#having lloyd thoughts tonight. Hello

[vixennss]

"Team Rocket, huh..."

[xcaptain-winterx]

Boobs

dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine!reader

summary: Lloyd and his son don’t like to share

warnings: fluff, Lloyd, boobs, breastfeeding

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

It’s dark outside as Lloyd walks through the front door of the Hansen castle. He’s been away since the morning, hunting down a drug dealer. He couldn’t even kiss you good morning because he left at 4am and didn’t want to wake you up. Your son is now three months old and is waking you two up every night because he’s hungry or lonely.

Lloyd really doesn’t understand how LJ can be that small when he eats that much. When LJ got the private doctor’s check up, they told you that he’s a bit small for his age. The doctor assured you two, though, that some kids just are smaller and LJ also came earlier than expected. Lloyd can still remember how small LJ was when he was born.

He may be small, but he got a strong set of lungs that he likes to use around Lloyd, mostly. The men Lloyd tortures in the basements hear the crying of the small Hansen.

Luckily, Sunshine is there to help. Lloyd knows he could never handle LJ alone. First, because LJ is a mama boy and second, because he doesn’t have boobs.

God, he loves your boobs, too.

He never thought your breast could get any more perfect, but he could have never imagined how beautiful they would get once you got pregnant. Not only that, but he literally became obsessed when your breast started to fill and he first ever got a taste of you.

The first time he tasted you, which was not your cum, you two were having some passionate sex and as Lloyd kissed your chest, he also kissed your breast. At some point, he sucked on your nipple and his mouth immediately filled with your soft milk. You were so embarrassed that Lloyd had to pull out and tell you that you didn’t need to be embarrassed about that.

Lloyd opens the door to the master bedroom, but you are not there. The bed doesn’t look freshly made, meaning that you apparently got woken up by something or rather someone.

“Oh, Junior, keeping your mom up again?” Lloyd says to himself as he makes his way to LJ’s nursery. He can see the soft glow of the lamp from under the door illuminating the dark hallway. Lloyd carefully opens the door and the sight that greets him melts his heart.

You are sitting in the rocking chair, nursing your sweet boy, while humming a soft lullaby. He can see your eye bags and messy hair, which to him makes you look even more beautiful. His college self would have thrown up if he knew he was going to be a father, but now, this is all he wants.

“Hey, Sunshine” Lloyds says quietly. You look up at him with a soft but tired smile, being awake since 2am because LJ keeps screaming his lungs out for you.

“Hey, Moonlight” you answer, tilting your head titling, as he walks towards you. “You are late”.

“I know. My work wasn’t really cooperative” he says and kisses your forehead. Your attention goes back to LJ as he grabs your finger. Lloyd follows and looks down at his son. “Hello to you too, my hungry little boy. Been keeping your mom up the whole night, haven’t you?”.

LJ pulls your finger closer at that, like he understands what Lloyd is saying, making him chuckle. His eyes slowly start to close as he continues to suck on your nipple.

Lloyd looks at you as his son starts to fall asleep.

“Was he a lot of trouble tonight?” he asks seriously, kneeling next to the chair.

“Define trouble”.

Lloyd chuckles, “Did he wake you up a lot of times? Was he just hungry, in need of a diaper change or did he just want mama?”.

“Two times. After the second time I just stayed awake because he wanted the full care package” you say caressing your son’s cheek. Even though he’s been eating, you are still full, which makes your breast hurt.

Lloyd notices how you keep changing your position in the chair while making sure LJ doesn’t stir. A grin flashes on Lloyd’s face.

“You know, when LJ is done and asleep, I could help you. I haven’t had a taste from your milk in a long time” he whispers, kissing your neck. You both know, he had them two weeks ago. “Come on, they taste so-“.

Before he can finish, LJ screams at the top of his lungs, a bit of milk still on his lips. His hand pulling your shirt closer. Lloyd rolls his eyes before looking at you.

“You see that, Sunshine?! He is stealing you away from me and now your boobs” he looks down at his son, “they were mine before you were here. I called dibs back then”.

Like LJ understands, he screams louder and kicks his legs, hitting his dad, making him hiss.

“See! LJ just kicked me, Sunshine” Lloyd says, rubbing his arm. While Lloyd complains, LJ starts screaming louder.

“Ok both of you calm down” you say, tucking your breast back in your sport bra and putting LJ on your chest, rubbing his back. “Lloyd, LJ is a baby. Because of him I produce what you fancy so much”.

“But-“.

“No, Lloyd. He calls dibs on them when he’s hungry, ok?”.

“Sunshi-“ Lloyd tries again.

“You can have them when LJ is not needing them”.

“But I-“.

“Either that or no boobs for you, Mr Hansen” you say. Lloyd looks like a kicked puppy. It doesn’t make it any better that he knows that his infant son is probably smiling right now.

Eventually, Lloyd nods in defeat and lays his head on your lap. A smile breaks out on your face as a pouty Lloyd is now hiding his face in your lap. You comb your fingers through his short hair, which slightly lifts Lloyd’s mood.

Sharing her boobs, or to be more correct, his Sunshine, was never something Lloyd had planned, but now he needs to.

It could be worse, though.

Guess he will just have to share your boobs.

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Candy - Chapter 11

Word Count: 867

Cassidy finds out August and Lloyd are somehow connected...

MINORS DNI

Cassidy swung open the door to her apartment to find Joe standing there, on the verge of knocking. "Wow, Cass, you look beautiful. Is this for me?"

His compliment fell flat as she rolled her eyes, swiftly donning her coat over the alluring black dress Mr. Pink had left for her to wear. She felt desirable in the deep v-neckline and open back of the dress, but she had no intention of wasting it on Joe. Brushing past him, she shut the door firmly behind her. "No, I'm going out."

"Going out? Dressed like that? Where to?" He grabbed her arm, forcing her to face him as they approached the elevator.

Cassidy evaded his questions, her irritation palpable as she stepped onto the elevator with him. "Why are you even here?" she retorted, sidestepping his inquiries.

"I wanted to see my girlfriend. I thought we could have dinner. Where are you going?"

She scoffed, shaking her head, stepping away from him as he attempted to plant a kiss on her cheek. "Now you want to see me? You've been ignoring me for weeks. And you forgot Valentine's Day..."

"Shit..." Joe muttered, a smile creeping across his face. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't think it was your thing. Can we have a redo?"

"Not tonight," Cassidy sighed, her frustration with his persistent pursuit of her affection evident.

He released her arm as they exited the elevator. "Why not? I can make it up to you if you give me another chance..."

Cassidy repeated her refusal, turning away from him as she stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of the building.

"Hey, hey... Where are you going?" He rushed toward her, his grip on her arm tightening as he realized her intentions. "You have a job tonight, don't you?" His words were laced with contempt as Cassidy winced, trying to free herself from his grasp.

"Yes, I do," she replied, finally yanking her arm away from him as her Uber arrived at the curb. "I'm going to be late. We can talk about this another time."

"Fucking slut..." Joe muttered under his breath as she gasped, climbing into the back of the car just before the door slammed shut.

She shook her head, attempting to shake off the hurtful words he had thrown at her, so she could mentally prepare for her evening with Mr. Pink as the car pulled away from the curb.

Cassidy emerged from the car to find Mr. Pink waiting for her, dressed in khakis and a ribbed short-sleeved sweater. She couldn't help but tease him, noting, "I feel overdressed."

Lloyd responded with a smirk and extended his arm, gently pressing a kiss to her cheek as she took it. "Hello, my pumpkin spice." Her giggle was met with a warm smile as they headed toward the building. "So, this is a party for me and my friends from Harvard. We have a party every year. I didn't want to show up all alone."

"Poor Mr. Pink," Cassidy quipped, her tone playful. "Needed a pretty girl on his arm so his friends didn't tease him?"

Lloyd laughed at her teasing, and they paused just inside the lobby. He turned to assist her out of her coat and continued the banter. "Oh, they'll still tease. But I won't care. You know why?" He handed over her coat and clutch to the coat check, his voice laced with a suggestive tone.

"Why?" Cassidy inquired, her flirty smile evident as she faced him.

"Because I'm the one who will be teasing your pretty pink pussy later," Lloyd declared, lifting her chin with a smirk, causing her cheeks to flush. "Do you like the dress?"

"I love it." Cassidy blushed further as she closed her eyes, expecting a kiss that didn't come. "Rude."

Lloyd chuckled, offering her his arm once more. "My name is Lloyd. Don't call me Mr. Pink. What shall I call you? Should I use Candy?"

"Cass or Cassidy," she suggested, and he nodded in approval before stopping abruptly just outside the door to the large lounge. Cassidy froze, following his gaze to the bruises that were beginning to appear on her arm, a painful reminder of Joe's aggression. "Who did that?!"

Cassidy hesitated, her eyes briefly flickering down to the bruises before she looked back at Lloyd. "Oh, it's nothing."

"It's not nothing," Lloyd stated firmly, his expression transforming into one of anger, a side of him Cassidy hadn't seen before.

"He... my boyfriend accidentally grabbed my arm a little too hard is all."

"Uh huh," Lloyd muttered, his jaw clenched as he ran his fingers gently over her arm before turning back around and leading her into the bustling lounge. The room was filled with people engrossed in conversations, enjoying their drinks, while the background music added to the ambiance.

August's conversation halted abruptly when he spotted Lloyd entering the party with Cassidy on his arm. He excused himself tersely, his jaw clenched as he downed his glass of whiskey, placing it on a passing waiter's tray. His gaze remained locked on Lloyd, who wore an amused smirk, and Cassidy, who appeared bewildered, as he approached them. "You brought her here?"

Cassidy shifted her gaze back and forth between August and Lloyd, sensing the tension and conflict between the two men, despite not knowing they had any connection at all.

Chapter 12 Candy

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[colesluvr]

i saw your navigation thing on my feed and like,, can i get just like a hc or scenario of male reader x zane where theyre like cooking together ??

possibly throwing in cute fluffy romance in there too if you’re mayhaps ok with that,,

anyways have a good day :)

Cooked With Love | Zane Julien x Male Reader

HELLO ANON!! ty for the req, Zane is such a great character and I love him so much!! LOOK AT THAT SMILE! anyway, I really hope this was okay for you, I really tried my best but even though Zane's such an amazing character I haven;y wrote for him in so long! I really hope he's not too out of character! ANYWAY PLZ ENJOY!! COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! 🫶

F/C = favorite color

F/S = favorite song

"So, what would everybody like for dinner?"

The sound of your voice caused the entire team to turn their attention away from the TV screen and look at you. They were confused, "What?" Jay questioned as he sat criss-cross on the carpeted floor.

They were all watching a movie while Jay was playing on his Nintendo.

You had a smile on your face and a F/C apron wrapped around your outer elbow. "What would you all like for dinner?" You said again, this time with everybody now looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

"I thought Zane was cooking dinner tonight?" Cole wondered, pointing over to the Nindroid who sat on a single chair, looking at the group.

"I was?" He poundered, fuorrowing his eyebrows in thought. "Well, I mean, you cook almost every night? We just assumed it would be Zane who makes dinner." Lloyd added, answering Zane's question.

"Oh. Well in that case I better get to it, should I?" Zane smiled, but before he could stand you stomped in front of him and made a stop motion with your hand. The Nindroid looked up at you with a cocked eyebrow.

"No. As Lloyd said, Zane cooks dinner all the time, not to mention almost all of our meals. I say it's time to give him a break and we cook something tonight?"

While you thought this was a good idea, the others had different opinions. It was quiet for a moment, Zane sat back down unsure what he should do.

"Y/N...Why do you think Zane is the only one who cook's?" Nya asked as she was seated on the long couch inbetween her brother and Jay, who had the same question.

You shrugged, now feeling stupid.

"Well, Jay electricuted the stove, Kai burned the stove, Lloyd blew up the stove, and I flooded the entire kitchen for an entire day." Nya explained, exposing everyone for their past mistakes.

They all cringed at their past mistakes.

You slowly nod, understanding, somewhat.

"Zane is the only one who is more skilled in cooking, besides his steaks, MMH, you have to try it, Y/N." Cole praised. Zane smiled softly at Cole's compliment.

You paused to think.

Zane was an amazing baker, but you felt like he needed a break too.

"Zane?" You asked, turning your head to him. "Yes, Y/N?" He replied. You faced him and asked, "Do you want to make dinner tonight?"

He thought for a moment, looking at the team and back at you, coming up with an answer. "I do not mind cooking dinner tonight. I see that everybody likes it, so sure." He smiled genuinly.

"Oh... "

Suddenly an idea came into mind, "Why don't I help you cook dinner tonight?" You grabbed Zane's hand with a grin painted on your face.

"Have you ever cooked before, Y/N? I do not think it would be a good idea for you to-" "Of course! Everyone cooked something in their life. Even though it may or may not have burned over 50 times- Just come on, I think it will be fun!"

You and Zane aoomed out of the living area, leaving the others in confusion. "If Y/N burns down the kitchen, Zane will be the only one cooking dinner for now on." Jay spoke before looking back to his Nintendo, the others nod in agreement.

-

Zane stood in the kitchen while you grabbed all the instenils.

He looked to the clock on the stove and read, 8: 56. It was 9 at night and you had this much energy in you?

"Okay!" Your voice caused the Nindroid to reaturn to reality and walk toward you. "What are cooking, Y/N?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, "I went shopping couple days ago and I grabbed this steak." You took out a pack of steak from a bag and tossed the bag in the trash. You placed the tray in the sink and put the steak on top of it. "Cole said something about being skilled in cooking steaks? I would like to that in action."

Zane blinked a couple of times before smiling.

"Let's get started." You grinned as you handed him his pink apron. "What kind of cook cook's without his apron?" You winked as you bowed, raising his apron in the air.

He chuckled quielty before taking it from your hold and put it around his torso. You put your's on right after and you both got to cooking.

-

Oven was set to 500 degrees, the pan was on the stove and with gloves Zane grabbed the piece of steak and slowly placed it on the oily pan.

"What makes you steak so special, Robot-man?" You asked, saying the same you called him first meeting him. He smiled at the name but replied, "I don't think my steak's that speical then Cole anticpates, but I'm glad many like it."

You nod in understanding, sitting on the counter by the stove. Zane was anxious about that. Your hand was close to the burner and his eyes were locked on your hand. For a while, I mean.

"I don't think that's wise." He spoke up after moments of you not moving your ahdn. "Hm?" You asked but realized was he meant. "Don't wory about, I'm always careful."

"Kai said the same thing last time we was in the kitchen and he managed to burn his entire arm. And no, It wasnt because of his Elemental Power, he wasn't careful." Zane spoke, locking eyes with you which caused you to laugh nervously.

"Zahane. I swear, I'll be alright. I'm nothing like that hot-head, I'll be okay." You hopped off the counter and grabbed a cutting bored from the cupbored and a small cutting knife.

Zane nods his head, believeing what you told him.

You bob your head to a song you were singing in your head by F/S. You were cutting up some onions to put around the steak. You were so into the humming of your song, your hand slipped off to the side and the knife sliced your finger.

You gasp at the feel of the cut before dropping the kinfe that had barely zero blood on it. Blood dripped from your index finger and onto a piece of onion. You grabbed a towel nearby and turned away from Zane when he heard your gasp on pain.

"Y/N? Did you cut yourself?" He assumed, leaving the steak and made his way to you. Your back was away from him and you laughed nervously. "Wh-whaht? Me? No-no, I'm okay. Just a close call-" Zane gently grabbed your shoulder and saw you cover the finger with a towel.

He looked at you with a 'really' look and you smiled sheepihsly. "Hehe- I tried to be careful?" Zane sighed, taking your hand and guides you toward the sink.

"Zane? Zane, come on, I'm fine. It's barely bleeding."

