves his attention to your neck, kissing and sucking hard on the sensitive skin. His hand roams your waist down to your inner thigh, making you inhale sharply. Your back arches off the lounger and toward his hand between your legs. You crave to feel more of him. 

“Are you sure?” He checks quietly in your ear. 

“Yes,” you exhale, too overwhelmed by the pleasure growing inside you to focus on his questions. 

As you kisses Topper, you chase the sensation he’s giving you. You're addicted to the way he makes you feel. Topper's lips travel down from your jawline to your chest. The memories of winter break, Bermuda, every intense moment you and Topper have ever shared are your driving force right now. As Topper leaves a trail of affection down your collarbone to your chest, he begins to untie your bikini. Then, your thoughts fixate on JJ. His face flickers across your mind. Physically, you want Topper, but all you can think about is JJ. You wonder where he is, what he's doing, if he's thinking about you. 

You're so far into your own thoughts that your body goes through the motions subconsciously. You're partially distracted by your thoughts of JJ, but the drugs and alcohol also cloud your mind. You're not entirely sure how things escalated, but deep down you're not shocked. It's you and Topper, you've never been fully satisfied when it comes to one another. You can't help but to feel everything, pondering the glorious and overwhelming pleasure as Topper thrusts into you. 

You bite down on her lip, restricting yourself from accidentally whispering JJ’s name. “Topper,” you pant, focusing. 

“Say it again, Beautiful,” Topper pants, planting a kiss to your chest as he picks up his pace. 

“Please Topper,” you whisper breathlessly. 

“God, you’re so perfect,” he grunts, finding himself getting closer with each syllable leaving your lips. 

Topper is your greatest addiction. He’s everything you're supposed to want. He’s utterly devoted to you and secretly you crave his attention. You roll your hips, making him go deeper inside of you, much to his surprise. 

“Fuck Y/N,” he moans in your ear. 

“Holy shit,” you mutter uncontrollably. 

“You always feel so good," Topper swallows hard. "I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.” 

Your nails graze down his back, knowing how much he loves that. “Keep going, I’m so close,” you plead, needing him closer though you know that's impossible. 

“That’s it, Beautiful," Topper guides. "Cum for me,” he demands more than requests. 

“Yes, Topper!" You moan, chasing the high. "Yes!” 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Topper whispers against the skin of your neck and planting a kiss on your jawline. 

He lifts his head, meeting your gaze. The moment is intimate and draws you two together. You nod, staring into his eyes. “Cum for me." 

You feel Topper finish inside you, a sensation you've experienced almost a dozen times, but it's never enough. Knowing that you can make Topper feel so free and satisfied sometimes keeps you awake at night. Topper  settles down on the lounger next to you, panting. 

You glance at one another, meeting each other's gaze as you catch your breath. You two laugh, in disbelief of what just occurred. 

“Wow!” Topper chuckles. 

You raise your brows, in awe. “I know." 

“And I thought we wouldn’t outdo Bermuda,” he recalls. 

“I swear Bermuda was the Twilight Zone or something," you giggle. "I only remember flashes of it.”

Topper's eyes grow wide and he places his hand over yours. “Do you remember when we found Rafe with that Brazilian chick!” 

“Oh my God!" You gasp, turning onto your side to face him. "They were on that nasty leather couch that Kelce spilled the grenadine all over!” 

“We were off our asses most of the time,” Topper remembers, pulling you into his side. His arm wraps around you like a protective blanket. 

“Facts, we didn’t see Rafe or Kelce for most of it," you add with a snicker. "I think my brother slept out by the pool every night." 

“I honestly don’t even remember Rhett after the plane landing," Topper confesses, his eyes flicker up to the stary sky. "Plane lands, a week goes by no recollection of Rhett, see Rhett on the plane.” 

“You’re kidding!” You gasp. 

“Dead serious! I swear we left him at the airport,” Topper elaborates with a wide grin. 

“He carried you home from the bar that third night!” You remind him. 

His eyes grow wide, utterly surprised. “I thought that was you!” 

“How could it have been me?!” You swiftly counter, laughing harder than you have in a while. 

“That’s why I was so confused!” He reasons. 

“You’re insane!” You struggle to say between fits of laughter. 

You two share in your laughter, not having had a moment like this in a while. You guys have had so much going on that the last time you truly felt at peace together and free to let go was Bermuda. Had you known that coming home would've meant the end of your two's peace of mind, you're not sure if you would've left. You rest your cheek against his chest, settling in comfortably. 

“I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us this way,” he confesses softly. 

“I forgot how good it could be,” you admit with a content smile. 

 Topper glides his fingertips up and down your spine. “Well, I guess that proves it then.” 

You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest to meet his gaze. “Proves what?” 

“It’s JJ,” Topper sighs, giving you a knowing look. 

Your brows scrunch together in confusion. Swiftly, you shuffle through your memories of minutes before, did you say JJ's name? You're almost certain you didn't. You did everything in your power not to. “What do you mean?” 

“I can tell," he shrugs, bringing a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. "It felt great but also different than before. I knew when I had you. I don’t anymore.” 

Your eyes fall to your hand resting on his chest, avoiding his gaze. He caresses your cheek lovingly, despite knowing the truth. “I’m sorry, Topper...” you mumble, full of guilt. 

“It’s okay," he tries to reassure you. "You can love two people at the same time, just in their own way.” 

"I just..." you sit up, frustrated and unable to fully put into words what you're struggling with. Topper sits up beside you, rubbing your back. "When I'm with JJ I'm this one person and when I'm with you I'm completely different! I'm not sure which one is the real me." 

"You don't have to have all answers, just take it day by day," he advises reasonably. "Right now, let's just forget everything else and be here. Nothing can bother us here." 

You exhale deeply and Topper guides you to lay back down. You two stare up at the sky in each other's arms, the faint sounds of the party below not invading either of your minds. The warm night's air breezes by, coating you in a shield of peace. 

“Do you think ten years from now we’ll still be doing this?” Topper wonders. 

“Kinda wanna be married by then,” you giggle. 

“I know, I’d be your side hoe,” he clarifies. 

You swat him on the arm. “Topper!” 

“What!” He laughs. 

“You can’t plan on cheating on your future wife!” You argue playfully. 

“But it’s you, you don’t count!" He reasons. "It’s the Y/N Hall Pass. My wife is wife, obviously my life partner, but you’re... well you’re you," he adds gently, unsure how to describe it. 

“Wow, that’s real flattering,” you joke. 

“You know what I mean!" He rolls his eyes but struggles to hide his amusement. "You know that movie you made me watch last month uh... My Best Friend’s Wedding!” He remembers. You hum, of course, you do, you love that movie. Topper continues, “well, you’re my Julia Roberts.” 

“You want me to try to break up your wedding?” You question, wondering where he's going with this. 

“No, no! Well... if you really think she’s not the one but that’s beside the point," he shakes his head. "I’m talking about what Cameron Diaz said in that elevator scene.” 

“He’s got you on a pedestal and me in his arms,” you quote, predicting his intention. 

Topper tucks his finger under your chin, making you lift your head to meet his gaze. His eyes pour into yours with such intensity, you know he means whatever he's going to say with the utmost certainty. “No one can compete with you, Y/N. Whoever I end up marrying, if I end marrying anyone, they’ll have to be okay that.” 

You lean forward, gently pressing a kiss to Topper's lips. You're not sure if it'll be your last one, but either way, it reminds you of a farewell or closing note. Topper deepens the kiss, bringing his hand to the back of your head, pulling you in. It carries more passion and longing than any other kiss you two have shared, and you've kissed a lot over the years. 

After a couple of minutes under the stars, you and Topper agree that it's time to return to the party before anyone comes searching for you. 

"Wasn't a bad last hoorah if you ask me," Topper concludes as he helps you tie up your top. 

You spin on your heels to face him, bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders. "We really went out with a bang, pun intended." 

"If he ever breaks your heart, I'm first in line," he winks, bringing his hands to your waist. 

You lift your hand to his cheek, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. "I want you to be happy, even if that's not with me." 

He scoffs, holding back his emotions. "Why does it feel like we're breaking up?" He tries to laugh it off. 

"In a way, we are..." You admit, causing Topper to look at you with surprise. He hadn't expected you to agree, though deep down, he hoped you would. 

He slips his head to the side and presses a kiss to your palm before lowering your hand to rest within his. "I'm slowly coming to terms that it may not be you, though I always imagined it was. I sorta feel like I'm starting from scratch. Whenever I envisioned my future, it was with you. Now, the face is blank. I have no idea what's going to happen," he confesses with a breathless laugh, a hint of worry behind the sound. 

"How exciting!" You encourage. 

"Always the optimist," Topper chuckles, before draping an arm across your shoulders and guiding you toward the doors. "Us ending up together would've been too easy anyway. I hate being predictable," he frowns in disgust. 

"Agreed, far too simple," you nod. 

Topper pauses before the door leading out to the hallway. Once you two leave the safety of the third floor, this time you've had alone will be over. Things will never be the same once you close this chapter. Topper peers down at you, longing to tell you. “You know I’ll always be there for you, right?” 

You nod slowly, certain of his words. “Me too, Topper.” 

He leans down, planting a long kiss on your forehead and you can feel the struggle behind the action. Everything about this is bittersweet. “I love you." 

“I love you too," you whisper. 

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[investigativecoconut]

Our Very Own Fairytale

(Based of the prompt(ball au/ Cinderella au) by @thehyscriptures lobe you bro)

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Mrs.Zoe(OC), Erwin Smith, Marie

Genre: Romance, Comedy and Angst

(Royalty au: Female Hange Zoe: Evil Mother: Cinderella but with a lot of twist)

"Sit still, Hange" Mrs. Zoe said, losing patience. 

"Do I really need to wear these? We are just having dinner with our family." 

Mrs. Zoe sighed, "We're not going to a family dinner, we're going to a ball" 

"A WHAT!??" 

"A royal ball, all of the maidens from the powerful and honored families  are invited." 

"What! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" 

" It is because I know you're not going to agree with our plan and escape somewhere else with that shitty book of yours" 

"It's not shitty! It's from my father" Hange replied 

"Yeah, right"

“Going back to our main discussion”

"The prince who is about to become a king is looking for a maiden who he could marry to be his queen."

"Why is it necessary for me to attend this "ball" mother? 

Oh wait, why do I have to ask that?

  " You're going to marry me off, don't you? to expand your lands and properties" Hange smiled bitterly as she take in the realization. 

Her mother never cared for her. Mrs. Zoe only kept Hange to use her to get what she wants in the future. One of the examples would be the one happening right now.

“Tell me, mom, did you even love me? Did you even care? I tried everything to make you proud. I tried everything to get you to notice me and love me just like any other parent would. I excelled in class. I did everything. Ain't that enough?” Hange said, voicing out all of the thoughts that had been plaguing her mind ever since. Tears slowly gathered her eyes. As those thoughts kept racing into her mind.

But before Mrs. Zoe could reply, a trumpet sounded, signaling the arrival of their carriage. 

"Let’s go, we're gonna be late," Mrs. Zoe said while walking towards the gates of their mansion.

Tears flooded down her cheeks as she slowly slid and sat on the floor and stared at her mother's figure getting farther and farther away.

The whole carriage ride was silent and the atmosphere was thick. Hange looked outside the window, studying her surroundings to take her mind off the events that occurred earlier.

When they arrived at the palace. The first thing that came into her mind was the prince and his whereabouts. She needs to at least dance with him. So that this whole thing would be over and she could continue her experiments back at her lab. Hange started looking for the prince in this big ass palace but she never expected for it to be THAT easy. Well less work for her then. That was a bit weird though. "I thought I needed to fight at least a hundred knights just to approach him. Well we better be prepared, our target is on the same grounds as ours. Hange started to prepare herself before starting the battle.  She started doing exercises, stretching her body, running in place...

Levi

“Oi Erwin, talk to her or else you might miss the chance and regret it forever.”

Here he is encouraging his best friend to confess to the woman he’d been in love with but never had the courage to confess to her. Well, he understands though, if he were in his shoes he’d also be scared as hell. 

“Levi, I know but what if she doesn’t like me back and this confession of mine might ruin our friendship” 

“I’m not that good with advices or some shit. But here’s what I can say if she rejects you” 

Which would never happen knowing the fact that you two are obviously in love with each other and it’s making me sick. Levi thought to himself. “You will accept it and move on. You can’t force someone to love you right? Rejection can be a redirection. And also I don’t think Marie would be that kind of person who unfriends you just because you confessed that you like her. So go for it”

“I- thank you Levi. That was a, pretty good advice.”