"I don't believe you." He replied and you sighed, allowing him to unroll the towel to reveal the wound.

He turned the the tap and waited for the hot water to pour. Once it did he slowly placed your finger under the water, "This miht sting, I'm sorry." He whispered in your ear. He was stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your body as he cleaned your wound.

You hissed at the pain when the water hits the wound, but when he added the soap you grabbed his arm to pull him back. "I know." He spoke softly as tears stung in your eye.

Seconds later he turned the water off and cleaned your woun with the towel to stop the bleeding. Quickly he grabbed a bandaid from the first aid kit in the bottom drawer and placed the bandaid on your finger.

"Thanks." You spoke after a couple minutes of silence while Zane went back to cooking the steak. He nods before walking back to you. You were sitting on the chair and table by the side of the kitchen. "You're welcome, Y/N. I told you to be careful, and you manged to cut yourself seconds later. That doesn't seem 'careful' to me."

You chcukled to yourself, "I'm so glad my knight in shinging titanium armor was here to help." You joked, but you didn't hear Zane laugh. You looked up at him to see a hint of light pink on his cheek.

"No way. You're blushing?" You laughed as Zane pulled away from you. "I'm unsure what you mean, Y/N?" He smiled to himself, going back to the steak.

You grinned, "Don't fuck with me, Robot-man. You were blushing, I made tou blush! And that quickly too? Wow, you are one easy Ninja to fluster. I though Jay was wor-"

Suddenly, you felt a pair of cold lips collide with your's. Your eyes widen when you realized it was Zane? He was fully into it, eye's shut and all. His hands were resting on your shoulder as your neck was streched up to reach his lips.

He pulled away after moments of kissing, and without knowing, a blush a red covered your cheeks and nose. It was like the middle of your face was covered with dark red paint.

"I'm sorry? You were saying something?" He teased, butterflies in your stomach started to form and you giggled uncontrollably. Zane smiled at you and went back to the steak.

-

Dinner arrived around 11 and everyone was seated around the table. They all got their plate and began to dig in. You made some side dishes such as mashed poatoes, salad, and you even made poutine, with Zane's help of course.

Everyone seemed to enjoy it x10 then before when Zane made dinner. "Woah. Zane, you've outdid yourself with this steak. It's delisious! What's in it?" Nya smiled as she took yet another bite as she asked.

You and Zane looked at each and you replied for him, "Well, I'm glad you asked Nya. You see, I was cutting the onions but I accdentily cut my finger and maybe a little bit of blood may of slipped in there. That may be what your eating?"

Suddenlt, everyone but Zane and you spat the food out while MAster Wu silently grabbed a napkin and spat it out in his white napkin. "Ah, ew! Y/N blood!" Jay cringed as Y/N and Zane chuckled to themselves.

[pof203]

A Black and White Christmas

WARNING: Spoilers for those who have not yet watched the end of Series 2 of Tiger & Bunny 2.

The snow fell gently over Sternbild on Christmas Eve Night. Many stores closed after the last last-minute shopper got their goods, the restaurants were crowded with people who didn’t have time to cook for Christmas Dinner or have faiths where they don’t celebrate the holiday, and the streets were filled with people dressed like Santa Clause ringing bells for donation, and carolers singing songs about this night and the story behind it. Meanwhile, in many homes all over the city, families were getting together to watch holiday movies or specials, enjoy their great feasts, open gifts from friends and relatives, or just simply catch up with each other.

In the mansion of the Mayor of Sternbild, he was hosting a Holiday party, and many people were invited… Especially the heroes. However, only four of them were there tonight. Well, three considering what happened less than a year ago to Wild Tiger, now just Kotetsu T. Kaburagi.

At the buffet table, while most of the guests were just mingling, a young hero just stood next to it. He was wearing a black tux to reflect his hero name with a small red pancetta pinned to the side of his chest. He was wearing a black helmet with some kind of horns on it with yellow marks on its face. Under that mask was a young man with short brown hair, tan skin, eyes as brown as chocolate, and an expression that made him look hot-blooded and ready for action. Without the helmet, he was Subaru Sengoku. But with it, he was the Literal Man in Black, Mr. Black (formally Hello Goodbye back in his hometown of Panjourney).

Subaru just stared at a cup of eggnog in his hand which he only took a few sips of. He just stared off at the people in the room talking about things that didn’t interest him in the least. In fact, he didn’t even want to come to this party. But his manager would not take no for an answer and she made him come.

Subaru saw that not too far from him, Kotesu Kabruagi and his partner, Barnaby Brooks Jr., were chatting it up with some people. Subaru didn’t understand why Kotetsu was here. Last he checked, the hero formally known as Wild Tiger was no longer part of Hero TV. Although, he had heard that he started some company. Maybe that’s why he was there. But Subaru just didn’t care. He wished that he could be anywhere but here.

Suddenly, Kotetsu noticed Subaru looking upset and egged Barnaby on to go over to him. They arrived and Subaru tried to pretend that he didn’t notice them, but it was all in vain.

“Is something that matter, Subaru?” asked Kotetsu.

“What’s it to you?” Subaru replied with a tough-sounding tone.

“We were just asking,” said Barnaby. “You don’t have to be rude.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s just,” said Kotetsu, trying to sound delicate about this. “It’s just that, you look like you really don’t want to be here.”

“Me? Not wanting to be at a luxurious party filled with rich people who could further make Jungle a greater sponsor than Apollon Media and hearing how great Mr. Black and He Is Thomas is that they would soon becoming the next Tiger & Bunny?” They could tell Subaru was being sarcastic.

“Is that all,” said Kotetsu, smiling at how silly the young hero was acting.

Finally, Subaru sighed in defeat.

“Alright, you caught me,” he said, looking down. “I really don’t want to be here. I was hoping I could go back to Panjourney to spend the Holidays with my family and friends since I didn’t get to do it last year because of the twins. But, you know Carlotta, she wasn’t going to listen to what I have to say.”

“That’s rough,” said Barnaby.

“And I thought Lloyds was a nightmare,” Kotetsu whispered to himself.

“Did you tell them you weren’t coming?”

“I did,” answered Subaru. “I thought they would be very sad. But you know what they said. “You go to that party. The city needs Mr. Black more than we need Hello Goodbye. You let the other heroes down. Especially your partner.””

“Well it’s good they understand,” said Kotetsu.

“Yeah… But I could tell they were unhappy that I wasn’t coming.”

“Maybe you could at least convince your bosses to give you New Years off,” suggested Barnaby.

“I could try,” said Subaru. “But I miss spending the Holidays in Panjourney.”

“What do you normally do there for Christmas?” asked Kotetsu.

“Mostly, me and my parents would just exchange gifts. My father and I would just watch whatever’s good on TV while my mother cooked her famous caramel coated turkey.”

“She actually covered it in caramel?”

“You’d be surprised how well caramel goes with anything. Sometime, I would visit my fellow heroes and see what they are doing. I even visit Rodrigo and join in on his Noche Buena plans, even though he ends up yelling at me to go away.”

“That sounds like fun,” said Barnaby, a bit interested.

“Yeah. It was. But now that I’m here, I’m not sure if I’ll ever get to do those things again.”

“Don’t give up,” assured Kotetsu. “I’m sure they’ll let you go next year.”

“… If you say so. But what about you, Ti- Ugh, I got to stop that. Kotetsu?”

“You can still call me Wild Tiger if you like. Even I still feel like going by it.”

“Well… What about you, Tiger? Now that you’re no longer a hero, should you be back in Oriental Town spending the Holidays with your family?”

“Well, I thought about it. I even told my mother, my daughter, and brother that I was coming. You know what they said?”

“What?”

“Kaede said, “You stay in Sternbil, Dad. The Wild Tiger: Anything Consultation Office only just started.” Then Moramasa said, “She’s right, you need all the business partners you can get and not just Barnaby to really take off.” Then my mom said, “You go to that party and do what you can. We are so proud of you.””

“That’s some supportive family.”

“And besides,” said Barnaby with a small laugh. “Kaede wants an autographed poster of me for Christmas. As if she doesn’t already have enough.”

“I see…” Subaru looks up a bit. Though his face was still covered, they could tell what he was feeling right now. “… Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” said Kotetsu, happy along with Barnaby. “Besides, it turns out you’re not the only one.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your partner’s also looking a bit down.”

“Really? I mean, that’s no surprise, but what happened?”

“He’s been hanging out in the hall by himself just a little after the party started,” said Barnaby.

“You should go talk to him,” said Kotetsu. “I think he could use some good cheer.”

“Okay. I’ll see you guys later for the gift exchange.”

“Good luck,” Kotetsu and Barnaby said in unison.

With that, Subaru goes to the hall.

In the hall, Subaru found his partner. He was dressed in a white tux and had a white helmet which also had horns on it with something that looked like a halo. But under it was a young man who spent almost his whole life in pain and loneliness. His hair was as silver as moonlight, his eyes as green as emeralds, and a blank expression that made him look like he didn’t care about anything. His name was Thomas Taurus, but to the world that watched Hero TV, He Is Thomas (or HIT for short.)

Thomas was just staring at a glass of punch.

“Are you going to drink that anytime soon?” joked Subaru, getting Thomas’s attention.

“What about you?” he said back, pointing at the eggnog in Subaru’s hand.

“I was gonna finish it.”

Subaru removes his helmet, shaking his hair which had gone a bit wet with sweat from wearing his helmet for too long. Then, he takes one big gulp of his drink and lets out a sigh.

“That was good,” he said.

“Was it that good?” asked Thomas who never had eggnog before (mainly because he never thought of trying it).

“… No, not really. Guess I should have gone for the juice.”

“That’s alright, I’m not much up for drinking right now, anyway.”

Thomas puts his drink down on a nearby table and removes his helmet too, showing that his hair was also sweaty from wearing it for too long. He brushes his finger through his hair… Subaru felt his heart suddenly skip a beat.

“So,” said Subaru, trying hard now feeling embarrassed. “What are you doing here? The party’s in the main hall.”

“I was never really one for parties,” said Thomas, sounding as uncaring as possible. “Not even on Christmas.”

“Really? Is this because of how we spent Christmas last year, you should be complaining to those twins.”

“It’s not that. It’s… Even before that.”

Subaru was at a loss for words for a moment. He almost forgot how all of Thomas’s past Christmases must have been since his parents died and his sister, Ruby, was away. How lonely it must have been for him.

“I’m sorry,” said Subaru. “I guess I shouldn’t be prying.”

“It’s alright,” assured Thomas. “It wasn’t really your fault. I should have expected this when my NEXT powers first appeared. They wanted to take Ruby, but leave me behind.”

“But that’s different now. By the way, isn’t Ruby here? Now that you two found each other and Carlotta gave her a job with Jungle as an intern, she should be here.”

“Yes, she should. But the boss and Carlotta said that interns don’t get to go to parties like this… Besides, she really wanted to spend this Christmas with our dads. I wanted to go too, but Carlotta said I had to go to this party.”

“I guess she got to you, too, huh?”

“Yes. But Ruby wasn’t upset. She understood why I had to stay here and said she would try to get our dads to come over here for New Years. I wonder if she’ll do it. These men didn’t want to adopt me because I’m a NEXT. But Ruby managed to change their minds and now they have officially adopted me.”

“That’s great.”

“But, I really did want to go to Pleaides to spend the Holidays with her. We’ve been apart for so long… I don’t even remember what Christmas was like back when our parents were alive.”

“I’m…” Subaru was having a hard time finding the words.

“But I should trust her. We’ve only ever had each other to trust since we lost our parents. We still do.”

Subaru only thought about how sad Thomas was that Ruby went away for the Holidays. But what could he say? … But he could try something. So… Subaru took Thomas by the hand.

The moment their hands touched, Thomas suddenly felt something in the pit of his stomach. Was it a stomach ache? He hasn’t eaten anything since lunch. Gas? No, it couldn’t be that. Finally, after many more guesses, Thomas concluded that there was only one thing that could be going on… Butterflies. There were butterflies in his stomach. Thomas had never really had a feeling like this before. However, he did have some idea, ever since that day after they defeated L.L. Audun and Gregory Sunshine when Subaru invited him over for a lasagna dinner. He often wondered if Subaru ever felt the same way.

Subaru did. He’s had crushes on girls before, but this was uncharted territory. He always thought it would be with Rodrigo, but they would only be just friends. Thomas… Thomas is probably the first guy Subaru was attracted to. He had helped him find his sister. That showed what a good partner he is… But can they really be more than that? And Thomas did help Subaru realize that even heroes need someone to balance out someone as hot-blooded as Subaru is. Plus, he will never forget how Thomas saved him during that fight with Audun. That showed Subaru that he cares about his partner.

“Thomas,” said Subaru. He was silent for a moment. Then he smiled. “I may not change what happened then. All I can do is help you now and maybe help in the future. That’s all I can do.”

“Subaru,” said Thomas. He found himself smiling, too. Something he hardly ever does with his partner. “I feel the same. You want to stop crime when it happens, I want the same thing. It also means saving people. I’ll help you with that, too.”

“I know. And… I’m thankful for that. I just want us to find something to make sure we are still together in the future.”

“I want that, too. Now that I’ve realized it, you’re more than just my partner, or my friend, or even a brother. You’re… You’re much more than that.”

“You’re more than that to me, too.”

Subaru holds on to Thomas’s hands even tighter. Thomas couldn’t help but hold on tight, too. Suddenly, Thomas felt his powers activate as some of the things around them started to hover in the air. Themselves included. Subaru formed a barrier platform for them to stand on to keep them stable. They stopped going any higher the moment Thomas realized what was going on. When they did, they noticed something hanging just above them… A branch of mistletoe.

“They say that eating mistletoe can be deadly,” said Subaru.

“But kiss under it can be even more deadly,” said Thomas.

“But only if you don’t know about the person you’re kissing.”

“Or if you don’t know the person you are.”

Subaru and Thomas suddenly found themselves leaning close to each other. They leaned until their bodies were completely pressed against each other, feeling the warmth of their chests and the wild beating of their hearts. Then, the two young men wrapped themselves in each other arms as happiness overtook their expressions. They could feel their breaths on each other’s necks as their faces started to close in. Their eyes begin to close as they drew closer and closer together. Then, without any warning needed… their lips connected. A great heat passed through the two heroes’ bodies. At first, it burned and hurt them. But after a second, it turned into a good feeling as they began to hear music only they could hear while everyone at the party could only hear the orchestra playing Christmas songs. A feeling of joy, of laughter, of hope, of happiness, of pleasure, of understanding, and… of love. It was a feeling that made them wish that this moment would not end. Not now. Not ever.

Subaru and Thomas then drew away from their kiss, still smiling and holding each other in their arms as they began to descend back to the floor. As they landed and Subaru’s barrier deactivated, they were still holding each other. Then, they looked to the entrance of the party… where Kotetsu and Barnaby were standing with satisfied smiles on their faces. The two men drew back from each other, but still held one hand on the other’s.

“Did you,” began Subaru. “Did you see that?”

“See what?” said Kotetsu, still smiling.

Subaru and Thomas smiled, their faces still red, but they were happy.

“I think we should get back to the party,” said Thomas, putting his helmet back on.

“Yeah,” agreed Subaru, also putting his helmet back on.

They make their way back to the party.

“Hey, Thomas,” said Subaru. “If you’re not doing anything later, wanna come to my place? I think I can make another lasagna if you like.

Thomas smiled under his helmet.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said. “And… would you mind if I stayed the night?”

Subaru also smiled.

“Nothing would make me happier,” he replied.

Back with Kotetsu and Barnaby, they looked up at where the mistletoe was hanging.

“I don’t remember that mistletoe hanging up there when we were coming in,” said Kotetsu.

Barnaby laughed a bit.

“I may have used my powers to leap up there and put it up,” he said.

The two men laughed.