“Yeah yeah, shut up and go.”

“Ok thank you again” Erwin tried to relax and did breathing exercises to calm himself down before walking towards Marie.

“Tch bastard” 

He never expected to give relationship advice especially when he has never been in a relationship himself. He is too occupied with his job and never got the time to engage in something like that. Well he doesn't regret it though, he loves his job. Speaking of his job, he needs to monitor the security of the palace. He surveyed the vicinity to check for any suspicious activity. So far there is none, except for a beautiful woman doing jumping jacks? Not that she found her beautiful, she is just- wait what is he thinking? Getting back to the main subject.  What is she doing? This ain't a gym. He kept staring at her looking for some explanation for why she was doing jumping jacks at a palace. Until..

 

She saw him!! and she is now marching towards him. Did she saw him staring? Levi looked at her direction again. Shit, she's close. Act natural, act natural. Levi tried to calm himself. He leaned against the wall and did his signature pose. He tilted his head to her direction. And regrets his decision. Oh no she's here, we're dead we're dead. This is the end.

Hange walks closer to Levi who is leaning to the wall, arms folded over his chest, and staring blankly ahead. He looks handso-, Hange snap out of it! Now is not the time, we need to focus on our mission instead of staring at him.

When Hange was already a few steps close to Levi, she cleared her throat and greeted him.

"Helloo, good sir, may I have this dance?" 

He looked at her like she grew a second head. 

Hm, Kinda rude but it doesn't matter she is used to people looking at her like that anyway.

A wealthy heiress from the Zoe family, who is reading and studying meteorology and pharmacology instead of attending grand and royale parties and meeting rich and influential men.  

"I don't dance" 

Hm? Did I hear it right? A prince who can't dance. Well, that's something new.

"I don't know how to dance either, so you're fine, your majesty."

"I'm not-" 

"I know, I know, you're not interested in me"

I think you're wrong there, Levi thought.

"But just dance with me for a bit. At Least once pleaseee" Hange said while attempting to make puppy eyes but failing miserably.

He sighed. "Fine, I'll do it"

"Yes! Thank you!" 

Hange led him to the center of the ballroom. At first they were tense and not that comfortable with each other because of course this is their first meeting and they don't know each other that well. But After a while they slowly relaxed and  started chatting. They talked about some of the events that occured on their lives, the challenges they've been through, the unforgettable and precious memories they had, funny stories and many more. They kept dancing to the song while Hange was laughing every time Levi made a shitty joke. Levi found her laughter very beautiful. He wanted to hear her voice everyday. Dancing with her feels like a dream. 

"Hey Levi" Hange's voice broke his train of thoughts.

"Hm?" He looked into her eyes and he felt like he was being hypnotized. Her eyes are-

"I just realized you're shorter than me."

"What!" Whatever he was expecting, it surely wasn't that.

"I mean, look" Hange made a gesture as if comparing their heights. 

Excuse me, what?! This is the first time a person made a joke about his height.

Too occupied with his own thoughts, he didn't notice the music already stopped. Hange didn't make a move though, he looks too deep in thought and his face looks so serious. But after a while, Levi finally snapped out of his thoughts.

"The song is done. Goodbye shitty glasses. I hope you trip and choke on your food." 

"Hey wait, I was just kidding and also you called me shitty glasses so we're even." She hurried to follow him. 

“How could he be so fast?! Where did his short legs take him?” Hange said in between pants. 

“Where did he- wait. Hange pause and turns to look around the room to find the delicious scent that was trying to lure her in earlier. She recognizes it instantly…

“Chocolates!!” 

Hange took a plate of the chocolate cake and continued looking for Levi. While she was walking she was slowly devouring the poor chocolate cake. She finally approached Levi and tapped his soldier.

Levi was surprised at the state she was in.

"What are you doing here? And what's that on your face? "

"Ohh this, it's chocolate."

"You ran to follow me while eating chocolate? You're unbelievable four-eyes"And also could you please wipe your mouth" Levi said, throwing his handkerchief right at her face. She wipes her face messily but cleans it nevertheless.

"Well I'm sorry, I can't help that  chocolates are just delicious, sweet, and it makes me feel happy"

"Uh huh, I could agree on that. And also you haven't answered me four-eyes, why did you follow me? Are you going to ask me for another dance again?"

"Hahaha, no, I just want to talk and have a chat with you" 

"With me?" "Why don't you go mingle with those shitty nobles" 

"Yes you, and also aren't you one?" 

"Listen shitty glasses, I'm not the prince. The prince is that blonde with bushy eyebrows. " He said pointing to the man in the center of the ballroom dancing with Marie.

"That’s Erwin.  I'm his knight and best friend."

"What!! Why didn't you tell me?!"

Is she serious? 

"I've been trying to tell you but you kept on interrupting me"

"Oh sorry about that, I just couldn't stop talking you know"

"It's fine" Though he won't mind listening to her voice all day.

"Why did you think I was the prince anyway?"

"Well, it's because of how you look. Most of the princes I've met were selfish and rude. Your aura gives off "don't touch me or my face will be the last thing you see" vibes. "

"Tch"

"Hahaha but now, I think my assumption about you was wrong. You're very understanding, caring, and kind, you just show it in a very unique way."

"Ah thank you?, I think you're the first person who told me that".

"I think people just misunderstood you."

Levi never left her throughout this night. He is with her right here. She gazed at him, slowly understanding that his cold and bored face is just a facade. And he truly has a warm heart and will understand you deeply. But before she could continue, she remembered that she never danced (not that she cared, it was her selfish mom's wish)or at least greeted the prince.

"Oh I forgot to greet the prince. "

"What!!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'll be right back."

Ha, she forgot to greet the prince. The prince who is the main event of this ball. She truly is full of surprises.

He stood there in the balcony, breathing the fresh air. The night sky looks wonderful, he felt at peace. Not until a loud voice decided to disrupt his calm atmosphere.

"HANGE! Where are you?!! "

Mrs. Zoe had been looking for Hange after she witnessed the prince dancing with someone else named Marie. She still couldn't find Hange but she saw the man who Hange was with and destroyed her plan!

"You! You were with her the whole time! Where is she! That brat she ruined my plan! She's good for nothing, usele-" But before she could continue, Levi intervened.

What! Useless?! 

"Excuse me ma'am, who are you?! Who are you to say Hange is useless?!"

"I am her mother!! Now tell me where she is!! She ruined and messed up my plan. Instead of dancing with a prince, she danced with a lousy man like you!"

Now he understands why Hange really wants to dance with him at first.

"Excuse me ma'am with all due respect. She is not some fucking item that you could use for your own selfish goals, she is your daughter. If you only see and treat your children as items, it would have been better, if you've never been a mother"

"How dare you!" Mrs. Zoe lifted her arm to slap him. But Hange got there before she could execute it.

"Mom! Don't even dare try to lay a finger on him." Hange said angrily.

"Let's go home. You're making a fuss here."

"Let me go!" Mrs. Zoe said while trying to free herself from Hange's grip.

"Guards? Could you please take her to the carriage?"

The guards took Mrs. Zoe while she is kicking and jumping to escape their hold. After a while she stopped seeing that her attempt was futile and she is just wasting her energy. Seeing that her mother finally calmed down, Hange turned to Levi to say her goodbyes. She doesn't want to leave yet but it's for the better. She needs to go home, talk to her mother and solve the conflict between them.

"Levi, I need to go now. I want to talk to you about that, but let's discuss at our next meeting. By the way, I really had fun tonight. Thank you for accompanying me. This is one of the greatest nights in my life and it's because of you" She looked at him full of love and joy. And with that she closed their distance and gave him a kiss, it might be short but it felt amazing. Hange slowly separated herself from him.

"Till we meet again, my knight"

She smiled at him for the last time before turning to catch up to Mrs. Zoe.

"Wait-"

"If destiny permits we will meet again" Hange said happily, facing Levi once more before following her mother.

"I'll be looking forward to that, Hange"

" Hange.  Such a beautiful name for a chaotic woman like you" he chuckled remembering the "princess"  who had mistaken him for a prince because of his demeanor. 

"See you later, Hange" 

Levi smiles as he recalls their first and will not be the last encounter. 

He felt thrilled and happy as he looked forward to the next chapter of their story. 

At the carriage

Hange is staring outside the window and admiring the beautiful night sky.

"The sky is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" Hange said as she looked back on the events that transpired earlier. Their dance, their conversation, everything. He made this night less shitty and more memorable.

 "I'm glad, I met you shortass" She reached for her pocket to record the day's events in her notebook. But instead of that, she got a handkerchief instead.

"Oh it seems like I forgot to return this to him." I guess destiny is on our side then.

She thought to herself happily as she got another sign that they need to meet again.

"Wait for me…" 

"This is not the end, this is just the beginning of our story, my love. So please, wait for me"

Based on @thehyscriptures prompt ( ball or Cinderella au)

So this is the first fic, I've ever made :D

Lmao It's bad but I lobe it

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a/n; everything is fictional! 

the night was young but more often than not it was filled with bustling chatter and soft violins stringing through the ballroom. alas, it was the celebration of Queen Choi’s 65th birthday and the parliament was gathering tonight on the sparkling marble floors of the choi residence. in their normal herd, the choi brothers were dappered up their white ruffle collared dress shirts and suit jackets in the midst of the crowd alongside their cousins, prince taehyun and prince kai. no matter what the occasion was, they were always dressed gorgeously.  each of their hair was parted and curled beautifully over top of their eyebrows. their suits were made of the highest quality and tailored to their body shapes. they wore the finest of jewelry plated with pure gold. being born into a royal family full of riches had it’s perks and they always shone brightly on the five. 

“good evening your highness. might I compliment you on how handsome you look tonight?”. she bowed graciously in front of choi beomgyu who was currently taking a sip of his white wine. he swallowed just before staring her in her hopeful eyes. “no you may not. what you can do though is give me and my blood some space to talk. carry on”. he says before waving her off. she frowns shortly and walks away, leaving the rest of the four chuckling in her trail. 

“damn. so much for being courted”. taehyun mumbles taking a sip of his wine as well. yeonjun playfully pushes his youngest brother’s shoulder. “you know you’re up next to get married. it’s only a matter of time before mother arranges it”. 

beomgyu shrugs, “I don’t want anyone mother has for me. nor do I want any of these women who court me either. all they’re looking for is get rich quick schemes anyways”. 

“then what are you going to do? if you don’t get married soon you will never hold a higher spot in parliament”. kai adds. 

“literally. while all of us, yeonjun hyung, taehyun, kai and me, are being crowned you’re still going to be prince beomgyu”. soobin laughs holding his glass up to the air, sipping the last of his beverage in the sea of the group’s laughter.

“with no type of power or authority”. taehyun adds making the four of them laugh even harder. beomgyu rolls his eyes. he could admit, maybe it was embarrassing that even the youngers Taehyun and Kai were getting married before him. but that was only because the boys knew who they wanted and courted them accordingly. and also because the boys married safely within royalty. 

but beomgyu knew who he wanted as well. only, he wasn’t allowed to marry her. for she was of royalty of course but she was of different blood. she was apart of the choi family’s biggest rival, King and Queen Hendrix. 

and of course right at the very thought of her, she arrived. see, even if the choi’s and hendrix’s were rivals no matter what-- all royal families were invited to all events and celebrations and were required to attend, almost being forced to make peace each time both families saw each other. 

“here they go with their bullshit. if they start anything this time it’s going to be a problem”. yeonjun grumbles watching the King and Queen walk in with cheshire cat smiles and folks bowing to them accordingly. it was only a matter of time before the both of them approached the boys and of course they were all required to bow. 

“nice to see that you all are aging well. perhaps when you’re crowned you’ll assist our Princes with any decision making in the kingdom”. Queen hendrix spoke holding her head high and her lips tight. She always had this sweet tone in her voice laced with demise. heuning kai nods. “of course your highness. we’ll all make a wonderful royal family”. she gave them another smug glance and made a hmph noise just before walking off. as soon as she was out of sight yeonjun sucks his teeth. 

“i swear you’re such a kiss up heuning”. 

“what am I supposed to do? wave her off like beomgyu hyung does his courts? no thank you I don’t want to get killed”. 

they were arguing but choi beomgyu was eyeing her. yes, princess aaliyah. she happened to be wearing a brown sparkly mermaid tale gown. her hair was done up in a high curly ponytail with some curly strands hanging down in front of her face and diamond earrings dangling at her neck. her almond shaped eyes immediately met beomgyu’s and a smirk flickered at the corner of her thick umber glossed lips. he smirks back and let’s his eyes wander her body. 

pft. it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done it before. 

she adjusts her jewelry before strutting her way over. 

“and here comes bitchy princess”. tyun says, chewing on the leftover ice in his glass. soobin rolls his eyes. “why is she coming over here?”. 

“to talk about how her brothers are going to make better kings than us. what the hell else is new”. yeonjun adds. 

“good evening”. she bows. “I see you gentlemen aren’t socializing much. it’s hard to be crowned when you barely know anything about your people”. 

“you just arrived your highness. may I ask, how would you know what we’ve been doing?”. beomgyu snarls. 

“i assume it isn’t anything different from what you all do at any other occasion”.  

“and why is it any of your concern?”. beomgyu sneers again. the boys were silently laughing on the inside. beomgyu was the only one who was never afraid of talking to princess aaliyah the way she deserved without consequences. it was mainly why they always let him do the talking whenever she came around. 

she licks her upper set of teeth and smirked at his attitude. it was sexy. “you’re soon to be crowned with my brothers it’s always of my concern”. 

“well I think there’s some time until then isn’t there? run along your highness”. 

she sucks her teeth and he steals short glances at her boobs almost spilling out her dress. “you’re right. I have better things to do other than approach a bunch of undeserving halfwits. if you’ll excuse me”. she replies arrogantly before strutting away, beomgyu’s eyes following her petite frame until she was almost out of sight. 

“did you see how defeated she looked? ah! that shit was priceless”. yeonjun laughs amongst the boys once she was finally away. “i swear hyung I don’t know how you aren’t dead already. if that was any of us we’d be gone by the time we take our next breath”. taehyun mentions. beomgyu laughs with them. “I don’t know either. I have to use the bathroom though. I’ll be right back”. he assures. 

“fuckk mmh”. she whimpers trying to keep her volume at a minimum. they knew that if anyone were to find out about their affairs they’d be getting exiled. but that didn’t keep choi beomgyu’s head from under aaliyah’s dress. as soon as they bustled into the wash room he sat her on top of the washing machine and proceeded to eat her shamelessly. 

he wraps his tongue around her clit and sucks her wet folds generously, holding her legs open with his hands. he glares up at her with the most innocent eyes while he was doing so ripping her heart into shreds. he wrangles his tongue along each and every part of her making her back arch in absolute bliss. she felt herself. pound at the feeling of his slimy tongue sucking on her sensitive nub. 

“fuck! gyu you’re such a good boy for me”. she moans in a whisper running her hands through his hair. she tongue kisses her clit attentively. “you taste so fucking good”. he praised just before sticking his tongue inside of her. he presses his thumb against her swollen nub while tongue fucking her sensitive core. she pants with beads of sweat glissading down her chest. her hips stuttered against his lips. 

and beomgyu liked it. he loved when he was the one pleasuring her. he loved seeing her pretty face contorted in pleasure. he loved how erotic she sounded when she moaned. he loved how sometimes she’d get so wet for him he could see it through her pantties. he loved having her much needed bliss at his disposal. and he didn’t care what he had to do to get his fix. 

he always ate her slow and steady, taking his time but spending quality time in the places she loved, licking and sucking like his life depended on it. he dug into her thighs with his hands and dragged his tongue up and down her folds. he’d bob his head obediently sucking on her and moaning at her taste. she clutches his hair shaking at his speed. he ate painfully slow but it felt better that way. she loved when he took his precious time eating her as if it was his art. 

 but most importantly she enjoyed the risk of it all. him eating her when she knew it was forbidden. but she couldn’t get enough of beomgyu’s tongue and his lips. the way he fucked her hard and rough and looked at her like she was the best thing to ever happen to him. 

“oh god I’m going to c-cum”. she whines and beomgyu did nothing but ignore her cries and continue to let his tongue ruin her in every possible way. each time he slips his tongue out it was left with more precum than it went in with and he loved it all too much. he cradles her hips to his face to deepen the thrusts and she shakes at the overbearing feeling. “fuckk you’re so good with your mouth”. she breathes with her eyes rolling to the back of her head. she steadily grinds her hips down on his tongue. 

“yes fuck my mouth please”. he begs. 

“promise me you’ll only eat me like this choi beomgyu”. she pants desperately trying to chase the orgasm she needed. 

he squeezes her thighs feeling himself get hard at the sound of her needy noises and squirming.

“I promise i’ll always eat your pussy like this”

[sincerelyella]

RAMifications Chapter 8 - Butterflies Pt 2.

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: Butterflies Pt 2. by Queen Naija

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks belongs to me

A/N: The entire idea for this came from @burnsoslow​ and her unBEARable series. RAMifications is the story of how Ella met the love of her life Prince (and then King) Liam of Cordonia.

Catch up here

Warnings: Adult language

Words: 1498

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

“Hello, I’m Ella, and you are?”

“Je m'appelle Kiara,” the dark haired woman spoke in French. “C'est Olivia,” Kiara gestured to the red headed woman.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Ella said calmly, even though inside her stomach was in knots.

“Oui, it’s nice to … finally see you in person,” Kiara arched her brow and Ella could tell she was studying her.

“Cut the shit, Kiara!” Olivia snarled. “I wouldn’t say it’s a pleasure! How dare you come in the middle of the social season! Where’s the other American?”

“Lady Ella! We’re ready for you.” Bertrand called inside the ballroom.

“Excuse me, ladies,” Ella quickly turned from and hurried to take her place across from Ana. Bertrand went to close the ballroom doors since he could see the women peering inside out of curiosity.

“Alright, Lady Ella,” Ana began. “I have a video camera set up to film us. I also have a photographer here who will take photos of the interview as well as afterwards. I won’t be releasing anything without House Beaumont’s approval,” she looked up at Bertrand who just nodded. “Are you ready?”

Ella sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “Yes.”

“Okay,” Ana looked to her cameraman and nodded.

“In 3, 2 … “ he pointed to Ana to indicate they were recording.

“Alright, Lady Ella of House Beaumont, thank you for this opportunity. The people of Cordonia are eager to hear more about you.”

“I’m happy to be here, Ana.”

“So firstly, tell us a little bit about you, where are you from in the States? What brought you here?”

“Well, I’m from Los Angeles, California. I originally came here for a nursing internship at the children’s hospital.”

“You actually worked at the hospital?”

Ella laughed. “Yes, I was in the emergency room, as an intern. We did not get paid for that. The program was for six weeks and I had already fallen in love with Cordonia and its people. After my internship I decided to stay permanently.”

Ana had a small smile on her face as she scribbled in her notes. “Wow. Okay, so you decided to stay, what happened after that?”

“Well, I found a job so that I could stay as a resident; I delivered flowers.”

“Ah, yes, I know the one. It’s the flower truck in the capital, right?”

Ella nodded. “Yes, that’s the one. They were extremely sweet and were lenient with my schedule since I was in school as well.”

“Oh! You’re still in school then?”

“I had to actually push back school until January after the social season, but yes I attend Cordonia University.”

“I see.” Ana scribbled some more words on her notepad and looked up smiling. “So, how did you end up meeting the prince?”

“Well, I was delivering flowers here at the palace and we ran into each other - literally.” Ella laughed at the memory.

“That’s like a real meet cute!” Ana exclaimed, her and Maxwell laughed. Bertrand arched his brow at Max and Ella and they both abruptly stopped laughing.

“He’s been extremely supportive throughout all of this, just like House Beaumont.” Ella gestured to Max and Bertrand next to her.

Ana nodded and wrote more in her notebook. “What is something you love about our charming Prince Liam? He is the people’s favorite royal.”

“I am not surprised at all by that, Ana,” Ella smiled. “He is ... the kindest person I have ever met. He would take the shirt off of his back to give to anyone if they needed it. His people are important to him as is his country and he wants to do right by them.”

“Well said, Lady Ella. I just have one last question, a question that all of Cordonia has been wanting to know.” She gave Ella a small smile. “The social season is, essentially, for Prince Liam to find a queen.” Ella nodded. “Why do you think you’ll be an appropriate choice? What makes you different from the other suitors that will make him choose you?”

Ella sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. She told King Constantine the exact reason why she was an appropriate choice. She just needed to say the same to Ana, just not as … angry. “I believe Prince Liam needs someone to rule by his side that understands the people. I am clearly not from Cordonia, or have any kind of noble blood in me, however, I have lived among the people. I’ve worked hard to put a roof over my head; I’ve had to manage finances and handle a budget. I know it’s not a secret here in Cordonia that the royal family must marry for a political alliance of some sort with other countries, but …” Ella hesitated for a moment to think about whether she should say what she truly thought. “I … truly care for the prince and I believe he deserves to have a queen as well as a wife. One that supports him as a man and a king.”

Bertrand beamed at Ella’s response; Maxwell grinned like a fool while he bounced in his seat. Ana had a wide smile on her face and nodded, impressed. She leaned back and gestured for her cameraman to stop recording. Ella, Maxwell and Bertrand posed for a few more photos until Ana signaled for the photographer to wrap it up.

“Well said, Lady Ella. It was an honor to meet you, thank you so much for your time.” Ana leaned forward to shake Ella’s hand.

“That was amazing, Ellaaaaa!” Maxwell lept from his chair and pulled Ella from her seat as she laughed loudly. He threw his arms around her and she almost fell backwards from the force.

“Thanks for being here with me, Max.” Ella murmured in his ear. They parted and smiled down at her.

“Lady Ella, that was a great! I’ll get everything written out and contact Duke Ramsford to approve it.”

Ella looked at Bertrand who cleared his throat before speaking. “Thank you, Ana, that would be wonderful.”

Ana had the crew pack up and Bertrand showed them out. Max and Ella decided to change and get ready for dinner. As soon as they exited the ballroom, they saw Liam and Constantine walking down the stairs. He caught her eye and quickly winked, flashing a small smile in her direction. Ella blushed and smiled back as she headed to her room.

**

After deciding to have a movie night instead of dinner in the stuffy dining room, Maxwell and Ella raided the kitchen and snuck back to her room with their spoils.

“I got the Doritos!” Max shoved a whole chip in his mouth enthusiastically.

“You and those chips,” Ella laughed. “What movie do you wanna watch?” She tossed some kettle corn into her mouth and washed it down with some Cordonian apple juice.

“You pick! Here.” He handed her the remote and Ella clicked through the selection on the smart tv and found one of her favorites.

“Ooh! A rom-com! How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days!”

Maxwell scrunched his nose up. “I haven’t seen that one. Why is she purposely trying to lose him? What kind of rom-com is that?”

Ella let out a loud laugh. “Just watch. You’ll love it.”

True to her word, he did love it. He loved it so much he now had a mini crush on Kate Hudson and vowed that they would watch every movie she starred in. Just as the night was winding down, Ella got an alert on her phone. Seeing who it was, she grinned.

Liam: Hey gorgeous.

Ella: Hey you! Thought you’d be busy tonight.

Liam: Just finished up some meetings with my father. Can I see you? I just wanted to come say goodnight.

Ella: If you have a moment. I’ll be in my room.

Liam: On my way

“What? Why are you so happy?”

“Liam is going to stop by.” She felt her neck start to get warm and her cheeks flush.

“Aww sookie sookie now!” Maxwell waggled his eyebrows and laughed. “Well, I think I’ll take all of my junk food and meander over to my room.” He stood to gather the chips, chocolate, juice and popcorn.

“Max! You don’t have to leave. He just wants to say goodnight.” She snatched the bag of kettle corn from him and started pour some in her mouth.

Maxwell snickered. “You and I both know … that’s not what’s gonna go down tonight.” He gave her the side eye and smirked at her facial expression.

She choked on some popcorn. “I don’t … what do you mean?” Ella stuttered.

Before Max could retort, there was a soft knock on the door.

“I wonder who that could be?” He gave her a knowing look as Ella just rolled her eyes. Maxwell flew over to open the door and there stood Liam with a smile on his face.

“Hello - oh! Hi Max.” Liam rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks turned a slight pink as he sheepishly smiled at him.

“Liam! What. A. Surprise.” Maxwell tried to plaster on a shocked look on his face but instead, he gave his longtime friend a big grin. “I was just leaving. Byeeee Ellaaaaa!” He called over his shoulder as he bounced out of the room with all the snacks and pushed Liam inside.

[doridoripawaa]

Zenderella

What’s the point of wishing upon a star at night?