“You know, Bunny,” said Kotetsu, looking over at the party where Subaru and Thomas were now talking together with other people. “I think those two will be alright.”

“They will,” agreed Barnaby. “As long as they trust their partners and stay by each other’s side, they can get through anything.”

“Just like us.”

The former hero duo places an arm on the other. Then, they look up to the mistletoe.

“Think we should take that down?” asked Kotetsu.

“An hour hasn’t passed yet,” said Barnaby. “I’ll take it down later before anyone sees. But I wonder what we’ll do in-“

Kotetsu already answers Barnaby’s question with a light peck on his cheek. The two men smiled at each other and embraced each other in a long and heartfelt kiss. They could not help but think that Tomoe, Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, and Samantha were looking down from Heaven and were smiling at how happy the older hero and the younger hero were… As long as they were together.

They rejoin the party as well. This would be a night they the four heroes would never forget. It will be with them for all eternity.

The end.

This story is for Lidoxia as part of TnB Secret Santa.

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Hello Sunshine Part. 4

A/N: Hello everyone! So this was supposed to come out in a few weeks. BUT, I’m a wimp and got too excited! Also we are close to the end! NOOOO!

But who knows, I might do some drabbles with Lloyd and his bad ass wifey. 

Warnings: There is smut in this part. Blowjobs, fingering and bad language. Also this is very....and when I say very, its long. 4491 word count! 

18 + readers only. No minors allowed. Thank you!

One more thing!

I would also like to thank the following people:

@starlightcevans​ for reading betaing this!

and to my besties @princessofdarkwinter for you know everything! LOVE YOU! 

8 Years Ago

Paris, France

It was late at night on this warm spring day in Paris. The club you were at was busy, music blasting, and tonight it was filled mostly with youngsters in their 20s. You were nursing a Gray Goose with a sprite and looking around. Your mission was to find the elusive Marco Donovan. He’s the one that placed a kill on the President of the United States. Many agents before you were unsuccessful in catching him; they weren't even 10 feet near him before he slipped through their hand. 

So that’s why they called you.

You have a reputation and a high kill percentage and can catch people like Marco.

Dani: Y/N?

Y/N: Is he here, Dani?

Dani: His men are, but he’s not present. Maybe he found out?

Y/N: That’s highly unlikely. Give me a moment.

And with that, you took your phone out and hacked into the security system. You quickly looked through the footage and smiled. You saw Marco enter the back door while his men entered the front.

Y/N: Bingo!

Dani: You found him?

Y/N: Yes, I did. I’m heading over to the private rooms right now.

Dani: Okay, I’ll cover for you.

**

Before you headed over, you went to the bathroom to freshen up. You reapplied your red lipstick and fixed your hair.

Dani: Fuck

Frowning as you stepped out of the bathroom.

Y/N: Dani, what’s wrong?

Dani: Umm-

“Whew, look at that.”

You knew who that was, and you turned around to see your boyfriend, Lloyd Hansen.

Dani: Y/N-

Y/N: Yea, I know! Just give me a moment, and I’ll deal with this.

Signing, you groaned and grabbed Lloyd by his collar and dragged him to an empty private room. The door opened, and you pushed him inside, slamming the door behind you.

“Love it when you get feisty!” Lloyd said, taking a seat at the table.

“Lloyd, I’m working here! Why are you here?! I thought you were in Frankfurt?” You said, with your hands on your hips.

“I finished what I started in Frankfurt and figured I’d visit you. Plus, I miss you. I haven’t seen you in 4 weeks.”

As much as you miss him, you are working and cannot let this get in the way.

“Lloyd, I miss you too, but I can’t now. I’m in the middle-“

“I know; Marco is here. I overheard you.” Lloyd said.

“Lloyd-“

Dani: Y/N, he’s back and went to a room in the far end. And it looks like he has a girl with him. She looks scared.

You heard Dani say before you can respond to your boyfriend.

“Baby, I have to get back to work. I’m pretty sure you know where I’m staying since you found me here. Let’s meet up there,” You said.

Usually, Lloyd would have a straight face and never show his emotions in public, but this time he looked upset and sad.

You both heard a scream and turned your head toward the door.

“Shit!” You mumbled and headed towards the door. Lloyd grabbed your hand and stopped you.

“Lloyd, let go. We will talk later, okay?” You said, and he removed his hand from you. You then walked out the door and headed to the last entry, where the commotion was. You saw his men and Marco walking in with the girl Dani mentioned.  The door closed, and you rushed over.

And, of course, he’s got his side girl and making her do things she doesn’t want to do.

Y/N:Dani, this sick scumbag-

You lean back against the wall. You saw Lloyd walk out of the room, leaned against the door, and saw him. You gave him a look, and Lloyd winked at you. You rolled your eyes and went to focus on your task.

Dani: I know, it’s sickening.

You sighed and lifted your skirt to reach your weapons. You heard Lloyd whistle, rolled your eyes, and flipped him off. You opted for your gun, but you wanted something a bit more bloody, so you opted for your knife. As always, you said a silent prayer, took a deep breath and kicked open the door. The moment you walked in, Marco was there with his pants down and his hand forcefully on the girl’s head. He pushed the girl away, and Marco zipped himself up.

“Let her go.” You said as you stood. His two men sat up and looked at you. Both let out laughs, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not going to repeat myself, Marco; let her go, and everything will be okay.” You said. And, of course, Marco rolled his eyes.

“What are you going to do about it? You think you can outdo me?” Marco asked.

“Why don’t you find out once you let the girl go.” You said with a smile. Marco pushed the girl out and ran towards the door, letting her run out.

“Well?” You said, and his men ran towards you. A knife came at you, and you dodged it and dodged his punch towards your face. You blocked it, twisting his arm, snapping his elbow, and kicking him on the stomach with the heels of your stilettos into his side, letting it pierce through and removing it.

The other guy tried to trap you, but you could high kick him, and your heel slashed him straight through his neck, letting the blood gush out, and he collapsed to the ground.

The man tried to let go, but you kicked him in his knee, and you heard the most beautiful sound of his knee breaking into two. Then you got your knife, stabbed him into his heart, and pulled it right out. He dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. You then turned to see Marco stunned. You smiled, and you took your gun from under your skirt.

“So either you’re going to surrender or… we can do this the hard way. Your choice.” You said, giving him an ultimatum.

“I will not do such a thing, even to a girl,” Marco told you, trying to act tough. You can see the fear in his eyes.

“Oh please, you're bluffing.” You said, pointing the gun at him. Your voice was calm but threatening as the weapon in your hand was steady.

“I said, I will not surrender to a girl, nor I will never submit-“

You were losing your patients at this point, and you shot Marco on his leg, making him scream.

“You bitch!” He yelled.

“Surrender?”

“The fuck-“

You shot him once more on his foot. “Whether you surrender or not? I’m still arresting you.” You said and turned to open the door to see Lloyd standing there. You then placed your hand over your earpiece.

Y/N: Dani, he’s all yours.

Dani: Coming right over, dear!

“You're still here?” You asked. Lloyd shrugged his shoulders and sighed. Then he stepped into the room while Marco moaned in pain and looked over to see Lloyd. His eyes widened in fear, and the two looked down at him.

“L-l-Lloyd Hansen? What are you-“

You rolled your eyes and took your gun out. You then shot Marco in his other knee, making him scream out.  

“I didn’t say you can speak. One more time, then I will shoot you in the face!” You yelled. Then you turned your attention back to Lloyd.

“I wanted to wait for you, plus I haven’t heard you in action in a long time,” Lloyd said, smiling at you.

“Babe, you are testing my patience here.” You said.

You usually have zero patience when you’re working, but with Lloyd?  It’s hard because he’s highly persistent.

“I just-I came here with a plan,” Lloyd said. Yes, asking you on a date was easy, but just the way his eyes read said something. You looked at him for a moment. You didn’t know if he was messing with you. Because this isn’t like him at all.

“You’re hiding something, and you’re too scared. Lloyd Hansen, what the fuck did you-“

“Marry me!” Lloyd blurted out. Your gun dropped from your hands, and you stood there speechless.

“Lloyd, this isn’t the time.” You finally said. Lloyd groaned and stepped up to you.

“Then when are we going to have the time, sunshine?!” Lloyd yelled, with his face close to yours.

And he was right, when will you have the time to spend with him? You’re picking up more missions, and the same with Lloyd, but he can quickly leave and cancel them all. With you, you can’t. After this mission, you're set to go to Canada to look at a celebrity with ties to the New York Mafia.

“Look, I know, and I’m sorry, okay, babe? Can we go back to my room, and we can-“

“No, it’s not the time, Sunshine. Now is the time. We don’t see each other for four weeks at a time, or even more. I’m scared that someday, I will get a call from Dani, and I won’t be able to forgive myself.” Lloyd said. You wanted to give your usual snarky remarks, but you had nothing. The look in his eyes, you couldn’t explain it, but his feelings were going to smash into pieces, and with his personality, he would never let you leave this room nor let anybody in without an answer.

“Lloyd, your timing is always wrong.” You both heard Dani as she walked in with the others.

“He’s all yours” Dani nodded as she signaled her men to surround Marco as they cuff him. 

You nodded, grabbed Lloyd, and headed out of the club.

It was quiet as the two of you walked out and to the lobby.

“Puis-je avoir mes cles?” You said to the valet. It only took a minute, and your Audi S6 came.

“Whew, I haven’t been in this car in a long time,” Lloyd said as he got in the car. You rolled your eyes and let out a giggle.

 As you drove, you looked behind you and knew something was wrong. Several cars have been tailing you since you left the club. You knew that this was going to happen. But it’s nothing new, just Marco’s men trying to shoot you down, and you’re not going to let that happen. Lloyd saw your frown, and he, too, looked behind him to see a few black Range Rovers following closely.

“Babe, hold the wheel.” You said. Without a word, he knew what that meant. You quickly placed the car on cruise control, and you both promptly switched—Lloyd at the wheel and you on the passenger side. 

You reached behind you and got your sniper gun. Lloyd opened the sunroof, and you popped up. One of the guys appeared and aimed at you. But of course, he wasn’t fast enough, and you shot him straight in the face. You knew once the guy was down, another came. They shot at you, and you dodged everyone. He wasn’t about to go down. So you aimed for the driver, shot him through the glass and hit the person next to him. A second later, the Range Rover spun to the right, crashed into another rover, pushed it to the side, and exploded. You smiled and sat back down, putting your weapon in the back seat.

“That should work.” You said as Lloyd continued to drive.

 As he drove, you realized he wasn’t returning to your hotel, which was the opposite of where he was going. You looked towards your boyfriend to see that he had a focused look on him. When he’s like this, there’s something wrong.

You then reached for his hand and held it in yours.

“Talk to me, babe. What’s wrong?” You asked. Lloyd continued to hold your hand while he continued to drive. A few minutes later, he pulled over to the side of the bridge. He parked your car and turned to you.

“Come on.” He said, and she got out of the vehicle. You sat there for a minute, trying to process what was happening. Before you could get out, Lloyd opened the door for you and held his hand. You took it, and he helped you out. He closed the door behind you and pulled you close to his body.

Then wrapping his arms around your waist, Lloyd lifted you and sat you down on the car's hood. He then wrapped his hands around your waist and wedged them between your legs.

“Lloyd, why are we here?” You asked. Lloyd sighed and kept his hands on your waist.

“Because if we return to the hotel, I will be tempted to fuck you. I need to be focused and to do that, and I do not need to have access to a bed because we won’t be leaving it. I’m here on a mission for myself, and you know damn well I will get it done,” Lloyd said, placing both hands against your cheeks. His hands were warm, and just the feeling of his touch sent heat through your body.

“Lloyd-“

“Look, I know this isn’t like me. You’re used to the asshole that’s in me. But every so often, my heart races a million times a minute when I look at you. I don’t know how you could put up with me, but here we are. 8 years later, we’ve been together. College, part of the training program, until I got kicked out.” Lloyd paused, placing a soft, gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Yes, we did break up for a day-“

You laughed. “And it always ends up with angry makeup sex.”

Lloyd let out a giggle kissing your forehead once more.

“Yes, that’s true. But when we are away from each other, to do a mission? I always wonder if we'll make it back alive to be next to each other again. Y/N, it’s been a long time coming, and I should have asked you all those years ago. But the timing was never right. And tonight, the time is right.” Lloyd paused once more to reach into his pocket. You saw him take out that familiar powder blue box, and your heart started racing.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out as your words got caught in your throat. Your tears came pouring down, and you looked into Lloyd’s eyes. He opened the box, and in the dark, a beautiful 2-carat princess cut ring glowed in front of you.

“I had this for over a year now. As I said, the timing wasn’t right for both of us. Marry me, and make this asshole the happiest man?” Lloyd asked. You couldn’t help but let out a snort. Lloyd laughed as well, knowing it was true.

Why him? Well, you both have demanding jobs. You’re a lovely person, but none of the guys were attractive. (Lloyd isn’t either) but there was something that Lloyd gave you. That was to be confident in everything you do. He taught you to be tough, not to take any shit from anyone. That’s why you became who you are today. (And became just like him, but less ruthless)

Your hand found its way to his slim cheeks and placed it down. You felt the vibration of his moan against the palm of your hand. The way his eyes read meant that he meant every single word he just told you.

“Lloyd Hansen, yes, I will marry you.”

**

You and Lloyd found yourselves back at the hotel. Due to the people in the elevator, you were trying to keep your hands to yourselves. When the elevator dinged, you both quickly got out and rushed to your room, with Lloyd’s hands roaming around your waist and you fumbling to open the door.

“Lloyd, I’m trying to get the door-“

“Sorry, my future wife just said yes, and I need to get my dick in you.”

You rolled your eyes, finally opened the door, and both stumbled in. Lloyd closed the door with his foot and nailed you to the door. You bit the bottom of your lip, and your leg wrapped around his waist. Then you grazed your hand around his firm chest and down to his crotch. You rubbed him with your fingertips, and you gripped him firmly. You smiled, pushed yourself off the door, and guided him to the bed. You then pushed him down, and he went with an oomph.

“God, I missed you,” Lloyd said as he tried to touch you, but you swatted his hand away.

“Nope.” You said, and he laid back down on the bed. He folded his arms behind his head and smiled.  He knew where this was going.

You unzipped your dress, letting the straps fall down your shoulders, and let the rest slide down to your heels. You kicked it to the side and placed your hands on your hips, your black laced bra, and your red laced panties.  Your nipples peeked through the thin material. Lloyd groaned in frustration as he felt his dick grow in his pants. You smiled, lifted your leg, and placed your heeled covered foot against his growing erection and pressed against it.

“Fuck baby-“

“Ooh, does that hurt? Want me to take care of it?”

Lloyd nodded, and you smiled. You looked down at your now fiancée. You removed your leg and crawled over him. You then kissed the tip of his nose and went down to his lips. You ran your tongue around his lip, begging for an entrance. Lloyd grabbed you and gave you a bruising kiss. Tongues dance and moan mix.

Both pulled away and caught their breaths; you slid down and unbuttoned his shirt along the way. Along the way, you placed gentle soft kisses against his firm, chiseled chest. You paused at the belt, and you smiled. His hand ran through your hair, making you purr. Even with all his fighting, his hands were always gentle with you.

You carefully undid the button of his pants and slowly slid them down, and your delicious prize popped up. Lloyd helped you remove his pants and threw them to the side, where your dress was. You placed one hand onto his cock, and you dipped your head down, licking around his balls, inhaling his musky scent. You sucked and licked around, making Lloyd growled.

Going up, you licked towards his growing shaft. You let out a moan as you began to bob your head. Your tongue swirled, slurping his sweet and salty goodies. You spit on his tip, placing your lips on his thick head, swallowing him whole, and letting his thick, bulbous head reach down your throat.   

You sped up your pace, twisting your hands, sucking, slurping, and deep throat. Soon, Lloyd pulled you off, and he sat up. Pulling you towards him, he placed you on his lap. Lloyd placed a gentle, sweet kiss along your jawline and down towards your neck. His mustache tickled you, making you giggle. Lloyd’s fingertips grazed against your soft skin and towards your breasts with his free hand until he hit your spot, under your jaw. Dipping inside, his hand cupped your delicious mound.

Pulling away, Lloyd wrapped his arms around your waist, turned you around, and placed you gently onto the bed. Then crawling towards you, Lloyd finished what he started. Found your spot, along your neck, placing gentle kisses, and made his journey down. His hands reached around you and unclasped your bra. He left a trail of wet kisses down your shoulders as he slid off your straps and tossed them to the side. Lloyd latched on to your breasts, running his tongue against your hardening nipple, sucking and biting till it formed diamond peaks. With this other, he pinched and pulled. Making you moan out loud, Lloyd pulled away, and he smiled.

 He noticed your scars from when you got injured. He was leaving wet, sloppy kisses along your stomach and purplish branded marks.

He ran his fingertips along the scare and let out a smile.

“My strong, beautiful sunshine.” He mentioned, then went on. Lloyd spread you open, removing your lace panties along with your heels and hooking your legs against his arms.

Starting from the top of your legs, he placed kisses along the way and down to your now dripping channel. Lloyd licked his lips and licked around your dripping pussy. Nibbling on your now aching nub, with his stash tickling you, you couldn’t help but giggle. Lloyd smiled and looked at you. That laugh, you have always made his heart happy.

He continued his work, working his skillful tongue and licking around your delicious folds, drinking in your yummy juice. He loved how you tasted and sang for him when he dug his tongue through the home base.

“Lloyd-“ You barely got out as he continued to fuck you. Your hands grabbed onto his head, and you pulled him in closer. You were driving him even deeper into your dripping core.  Placing his finger on your clit he rubbed your pearl in circles, adding to your pleasure.

You felt the pleasure rising in you. The way Lloyd worked his magic on you sent you through the roof. Your body arched as he went deeper into you. It was then that he added fuel to the fire. His thick finger slid into you and began to thrust into your dripping hole. His rough edges scraped against your walls, making you moan even louder.

“Harder-“

“Like that baby? Want more?”

“Yes, fuck me harder!” You demanded.

And just like that, Lloyd honored your wishes. Slamming his fingers, the tips of his hands curled, hitting your spot, your eyes widened, screaming for more. Shortly after, your body started shaking, and you came in hard. Your body arched again, your hands gripping the soft, cool silky sheets below you. Lloyd removed his fingers and immediately crawled over to you. He kissed your forehead, letting you know that he was still here. He gave you a moment to breathe and to come down from your high.

You turned your head to see Lloyd looking down at you. You knew that you still had more left in you, and just like that, he rolled on top of you, and you wrapped your legs around his slim waist. You moaned, letting out a hiss, as he slid his tip against your silky folds.

“Damnit, Lloyd Hansen!” You said through your teeth. Lloyd growled, feeling the tightness. He knows he’s teasing you, and he loves it. Lloyd continued a little longer until you gave him your glare. Laughing, he stopped and went right in.

“Fuck, I miss this pussy sunshine,” Lloyd said as he began to move.

 Moaning, you felt his thick, heavy length stretching you wide. It’s been too long, and you needed him now. You felt the tears down your cheeks, trying to hide them. You never liked to show your emotions, especially towards Lloyd.

“Sunshine, look at me.” You heard him say. You slowly turned and opened your eyes to see Lloyd looking down at you. You tried to hide once more, but he stopped you. Lloyd wiped away your tears and kissed your forehead.

“I missed you, that’s all.” You said. Lloyd smiled, “Missed you too, beautiful.”

You then dug your heel into his back and forced him to go deeper.

“Now  fuck me, good and hard, Mr. Hansen.” You demanded. Lloyd laughed and began to thrust into you.

“Yes, Mrs. Hansen”

**

You found yourself naked, sweaty, leaning against the cold glass sliding door of your hotel room. You and Lloyd are pretty sure that your neighbors have heard you. But that doesn’t bother you or Lloyd. You had one of your legs hooked around his waist and Lloyd’s hands firmly on your hips. Pounding you into oblivion, making you see stars. A few slaps on your ass, seeing his red handprint on your cheeks, made him a happy man. Besides you being hot, to this day, Lloyd Hansen cannot believe all the men out there. You chose him and gave him a chance. Despite being a short-tempered man, you are the only one that can melt his icy-cold heart.

Your walls started tightening as you felt your 8th organism flowing over your body. The rush of your blood heated you, and your hands gripped the glass so hard that you were sure it would break.

“Inside-“ You barely said.

“Want me to fill up? You got it, Sunshine-“

Your body started to relax, and Lloyd slowed his pace down. His thrusts became sloppy, and he stilled inside of you. You moaned as you felt his delicious hot seed shooting in you. Lloyd gave one final push, leaving you with more yummy goodies. Lloyd pulled out and quickly scooped you into his arms, and your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Baby-“ You barely said, as sleep quickly took you over.

“I know, honey, I’m just taking you to the bathroom for a shower, and it’s off to sleep,” Lloyd said as he entered and kicked the door behind him.

 That night, Lloyd lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. Many things went through his mind; one of them is he had to leave in a few hours for another mission in Switzerland. Sierra Four and Six are there, and Lloyd needs to catch them both. He knows you would understand. But he didn’t want to go this time because it would take him away for another four weeks to get back to you in Washington. Turning over, Lloyd faced you. Hair sprawled over your pillow, light snores, and your left hand glowing in front of him. He took your hand and held it into his. You made a slight moan with the kissing, the palm of your hand.

“Lloyd, I’m tired.” You said, without moving. He let out a giggle, and he pulled you close to him. You wrapped your arms around him, with your legs tangled into his. He planted a soft kiss on top of your head.

“I know, baby; I just wanted to hold you and thank you.” He told you.

“For what?” You mumbled.

“For everything.”

And with that, Lloyd finally fell asleep.

**

You went up the stairs, per the direction Dani was telling you. Along the way, you managed to shoot, slash, and kick everyone that came toward you. You even broke a few legs, arms, and necks along the way. A few men and ladies also didn’t think you were the type to kick some ass because of how you dressed. They don’t know who you are. One of the ladies came after you with a knife, and you quickly snatched that off of her, grabbing her arm, twisting it into a hold. She had tried to fight you off, but as tiny as you are? You were able to fight her off. You finally were able to snap her arm in half and kneed her face. The woman tried to get her weapon, but she was weak. You shot her three times straight in her heart as she fell lifelessly.

Dani: Lloyd is just across the doorway.

Y/N: Thanks, I can see it. There are two guards there. I can take it from here. Are you in a position?

Dani: I am, I have the bazooka, and I’m aiming at the room where Suzanne is. The old man isn’t here and must have left before we came.

Y/N: I will deal with him later. But for now, Lloyd and Suzanne are my main priorities.

Dani: Okay, just stay safe and stick to the plan.

You slowly hid behind a wall and ensured the two guards didn’t see you. You looked down to check if your silencer had bullets and was half-loaded. You sighed and went to reload the magazine with fresh new bullets. Take a deep breath, push yourself off the wall, and turn to face the two guards. You shot a round to get their attention, and it worked. The two men turned around to see you. You smiled and headed towards the guards.

It was easy. You shot both men in their knees, got your trusty knife, and slashed their throats. Then, you went to the door and kicked it open to see your husband. Without hesitation, Lloyd went towards you and smiled. He almost had you when you grabbed him by his balls and pushed him towards the wall.

“Whoa there, Sunshine-“

You said, reaching behind you and grabbing his gun. You then slammed it against his chest, turned, and headed towards the door.

“Oh, come on, Sunshine! It would be like-“

“LLOYD!” You yelled.

Sighing, taking a deep breath, and giggling, “Coming, Sunshine!”

As Lloyd got out,  he looked around to see the work that you had done. A smile grew on his face as he looked towards you. You were at the top of the stairways, stabbing one of the guards, and he saw a few on the floor and couldn’t help but feel his dick harden. There’s nothing better than seeing his woman in action.

You then looked up towards your husband, dropping the victim like a potato sack and winking. Lloyd’s dick hardened even more. Letting out a low growl, Lloyd charged toward you, placing his hand behind your neck, and set a bruising kiss on you.

“God-you're- so spicy when you work.” Lloyd managed to say between kisses. 

“When we get back to our room, you are so going to get it,” You mumble between the kisses.

“Oh, I can’t wait for sunshine.”

[kurinoot]

forgive me father, for I have sinned [part 1]

-> a priest by the day, a incubus by night. an unexpected, sacrilegious combination. who knew that one person of such sacrilege have their eyes on you?

pairing: meian x afab!reader

themes: smut, 18+ MDNI, sacrilege (especially at part two), incubus!meian, priest!meian, virgin!reader, noncon/dubcon, mentions of somnophilia, fingering, pet names (little lamb), mentions of corruption

wc: 1.8k [cross-post to ao3]

notes: hello hello! here’s my piece for the decadence open collab by @sugawara-sweetheart​ as well as for @chiwhorei​​!’s heavenly bodies collab! this idea has been living in my head rent-free lol for a while now after an entire discussion about this with @kinsurou​ in the hqhq basement and now felt like the perfect time to write this one! also, I divided this into 2 parts lmao and yes, thank you so much to @meiansmistress​, @vanille--kiss​, and @anime-nymph​ for beta-ing this baby! midas’ touch is real, babyyy

chants: the phantom of the opera - andrew lloyd webber

part 1 | part 2

The gentle wind is cool, nipping and kissing against your exposed skin despite the peaking sunlight straining through the afternoon clouds against your being.

It’s another usual Sunday for you, breathing in the crisp scent of dried leaves from the trees leading up to your destination as you walk all by yourself. Your hands toy with the pleats of your black knee-length skirt on the way to the nearest parish that you started attending  ever since you moved here. The small bag strapped to your shoulder threatens to slip down the more you play with your skirt, leaving you to play with your fingers in front of your chest instead.

Good thing I wore a thick blouse for today! you shudder with your thoughts, hugging yourself from the cool gusts of wind brushing against your skin as you hitch your bag back up your shoulder.

“Y/N! Good to see you attending Sunday mass as usual!”

“Father Meian! Yes, of course I wouldn’t miss it!” You beam as you undoubtedly shake the large palm in front of you.

Ever since you landed your dream job as a therapist at the nearby mental health clinic and moved out of your parents’ house, you have been  living on your own. Being the product of a strict Catholic upbringing, attending Sunday masses has never left your routine; it is already embedded in your weekly life.

The priest accompanies you inside, fully aware of the innocent hand on the back of your waist while he engages you with small talk, internally smirking with the filthiest of intentions.

She won’t know what’s coming...

You have been attending the Sunday masses for quite some time now, and you have been the apple of Father Shūgo Meian’s  eye for a while now too. He has always anticipated your weekly visits, and today was no different as he tries to let his fingers bury nicely into your warm, clothed back.

You met him a while back during one of the parish’s charity drives for the marginalized. You had taken it upon yourself to become more proactive, going as far as becoming one of the main managers of the drive. He knows and likes how dedicated you are in giving back to the community and ever since meeting you, he’s been nothing but a smitten man.

He makes sure to praise your warm heart and tenacity as much as he can, and such tender words make you flush as well as make your trust in the clergyman grow. Seeing him and talking with him always made you feel safe and welcome, and it's those feelings that keep you coming back with a smile every week.

You sigh in sluggishness, body aching from being out all day as you let yourself into the comfort of your apartment before closing and locking the door rather arbitrarily.

Being in the mental health field alone is taxing enough, hence why you don’t have any work on Sundays, but it wasn’t really in your plans to actually meet with your friends and stay out late on Sunday right after a church service.

“Good Lord, I really need some sleep tonight,” you shake your head in mixed utterance, slowly stripping off your clothes piece by piece and tossing them into the small laundry basket sitting half-full beside your bed. The pull of your panties and the unclasping of your bra leaves you breathing more deeply and freely, chest steadily rising and falling as you toss them into the growing heap of the laundry basket.

“Fucking finally,” you sigh in comfort as you plop yourself right onto the solace of your sheets and the fluff of your pillows, drowning yourself in the scent of fresh laundry. You let it wash over you to coax your body and your dulled senses to sleep.

If there’s one thing that Meian is pretty much confident in, it’s being able to climb towering buildings with ease and stealth. The slow deterioration of bricks on the walls, gritting with mold, is no match for his polished, retractable claws.

After all, he’s from the nether depths of damnation himself.

This is gonna be a piece of cake.

Of course it’s nothing to him. Anything in this mundane world is nothing against the reins of divine or evil magic at the flick of his fingertips.

For sure, being the juicy morsel that caught his eye entails him knowing an eerie amount of things about you. For instance, he knows you work an 8 - 5 shift at the nearby mental health clinic, and how much you love your job no matter how much it takes a toll on your own mental health.

But he also knows the details no one else knows about.

He knows and indulges at the fact that you sleep fully naked—fully bare for him and only him without your knowledge.

Oh how shameful is it that not even your own friends know about it.

But he takes advantage of it nonetheless.

As he lands right outside your window, he peeks into the insides of your bedroom, clapping and lurching with despicable delight at the lack of curtains so he can fully feast on your naked, vulnerable figure snoring away, so unaware yet so beautiful. He licks his lips, wetting them at the sight of the peaking buds of your nipples. His thick, clunky fingers become restless in anticipation at the temptation to just break your windows and ravage your alluring nakedness.

With the swipe of black magic at his fingertips, he effortlessly unlocks your seemingly secure window. He swings it open firmly as he retreats his fluttering wingspan onto the broad plane of his back just so he can fit to enter into your humble abode.

As soon as he steps inside, he’s seething—seething and breath hitching at how your body’s all flushed from the humid heat of your bedroom. He loves the messy slew of your hair flowing like a confluence of rivers on your sheets while your limbs are unwittingly open as if they’re welcoming him.

As if you’re welcoming him.

His deft fingers twitch in utter temptation, the urge to wreck your virgin cunt that he's suppressed until now coming at him at full speed. Despite being a creature of inexplicable lust, the furthest thing Meian has ever done to you was occupy a small space in your mind, invading your once innocent thoughts with dark, decadent, vivid images of your pussy clenching around his girthy fingers.

“You look like an angel, my little lamb,” he muses with taunt and irony, stepping  in front of your wide legs. He undeniably licks his smirking lips at the sight of your pussy all ready for him to abuse with the power of his fingers. “Can’t wait to break this virgin cunt of yours and corrupt them, my little lamb”.

It feels so hot.

Your tummy feels unbelievably hot—scorching hot while you still try to process everything you’re currently feeling for the umpteenth time around. If it weren’t for the fire fueling in your loins, maybe a good night sleep would be in order.

You shudder in amalgamated pleasure and fear, processing the fact that it’s literally been days since you’ve been haunted by gushes and series of blazing hotness right in your lower belly, waking up the next day with wetness pooling and soaking your sheets wet. It’s not pee, you think, trying not to be disgusted because for sure, you know how to control your bladder. Nevertheless, you become increasingly exhausted at the now dreadful routine of changing the sheets every fucking morning.

You can't tell if it's just your dreams fooling you and becoming too vivid. Or maybe it's your own traitorous fingers, exploring on their own as you sleep, making your body know pleasure.

There’s no time or ability to think, something slender and long deftly entering the wet ring of muscle inside the growing warmth of your cunt. It undeniably stretches you—lips widening at the searing blaze of whatever it is that skillfully spreads your pussy apart, your head and eyes blurring and rolling back from the sheer pleasure.