Could stars even hear wishes from up in the sky?

Zen continued to dream, with aspirations bright,

And hoped that one day, he would be able to fly.

Each day felt like a nightmare, trapping him inside,

As he strained to endure his family’s abuse.

Their cruelty was something he could not abide,

As they treated him like some hideous refuse.

But he found a release in the form of the stage

When he was not tidying up around the house.

Theater helped to free him from his family’s cage

That forced him to act as a quiet, ugly mouse.

One fateful night would transform his entire tale.

A night that’d show dreams and love would always prevail.

Clean as could be. Not a speck of dirt or dust in sight.

To meet these goals, Zen would likely need to work all night.

His parents and his brother would be off to the ball,

While they expected him to stay home and clean the halls!

Little did they know, tonight in that grandiose gala, the primary source of entertainment would be coming from the one who they had scorned, ridiculed, trampled, abused. The highlight of the night would come not from the dancing and music--which were to be expected at this type of event--but from the players who would take the stage and enchant the guests with a whimsical tale. Apparently, the princess of the kingdom had been struggling lately, living a life devoid of joy, hope, wonder, or optimism; thus, the king and queen had demanded a riveting tale that could restore the spark to their child’s eyes.

What kind of life was that? Even Zen, pitiful as he was working on his hands and knees in his family’s home, had his dreams. He had a reason to live, a reason to keep pushing forward. Did royalty ever feel troubles, though? At first, he hadn’t been sure; he thought all nobles and royals were born with a silver spoon in their mouth and would never understand what it meant to truly toil and suffer. However, after hearing the plight of the princess….

Maybe, just maybe, that princess was different.

A sudden rap at the door interrupted Zen from his tumultuous thoughts. With a grunt he lifted himself off the floor to his feet, and he brushed the dirt and dust off of his apron and his knees before heading over to the front door. The rest of his family had already left for the ball, leaving him behind to make their home sparkling clean before they returned.

Maybe, just maybe, today would be the day he wouldn’t have to return.

A second knock came, sharper and more urgent than the first. Zen brushed some sticky, loose strands of his feathery grey-white hair out of his face, and then he hurried over to the door, not wanting to keep his guest waiting.

Honestly, he’s lucky that he decided to run, because as soon as he opened the door and saw a brunette woman scowling at him, he realized that she probably would have broken down the door if he had taken much longer.

“J-Jaehee,” he stammered as he looked down at his castmate. Out of all of the members of the troupe, she was the one with whom he felt the closest connection. She had an incredible work ethic, a true passion for the stage, a meticulous eye, and a personality that wouldn’t shy away from any task given to her. She would always be the first person to speak up if she didn’t like the idea for an upcoming show, but she’d also be the first person to shower the rest of the cast in praise for their heart-wrenching performances.

She also seemed to have a special fondness for Zen, which did wonders not only for his ego but also for his motivation. An actor’s job wasn’t to smile--it was to make others smile.

However, Jaehee also was the type of person who could easily kick you to the ground in three seconds flat if you messed with her or her crew. Apparently, running late was something that could land you on her hitlist, because the glare that her fierce coffee-colored eyes gave him was one that sent shivers down the young man’s spine. He was already ashen, but somehow, he felt as though that stern look made his face grow even paler. “What a delight to see you, babe.”

A soft blush rose to her cheeks, but she quickly managed to force that down. “Don’t b-babe me,” she muttered. “You were supposed to arrive backstage an hour ago. I had no choice but to fetch you myself.”

A whole hour? Zen glanced at the clock and his ruby eyes flew wide open in a panic. “Shit,” he muttered. “I got so distracted by this stain that I… well, that isn’t important.” He sighed and began to untie his apron. “Let me gather my belongings, and I’ll scamper off with you into the sunset, okay?”

He couldn’t tell if her face was flushing red from embarrassment, ire, or exasperation. “P-please make haste!” was all she managed to sputter before Zen headed to his room with a wink and a flick of his wispy ponytail behind him.

~~~

Ball gowns and smiles, pressed suits and polished shoes.

A room full of guests who appeared amused.

As MC stepped down the staircase that night,

Her eyes swam with woe, rather than delight.

Royal life was difficult to abide.

She felt lonely, with no one by your side.

What sorrows could have the heir to the throne?

A life of solitude, scared and alone.

She hoped to enjoy herself at the ball.

She wondered if you would feel joy at all.

When she descended the steps, her eyes glowed.

They had arranged for her to see a show.

The lighting in the room dimmed down and a hush fell over the attendants as actors made their way to the elevated platform at the front of the room. Murmurs and mumbles began to spread throughout the crowd. What was happening? Was this planned? Of course, the king and queen would never allow for any tomfoolery to take place at their event, so this must have been carefully orchestrated. But why take time away from the socializing, the dancing, the mingling? Would this show be enough to dazzle the audience?

Zen had the drive and the skill to ensure that it would.

A sharp inhale of breath, as Zen smelled the perfumes of the ballroom.

A twirl of his long, cascading hair around his fingers, as Zen relished in its softness.

A glance at Jaehee, as Zen sought comfort in her level smile.

A bite of his lip, as Zen tasted the remnants of berries on his tongue.

A twitch of his ears, as he strained to hear the music that signaled his cue.

And as soon as the clock struck, Zen departed from behind the scenes, and Cinderella strode out onto the stage.

Cleaning, cooking. Obeying, behaving. Little “Cinderella” was stuck, trapped at the whims and wills of her abusive family. As Zen knelt down to “scrub” the stage and enact all of her chores, he couldn’t help but feel a growing pit growing in his stomach and anxiety welling in his mind. He wasn’t worried about not portraying the character accurately-- on the contrary, he was nervous that he had embodied her too well. The parallels in Cinderella’s life with his own were almost frightening.

But here, on this stage, this was the one place where his chains were released, his shackles were open, and he could fly, free as a bird. He could forget his worries, he could abandon his burdens, he could become someone else and live his ideal life.

He could sing to his heart’s content, as a free bird, rather than a caged one.

A step. A song. A smile.

The fairy godmother was spinning her magic and casting a spell on the entire crowd, watching with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Above all, however, Princess MC found herself absolutely entranced, hooked on every word and her eyes tracking every single motion, every spin, every twirl, every wave of a wand, every flutter of a skirt. The costumes, the dances, the makeup… they were all spectacular. But above all, the star of the show, Cinderella, really shone like a princess in her own right. Who was this actor with skin as white as snow, hair as soft and pale as the clouds, and eyes that sparkled brighter and warmer than the reddest flame?

Cinderella, despite all of her hardships, had never let go of her dreams.

As Cinderella spun around and her filthy rags turned to magnificent robes, MC’s eyes twinkled and she felt a rush of excitement flood her. When was the last time she had genuinely felt so… happy? Watching this character’s aspirations be realized, watching Cinderella break free and manage to escape for one night of whimsy and fantasy at the ball, made MC’s heart swell. She wanted to cheer Cinderella on, encourage her, support her. Cinderella, who suffered at the cruel hands and horrible words of her family.

The way the actor walked forward, radiant white locks tumbling down his back as he took those first steps towards his dream. The way his drab brown and grey costume melted away, revealing a soft pink tunic and radiant periwinkle cloak, perfectly accentuating his figure while giving him an air of regality. He reached up and clutched a hand to his chest, and then when he opened his mouth to speak, MC felt certain that she had died and been transported to heaven.

That was no mere mortal whose voice she was hearing. She was currently being serenaded by an angel.

Princess MC was only snapped back to reality by the sudden sharp increase in volume of the music.

“And so Cinderella went to the ball,” the narrator announced in a booming voice, trying to orate over the echo of the strings and percussion. “Hoping to grab a dance before midnight should fall. Please, esteemed guests, enjoy your time to dance. Like Cinderella and her friends, may you find your fairytale romance.”

At once the actors and actresses began to mix with the crowd. Most of them moved in pairs and began dancing with the lads, lasses, lords, and ladies of the party. A few of guests rushed up to the actors and actresses--one of the actresses, a slender young woman with short chestnut-colored hair and eyes warm like mocha, was particularly popular--to try to woo them and coax them into a dance.

Perhaps on any other day, MC would have rolled her eyes and tutted softly, disappointed in their fawning and flattery. Today, however, she felt… softer. More in touch with her emotions.

Emotions that she had feared had disappeared into thin air, vanished as she drowned in the duties and obligations of her station, without a chance to fantasize or dream like she had done as a child.

The princess wasn’t normally one to take advantage of her station, but as she stepped forward, heels clacking against the tile ground, the crowd seemed to part ways before her. Out of reverence, out of fear, or out of pity, she couldn’t be sure, but their motives were the least of her concerns. As long as she could reach her destination, her goal, the means didn’t matter.

“Excuse me, Cinderella?”

Silence befell the folks gathered around the grand actor, as the princess of the kingdom spoke. The actor himself looked somewhat startled, but he masked it well; MC could only detect a faint glimmer of apprehension flicker in his rich red eyes before it faded away and a smile settled onto his white lips. “Good evening, Princess,” he greeted MC with a wink. “Did you enjoy our show?”

Enjoy? That would be putting her feelings mildly. “I absolutely loved it,” she whispered, and then she cleared her throat. No point in being meek with her request-- she was determined to obtain exactly what she wanted. “In fact, I liked it so much,” she went on, tilting her shoulders back and lifting her chin to stare directly into his eyes, “that I have a request for you.”

He tipped his head to the side in confusion, causing his flowing white tresses to sway with the movement. Nevertheless he kept that same smile on his face. He then nodded firmly and asked with that little coy look in his eyes, “Of course. Anything for you, babe.”

Babe? Now that was a new one. MC could feel her face flushing as crimson as the actor’s eyes, but she tried to ignore it and hoped that he wouldn’t be so brash as to actually draw attention to it. Nobody would dare to tease the princess, right? “If I may be so bold as to tear you from your fans,” she began, “then might I ask Miss Cinderella for a dance?”

A new expression lit up those eyes, that pair of flames that stood out in stark contrast to the rest of his ashen features. Was he… surprised, flattered, bewildered, flustered, or…?

She couldn’t be sure, but despite whatever turmoil was burning in his eyes, he kept the rest of his expression level. In fact, the corners of his mouth twitched upward into a… smile?

“It would be my honor,” he told her with a wink and a bow at the waist.

“We haven’t much time left in the night, so to the dance floor, we shall make haste.”

And so he extended his hand, which MC graciously took with a squeeze.

To the center of the dance floor they scurried, where they could dance as they pleased.

With one hand on MC’s shoulder and the other resting right on her hip,

Cinderella led her across the floor, with a waltz, a twirl, and a dip.

The princess, for the first time, let herself give in to another’s demands.

She simply followed, losing herself to the feel of his step and his hands.

His grip was firm but gentle as he guided her to and fro ‘round the floor.

The princess could lose herself in his rhythm, dance with him forevermore.

His radiant ruby eyes matched the ribbon in his flowing, snowy hair,

But it was the warm smile on his face to which no gem could ever compare.

His statuesque features glimmered under the chandelier’s glorious light,

And as she took them in with her gaze, she knew she’d never forget this night.

As the music reached a crescendo, the actor pulled her close to his chest.

“Thank you, mademoiselle,” he whispered, and she felt her heart pound in her breast.

“The pleasure is all mine,” she told him, as she reached up to caress his face. “Thank you for making a world of magic and wonder in this humble space.”

He laughed at her words, and as he leaned in with his breath hot against her ear,

“Princess, you’re the one who made my night magical,” he whispered, “my dear.”

The chime of a clock tower suddenly boomed, and quickly they pulled apart.

Princess MC felt relief, as she struggled to steady her pounding heart.

The actor’s expression, however, had shifted from mirth to misery.

“They said they would return at midnight,” he murmured, “which has arrived, I see.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he lifted her hand and gave it a kiss.

“Thank you for this memory,” he told her, “and for a night I’ll truly miss.”

Then he dropped MC’s hand and dashed away to the entrance to the grand hall.

As he flew away like a frenzied dove, something from his outfit did fall.

Princess MC tried to scamper after him, but she was left in his wake.

Then she spotted the fallen accessory, which from the ground she did take.

A ruby-red ribbon, which matched the mysterious actor’s gorgeous eyes.

“I never got his name,” she said; his identity remained a surprise.

~~~

As soon as the sun rose the next morning, Princess MC followed suit. She knew that she had to hurry after that actor in fast pursuit. What if he belonged to a traveling troupe and they’d be gone by the end of the day? Princess MC knew she could not allow the object of her affections to get away.