“Oh… My God—” you mewl out in your head, words stuck at the tip of your tongue. Your limbs are beyond saving grace, too tired to even lift a finger. Your eyes succumb to the growing spots of darkness entering your vision and you finally sink back into the deep, dark waters of unconsciousness.

The demon before you on the other hand basks in corrupted glee, drenched fingers pumping in and out of you as he watches your nose scrunch and brows narrow, drinking in the view of your closed, sleeping eyelids. He religiously massages the soft, sensitive spots in the warm, stretched muscle of your insides, watching you with a smirk as the staccato of your cries and moans leave your once virtuous lips.

“O-Oh God!” He hears you wail once his fingers run over  the sinful button of your bundle of nerves, flicking and flitting it as he awaits the explosion of your unreleased, pent-up pleasure. Meian’s torturous laughter turns into a righteous ear-to-ear smirk of victory as your stifled moans turn into a scream fest, your very first orgasm ripping and exploding right through you and dripping right down his fingers. As he watches your sleeping body shake and tremble at your intense climax, his deft fingers leave the sopping muscle and he licks them with the searing warmth of his tongue, tasting every drop of your essence weeping down off his fingers and licking them bone dry.

And all it took for him to slowly wrap you around his fingers and turn you into a hot, sobbing mess was only the girth of his fingers. What if it’s not just his fingers?

His eyes become dark, lidded with purely tainted intentions, pupils dilating at the sweet, pulse-inducing taste of your nectar. “Delectable.”

He massages the growing pulsating of his cock, hardening and straining against the strip of cloth barely hanging and covering his crotch while he gutturally groans in frustration.

Not tonight, he thinks with a plan in mind as a devious smile cracks through his sinful lips, there is a better time for this.

With a frustrated but smoldered anger, he looks at you delectable form one more time, licking his lips still slopped with your juices before he walks over and flies out of your window, with the flutter of his wingspan deliberately closing off your windows with adequate force.

Safe to say, you wake up the following morning, groaning at the sight of drenched sheets, frustrated with having to change the sheets once again. 

The groan grows louder when you notice the distilled state of your lady bits and the clear liquid trickling down from it. But this time, warmth and utter pleasure blooms right in your stomach as you caress it with the gentleness of your fingertips, a dazed expression on your face.

“It couldn’t have all been a dream…. Could it?”

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[ninja-gay-go]

Hello! can i get some lavashipping first date fluff? just them being gay idiots lmao I live for gay idiots. Thats all bye now!

you have no idea how much this prompt gave me a runaround.

Cake? (Cole/Kai | Lavashipping)

Cole fumbled with his coat for the umpteenth time. As he watched the empty seat across him, he helped himself to his third glass of chilled water, his only companion in this homely cafe.

Maybe this was a bad idea? He wasn't going to show. Might as well leave a ten or something and go-

"Cole!" His head flicked to the front of the cafe. And there he was.

Kai shuffled to his seat with his leather jacket still slick from the light rain outside. He seemed out of breath. "Sorry about being late, I-" he seemed a bit ashamed to look Cole in the eye. "I was cleaning up the dojo and saw the time."

Cole cocked an eyebrow, "Cleaning the Dojo? Wasn't that Jay's chore today?"

Kai tapped the table. "Uh- I kinda.. owed him a favor?" He reached for the water glass that was still cold, the ice had melted at that point. He took a small sip as he felt his cheeks redden.

There's was only one cup. He still helped himself to Cole's water.

"What kind of favor?" Cole was at least glad this meet-up didn't end up with a no-show.

"Guh- just a small one!"

"Cleaning the Dojo is a small favor?" Okay Kai, what are you hiding?

---

Apparently a lot.

It started with Kai being late to the cafe. Then Kai had to rush off leaving Cole to dragon back to the Bounty. Alone.

Then things... got weird.

Lloyd was caught sneaking around with an old vinyl that Misako had lying around, but the Ninja didn't care for the absentee mother's stuff, so they ignored it. But Cole couldn't help but notice Kai with the same vinyl just hours later, smuggling it out to the supply shed outside the training dojo.

Jay had forbade him (huh, funny that Jay uses that exact word-) from taking care of the cherry blossom tree, saying he was tired from the other chores and got dibs on pruning. Which was all fine and dandy, if it weren't for Cole catching Kai not moments later helping Jay take dead twigs down and put tiny lanterns out.

Nya had been trying to talk to him whenever possible now, nice to have some company. But when did she ever care to ask how much he liked a certain kind of cake? He loved cake! Wait- there was that one Boston cream cake he had. That was disgusting.

Then Zane had things prepped in the kitchen, when asked the nindroid said it was for dinner. But Cole couldn't help but notice that night they had pork instead of beef. And he dimmed as he caught Kai and Zane whispering to each other.

The world was telling him something. And it wasn't pretty, very very ugly.

Cole caught Kai sneaking outside the dojo. Again. Zane ran to Kai before he left, holding a basket.

---

Kai took a deep breath as he stood outside Cole's room.

Okay, you can do this. All it takes is a knock...

"... Cole?" He failed step one. And step two, get Cole's attention, was already failing. Maybe the Earth Master wasn't in his-?

The door slid open faster than anticipated, making a mild 'slam' that Kai jumped from. Cole stood at the door with a flat line of a mouth, staring at the frozen Fire Master.

Kai was stuck, he may have squirmed himself back to a reasonable standing position- but what about his plan? He tried to say- no that was stupid, saying hi was too simple? Hey? Hey???

"Uh... hey?" Did Kai say that out loud? "You did."

Kai smacked his jaw shut. Cole probably thought he was an idiot.

"Hey," Cole waved his hand to catch Kai. "Hot stuff- you're blanking out."

"Am I?" Kai brushed his hair back. "I didn't notice!" O-kay that was a bad lie!

Kai realized that... he trailed off again.

"UM-" He stopped Cole from leaving the doorway. "What are your plans for dinner, tonight?"

Cole blinked. "... We're not fending for ourselves tonight are we? I thought it was me and Lloyd's turn in the kitchen?" Cole had to count back a couple days in his head but- yep. His and Lloyd's turn.

Despite the horror of his earlier cooking adventures, he's proud to say he doesn't glue Jay's lips shut anymore.

"Well uh- something came up and I need to go and was wondering if you'd come with me?"

What.

"What." That's what Cole said. Kai swallowed. Okay, this plan is getting worse. Time to go for it.

"Ju- Come with me!" Kai grabbed Cole's arm and led the black ninja away from the bedroom. Kai didn't (tried to not) care as Cole argued with the red ninja's manhandling.

---

Outside the air got crisper, going into a soft Autumn that was perfect enough for a couple to have a romantic walk.

For Kai, he considered letting go of the angry Earth Master trying to break free from his hold with super strength. But if that really was the case, Kai'd be on his butt and Cole would be back inside to create atrocities in the kitchen.

Kai pushed the monastery gate open and kept going down a few steps until he felt the soft breeze hit his face. From there he stopped, and he let go of Cole.

"Thank you!" Cole took his arm back and rubbed it as if Kai had bruised him. "I was starting to think you'd drag me down the whole staircase!"

"No." Kai cringed a tad. Maybe Cole would punch him? Nah. "Only a few steps."

Cole almost asked him- but he caught to an odd sight.

The cherry blossom tree. Its branches were illuminated with paper lanterns. And below it was a thin throw on the ground with-

the basket.

A gramophone with Misako's stolen vinyl playing.

Candles set carefully around to not set anything aflame.

Cole got one look before he saw Kai. The red ninja waiting with a light blush on his cheeks. Waiting for a response.

"... Is this a-?" Cole felt his face heat up against the chilled air.

Kai found some courage, his lopsided smile catching Cole with his own, small smile.

"... Cake?"

Cole caught a laugh, but Kai already blushed harder. Did he really say that?

"You did!" Kai's face went as red as his gi. "Kai! You did all this?"

"Yeah! I know I messed up back at the cafe and I wanted to make it up to you for flaking-"

"You showed up!" "For like 10 minutes, and then I bolted!"

The two laughed a bit as they walked towards the picnic set up. Cole helped himself to get another glance at the area. And- wow. Kai really did go all out!

Cole felt his body warm-up.

It didn't help that Kai still had his hand in his.

"So, cake? I heard you liked strawberry." Kai led him to sit, and he started fishing out some slices of that sweet confectionary.

"How did you know that? I only told that to-" Oh. OH! Ooohhhhh!!! "You got everyone in on this!?"

It didn't help Kai, with the stupid grin on his face getting bigger. "Favors help! Now, do you want cake or not-?"

Cole swiped a quick kiss on Kai's cheek. "I want your slice."

Kai- he was redder. "You can have my slice for life."

[cyrusbugged]

Golden Nails

In which Nya and Sensei Garmadon bond over something unexpected.

A/N: hey y’all! very excited to post this one, i thought it was really cute. like my previous one-shot, takes place between seasons 2 and 3. hope y’all enjoy!reblogs > likes

requests are open!

In was a peaceful day in Ninjago. One of the first peaceful days in a very long time. The Overlord was gone, and the world was slowly rebuilding itself.

In the very far outskirts of the city, Sensei Wu, Misako, and Nya were helping Garmadon with starting up his lessons at the new monastery him and Misako built. Wu and Nya were there to add some extra support.

After a very long day of working, Nya was sitting outside on one of the benches, painting her nails crimson. It had been a long time since she was able to actually do so, and since the work was done for the day, she decided to have at it. She had forgotten about the mini nail set that came with crimson and gold bottles of nail polish (along with a few tools for nail care) that she had stowed away in the bag she brought.

“Hello, Nya,” a voice said.

Nya looked up. “Oh, hey Sensei G.”

It was kind of... odd seeing the new Garmadon. Rather than looking like an evil warlord who would stop at nothing to crush everything in his path, he looked like a sweet old man. Very similar to his brother, really. (Minus the beard and the baldness.)

Garmadon smiled, then looked down at her nails. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m painting my nails. It’s been a long time since I’ve actually been able to sit down and do so. Since the boys are off doing... whatever they’re doing, and since we’re done with work for the day, I decided why not,” she explained while finishing her left hand.

“Hmm, interesting,” Garmadon responded, looking to his own nails, then to Nya’s.

His weren’t in the best shape, since they were quite cracked and uneven.

“Want me to do yours? I have a gold color in my bag, and I think they’d match your robes,” Nya offered.

“Oh,” Garmadon said. “Well, I don’t think Misako and Wu need my assistance as of right now...”

“Great!” Nya said. “Once this hand dries, I’ll get started on yours.”

After a few minutes of shaking her hand and blowing on her nails, Nya dug into her bag and picked up a bottle of gold nail polish. “Sit down in front of me and give me your hand.”

Garmadon put his staff down, then did what she said, sitting crossed-legged and holding his hand out for her.

Nya looked at his nails, then pursed her lips. “On second thought, I’ll probably have to file them first.”

“That’s fine,” Garmadon said.

Nya dug into her bag again, pulling out a nail file. She filed his nails so they were even on both hands, then picked up the nail polish again, and began on his right hand.

“The kit was a gift for my birthday from awhile ago,” Nya explained. “I honestly forgot about it, I guess I must’ve just shoved it into my bag when I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Did you use to paint your nails often?” Garmadon asked.

“My mom and I did when I was younger,” Nya responded. “But after she passed I didn’t do it as much. It just turned into something I’d do if I was really bored with nothing to do.”

She finished his right hand, began on his left.

Garmadon nodded. “I see. I always thought it was interesting. Misako used to paint her nails when we first started dating.”

“I tried to get Kai to let me paint his once,” Nya said, finishing up his left hand. “I told him the red would go great with his gi, but of course, he said no.”

Garmadon chuckled. “That sounds like Kai.”

He pulled his hand away when she was done, examining his nails. The gold reflected nicely in the sun, and did match his robes quite well.

“Thank you, Nya. You did a great job,” Garmadon commented.

“No problem, Sensei. I try my best,” Nya replied with a smile.

And every so often, whenever Garmadon and Nya had nothing better to do, Garmadon’s nails would be painted the same golden color and they would chat for a little. About their past, about memories, about anything that would come up in conversation.

——-

“Ah, my son. So glad you could join us,” Garmadon said, walking with his staff for his next lesson. His pupils sat around the room, and among those was his son, Jay, Kai, and Cole.

“Hey, it’s been awhile, father,” Lloyd responded, then squinted. “Uh, dad? Are your... nails painted?”

“Yes,” Garmadon said, admiring the golden color. “Nya did them for me a few days ago. I think they match well with my robes, don’t you think?”

“Uh, I mean, yeah,” Lloyd responded. “Sure.”

“Lookin’ sharp, Sensei!” Jay said.

Garmadon laughed. “Thank you, Jay. Now” - he pointed his staff at Jay, whose eyes widened. “-close your mouths, and open your ears. Tonight’s lesson is the Art of the Silent Fist.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

When the Weight Comes Down - 2

Warnings: non-consent sex (series); nothing for this chapter

This is dark! (biker) Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Synopsis: Your father’s a drunk, your mother a recluse, and you’re just another small town girl in Birch.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown

Note: Alright, I’ll spoil my boos and my bees. Hope you enjoy part two; it’s probably my fave chapter tbh honest. So fun to write! Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter Two: Ultra Mundane

Feel the ultra mundane Of another life A poet in the service

💀💀

You liked opening shifts, especially as the days got warmer. Spring wore on with as many sunny days as rainy days. That morning, you woke to a thick fog and the threat of rain floated in the air. You pulled on the crinkly raincoat and headed out. You were still yawning from the hectic night; you hadn’t gotten much sleep as your mind flitted back to the bar; the man and his intent blue eyes.

You unlocked the door, certain to turn the latch behind you. You had an hour to get everything in the oven and push yesterday’s remnants to the front of the display. You hung your coat in the back room and pulled on your apron and hairnet. Babs would be in at noon but the high school girl, Marcia, was due at opening.

The spatter of rain tapped on the window as you started your opening routine. It was peaceful. Despite your innate shyness, it was one of the few times you were completely alone. No customers, no neurotic mother, no drunken father, just you and the ovens.

That day’s special was cinnamon buns. They’d be placed in the cover glass platter just beside the till with a little card you’d made yourself. Uneven roses along thorny vines bordered the edge and displayed the one-day price. 

The buns were cool enough for you to start icing as you flipped the sign to open and let Marcia in. You went about your task as Marcia stood at the till. She was part-time; only worked on the weekends. She was bubbly and giggly. She told you stories about her classmates and the drama which seemed fit to a midday soap opera. In a way, you envied her. Well, in all ways, you did.

The Sunday rush began at ten, just after church service. The few tables in the bakery quickly filled as you set out the carafes with coffee and tea. Despite the downpour, the elderly crowd ventured the half-block from the steepled church and waited in line for their treats.

After noon, the flow of customers lulled as it usually did. Babs relieved Marcia of her half-shift and helped you mark down what was left of the older batches to half-off. The tinny bell over the door rang as Babs worked at cleaning pans in the back room. You looked up and your mouth fell open at the startlingly familiar face.

The man, Steve, ducked through the door. His hair was darkened by the rain and little droplets clung to his thick beard. He smoothed back his hair as his eyes glimmered and he smiled at you. You snapped your mouth shut and placed the last loaf of discount bread on the shelf.

“Hello,” You greeted him as you went to the till. “Can I get you something today?”

He neared the other side and his fingers tapped on the counter.

“It’s ugly out there,” He glanced over his shoulder.

“Heh, yeah,” You said awkwardly and ran your thumbs along the aged till. “Our cinnamon buns are on special. Just a few left.”

He tilted his head and leaned on the counter.

“You didn’t forget me already,” He raised his brows.

“No, no, I… remember,” You looked down at the faded numbers.

“How’s your pa?” He asked.

“He’s… fine, I’m sure.” You said quietly. 