With any luck, he was still somewhere within the territory, but she would have to act fast. The princess carefully scrutinized the team of knights she had amassed. She told them, “We’re searching for a young man with hair and skin fair.” Then she lifted the ribbon: “With eyes the same color as this ribbon,” she declared.

Near and far, to and fro, the princess’s team began to search. They checked the shops, the plazas, the gardens, the parks. They asked residents, merchants, children, adults--anyone who might have a hint. Every now and then, the princess would find someone who looked vaguely reminiscent of her prince, but as soon as she lifted the ribbon to their hair, she would just shake her head and sigh; his hair would be too dark or his eyes too brown. What was it about her Cinderella that made him so… ethereal? Someone that beautiful must have been a mistake from God, an accident that wasn’t supposed to bless mortal eyes.

Here and there, high and low, the princess’s team continued their quest as the sun traveled overhead. They had left at the first pink and orange streaks of dawn, carried on as the burning bright sun hovered directly overhead, and now they were finally allowing themselves to take a rest as the sun grew ever closer to the horizon once more.

Could the troupe possibly have left town? That thought kept creeping into the back of her mind, and she desperately tried to push it away, push it down, push it… somewhere else. She couldn’t afford to let such doubts sneak up on her, or she couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t give in to her despair and cease her search altogether. This Cinderella, her first glimmer of light, her first ray of hope, in days, weeks, months. While her life as a princess was entirely different from Cinderella’s, who was practically a slave in her own home, MC could relate to the feeling of being trapped in one’s duty, being trapped by one’s circumstances, being trapped by one’s family, being… a bird with clipped wings.

This actor had given her the power to fly again.

“Your Highness,” one of the knights murmured to her as they rested for a minute underneath the overhanging shade of an oak. “May we take a moment’s respite? Most of us haven’t eaten since the morrow,” he asked tentatively. He looked full of trepidation, which only served to send pangs of guilt emanating from within her chest.

“Of course,” she told him with a feeble smile. “Let us find some food or drink to sustain us, alright? I wish to keep searching until the sun goes down, but…” Her gaze flickered to the sky, and even though the colors of the sunset were unobscured in the clear sky, she could feel dark clouds beginning to rumble in over her heart. “I’ll go fetch something,” she offered, barely suppressing a sigh. “It’s the least I can do,” she insisted quickly, before her knight could open his mouth to object. With a reluctant but firm nod, he watched as MC walked away, in search of a cheap, quick bite. They could feast upon their return to the castle, but candidly… as twisted as her heart and stomach were right now, the princess didn’t have much of an appetite.

This was a part of town with which the princess didn’t have much familiarity-- while the constant growth of her city was definitely a welcome sight, since she hadn’t ventured out of the castle too often recently, she found herself a little confused and disoriented by the unexpected developments. Had that shop always been there? What about these homes?

Exhausted, distressed, and admittedly hungrier than she had initially realized, MC nearly began to weep with joy as the sudden scent of batter wafted up to her nose. A freshly baked bun, calling for her, crying her name, luring her person. What delectable treats had she almost passed? What delicious delicacies were waiting in the middle of the street?

MC followed her nose and her soul, yearning to fill every one of her senses with whatever this mysterious morsel may be.

Her surprise upon reaching a humble little stall in a side alley was, to say the least… significant.

‘Don’t judge a book by its cover,’ she chided herself gently as she neared the stall, although anxiety began to tug at her and drag her feet. ‘Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.’

Sometimes, gifts came in the least expected places. That actor had been a surprise to her last night, after all. Maybe this snack--a fish-shaped bun, judging from the sign--would be a pleasant surprise as well.

Nothing could have prepared MC for the surprise that awaited her as the customer in front of her turned around, though.

Glittering white hair, like sunkissed snow.

Pale, translucent skin, with a gentle white glow.

Above all, the element that caught her by the most surprise,

Was this young man’s resplendent ruby-red eyes.

With a gasp, she immediately began to shuffle around in her satchel for the ribbon. “E-excuse me,” she stammered, “but… have you… lost this?” Her hands trembled as she pulled the little accessory out of her bag, but judging from the way his mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide, he was equally as stunned as she was. Nervously she reached up to brush a feathery lock of hair from his face; his hair was pulled back in a ponytail, so she couldn’t be exactly sure that this was the same man who had enchanted her last night.

As if on cue, he put down his bag of fish-shaped buns and pulled his hair out of the hairtie, allowing it to cascade around his shoulders and tumble down his back.

As if that hadn’t already confirmed her suspicions, MC lifted the ribbon and placed it gently in his hair. In the glow of the setting sun, its scarlet hue shone vividly, perfectly matching the sparkle in his eyes.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, princess,” he murmured, and a shy smirk played onto his lips. “Have you been… looking for me?”

MC felt a coy grin tug on the edges of her mouth as well, but the salty tears that were beginning to sting the corners of her eyes were probably ruining the effect. “Only for my entire life,” she breathed.

A Cinderella who dared to dream.

A princess who dared to wish.

Their fates overlapped by chance,

But were now sealed with a bean-flavored kiss.

This is my piece with @/watereddowncoffee on instagram for the @mysme-rbb! I hope you enjoy our fairy tale!

[bbrandy2002]

Happy Birthday Jessica!

Title: Twinsane

A/N: Jessie, You already know Burns and I are big fans of your characters and stories, in particular your Leo and Drake. The three of us made our big writing debuts at the same time in the Summer of 2019 and became fast friends that have continued through every high and low we’ve each experienced in our lives. You’ve always been a great and supportive friend with a big heart and a bit of a funny bone. We both hope you have an amazing birthday and we wish you all the best in the coming year.

This story takes place in a universe created by @jessiembruno​.

Palace -- Throne Room

Liam paced the ancient throne room, site of their infant daughter’s upcoming anointing and baptism. Everything seemed to be in place; Regina had made sure of it despite the cast on her arm from her latest sex injury. 

Still, he worried. 

Not because of terrorist threats, not because of Lilyana possibly blowing out her diaper and ruining a $2,000 christening gown. No, he had two concerns: 

His brother and his brother-in-law. 

His wife tried to console him about it, but every time she did, the new father threw his hands up in the air and said, “I don’t want to talk about that stupid pendejo. I just can’t with him --” and the fights they had afterward weren’t worth it.

Leo had passed two kidney stones on the day Lilyana was born. Liam felt bad for him; he really did. Everything he’d heard about passing kidney stones was that it was a truly painful ordeal. 

But Leo, as always, had taken things too far. 

First of all, he’d named them: Rocky and Peter. He referred to them as “the twins,” and everywhere he went, that goddamn jar went with him. It was embarrassing to be somewhere with him in public and then to hear the telltale rattling as he adjusted change in his pocket. 

That was nothing, though, compared to when he’d bought “the twins” a Silver Cross Balmoral pram at the eye-popping price tag of seven grand. It was both nicer and more expensive than Jessica and Liam’s $2,700 Bugaboo by Diesel stroller; Liam had thrown a fit. And not just because Leo had charged them both to Liam’s credit card. 

“We are carting around a royal baby! You spent seven thousand dollars on a grocery cart for your goddamn kidney stones?” 

Leo, puffing out his chest, had merely clutched the jar of medical waste to his heart. “My children are royal adjacent, thank you very much.”  

At least Drake understood that the elder Rys brother was off his rocker, but since Drake flew all the way off the handle every time the subject was mentioned, Liam tried to avoid the inevitable blowups. Just last week, there had been an … incident at a formal dinner.

“Drake, will you watch the boys while I take a piss?” Leo had extended the jar toward the surly dark-haired man. 

“Get those fucken things away from me, Leo! Those were in your fucken dick! What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Liam had tried to calm Drake down -- Princess Lesedi looked absolutely horrified at the outburst -- but as usual, Leo just made things worse. 

Huffing loudly, he proclaimed, “Lilyana was in Jessica’s bacon hole, and I don’t hear you complaining about that, Drake. You hold her all the time, but you never take the twins when I ask! I am through with this open favoritism!”

Only Alyssa, quietly intervening and taking the jar, had prevented a full-on brawl from breaking out. But since she started to cry when Drake refused to hold her hand afterward even following a thorough handwashing, the crisis hadn’t really been averted in the end. 

Thinking of Drake only led Liam to ruminate on Mateo, his brother-in-law. Nearly a year before, when the four friends had attended a Yankees game with Jessica’s brothers, Mateo had made a sloppy pass at Alyssa without knowing she was in a relationship. 

Well, to be more precise, he’d actually talked about Alyssa in front of her face, not realizing she spoke Spanish, and told his brother “Alyssa can sit on my face.” 

The only thing that had saved the weekend from devolving into complete anarchy was that Drake didn’t know enough Spanish to translate. But someone -- probably shit-starting Leo -- had explained Mateo’s words to Drake, and now Alyssa’s new husband was out for blood. 

If any of them ruin my little princess’ day, Liam swore to himself, I will murder them. I’m king. I can pardon myself. 

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Palace -- Ballroom

Lilyana was properly anointed and baptized. At the head table, overlooking the large gathering as he cradled his daughter in his arms, Liam looked over the party with a sigh of relief and scooped up another forkful of chicken tagine. Everything had gone off without a hitch, and now they just needed to feed all these people, hand the princess off to Regina or one of her doting aunts or uncles, and he could spirit his wife away to take his “royal scepter” anywhere she wanted it. 

His eyes tracked to Leo, who was in rapt conversation with Penelope across the room. When Leo pulled the jar out of his pocket, Liam threw back his entire scotch in disgust. 

Jessica, resplendent in a new Ana de Luca original, came back to the table. “God, these fucken people are intolerable, Liam. How much longer --” Her words were cut off when Liam wrapped his hand around her wrist. 

“My love, give our daughter to her grandmother. Te necesito. Ahora,” he added, eyes locked on hers. (I need you. Now.)

She took the baby from his arms and brought Lilyana to Alyssa. “The princess needs some time with her Auntie Lyss.” 

Alyssa smirked as she kissed the infant’s sweet-smelling head. “And the queen needs to get her back blown out?” 

Jessica tossed her hair. “Fuck yeah.” 

Alyssa high-fived her before she walked away. 

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Palace -- Liam and Jessica’s Quarters

“You’re so gorgeous, love,” Liam grunted, gripping a fistful of Jessica’s hair and tugging her head back, exposing her throat to his lips and teeth. 

She shuddered at the feeling, reaching for his thick length. “We don’t have a lot of time …” 

“We have as much time as it takes.” He unzipped the dress and slid it down her body, admiring the curves that had only become lusher with motherhood. Lowering her to the bed, Liam’s lips moved over Jessica’s breasts and stomach. He toyed with the waistband of her underwear. 

“Liam, please --”

The panties dropped to the ground, and her plea melted into a throaty groan at the first swipe of his tongue. “Fuuuuuuuuck.” 

“Yes, love,” he said against her, working her with his hands and mouth. “Dámelo.” (Give it to me.)

She was still shaking with her release when Liam crawled over her, his rigid cock probing between her thighs. “Now, muñeca.” 

Something crashed against the door. 

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Palace -- Ballroom 

To his delight, Leo had reunited with Miss Willoughby, his fourth-grade teacher. Though she was no longer as perky as he remembered and had grown an unfortunate goiter, she listened attentively to Leo’s stories about his children. 

She had had a lot of champagne. 

“Do you have a picture?” she asked at last, after Leo had regaled her with the tale of taking Peter and Rocky grocery shopping for the first time. 

“Even better than that.” Leo proudly reached into his jacket pocket. “Boys, I’d like you to meet Miss Willoughby.” 

The teacher shrank back with concern. “Leo … what -- what is that?” 

“They are Rocky and Peter.” He pointed to each stone as he introduced them. “Their birth was excruciating, but it was worth every moment of pain.” 

Miss Willoughby rubbed her misshapen throat lump. “Are those --” 

He heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Technically they are kidney stones. But the word ‘kid’ is right in there! Love makes a family, Miss Willoughby. Not your status as ‘human.’” He punctuated the last word with finger quotes of disgust.

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On the other side of the room, Drake’s gaze narrowed on a familiar face. “Devereaux!” he hissed. 

Alyssa looked up from where she had been singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” to Lilyana. “What?” 

“Is that Jess’ fucken brother?” 

She bit her lip. It was Mateo, but no way was she letting Drake get involved in a brawl at the princess’ anointing, for Christ’s sake. “I don’t remember.” 

“What do you mean, you ‘don’t remember’?” 

Waving a breezy hand, Alyssa hastily tried to defuse the situation. “Oh, I was drinking a lot that day.” 

“A lot for you. Not for your average 15-year-old,” he snickered, agreeing. 

To Alyssa’s relief, the man had slipped out of sight. “Well, be that as it may, you should let that Mateo thing go. Everything’s cool.” 

He scowled. “It is not. I know he’s here today! I’m going to find him and kick the shit out of him.” 

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“You should call me Roberta.” 

Leo raised his eyebrows. “Miss Willoughby -- Roberta. I would be delighted to.” 

She set down her flute. “You certainly grew up handsome …” 

Smoothing his blond locks back into place, Leo gave her a rakish grin. “Why, Roberta. How forward of you.” 

“Is there somewhere we can get away?” She reached out and gripped his ass with surprising strength. 

“I guess that depends on how much you’ve had to drink.” 

“The perfect amount.” Her hand slid around to the front, grappling with the front of his pants. 

“Whoooooooa. Well, in that case, yes. We can get away.” 

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Alyssa handed Lilyana to Drake in another attempt at distraction, nervous about the way he was pacing the room. “Uh, I have to use the bathroom. Can you take the baby?”

He was already cooing at Lilyana, assuaging Alyssa’s nerves until she made out the words. “And Uncle Drake’s gonna beat the fuck out of your Uncle Mateo ... yes, he is! Yes, he is!”

“Drake!” she gritted. 

“Because nofuckingone talks about your Auntie Lyssa like that; no, they do not!” he continued in a singsong voice, ignoring Alyssa completely. 

She rolled her eyes and headed out of the ballroom, content that he at least wouldn’t start any physical fights with a baby in his arms. 

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Palace -- Liam and Jessica’s Quarters

Jessica sat up with a start, unfortunately bending Liam’s manhood at an awkward angle. He screamed. 

“Who the fuck is at the door?” Her shrewd eyes, trained to find danger, scanned the room. She threw Liam’s jacket on -- their size difference meant it fit her like a gigantic robe -- and grabbed her taser. 

“Love, wait!” Liam struggled up from the bed, wincing at the pain in his dick. 

“Goddammit, Leo!” Jessica screeched upon throwing the door open. 

Her brother-in-law’s bare ass, driving rhythmically toward a faceless someone who was pressed against the opposite wall, greeted her. 

“Jess! Fuck!” Leo slowed. “Sorry, Roberta, hang on.” Continuing to hold her against him as a shield, he craned his head around to look at her. “I’m a little busy right now. What?” 

She slammed the door closed. “Liam, get dressed.” 

“What the fuck is going on?” The king complied, his good mood completely dissipated. 

“Your fucken brother is banging someone outside our door. I’m pretty sure his ass is the crashing sound we heard. His naked ass touched the door. I’m having maintenance replace it tomorrow!” 

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Palace -- Hallway Outside Liam and Jessica’s Quarters

Leo struggled back into his pants, grateful that his partner had kept her dress on. “Miss W -- Roberta, I’m really sorry, but we’re going to have to cut this short. Er, not that anything about me is short, obviously. But I’m pretty sure my brother’s about to come out here --” 

The door flew open. “LEO, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Liam raged. 

“Run!” Leo grabbed Roberta’s hand and took off running down the corridor, jacket in his other hand. 

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Palace -- Ballroom 

Alyssa hadn’t come back, but the more Drake stared at the man he had noticed earlier, the more he was convinced it was Mateo Garcia. 

That fucker. 

Lilyana had fallen asleep against his chest. He wasn’t going to disturb her or put her in danger, but … 

Drake looked at the abandoned plates of cake on their table. Steadying the baby with his left arm, he picked up a handful of cake and squeezed it experimentally in his fist. Maybe he hadn’t played ball with Liam and Maxwell in a few years, but he still had a decent arm. 

He rose, stalking closer to his target but staying close to the exit for a quick getaway. 

Drake raised his arm and fired. 

The handful of cake exploded against the man’s face. Spluttering, Mateo whipped his head around and roared, “What the fuck was that?” 

Drake and Lilyana slipped out the nearest door, almost colliding with a sweaty Leo, panic in his eyes. 

Leo grabbed Drake’s shoulders, careful to avoid Lilyana’s head. “Drake! We have a crisis on our hands!” 

He listened to Leo with only half his attention; his other ear focused uneasily on the new commotion of screaming and -- was that breaking glass? -- inside the ballroom. 

“So I need you to come on the search mission with me,” Leo finished. 

Drake shook his head to clear it, registering an older woman with a prominent goiter slinking back into the ballroom. “The fuck are you talking about? Did you just finish having sex with that woman?” He jerked a thumb toward Roberta.

The blond man scowled. “I didn’t get to finish, and neither did she, thanks to Jess and Liam’s drama.” 

“But the --” Drake gestured to his neck. 

Leo waved it off. “I hit it from behind. No distracting visuals that way.” 

“You, dickhead!” Drake grimaced. “Thanks for the mental image.” 

“My pleasure. Now, we need to go. Find someone to take the baby. I need you completely focused.” 

“On what? Where the fuck are we going?” 

“Have you not been listening to me? Jesus, Drake! I need you to help me find the twins!” Leo raked his hand through his hair, making it stand on end as his blue eyes burned with obsessive fire. “I took my jacket off when I was nailing Miss Willoughby -- er, Roberta -- and the jar must have fallen out. My children are missing, Drake!” 

Drake nestled Lilyana against his chest and covered one of her ears. “You -- you have lost the fucken plot, Leo. I am not searching for your -- your -- dick rocks!” 

“You were there at their birth, Drake. It hurts me that you take no interest in your godstones.” 

“Stop calling them my ‘godstones’! That is not even a goddamn word --” Drake broke off his rant as Alyssa appeared in the hallway, covered in red. “Jesus Christ! Baby!” He thrust Lilyana into Leo’s waiting arms; the baby woke up and began to cry. “What happened?” 

“Huh? You made the baby cry!” Alyssa went to take Lilyana, but Drake grabbed her.

“Look at you, Devereaux! Where are you bleeding from?” Frantic, he tugged the neckline of her dress aside, exposing her bra. She slapped his hand away. 

“Stop! I’m not bleeding!” 

“But --” He gestured to the bright stain marring her light blue dress. 

She looked down. “Oh, that. Someone dumped gazpacho on me when I was walking through the ballroom.” 

“What?” 

Alyssa pointed. “It’s anarchy in there; didn’t you notice?” 

The men peered into the room. Roughly 40 people, most screaming, flung food at each other, ducking to avoid flying lunch items and using plates and -- in several concerning cases -- overturned tables as shields. 

“What happened?” Leo looked concerned. 

Alyssa noted the guilty look on Drake’s face as she rocked and tried to shush Lilyana. “I think this baby needs to eat. Have you seen Liam or Jess?” 

The question seemed to snap Leo back to reality. “You should look for them, Lyss. Head them off --”

“What do you mean ‘head them off’?” 

But Leo continued, “And in the meantime, Drake and I need to find the twins!” He grabbed a loudly-protesting Drake by the arm and dragged him down the hall. 

A moment after they turned the corner, Alyssa, still rocking the baby, was startled by her voice from behind her. She turned her head to see Liam and Jessica stalking rapidly toward her. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re back!” 

Jessica took Lilyana, cuddling her. “Let’s go eat.” Stepping into the ballroom, she shrieked, “What the fuck?” 

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“I need you to help me file a missing persons report,” Leo said 15 minutes later, after they had repeatedly combed the hallways looking for the jar of kidney stones. “My children are in danger!” 

“Stop calling them your fucken children!” 

Leo pressed his lips together with frustration. “I went through two hours of labor and five minutes of pushing, all for your GODSTONES! The least you can do is help report the twins’ disappearance and bring them back to their Papi Chulo.” 

He was saved from Drake’s wrathful retort by a notification on Drake’s phone. “Oh, no you don’t,” Drake muttered, typing furiously on his keyboard. 

“What are you doing?” Leo huffed impatiently. 

“Someone outbid me for this lure I really want.” Drake finished typing and sucked in a breath. “Ohhhhh shit.” 

“What now?” 

Raking a hand through his hair, Drake extended his phone toward Leo. “Uhhhhh, I think you better look at this.” 

“HOberta69? Drake, don’t buy anything from a seller with that name -- holy shit!” he exclaimed as he looked closer. 

He clicked the link; the phone screen filled with his own image. “Yeah,” video Leo said, “it hurt like a son of a bitch when I pushed these li’l fellers out, but that’s parenthood!” He held up the jar and shook it. “The rascals.” 

Drake covered his face with his palm. “You are so fucken embarrassing.” 

“This fucken kidnapper! I give her the best two-pump-chumpin’ she’s ever had and this is how the old bag repays me? Oh, the fucken humanity! I will hunt her down! I will throw her in the dungeons! I will --”

“She’s basically holding them for ransom,” Drake said reasonably. “Maybe if you message her …” 

But Leo had already clicked the “buy it now” option. “Thank God I still have Liam’s credit card saved to my account.” 

Drake’s eyes widened. “You paid for the dick rocks? With Liam’s credit card? You know he’s gonna fucken kill you?” 

“Calm your tits, Drake.” Leo heaved a heavy sigh. “You and Alyssa haven’t created a family yet. The first lesson you’re gonna learn when the time comes, though, is that parenthood is full of bullshit sacrifice … and Liam is the lucky guy who gets to make that sacrifice.” 

[moony-artnstuff]

Commission @cabinetacademia

Note: @cabinetacademia I am so, so sorry that this took so long. I don’t really have a valid excuse other than that school has been requesting a shit-ton of time lately and the only moment I did have time to write I couldn’t get myself to do it. I sincerely hope you can forgive me for the long wait and I hope you enjoy your matchup!

The Hobbit: I ship you with THORIN OAKENSHIELD

Thorin is a King, and, though many would not think it at first sight, a gentle soul.

Sure, he is a warrior, and a legendary one at that, but he is also creative. He is a craftsman, a musician, someone who values food and cheer and song and family above all else. Someone who loves you with all of himself once you’ve finally captured his heart.

Thorin has travelled a lot in his lifetime, and especially now as a king I can imagine he has an incredible knowledge about all kinds of cultures, history, mythology, etc. Not to mention he has access to the royal library night and day, which he extends to you even before you start courting, as a means to capture your heart.

I can imagine that after the quest to reclaim Erebor was accomplished you stayed with the company in the lonely mountain to become a professor (probably teaching young pebbles the many languages of middle earth).

One of Thorin’s favorite places to be is the room that you two share. It’s filled with all kinds of trinkets you’ve collected over the years (including Thorin’s many courting gifts), mountain high piles of books, note- and sketchbooks, letters and many other things. It’s a good kind of cluttered, and it fills Thorin with a fond feeling whenever he takes it all in, as it reminds him of you and all your lovable quirks.

Even before you and Thorin married, even before you started courting, Thorin saw you as a queen. Your intelligence, your creative and ambitious nature, the way how everything you said sounded like it came straight out of a novel, and how when you called out his name it sounded like poetry had him immediately wrapped around your finger.

Once you marry Thorin you become queen under the mountain, meaning you’ll have to attend all kinds of social gatherings, meetings and grand feests. Don’t worry though, Thorin will be there to hold your hand and shield you from the overwhelming attention, and there’s no way in hell he will let anyone talk over you. Thorin values the things you say, and he thinks it’s important for others to listen as well.

One time you off-handedly mentioned to him you’re attracted to beards, and he wore this really giddy and proud smile for the rest of the day (and you noticed he since started to put just a little bit extra care in his facial hair in the morning).

As you most likely will have noticed when watching the movies, Thorin is not exactly good with words. It’s why he’s so happy you write him those lovely letters with all the reasons why you love him, and he does the same for you. He enjoys having you in his arms at night as he reads to you out loud his love letters with all the reasons why he adores you, and how the Arkenstone isn’t even half as much in worth as you.

Lord of the Rings: ARAGORN

Gift giving between Aragorn and you changes over time. While the two of you are still rangers, his gifts tend to be more simple and practical, like well-crafted daggers, a warm scarf for when winter comes, a new satchel for your maps and other items. Once Aragorn becomes king - and therefore has more money and no longer travels everyday - his gifts become more extravagant and fancy, like a new waistcoat, a beautiful dress, beautifully detailed fountain pens, etc.