“You make it yourself?” He tapped the glass lid of the platter. You nodded.

“It’s Babs’ recipe,” You muttered. “I just put it in the oven.”

“I’ll take it,” He reached for his wallet. “And coffee?”

“I’ll have to put a pot on if you don’t mind the wait,” You said.

“I’m in no rush to go back out,” He assured you as the windows shook at the rising winds outside. “Thunderstorms tonight.”

“Mmhmm,” You punched in his order. “Anything else?”

“Cinnamon raisin bread?” He read the board above the loaves. “Is it any good?”

“If you like sweet stuff,” You looked over at the shelf.

“I love sweet stuff,” He said. “I’ll take a loaf.”

“Sliced?” You asked.

“Please,” He answered and you grabbed him a bag.

You returned to the counter and read out his total. He handed you a bill and your fingers brushed against his palm as he took his change. He dropped it in the tip cup and winked. You bit your cheek and grabbed a plate for his bun. You took it out with the tongs and slid it across to him with a knife and fork. 

He thanked you and you told him to sit and you’d bring him coffee when it was ready. He reluctantly backed away and sat at the table closest to the counter. You turned to load a fresh filter into the machine and scooped the grinds in carefully. You grabbed the little tray of creamers and sugar packets and rounded the counter to bring it to him.

“I forgot to ask if you wanted decaf,” You set it down. “I’m sorry.”

“Regular’s fine,” He leaned back in his chair. “You like working here?”

“Um, sure,” You shrugged and made to turn away. 

“Hey, wait,” He said and glanced around the empty bakery. “What’s the rush? Not very busy in here.”

“Your coffee,” You uttered as the grind of the machine sounded behind you.

“I’m patient,” He assured you. “I just wanna talk.”

“Well, I’m working and I shouldn’t--”

“I’ll take the blame, doll,” He said. “Your ma seems like a nice lady.”

You looked away as you rubbed your arm. You shrugged again.

“What? You don’t think she’s nice?”

“She is…” You picked at your sleeve. “But… she doesn’t like bikers.”

He chuckled and cut into his bun. You tried to walk away again.

“She’s a smart lady then,” He said. “I don’t like them much myself.”

You hovered awkwardly at the other side of his table. He chewed and wiped the corner of his mouth.

“And you? You hate bikers, too?”

“Well, I…” You licked your dry lips and his eyes followed the movement. “I never thought much about it, I guess.”

“What time you done, doll?”

You blinked and frowned. You glanced over at the swinging door to the back room. The clink and clank of pans continued as Babs went about her work.

“Why?” You asked.

“I’ll drive you home,” He said as he looked through the window. “It’s a bit wild out there.”

“No, you really-- I can get home.” You slowly inched away. “But thank you.”

“I got the truck.” He insisted. “ Don’t like taking the bike out much in this weather.”

“Really, I’m okay,” You backed up. “I should get your coffee.”

“What time?” He asked again. 

You stopped at the corner of the counter. You stared at him as he dropped his fork and took a bite out of the bun. He watched you closely.

“Two o’clock,” You peeked at the clock; it was already after one. “But you don’t need to--”

“I’ll take my time then,” He said. “And you take yours, doll.”

💀

You were fifteen minutes over time when Babs finally assured you she could close on her own. You were hoping she’d ask you to stay so you had an excuse to send Steve away. You’d stay even if she didn’t pay. 

The thought of being alone with the man was terrifying. You’d only ever been alone with your father and he barely acknowledged you outside of asking for another beer, berating you, or worse.

You untied your apron and hung it on the hook and took your coat. You pulled it on and grabbed your bag before you pushed through into the cafe. Babs followed but drew you back into the kitchen as she saw Steve standing by the window.

“How long has he been here?” She asked as the door swung back into place.

“Almost an hour,” You said evasively. “He’s leaving now.”

She was silent as she stared at you. Her rosy cheeks paled.

“With you?”

You looked down. She tutted and touched your elbow.

“I tried to say no but… it’s just a ride. He’s being nice.” You squeaked.

“Nice? Those men aren’t nice.” She hissed. “You be careful.”

“He has no reason to hurt me,” You argued.

“No reason? He doesn’t need one.”

“Babs, look at me,” You frowned. “Come on.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” She warned. “He definitely will.”

“I don’t… know what to do,” You said quietly. “To make him go.”

“You call me when you get home,” She drew you into a hug. “Twenty minutes our I’m closing early and coming to find you.”

“You don’t really think--”

“I don’t know what to think, sweets,” She said. “But I know his type are up to no good.”

You hugged your bag and nodded. “I’ll call.”

“Your ma wouldn’t want you hanging ‘round that man,” She tisked.

“I know,” You put your hand on the door. “I’m not too keen on it either.”

You pushed through once more and hesitantly rounded the counter. Steve turned away from his vigil at the window; the rain had slowed but the sky was getting darker. He had his loaf of bread in hand. You kept your bag in your arms as you squeezed it tighter and tighter.

“Sorry, I forgot… to tidy the racks,” You lied. “And my ma will be waiting for me.”

“I’m sure she will,” He went to the door. “Good thing you’re not walking.”

“Thank you, again.” You neared as he opened the door with a dull chime. “You don’t--”

“You act like I’m the first person to do you a favour,” He quipped as you pulled up your hood, your other arm still wrapped around your bag.

“My pa will be in a state too,” You stepped out ahead of him as he zipped up his leather jacket. 

You turned towards your house but he caught your arm. He pulled you back and guided you down to the large truck double-parked in front of Lloyd’s bookshop. It was a lot newer than your father’s and it actually ran. He opened the door as he turned his chin down as the rain slaked over his head and you climbed up quickly.

He closed the door and rushed around the front of the truck. He got in and shoved his keys in the slot as he tossed the bread behind his seat. He turned the engine and let the car idle as he reached into his jacket. He pulled out his phone and wiped the stray droplet off the screen with the thigh of his jeans. He dropped it in the cupholder and shifted gears before he pulled out.

“You work tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You answered as you watched the rivulets streaming down the window. The steady beat of the windshield wipers interspersed the patter of rain. 

“You ever get a day off?”

“Wednesdays and Thursdays,” You regretted answering. You should have lied but you were never very good at that.

He slowed at the sign and you felt him looking at you. You were too scared to look back. He slowly hit the gas and you leaned against the door as you clung to your page.

“Wednesday night,” He said. “How about you come down to the bar for a drink?”

You glanced over at him but quickly turned your eyes ahead of you. Your lips parted. You were silent.

“Hey?” He prodded.

“I don’t drink,” You said.

“Jeez, I’m not asking you to pick up a habit, just one drink.” He urged.

“My ma--”

“How old are you?” He asked as he came in sight of your house. “What are we? Couple years apart? You’re an adult. Let your ma enjoy an empty nest for the night.”

You inhaled and sucked your lip in nervously. As he came closer to your house, your stomach flipped.

“I don’t know.” You muttered.

“I’ll be by at nine to get you. Plenty of time to get yourself sorted.” He said.

“I didn’t say yes,” You replied as he stopped behind your father’s busted Ford.

His eyes flashed as he turned to you and you looked back shyly.

“Wednesday. Nine.” He stated as his arm stretched between your seats, his hand on your headrest. “Tell your ma I’ll have you home by midnight. She doesn’t need to worry so much.”

Your lashes fluttered and you bent your head. You stared at the wet spots on your canvas bag. You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached for the door handle. His hand fell to your shoulder to stop you.

“Wait,” He grabbed his phone. “You’re number?”

“I don’t--” You stared at his cell and pursed your lips. “I don’t have a cell phone. I can give you my house number.”

“No phone?” He repeated. “No, it’s okay.” He fixed the string of your raincoat. “I’ll see you ‘round.”

You pulled the handle and tumbled out onto your feet. The mud squelched around your shoes. You should’ve worn your boots but you had only the sense to bring your coat. You didn’t look back as you closed the door and rushed up to your porch. The curtains along the front room moved as you opened the screen door. The tires squelched behind you and you rushed inside. Your mother greeted you from the living room doorway.

“I told you not to talk to that man,” She said.

“Ma,” You hung your bag and undid your coat. “I tried. Okay? I’m tired. I worked--”

“And I’ve been cleaning this mess all day,” She huffed. “Your pa made a hell of a mess when he finally woke up.”

“Ma, please,” You kicked your shoes off. “Just-- I just got home.”

“I don’t want him around here,” She crossed her arms.

You dragged your feet down the hall and stopped in front of her. 

“Neither do I,” You said. “Maybe next time, you can try telling him.”

You turned and went to your room. You closed yourself in and felt your heart racing. Wednesday wasn’t very far at all. Three days. Barely a wink in a small town like this.

[darkhymns-fic]

A New World of All of Us

There's a lone inn that stands in the middle of nowhere, once a place for those on pilgrimage to rest during a leg of their journey. But few speak the name of the Goddess anymore...

Two travelers come by, unfamiliar, but with a dog. But a customer was a customer.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel, Noishe, Original Characters Rating: PG Chapters: 1 of 3 Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: For Colloyd Week, Day 6: Let's go explore the new world together! I suddenly wanted to write a story with OCs, but with Lloyd and Colette being the main focus still! So, this is what came of it, and it's not complete yet! But there is a first chapter of hopefully just three altogether. If you read and enjoy, please let me know! And thank you everyone for Colloyd Week this year!

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For the inn that was placed on the crossroads leading between Iselia and Triet, many still called it a House of Salvation whenever they passed by the structure.

It wasn’t such a surprise as to why they still did- for ever since it was claimed by the new owners, they hadn’t done much changes to its original architecture. It still maintained its two stories, shaped like a pillar, with a great open area inside on the first floor. Where once the symbols of Martel would be decorated along the walls with banners and silk, where the humble statue of Spiritua would be placed on the small prayer dais in the front, with mats on the floor to cushion a worshipper’s knees, it was now just a general dining area for visitors, with an innkeeper’s counter placed to the side. The prayer alcove had been converted to a delicacy stand, selling the innkeeper’s homemade treats they had baked for the day.

Upstairs were still the rooms for the weary to rest, once mainly meant for those on a pilgrimage. But many didn’t really go on pilgrimages anymore – none but the very devout few, who still believed in the Goddess that now watched over a newly remade world.

Mara didn’t really think much about that really. Seeing the time as the sun lowered in the sky, she stepped out of the barely renovated inn, a broom in hand, and proceeded to sweep up the dirt on their front steps. But the broom was a little too tall for her, and she struggled to keep it elevated just right as she went about her task. She also hadn’t done the laundry recently, so her dress was a mixture of dust and polka-dots, and her boots were scuffed from the mud from a few days back when she had to handle a few maintenance tasks in the rain.

Then again, business had been slow these days, and it wasn’t like there were patrons around to keep up appearances for…

And her brother hadn’t been back for many hours. He had left this morning for the nearest town, and already it was practically sunset, the horizon letting her know with its orange glow. “I should have gone with him,” she muttered to herself, pushing out the broom in an odd angle that nearly made her lose her balance. She squeaked, held onto a nearby fence railing, feeling the slow burn of embarrassment flood her face. “And he needs to get me a new broom too…”

She might only have been half as embarrassed as she was, if not for hearing the voice that was, apparently, not too far off. “Uh, excuse me? Kid?”

Mara had only been lucky enough to cut off her own terrified shriek, clutching at her broom like a weapon as she turned. In front of her, the man that had called out to her held up both hands – and they looked to be very red hands? “Whoa, sorry! I… I was just checking if you were open!”

Ah. Damn. She had done it again. She had nearly scared away another customer.

“Hold on! I mean… welcome to the All Hands Spiritua Inn! Where we accept hands of all kinds from all walks of life!” She had said that way…way too loud. Mara did all she could to not wince from all that blunder that came out of her mouth. “Have you seen our pamphlets in town?”

“Huh? Uh, no not really…” Even though this guy was clearly unsure about the whole situation… he wasn’t exactly backing away! Mara tried to take that as a good sign. “Just happen to know this place from a few years back… This is an inn now, right?” He pointed at the sign that was hanging off the front, the hinge off the left just a tad bit lopsided. “Is it alright if we stayed?”

Mara opened her mouth to shout a resounding YES to his question. Then she looked at him for just a bit longer, trying to determine his age, coming up with maybe in his mid-twenties or so… The red hands she had been seeing was from the gloves he wore (instead of being really badly sunburned like she’d been thinking), which matched with the red of his outfit, at least from what she could tell. He wore a brown traveling cloak that was clasped at the collar, nearly reaching his feet. From his motions, she could hear the familiar clinking of metal – weapons, she gathered. A mercenary? Or was he a bandit?

But then, she figured he’d try to be a little more subtle with his weapons if he was coming here to steal her gald under the pretenses of being a customer… His hair was also a bit unkempt, waves of russet hair that under the setting sun, seemed to turn into a darker red if she squinted at it just so. There was only just the hint of stubble on his chin, his missed days of shaving catching up to him.

Then she thought about what he said. “Pardon, who’s we?” She didn’t see anyone with him…

“Oh, me and my friend!” He smiled at her the moment he mentioned said friend, as if a light had just been turned on in the vicinity. “And our dog. Do you allow dogs here?”

“Of course!” she said immediately. “We get strays around here all the time anyway.” Too much, sometimes. Also, her brother wasn’t exactly fond of such strays for a certain reason, if she could just remember why…

“Great!” With that, the man in red turned, put both hands around his mouth and yelled, “Heeey!! It’s all good!!”

Huh. Maybe this guy was a bit stranger than she thought. Well, she had already invited him to stay so there was nothing she could do. I probably should have asked if he had money first….

When she started wondering if he was calling in backup of other bandits to rob her blind, she saw the figure he was calling for. Someone who was just in the distance, half-hidden in shadows by the setting sun. From where she stood, it looked like a horse-rider, and as said horse seemed to gallop forward, its rider waved back happily.

The man waved back so strongly, enough to nearly knock off the cloak from his shoulder. Mara raised an eyebrow. Why did he act like he hadn’t seen this person in forever?

As the figure got closer, she barely could see much else at all. They were dressed in the same brown cloak as the man but it covered them from head to toe, complete with a hood that was pulled over their head. All Mara could make out were the white gloves they wore, which held lightly onto the mane of the horse they rode.

“Hello, I hope we’re not intruding,” they finally said. The voice was soft, slightly higher-pitched – and by then, Mara saw the stray locks of blonde hair as they fell out of the hood. She had been so entranced by the figure that she hadn’t noticed the horse they rode until it was basically in front of her.

It then started to…whine?

Wait, that wasn’t a horse! Mara blinked, looking at the creature with its snout, its overly large ears that fanned out from the sides of its face, its fur with varying shades of green. It was a… what was it?

“Noishe here doesn’t bite,” the man said with a grin, ruffling the creature’s fur, unmindful to the giant ears that looked as if they would whack him across the face at any moment. “He’s a real good dog.”

Mara blinked. “Excuse me. Dog?” She glanced at the creature, noting those familiar features, yet… “That’s a dog.”

“Yep! Would you like to pet him?” spoke the figure – the woman, she finally figured – who still sat atop the dog. Who rides a dog?!

“I’m… I’m fine.” Mara still held her broom, half defensively, even though one end of it was dangerously close to unbalancing herself again. “Well, lucky for your…dog… we have the stables already cleaned out, so you can settle it there.”

“Thanks.” The man grinned, hands on his knees as he peered down at her from his height. She mentally groaned, already knowing what was coming. “Hey, so, are your parents around?”

Yes, of course this always happens, doesn’t it?

“And why would you want to know that?” she countered back.

This predictably threw the guy for a loop, making him blink and stare dumbfounded for a solid five seconds. “Well, it’s kinda scary for kids to be by themselves, you know? And we wanted to ask the owners of this place a few things.”

“You’re looking at her.” Okay, co-owner, but it was still the truth.

He blinked again. “Huh?”

“I’m not a kid.” Mara frowned, standing up tall. “I’m eighteen years old!”

The guy scratched the back of his head, smiling nervously. “I mean… you kinda still are…”

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Owner,” said the lady from behind him. She had dismounted from her dog (?) and finally pulled down her hood. Mara held her breath when she saw how the woman had a cascade of golden hair that was arranged in a braid, turned darker by the setting sun, and nearly reaching her waist.

Something about her also seemed… different to Mara, the way she smiled, or the curve of it, at least. She felt a sense of elegance from her, and wondered if maybe she was one of those priests from years back. But the Church of Martel’s influence had waned over the years, and most of its clergy had long abandoned the cloth with the appearance of Tethe’alla.

“My name is Colette,” said the woman, subtly breaking the silence. “Is it okay to ask for your name?”

Mara considered, then nodded. It was nice for some people to have manners here. “I’m Mara. I run this inn with my brother, whose getting us food for tonight’s dinner. I can promise you two a warm meal in a bit if you stay.” Then she pointedly looked at the man. “And be sure to treat me with respect like any adult!”

She was pleased to see the man looked thoroughly embarrassed, still scratching away at that itch on his scalp. “Ehe… Sorry.” A gentle nudge from the woman named Colette startled him for a moment, before his worried face was replaced with a big grin. “Oh yeah, and my name’s Lloyd! Thanks for having us.”

Remember to be nice to people. She could hear her brother’s words in her head and tried her best to cut off any tones of snark in her voice. “Not any trouble. We’re happy you’ve chosen us at the All Hands Spiritua Inn! Now come right this way!” She winced again, seeing the somewhat stunned look on the others faces. She always went overboard like this, or just be grumpy to people otherwise…

After getting the dog to lay somewhat comfortably in the hay (and the woman insisting on giving the giant weird-looking dog a few belly scratches on the tummy), she finally led them inside through the double doors, warning to watch their step on the stoop of the entrance. It was always higher than expected, and she’d had to mentally train herself to hop over it every time or risk a little stumble.

The guy named Lloyd followed her example, deftly hopping over the stoop. The woman named Colette deftly did not.

Mara felt as if she watched Colette’s fall in slow-motion, hearing her startled yell, seeing the way she flailed her arms, which made the cloak around her flutter like a pair of burlap wings – revealing a stark-white outfit that she was wearing underneath – and then fall flat on her face against the floorboards.

Any impression of elegance Mara felt from her instantly went flying out the window.

Lloyd rushed to her side, grasping Colette by her arm. “Colette! You alright?”

“Ehe…” Colette raised her head to Lloyd, already a bruise forming on her forehead. Mara had to wince at that. Ouch. “Sorry. Guess I tripped again.”

“That looked like it really hurt,” he commented, pulling her up gently, their boots making the floor creak.

“Kind of, yeah…”

“Uh, I can get you some ice and a salve for that bruise, miss,” Mara helpfully offered, realizing soon that maybe she should. And since it was their inn that this had happened, she didn’t want any weird legal matters happening.

“That’s okay, I’ll just sleep it off,” Colette said, smiling gently again – just now with a little bump on her forehead. It kinda ruined the effect…

“Yeah, and we got plenty of apple gels to help!” Lloyd looked strangely proud about that, but once he turned back to Colette, his expression went back to concern. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. Oh, wait-” Now back to Mara with questioning eyes. “Uh, is it still just one room up there?”

He said that so specifically that Mara was caught off guard from it. It was true that this place had only one room upstairs, fitted with multiple beds to house people in need of rest. They had kept meaning to put some walls in, or at least dividers, but they never really had time for it. “Yes! It’s just at the top of the stairs. I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.”

“Thanks.” The guy gave her a thumbs up (How weird) and then led Colette up the stairs, their cloaks the last thing Mara saw as they ascended. She thought she also saw Colette’s face continually looking towards downstairs, especially to the dining area specifically.

Once they were out of sight, and she heard the door click softly, she remembered something very important.

Crap, she thought, tightening her hands on the broom she was still holding for some reason. I forgot to ask them to pay…

--

“Is it really not okay to look around there?”

“Maybe not yet… Don’t want to weird that kid out - and he’s not here anyway. Maybe we can try at dinner. Also… you really should rest that bump of yours.” A small laugh. “Sorry I didn’t catch you.”

“It’s okay. My clumsiness is supposed to be lucky, remember? Maybe this means we’ll find what we’re looking for.”

“Heh, you know, you’re right!” A creaking of the bed as someone on it, followed by the sound of shuffling, like someone rummaging through a pack. “Got the apple gels here. You should have some.”

“Okay. Can you feed them to me?” Followed by a light giggle.

A sigh, but there was laughter in it, warm and sweet. “You dork.”

--

When Tavi finally neared the inn, it was with labored breathing, his legs rushing fast across the roads. On his back, he lugged a heavy satchel filled with day-old bread, hastily preserved meat and cheese, along with a few spare gels and any other foodstuff that he could get at a bargain. He tried to keep it steady with his left hand, grasping at one of the straps on his shoulder, making sure it didn’t tilt and carry him down with it.

In his right hand, he held onto the hilt of his sheathed sword. His Exsphere glinted from the shine of the twin moons overhead, seemed to burn from where it was set, just beneath his knuckles.

The attacks on the roadsides had been more frequent lately.

Tavi was at least fast when he needed to be, hoping he had lost his pursuers along the way. A quick shift into a thicket of trees, using what little magic he knew to sweep away his footprints, and his sharp ears could finally just hear the soft chirping of crickets at his feet, the rustle of soft wings as they flapped above him.

As long as they didn’t know where he was headed… they’d be fine. They would have to be.

The inn was a welcome sight to him, looking strangely so pastoral in the nighttime. The paint on its right side was peeling off, and the lower awning that stretched just beneath the second floor was eaten away by mildew, but all in all… it wasn’t half-bad of a place.

He only slowed down his run to a light jog, sword slightly rattling against his leg as he did so, when he saw something using the stables they had. But it was covered in shadow, possibly sleeping inside. There was fresh hay and the trough was filled with water. Was Mara taking in stray cats again? Much of the felines liked to roam the woods near their inn, sometimes curling up on the roof, mewling out into the night. Though now, it was rather quiet…

Shaking his head, he then quickly sprinted to the inn once he saw how close he was. He pushed open the double doors, deftly hopping over the little out-of-line step with ease as he did so.

He was then met with a broom to the face.

“By the Goddess, Tavi!” Mara shouted, hopping on one foot as she jerked back the broom before she did any more damage. “You can at least knock to let me know you’re here!”

“Can you not tell it’s me by now?” he argued, spitting out a few broom bristles from his mouth. “You’re so jumpy.”

“I think I have every right to be?” spoke his sister. “You never consider how I feel.”

Though older than him by two years, she was much shorter than him, just coming up to the middle of his chest. She had a head of green hair cut just at the chin, yet still covering up her ears. In her polka-dotted apron and big boots that looked like they should belong to a blacksmith instead of a small innkeeper, she was always quite a strange sight to see.

He shook his head at her with a laugh. “At least help me with the groceries, I’m about to break my back in half from all this.” He played up the struggle as he slowly removed the satchel, bemoaning all the while. “Treat your elders right!”

“I’m older than you! Enough with that joke!”

Tavi grinned, but Mara had laid her broom against the counter to reach up for the foodstuff and promptly walked away to the kitchen. “We we have customers now. I’ll have to make them dinner too.”

As Tavi tried to tie back his long red hair, he paused in mid-action, then rounded on Mara. “What? Right now?” He groaned. “I didn’t buy enough to feed more than us! How many are there?!”

“Then I guess you’ll have to tighten your belt!” Mara wagged a finger at him. “Besides, it’s just two of them. They seem pretty harmless, and we need the money! They’ve been up in their room for the past hour, so don’t go waltzing upstairs right now.”

Then she pointed that wagging finger at his hand. “And you’ll need to hide that. Or are you forgetting to do that while in town?”

Tavi instinctively place his other hand over the Exsphere, feeling a strange sense of self-consciousness. “I know. I just… got it torn off by a tree branch earlier while I walked.” He wasn’t lying when he said that either.

Maybe Mara suspected, maybe she worried… But instead she walked back into the kitchen, hefting the satchel more easily than her height would seem to say. “Oh, and they have a dog too. A really big one at that, just so you know.”

Tavi choked on his own spit, glaring at Mara once more. “Mara, did you just forget that I’m allergic to dogs?”

At the door to the kitchen, Mara stopped. She turned back to him slowly. “I did actually.”

“Please, Mara…”

“Just don’t go near it! It’s outside now anyway, and they’ll be gone by morning I’m sure.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, taking in a deep breath. At the very least, there was no dog fur near him. “Fine. I’ll be by for dinner,” he said, then headed for one of his own rooms that was to the right of the main alcove of the building – which was more of a storage room that he had converted into his very own.

He figured he’d have to look nice for his guests, and picked up an old mirror that needed a good cleaning, trying to fix up the messy locks of red hair that had been tousled everywhere during his run.

With how tall he was, his lanky frame, and his own bright hair compared to Mara’s, no one would have ever taken them both to be brother and sister. Not unless one happened to catch the subtle points of their ears.

He made sure, as he combed his hair, to cover that part of himself. Better to be safe than stabbed, he thought wryly.

--

Noishe, in his pen, scrabbled at the hay to make himself comfortable. Some of the water from the trough had spilled over as he lapped it earlier, so he made sure to gather the drier parts of the hay to rest on comfortably.

It had been a long couple of weeks of travel, and he was looking forward to rest. But even Noishe knew he might not get that tonight…

From his position, he poked out his head from the stable, hearing the door shut suddenly. He raised his head up to the windows, seeing the light flicker out quickly inside. Only by the moon could he see the shape of familiar faces, familiar hands.

He remembered Lloyd’s hurried look from earlier, Colette’s soft words of reassurance. It had been tough recently, but always they had each other. In the light of the morning, he’d never seen smiles as bright as theirs.

They deserved a good night’s rest, too.

Still, Noishe kept his ears up as he settled on the hay, remembering the hurried footsteps from the stranger. Maybe, at the very least, the early evening could have some calmness before the storm.

[naptoons]

Official Girl— Zion Kuwonu

Warnings: mild mature language.

Theme: Angst / Fluff ??? I guess I vauguely know the diff.

Summary: you and Zion have been together for almost half a year, but it didn’t feel like it cause when it came down to the public eye, he was single. And you were just his friend.

A/N: I did not proofread any of this so if there’s some spelling errors I apologize, and I hope it isn’t cringe! Enjoy🖤

You and Zion have been dating for almost a year and to your surprise no one even knew expect the PRETTYMUCH members along with their girlfriends. Neither of your family members knew either. You had a million thoughts going through your brain debating which thought was the placebo of why he would want to hide your relationship for almost a year. Don’t get it wrong, your relationship is great, he makes you happy. But hearing him tell the rest of his friends any beanz that ‘you’re aren’t his girl’ and ‘just a friend’ kinda made you think back on the days where you were stuck in the friend zone with him.

Sighing you slouch in your chair turning in your essay. You decided to go to los angles to study for your major. You wanted to get out of your hometown experience new places and people. You met Zion through one of your friends. You’ve never even heard of ‘PRETTYMUCH’ until she showed you a few of their music videos and interviews you started to hone in on them. Next thing you knew your friend bought you guys tickets and meet and greets in los angles.

Zion had his eyes on you on and off the entire time on stage. And boy was he thrilled to see you at meet and greet. And that’s the cliché way you meet Zion and became his “girlfriend” more like “girl-friend” groaning you hop out the bed going to grab a cup of water but your phones text tone vibration on the cherry wood table stops you. Moving towards your phone you see a text from the devil himself. Crazy how the universe works.

[ From: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Hey mamas you wanna go to a birthday party with me? I promise I’ll stick by you the whole night ❤️

Moral of the story to the last sentence Zion typed was prettymuch had a album release party with a lot of their friends and Zion invited you. But twenty minutes into the party Zion left you and was faded and tipsy.So you ended up taking an uber back home and went to sleep. Zion didn’t get a wink of sleep that night worrying about you.

[ To: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Hm. Fine I’ll go but you better keep your promise.

[ From: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

I promise babygirl. The party isn’t until late around 8pm so I’ll come pick you up. I love you can’t wait to see your fine ass🥵

Rolling your eyes at his flirty remarks. One thing you can’t knock him for is he always reminds you how beautiful you are. Sitting your phone down you go back to the previous task, grabbing the glass and sticking it on the dispenser filling it half empty half full. Sipping on the ice cold water you make your way back to room deciding how you would kill two hours worth of time.

Waking up an hour and a half later you decided to go ahead and take a shower. While waiting for the water to heat up you grab your phone turning on your Bluetooth speaker to blare music for your invisible fans. First song to come up on shuffle was official girl by Cassie. You place your fingers in the shower feeling the warm water slide down your fingertips. Stripping out of your clothes you jump in the shower.

“You gotta love me in the light and the dark” you sung out loud. As you were singing the lyrics it resonated with your feelings towards Zion.After your quick shower you got dressed and did your hair in a style you loved. Looking at the clock wondering would Zion be on his way yet,It’s 7:30pm and he hasn’t sent a single text or call. Going to your messages you decide to text him.

[ To: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Zion what time are you coming to pick me up?

Setting your phone back down, you grab your platform boots slipping them on and tying them up. Grabbing your favorite perfume brand lathering your body up in it. fifteen minutes later and you still got nothing from Zion. You launch the Instagram app seeing Zion posted on his Instagram 3 minutes ago a screen of his monitor and fortnite asking for someone to join the lobby.

You roll your eyes wondering why you even texted him in the first place, him and fortnite have a better relationship than you and Zion. You decided to text one of the members.

[ To: Raisin Bran ⛓ ]

Hey Brandon is the party still going on tonight?

[ From: Raisin Bran ⛓ ]

. yeah , we’re actually here where are you and Zion?

[ To: Raisin Bran ⛓ ]

‘Zion’ is on fortnite rn, ill be coming in uber please give me the address🙄

[ From: Raisin Bran ⛓ ]

. I mean you don’t have to come if you don’t want too.

It’s better to have fun, then being cooped up in the house doing nothing, what could go wrong? You though you yourself. Pulling your leather skirt down a little you stand up and place an uber order Your uber arrived twenty minutes later,On the way to the party you have been listening to music with occasionally conversations with the driver. Your phone vibrates, and from the vibrations you know who it is. And you dread wether you should reply or not.but deep down you know you can’t ignore him.

[ From Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Yo Sorry mamas I didn’t see your text.

[ From Babie 🤧🧡 ]

I’m coming to get your fine ass now🥵

[ To: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

No worries Zion lol, I’m catching a ride to the party.

[ From: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Who’s takin you?

Ignoring his question you decide to screenlock your phone and enjoy the soft ride. The ride was about an extra twenty minutes to get there but it was a pleasant ride nevertheless

Getting out of the car you thank the driver and prepare yourself for the house full of sweaty young adults, blaring loud music and the smell of different strains of weed. Pulling your skirt down a little you walk up to the door ignoring the few whistles and hollers from the drunk guys falling around and laughing on the grass. Knocking on the door you await for anyone to open the door it was starting to get a little chilly outside. “Y/N?” Someone speaks in a puzzled tone. Turning your head around your eyes are met with nick, nodding your head you step off the steps to be engulfed in a hug.

“How are you, what are you doing here by yourself?” Nick questions

“Well I’m not by myself now am I ?” You joke sarcastically, nick shows his cheeky smile while opening the door for you. Upon your sight is a house filled to the rim of people, red solo cups scattered all over the floor, multiple groups of people playing games and kissing.