Story-telling is a must. Every night when the two of you have made a fire and set up your camp, you tell each other stories. You tell him about folklore and mythology and all your favorite stories, while he tells you about his travels around Middle-Earth, the people he met and what it was like to grow up in Rivendell.

Aragorn confides in you with everything he does. Your advice and kind words have gotten him through many hardships in his life, and he holds your opinion in high regard. It’s you he goes to when he worries about the quest and the One ring, it’s you he goes to when he fears he will never be the king Middle-Earth needs, and you soothe his mind every time.

Aragorn is a ranger so does not carry a lot of unpractical trinkets with him, but he treasures everything you give him and keeps all your gifts in a special bag. He will often craft you tiny statues while travelling. When the two of you come across a town he will often get you a pretty bracelet or a beautiful dagger.

When the two of you cuddle he likes to trace your moles and play with the lighter patches of your hair. He likes having you near him and he pays attention to all the small details that make you you.

He carries a few of your love letters bound with a small robe with him at all times, wherever he goes. He misses you immensely when the two of you are apart, and the letters bring him comfort. It warms his heart every time he reads them and he has tried many a time to write love letters for you as well, though he always feels like the words he writes cannot even begin to convey the love he feels for you.

Once he becomes king and you his queen he likes to take you shopping for clothing that matches your aesthetic, often asking the tailors to make something specifically for you. He wants you to feel both beautiful and comfortable, and he smiles whenever you try to pick out his outfit so you can match aesthetic.

[little-red-rabbit]

What would your characters’ favorite holiday(s) be? We don’t know a bunch of canon multiverse holidays but I’m sure there’s a bunch that are analogous to ours!

Oh Anon, sweet Anon you know not the rabbit hole you have just embarked down. Because, in my overzealous world build I have in fact created holidays for a few of my fan planes.... and I am more then happy to talk about them!!!

For Marcel's home plane of Floramore there are two note worthy celebrations.

The first being the Fey Queens Fest, a glorious celebration of the coming of spring and everything it brings with it life, beauty and new love. Villages across the rolling hills and enchanted forest come alive with activity as they are coved in colorful garland and floral decorations. With a few of the more well off villages creating flower effigies of local fey. The community come together to create a large banquet made up of local dishes that house contributed to, laid across tables pulled from those very houses.

A young maiden will be chosen to be the Fey Queen of the Fest, she will blest the local fields for a coming year and leave out gifts for the local fey who will be awaking from their long winter slumber. Then comes the next few day of enjoying the fruits of last years labor, feasting, drinking and dancing until the dawn. With circuses, bards and mummers traveling from village to village to work the festivities. This is also a celebration of love new and old, weddings and renewal of vows are often performed during the Fest, with young lovers sneaking love letter to one another hidden in flower crowns.

The aristocracy tend to celebrate a bit differently then the common folk, with elaborate garden parties to show off their exotic greenhouses and well pruned hedges. They also throw the Grand Queen's Tourney, this grand event of all this chivalric and knightly draws in chevalier from all over the land. The Tourney is always dedicated to the wife of the Emperor and the royal couple will often attend.

This is also Marcel's favorite holiday.

The second most important holiday on Floramore is the Hearth Lord's Eve.

This is a very different celebration held in the grip of Floramore harsh winters. It is a time to come together with friends and family and chase away the negative emotions that have gather like the falling snow. Small humble gathering dotted across the village, warm glasses of mulled wine, joyful carols, logs stuffed with fragrant herbs upon the fire, and the exchanging of humble gifts. It is a time for family, a time for friends, a time for remined who are the most important people in our lives.

The aristocrats sadly have made a complete mockery of this holiday. Decorating the halls of their villas in tinsel, garland and glittering ornaments as they throw grand feasts and dances. Dukes and Lords trying to one up one another with even more elaborate gifts, as they drink their time away safe from the howling cold outside their warm halls. The only thing that keep the grumbling of the peasants to a minimum is that this is also the time of year that the local lords give generous gifts to local villages.

Being born a peasant and spending his early Lord's Eve with his mother, Marcel never quite felt conferrable with the overwrought celebrations of the nobility he attended.

Golgarthum is another one of my planes with a well defined holiday, The Feast of the Beast!

In the planes past the Feast of the Beast was an attempt to appease Glorrot the wurm who always eats, the ever starving one, the unyielding maw. Hunters, gathers and cooks from all over would gather as much food as they could hoping to appease Glorrot so he would stop attacking their homes. It never worked.

But even after the wurm was chased deep into the bowls of Golgarthum the gathering did not stop. Eventually it evolved into a massive cooking commotion with coming from all over to demonstrate their skills and talents, to win fame and prizes.

This year though the prize is truly something special, the thousand year fruit. Who's taste is said to be so indescribable as to ignite a spark, or so the legend goes.

Mollycap is going to be attending this years Feast of the Beast.

So I was going to make up some holiday that Niphorbis uses to attend in Theros past but then I learned about Theros - The Meletian Calendar..... which has information on 27 annual festivals and events.... I really want to know all about that please.

Shepheard come from Innastrad past, before Avacyn and her church when the old ways where still alive and well. So he has strong memories of the Harvesttide, a warm hand in his as he dances until dawn. Having his first kiss under the burning effigy of a werewolf.

Dillon loves holidays of all kind from any plane, they fill people dreams with such joy and wonder.

Baba Yule often gather with other witches from Eldraine to Floramore on nights when the moon is missing and dark forces are most potent to participate in their profaning gatherings.

Sagara has enjoyed learning and participating in a number of holidays across the plane, one he practically enjoyed was the Festival of the Guildpact. Seeing the a plane as mired in strife as Ravnica taking one day to celebrate in peace was quite something to see.

While Shani dose not get away from Jungala very often Sagara dragged him to a plane called Dominaria to see something called the Festival of the Arena. The panther was quite enamored with this magical contest of dueling skills that he has come back each year to watch the festivities.

Nivel is very fond of Kaladesh and even attended the Inventors Fairs, he was quite inspired with the pure displays of creativity. Though he bailed when shit hit the fan.

Being a old walker who as traveled across many different seas she has participated in many different calibrations, one of her favorites used to be held on the plane of Loch'tamor. A celebration of a sea goddess and her wedding to the man in the moon, it was awfully romantic and the boozes was really good. Sadly that kingdom that held this celebrations did not survive the awaking of the elder dragons.

[crazyclownthanos]

A lifetime with you

A Zora x Nebra one-shot.

Warnings: none

The night air was ever so thick, however the chill in the air felt somehow different, was his emotions taking over him? Hope the fuck not. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop he was returning from a 3 day mission on some rescue revival plan, whatever, he didn’t quite understand but heck his father would slap him silly if he were to refuse a mission, but what excited him most was seeing his wife.

Reaching the window sill to their bedroom. Zora could already tell that this was their bedroom window because it was the only window in the palace that was unlocked.

Opening the window he crouched down, one hand on the window sill and another hand on the top of the window holding it up, his blue hues graced over the sleeping Silva beauty sleeping on her back with the sheets covering her entire body but her head not facing the moonlight.

He rolled his eyes to the side a little as he heard his heart thumping and his cheeks flushing Sakura pink

“How the wonders of love can do to someone...what shit hole.” His mind spoke.

Leaping forward he didn’t notice that his foot was a second behind leading to the window clashing with the ring on the back of his boot causing him to make a yelping sound, causing him ot face plant on the stone cold floor.

Lifting up his head to use his hand to swipe over his mouth, hoping that Nebra wouldn’t have woken up.

Hearing a slight groan from Nebra, Zora laid out an arm before leaning his head on the arm preventing him coming into contact with the cold floor. He perked an eye up and noticed Nebra’s hands through the blanket holding her stomach, without noticing a small smile growing on his face.

“Almost six months huh....” he whispered underneath his breath. another 3 to 4 months before their baby is brought into the world. The bridge between Peasants and Royals, this feat their taking feels way too unreal to be true.

Getting back on his feet he walked over, trying not to make any sudden noises yet slipping on the tiles. Walking to her side he threw the blanket off her, as soon as he did that Nebra wrapped her arms around her pregnant belly, still asleep. A pin drop. No words can describe how he’s feeling but a pin dropping. She’s protecting their baby. Something triggered inside him and thus, tears spilled down his cheeks, not sad tears but happy tears.

Zora’s tears had dropped down to Nebra’s cheek causing her to flutter one eye, those enchanting eyes of her viewing her boyfriend crying right in front of her as if he was attending her funeral.

“Hi cutie.” Jolting a hand back from the sudden raspy voice of a tired Nebra Silva.

She lifted her right hand up wanting to play with his cheek. Lifting down to his knees, Nebra played and pinch with his cheeks. Zora couldn’t hold back his small laughter, happy tears still spilling down, giggles filled the room as Nebra continued to play with his cheeks. Taking her hand back there was tears on her hand, she starred at the softly before she kissed her hand lightly.

Feeling his heart tingle he moved his head forward to Nebra’s until he reached nose length, Nebra didn’t hesitate to move back but only moved a smudge closer.

“can I have kiss?”

“If you say the magic word” she said with a high laugh in her voice.

Thinking with every word on the top of his head.

“Please?” he pulled a slight smirk hoping to be right, not seeing any signs of rejection he tried to pull in but as Nebra placed a finger on his lips disappointment slapped him.

“Nope! You didn’t say that correctly.” She giggled to him in a low voice.

Zora moved his eyes to the chandelier above them and whispered to her. “Pwease.”

Back when they were told to perform Royal duties they visited an orphanage where this one kid would always ask for anything is he would use the word “pwease.” And whenever that would happen Zora would crack up laughing.

A small laugh came from her as she walked her fingers up his back to his nape. Wrapping her arms she pulled him in for a long passionate kiss. Never he had been so in love, sure he had his one night stands with other people but god, if he were to tell himself 2 years ago that he would of been in a full course relationship with a Royal he would of laughed his ass off, but now it all feels like a dream up to this moment.

Releasing him from her grip. He looked down on her to see her wearing his green shirt that Solid gave him for Christmas, he said he wouldn’t wear this shirt even if he was caught dead in it but if he were not to be caught he might use it as a night shirt.

“Is that my ugly green shirt Solid gave me?” He questioned leaning his hands over to her. He tried so hard to be intimidated but all she could do is pull an unsure smirk hoping to not break into laughter.

“What’s with the smirk, princess?”

“You being intimidating of course, I use to think you’re intimidating but looking at you now, Mr Big Boy~ I’m less sure these days.” When she called him “Mr Big Boy” her tone sounded more seductive. Zora felt as steam flew out of his ears. He couldn’t respond back as he was too flustered, situations like them he would retaliate but tonight he had fallen into her hands.

Nebra slowly sat up, still cradling her stomach, she swore her stomach had grown over the past 6 days, she’d had imagine what it would be like carrying a bag of flour up her stomach. Caressing her stomach another set of hands joined hers. “Wouldn’t you believe that our bundle of joy in there.” He spoke softly and that was rare to hear Zora speak softly, he would only speak softly when he was super serious about something.

“Do you mind turning on the lamp lights, honey.” Zora did what she told and straight away she notice the light reflecting off his bracelet.

“You know what I feel like what’s missing.”

She spoke quietly, causing Zora to lift up his head

“Wedding rings.” Mid-through sentence she slid her fingers into his.

“I promise you after this we’ll get married, soon enough just promise me my princess.” He kissed her knuckles.

Leaning back he did take notice of the squinting in her eyes, Zora completely remembered what was on her mind.

“Have your trashy grandparents and father asked about your pregnancy?” He wasn’t going to hold his punches against them, Nebra’s father might of has droplets of respect for him, but you knew darn well that her grandparents resented him very well. Even almost six months after they’re still mad at him for getting their granddaughter pregnant before marriage.

“Shitty Royals and their Jack-ass traditions.” Listening to his mind. They’ve put such pressure on her, even humiliating her at their royal gatherings.

She tilted her head and felt the swelling of tears about to flood in. “They sat me down, both of my grandparents excluding my father, in their living quarters and asked me some rather sensitive topics about the future of our baby.” She squeezed his hands tighter, the memories of screams flooded back to her as if it happened 10 minutes ago.

“Take your time baby.” He came up closer and pressed his forehead against hers.

They sat in the wondering silence for a good 5 minutes. Nebra pushed his shoulders back and bolted her pink hues to his blue hues. “The questions they asked made me wanna punch all my nerves. They asked if when the baby is birthed if I would leave the royal family, I knew from Haskell’s mother that they never asked her such questions, I might be taking a big leap but I think it was because the father is peasant. Next was the amount of mana that what the child might come to possess, I told them they had to wait and see. Third question was if we were going to get married and replied after the baby is born hopefully after their 1st birthday. “

She continued on what questions, Zora felt so horrified by these, what human beings can have such ruined souls. Asking about what blood type the baby might have, the wedding, the color of the baby’s hair, if the baby would be overweight or not. Such a horrible and personal questions to ask someone, he wouldn’t be darned if they were trying to put so much stress large enough to kill their baby.

The worse one of all was when Nebra’s grandmother started to scream at her when she asked if they want to hold the baby when it’s birthed. According to Nozel she found the question ‘invalid’ and ‘stupid’ thing to ask. Nebra missed dinner due to her crying all on the ballroom floor, thank God, Noelle had walk in and make sure to feed her and make sure for her to take a bath.

Zora couldn’t have prevented the situation from so far away. But he can prevent further situations like these to happen again. “I’ve decided that I’m going to take leave earlier than expected.”

“What? Zora please don’t do this.” The desperation in her voice was sure noticeable, she felt as tears were about to finally spill.

“Quit worrying about me And let me worry about you, you’re carrying the kingdoms future not me.” He caressed her stomach one more time before tracing his finger up her arms to her neck, then her chin, up to her cheeks where he kissed her one more time. That’s when Nebra spilt her tears and so did he.

As they broke off Nebra finally whispered to him. “There’s one more thing I want more than anything, even more than our baby, A lifetime with you.” Zora smiled at the response he couldn’t agree even more.

And thus a new beginning rose for them, a memory of them starting a family together.

[calypsoff]

Eighty Five.

Meetings after meetings, studio after studio. New York is busy for me to say the least, and now I am onto meeting number three and this is with Jay Brown, he wants an update on the plan of action. Before we leave tonight to go back to California where I pretty much take my sound engineer and team with me to California to finish my album off, like this whole thing with Chris has inspired me a lot, I think the songs that are coming from me are going to be songs that people love, I have been testing different genres and I think I am pushing myself for this album but it’s hard, I have my private life on show too, I have people that need me. Meaning my daughter, I have a lot on and then building my own team, Fenty Corp, now I was thinking of getting Chris on board until he annoyed my life with his stupidity but it’s a lot, I could have done with him helping me with this. I am building an empire for my daughter, for my family. I rise, so does all my family. I want my kids, kids, kids to be rich and it starts with me but I will deal, I will get on with it and deal. I want to build my empire, this is something I’ve always wanted to do so I am excited but I need to get this album out “Miss Fenty, Jay Brown is ready to see you” breaking my daydream there, Jen and I both got up from the seat “you have been so quiet” Jen said at the side of me “planning my next move, doesn’t help when my voice is going so I am trying to be quiet” I chuckled “oh yeah, I mean it should just disappear, just have the break today and then tomorrow, by then you will feel better” nodding my head as I made my way inside the meeting room “Rihanna!” Jay Brown spat with his arms open, walking into the hug “long time boo” wrapping my arm behind his back “where is the mini Rihanna?” He said looking around me, I chuckled “she is plotting on her next milk feed, she is with her father” moving back from the hug and made my way around the table “oh he’s taking care of her? In a cast” he added “yeah, Rorrey is with him. She’s only Five months, not like she can walk away from him” he’s not incapable of taking care of her.

The meeting is underway and honestly my mind is drifting, drifting back to the meeting and then to my future, to my life but I am just thinking how Chris had to get hurt in this, I didn’t want that. It’s been a few days and I haven’t really spoken to him or even Rorrey until I said pick up Rylee to take care of her “for the album rollout we are thinking of going in partnership with Samsung and do a little fun thing for the fans but I also want to add we need you to use their phones too for a while, but we want to do something for the fans so they are involved” nodding my head “that is fine, I am here for all that and I am doing this album for my fans, this is who I am doing it for and they deserve it. I want to make sure I do the most for them, are we announcing the tour straight away after the release?” Jay nodded his head “indeed we are, and then of course after all that it will be your own personal ventures until you are ready to do another” all I can think about is missing out on my daughter “I wanted to ask actually, what happened to Chris?” I knew that was coming “erm, he had a fight. With Drake” I added, I came out with it, I am not holding back on it because he is a snake “Drake? He hasn’t said anything about it” Jay looks taken a back “because he is in the wrong, he used my husband. Manipulated him, Chris is new to this game, he’s come out of Jail, not knowing what things happened between him and I, I assumed he was just being friends with him, genuine. But then it escalated to the point where he was making out I am some Hollywood whore, kept feeding him shit, Chris is none the wiser because he thinks this nigga is being a friend to him, that Drake cares when he doesn’t, I’ve had enough and it ended up being an argument and it was like he was a good guy when he wasn’t so yeah it all blew up, and that happens” Jay is in shock, he wasn’t expecting that “that is so sly, this is over you?” I snorted laughing “shocking right” he waved me off laughing “it’s dramatic but not shocking, he’s had a thing for you, you just didn’t see it for him” he got that right, Drake is not my type at all “tell Chris he needs to be careful out there, nobody is really your friend in the business” Jay said and he is right.

Left the meeting feeling positive to say the least, stressed a little but we move on “busy, busy, busy. You’re actually going to take the world by storm, I am so excited for you” I cooed out “thank you Jen” I mumbled “you seem a little deflated though, how come?” Taking in a deep breath “a lot has gone on, I think before I even start my album rollout I would hope my private life is dealt with, it’s hard when it’s left in the balance and I’m having to hear how he is through Rorrey, I don’t ring, and he doesn’t ring me and I think it could be more because of him feeling bad about what happened you know? But I just want my marriage to be secure, I want to know when I go on tour that he’s ok, I really want to take Rylee with me, she’s my daughter and I want her to be close but also want to know my marriage is ok. Just worried, it’s ok I’m here building this when my marriage is falling. It’s a lot, I feel like a hypocrite too at times” Jen is so understanding, she is married herself “marriage is hard Robyn, I think what happened with Chris would have happened. He’s new to the game, he needs to learn and understand. He will grow and you both will be fine, why are you worried?” Turning to Jen “with Fenty Corp. I wanted him to overlook my business, I wanted him to be that person because I trust him, but I feel I don’t, and it’s annoying me. I didn’t want him to be just my husband, I wanted him to be clothing brand owner and also Vice President of Fenty. I wanted that but he trips up and I’m like I can’t have this? I wouldn’t have it with anyone else, I just don’t know” I have a lot of decisions to make, and he doesn’t understand that “like I need a decision now? You know, who is my team, that is it really. It’s just a mess” waving my hand.

Placing my bag on the countertop “oh and what are you doing back?” I said seeing Rorrey on my couch “I came to back of my stuff, Chris said come. I have done anyways, so erm, not to sound awkward but is Chris coming with us?” Rorrey laughed “oh and that is Chris’ dirty clothes” Jahleel sniggered “right, erm yes. He will be coming; I haven’t really spoken to you since. How is he?” making my way to the couch “good, I mean we have just been playing the console all day really, but he is good company, just watching movies after movies, so yeah. He is good, I think he is a little stressed because he can’t do anything” looking around the room “my daughter?” I asked “with her dad” pulling a face “right, go back and help him stupid. Just tell him to come with you, with my daughter thank you too. She better be fed too” he is so dumb “they were asleep, I just text him” the nigga has a cast on so of course he needs help and here he is, legs up “I am going back, don’t worry” Rorrey mumbled “I will see you all the jet then” sitting down on the couch, I am just thinking so hard on everything, I need to make that decision before I leave who will be doing what for my company, and my step forward was Chris being in it. By the time my album and tour is done, this will be ready and waiting for me, my baby.

“Spill, you’re thinking” Mel said, my people all gathered around “my team, who I want with me for this journey. Mel you said you want to break away, you want to do your own thing. Ciarra will chief creatively officer, Melissa is going to be my design director and Philippa creative director. Chris was going to be my vice, but I don’t know” I mumbled “Jahleel, don’t give me that face I barely know you” he gasped “right, I didn’t know that was your plan but go with your heart” Mel said “the same guy that royally fucks up every time, I just. I am scared and worried because he does it a lot, you know?” Jen is thinking, I can tell “what is it? Speak to me Jen” she has something on mind “how about Chris and I do it together, he messed up then I am the safety net?” furrowing my eyebrows “this is a big deal, I am talking a big scale. I can’t have half assed shit with him, but what do you mean? You’re with me? I got Tina to help you” I said “I need to step back from that, I need something where I can work from home, less travelling also. My other half and I are trying for a baby, and I need to be home more” letting out an oh “so I am asking, because you are the boss. I don’t want to leave you; I want to be around you forever. I love you so much, all of you but if I need to have an interview for this then I will but if you want me to do it alongside Chris, I can be a silent person on side” licking my top lip “well with Chris he isn’t getting paid for it, he is my husband. We will prosper together, but. Mhmm” I said thinking “no, I will make you Vice, Chris will be the silent person. Maybe he will be annoyed with that, it’s unfair to hide a title from you. That is it, you are president, and he is vice, that is how we will need to do it, it has to be. This is where you two can work, I am going to keep it as that” I am actually upset about Jen.

I don’t want to seem selfish, but Jen is actually leaving me, and I am so sad, I will discuss it on the jet, once it sets off. We are waiting for Chris, Rorrey and my daughter. They are taking a while, but I think it’s more to do with Chris, trying to get him in and out and stuff. Now his leg is in a cast, I hope my brother is staying behind because if he isn’t then I will have to go back home because I can’t leave Chris alone, he won’t do well alone “they are here, let me go and help them. More to get my daughter then anything” I chuckled, I have dealt with Chris when he has a cast on, he isn’t the best person, he whines about everything “just going to get my daughter” I said to the attendant, she is waiting around like us. Making my way down the steps, Rorrey is of course the first person to be out “hey, how is my daughter” Rorrey is laughing, he hugged me “please tell what is funny?” he shook his head “nothing, she is on my side. She is awake, I am going to help Chris get out, maybe carry him up they jet” he better not laugh too much, Chris will refuse to go anywhere “Miss Fenty” my driver said, going around the car “oh baby” looking up and seeing Chris, he is just looking at me with low eyes, but he looked away “come on baby, you my big baby” Rorrey is very annoying, especially to a stubborn men like him now.

My brother and Chris are stupid, that is all I can say. They did more falling then anything but least he got him on the jet “everyone say back to California!” Jahleel spat “I don’t want my picture taken” Chris said because Jah is taking the selfie in front, so everyone is in it “don’t be moody?” Jah said, “I don’t want it nigga now move” frowning at Chris “Chris!” I spat “just come here Jah, leave him out of it” Jahleel kissed his teeth, Mel eyeballed me but what the hell she want me to do with that “ok look at the camera everyone” smiling as Jahleel took the picture, leaning down and pressing kiss to the top of Rylee’ head “he was rude to Jahleel” Mel said to me in a whisper “I am not his carer but I know what his problem is, or maybe I don’t but I will speak to him, maybe it’s that. I didn’t speak to him when I got Rylee out of the SUV” Mel shrugged “let me take the princess and you go and deal with that” nodding my head as Mel took Rylee from me, getting up from the seat “sit down in my seat” I said to Jah “I didn’t say anything to him” he said defending himself “I know, it’s fine just sit” making my way over to Chris “this seat free” I pointed at the empty seat across from him “yeah” Chris breathed out pointing too.

Chewing on my bottom lip, we are both quiet with each other. I honestly know why I am quiet but him, I don’t know really because he is supposed to make the effort, but I will “how you feeling with your leg?” Chris looked up from his hands “erm, it was hurt at first but it’s ok. The bruises on my side hurt more than anything, it is what it is, what can I say about this. It’s happened, my fault” he is very agitated “you need to relax, like you don’t even know Jahleel and you are snapping on him” this is bringing me back so many memories of when he was housebound and he was ever so moody about everything “if something annoys me, I am going to say it. Are you coming home?” he asked but I only know one answer “I won’t be no, I am staying with Mel and you are going to ask why but I don’t want to live with a man that thinks I was a liar, missed out on our anniversary, our first one as a married couple, first Christmas too. You can be mad all you want but you did. The effort you made because you was busy wanting to believe him, you don’t deserve me Chris. Even now, just taking care of you. Let me know when you want to see your daughter but you right, I am not coming home” getting up from the seat, he ruined these moments for and now wants me to come home because it’s all out in the open, the issue still stands. He believed another man over me.