“Where’s Zion?” Nick asks, while the both of you walk into the kitchen, the constant questions of “Zion” is starting to agitate you more and more. You wanted to have fun and not think about Zion. Because frankly Zion hasn’t been thinking about you. Before you could answer nick’s question soft delicate caramel tattooed arms wrapped around your shoulders with a sweet scent of strawberries and mint leaves.

“I’m here” his voice hones in on your ear lobes, his lips reaching your temple slightly and rapidly before any one could catch eyes on it “hey mamas” Zion’s voice vibrates across your skin.

“Hi” you answer softly not really wanting to talk to him you’d hoped to avoid, nick offers you and Zion a drink grabbing the shot you swallow it down like it was water. Passing the shot glass over to nick for another round.

“Woah mamas slow down okay?” Zion mumbles from behind you with his hands firmly placed on you lower back. Ignoring his comment you drink down another shot earning a “wooo” from nick as he fires you up for your last shot of the day with a slice of lime from the fridge.

“Thank you nick” you smile eating the lime in one hand and firmly grasping the cold water bottle in the other. You turn around to say something to Zion but he’s gone in the back talking to someone. you decide it’s really time to have fun since you’re “single” in the dark. Before you could head over to the dance floor a guy walks up to you with a sheepish grin. His teeth were pearly white and aligned with each other not missing a single space or gap, his skin screamed Melanin “hello how are you?” He asks very politely.

“I’m fine and you?”

“Good if you’re breathing, I was wondering would you like to have a dance? If you don’t mind” he hesitates,not even thinking of an answer you grab his hand reporting to the dance floor. (A/N i thought about the lyric from you by Lloyd ‘And uh, I want all my sexy ladies to report to the dance floor immediately’ lol sorry I may have made you cringe)

you get on the dance floor dancing to the song that’s blaring through the speakers. Taking sips from another shot you grabbed on your way to the dance floor why not? You did say you wanted to have fun. Softly the mysterious man lays his hand on your hips digging his fingertips into your waist. Even though you knew you were with Zion. You wasn’t just going to grind up on some guy even though your devil shoulder told you too.

Zion finishes his conversation with a friend he used to know in Canada, now he was on his way to look for you trying to keep his promise of never leaving tonight. Meeting nick back at the kitchen his thick eyebrows knitted in confusion. Nick not wanting to hear the anger bounce off on him, he decides to point in the direction of you and the mysterious guy. Fuming with vexation, he squeezed the bottle in his hands until his knuckles turned white. Heading over towards the problem he grab you by your arm softly but cautiously. The guy stands back smirking at the sight of a jealous Zion. while you were a bit staggering from the four shots of alcohol you took.

“Hey chill out we were dancing and having a good time!” The guy slurs his words. You started to sober up slightly at the sight of Zion’s muscles in his jawline clenching on and off his knuckles turning ghostly white as he holds in every excuse to lay this guy out with his fists. His face almost beat red.

“Have a good time with someone else not her” Zion excuses the both of you guys away from him and into a quieter location, closing the door behind him Zion let’s out a groan of frustration as his fingers roam through the tangles of his dreads. “What the fuck was that y/n?!” Zion yells but not too aggressive because even though he’s mad at you, you’re still his baby and he’ll never disrespect you.

“What ? I can’t have fun? I mean I’m not your official girl anyways” you slur your truth with hidden sarcasm. You were tipsy and when you’re tipsy the truth comes out. And in the back of your mind you knew once the truth came out things were going to change.

“Y/n what the fuck are you talking about? , of course you are my girl mamas” his tone of voice changes obviously struck by your words, not wanting to look into his eyes with your glassy eyes, you turn your head, not even batting an eye at him, you just couldn’t your heart shattered even thinking of telling him how you felt.

“No I’m not Zion” you choke at your first sentence “I’m your friend, you know the girl who hangs out with you occasionally and comes in your Instagram lives, I’m the girl you say ‘Nah she’s the homie’ I’m not your fucking girl Zion, and it’s been that way for half a goddamn year!” You bark at him, Zion tries to reach for your hands but falls short as you pull them away from his reach “ if you don’t wanna be with me tell me. If you’re embarrassed by me tell me. Fucking give me something I’m tired of being your unofficial girl” you wipe your tears heading straight for the door but Zion blocks it.

“Wait Mamas listen,” his words fall short trying to bite back the tears, his whole world crashing down in front of his eyes “i couldn’t be so fucking proud to have you as my girlfriend, you don’t understand how happy I am to hold you in my arms every fucking day, how proud I am to have you in the studio with me because that’s the only way I can work faster, babygirl you are everything and more I’ve ever needed”

“Zion this secrecy is making me feel like I’m not good enough” your voice cracks filling the room up with icy cold tension. You’re trying so hard to stop crying but you can’t, all the bottled up feelings are just slipping through the cracks. Zion rapidly walks over to you to hold you in his arms. Your brain wants to push him off,but your heart wants to be held until your cries muffled into the music in the background. His slender golden fingers hold the back of your head while the other tightly on your lower back.

“I deserve more Zion, but I don’t wanna pressure you dear, but I’m tired, I’m tired” you speak into his trashed denim jacket. You pull out of his embrace. Walking towards the door, leaving Zion in the room with his thoughts. Passing by nick and Brandon as you wiped your tears, hearing their cries of your names just makes you regret even coming to this party in the first place. The guy you danced with earlier snatches your wrist in a halt just as you were about to grab the door knob, this day just couldn’t get anymore hetic you thought.

“Babygirl.. did he make you cry?” His eyebrows knit up in a bunch, you stumble over the cups placed on the floor snatching your arms at of the young man’s grasp not before you feel an arm around your shoulder engulfing your body into his chest. “Don’t touch her got that? She doesn’t belong to you” he grits his teeth, spitting the poison out on him “oh but she belongs to you?” The guy questions trying to provoke a fight with Zion.

“She doesn’t belong to anyone she’s her own woman, but we are dating and I don’t appreciate anyone treating her less than what she is, so if you want all your bones to be intact and still have teeth to eat with tomorrow I suggest you back the fuck up” your eyes look up at the flushed pinked tint that was painted across his face the slight flinch of his muscles in his jawline.

“Can we leave please?” You plead to him and instantly he grabbed your hand taking you out the party. The ride home was slient. So many things were going on, bottled up emotions were spilled and you just thought to yourself how awkward this would be in the morning. Zion opens the door for you following right after you in the cold house. Taking off your boots you curl up on the bed shaking as the goosebumps multipled on your skin. Zion walks over to you throwing the covers over your body tucking you in like a parent to a kid.

“Can we talk about this?” Zion says breaking the ice, letting out a choked hoarse sigh

“I’m afraid too” you speak barely above a whisper hoping he didn’t catch it.

“Well then listen to me” Zion grabs your legs placing them on his thighs so his fingers hook under your calves “ I’ve never been this deep in love, everytime I get really deep into a relationship something always fucks it up, and I didn’t want anything or anyone to break us up hence why I’ve been hiding us. Specially from the media. It’s a dog eats dog world out there mamas” his fingers tapping on your now timid skin “and I don’t want you to be hurt because of my job, or those whom support and love me, their opinions won’t matter to me I don’t give a shit but I don’t want you hurt babygirl I love your smiles earlier in the morning,” Zion chokes up “ I wanna keep seeing the crinkle in your nose as you curse the sun for being bright, have you re-twisting my dreads, your sudden outbursts of Disney soundtracks”

“I cherish all that shit mamas” Zion finishes like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulder.

Your eyes begin to soften at how raw Zion is being right now. Zion was never the type to show his cards on the table. Everyone knew this. But seeing him fold like a deck of cards really breaks your heart. “I love our date nights where we just watch movies or play board games, cause it’s just us and no one to interrupt us or tell us how to love each other, but it seems I’ve hurt you more this way instead of the other way I was trying to protect you from. I’m sorry mamas” his Cinderella glass slipper eyes lays upon yours, shattering you into pieces

You never thought how hard it’s been on him to hide all of this or his reasons. You lean over to him placing your head on his chest. Playing with his fingertips. “It’s okay Zion, I understand now, I’m sorry for blowing up on you” his lips pressed on your head while his fingers caressed your waist. Your eyes slowly getting heavier and heavier before you could even hear his response. You dozed off, all the tears and alcohol felt like a melatonin. Zion took this opportunity to sneak a picture of his view to post on Instagram for the world to see. Showing you off was something he always dreamed off and right now seemed like the perfect time. “No mamas I’m sorry, but I’ll show you better than I can say it”

The next morning you woke up to your phone constantly blowing up by notifications, frowning you grab your phone deciding to put it on do not disturb until you see prettymuch fan account names liking and commenting on your posts, taking you on stories, your twitter was blowing up. Opening up Instagram you see Zion has tagged you in a post, smiling at his efforts you like the picture.

130,468 likes

zionkuwonu: I'll never diss you and I'll kiss you on your little pearl.

Maybe the talk needed to happen to move onto bigger things, before you could repost it to your story, The door swings up with Zion smiling bigger than his heart holding a teddy bear in one hand and roses and a self care basket the other. Sitting up against the headboard you accept them feeling the water build up in your eyes. “You’re right mamas, you deserve more” he leans over laying soft pecks against your lips. “And I will always give you more” his lips connect to yours again.

“So face mask night and a movie?” You squeak caressing his jawline

“It’s whatever you want to do babygirl” he mumbles, before taking another picture of you with the gifts.

You were now his official girl.

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49: I WISH - CHER LLOYD (REQUESTED)

LOUIS

“Baby, I seen the chick you're with, wish that I never did Freakin' perfect and five foot ten, just wanna punch her lip, yeah”

Breaking up with Louis was hard, being part of the same group make it worst. You ended up things in the most peaceful way to not separate your friends and that was working out or that’s what you thought. Tonight, you both had a birthday party of one of your friends, it was the first time in two months you were going to see him since he was on tour. You were super nervous but did your best to look great and maybe make him regretting your break up. You came a little bit early to help your friend organize and hours later people started to arrive. Then, you saw Louis and he looked so handsome that you almost didn’t notice he was holding hands with a girl that truly looked like a model, and you almost faint. When your friend saw the whole scene tried to cheer you up and you knew you needed to keep it cool. Officially he has moved on, and well that broke your heart but tonight you will have a good time for your friends. When Louis saw you he awkwardly smiled at you and you smiled back. As you were talking with the birthday girl he came close to congratulate her and then he presented his date. “This is Madison” he said proudly and you acted your best and said hi. But she knew you were his ex, so she wasn’t very kind and everyone noticed but you didn’t pay attention. You were dancing and drinking and trying not to watch the new couple but somehow, they would always end up close to you until Madison pushed you in your back. You turned around and she tried to act like it was an accident but you saw Louis’s face and knew it wasn’t. You decided it wasn’t worth it to stay there knowing she would act like that and you went out to the backyard to have some water and try to keep it calm when you saw Louis next to you. “I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t know she would act like that and we’re just knowing each other it’s not that serious” he said. “Lou, it’s ok I get it. But yeah it’s not that nice she acts like that I wasn’t even paying attention to her. But congrats, she’s beautiful” you replied trying to be sincere. He went silent for a second and said lowly “Nobody compares to you” and you smiled trying not to act on it. Then he keeps talking “Truth is I’m trying so hard to move on but I can’t help but think about us” “This is not fair to her, Lou” you replied trying not to run into her arms because you haven’t moved on either. “Let’s talk tomorrow, please. I will be clear with her and then we can try” he said looking straight to your eyes. “Ok Louis, but I can’t promise anything” you said trying to not be that easy, knowing that maybe tomorrow you might be starting over.

LIAM

“'Cause I know I've been wasting time tryna catch your eye, uh Yeah I know that I been so blind thinking that I'm your type”

Some people can handle drinking but you were the part of the group that couldn’t and that’s why when you went out with your friends you always tried to drink as little as possible. But tonight you were celebrating, you just graduated from your specialization and you wanted to have a great time. You went to a fancy bar in LA and you were dancing and drinking when you saw Liam Payne dancing too. You were shocked, he was your celebrity crush and since you were a little bit drunk you decided to make a move, your friends tried to stop you but you were the stubborn drunk type. As you walk with confidence towards him he danced and it was good until some other girl that looked really beautiful arrived and move you to dance with him. At first, he didn’t do anything but as he saw you walking away to be with your friends he took your hand. “Hey, where are you going?” he said, a little bit drunk too. “Well, you were dancing with her now so… and well she’s more your type” you replied a little bit unconfident. He didn’t say a word and brought you closer to him to dance. Suddenly you weren’t drunk and you were having the night of your life with him. Not knowing if this was only about one night or something more.

HARRY

“Uh-huh, yeah baby, I'm gonna keep it real, boy you da one I want

I don't own any five-inch heels, just got my Nike's on”

You were probably the shyest woman in the world and that wasn’t a big deal until you had a crush on someone because you couldn’t even say hi to that person without being too obvious. But when you met Harry it felt different, for some reason you felt so secure of yourself that even though you really liked him you could talk to him about anything. Your friend worked for his crew in the advertising area and since she knew you loved his music she invited you to one private gig and she presented you to him and it felt like an instant click. He was so kind and so easygoing that you felt good talking to him. Since that day you started to hang out a lot and you felt like you could be yourself around him and you could tell he felt the same way. You feel so much trust that you decided you were going, to be honest with him, you wanted him to be more than a friend and you invited him to your place. You decided to make sushi at home and were having a good time trying to make it right when it was ready you sat together to eat and you had a moment of bravery and started talking “Ok, I’m about to be very honest with you and you will try to do the same. And if you don’t agree with me I’ll get over it” you said, preparing him and since he had food on her mouth he nodded and let you keep talking. “I really like you, Harry, as a friend and as something more and I think it’s so cool we get to be so true to each other that it might be great if we gave us a chance to date or something and yeah this is my not being shy for the first time in a while” you said looking at him trying to read his reaction he smiled and put your hand on your lips because you had a little bit of sauce soy. “You won this time because I was working in a way to talk to you about this because I have this huge crush on you and I really want us to be more than friends too” you smiled. “Loved that you took the initiative, though it makes me like you more” he said. And that’s how you ended up dating the boy that was about to make you the happiest girl in the world.

NIALL

“Never thought I was insecure, boy look at what you done (What you done)”

You always thought Niall, your best friend’s friend didn’t like you too much but after last night you were pretty sure he hated you. And you couldn’t understand why, because you were always kind to him and when you met him you even though you might become really close, he looked so sweet and fun. But, he always changed his attitude when you arrived and last night’s party he didn’t even say hello to you. Not even your best friend knew why he acted like that and whenever she tried to talk to him about it he would avoid the subject. You were done with his acting and you decided you were going to talk to him, and as he was neighbors with your BFF it was easier. You knocked on the door and he was surprised to see you there. “Hi Niall, can we talk?” you said really serious. “What do you need, y/n?” he replied. “Why do you have to be so rude to me? I’m here trying to talk to you” he didn’t say a word but made you come in. You sat and you started talking “I need to understand why you hate me so much, we have friends in common and it makes me really uncomfortable to feel like you don’t want me there. If I did something to you I’m so sorry and it’s ok if you don’t want to be my friend or something but at least be decent if we are in the same place” his face changed completely and he didn’t look mad, he was moved or something. “This is going to sound so cliché and I hope you understand me. But the truth is I do like you y/n, it’s just is more than that. Since the day I met you I had a crush on you, and you are so beautiful that I knew I didn’t have a chance with you so I decided to stay away as much as I could. But I didn’t know I was hurting you, please forgive me.” You were shocked and couldn’t talk because it was really a surprise for you that he felt that way. You stayed silent for a few seconds. “Ni, you just can’t assume that. If you showed me how you felt we wouldn’t be in this situation.” You replied nicely. “I was just afraid of rejection, you know?” he said nervously. “I’ll tell you what. We are going to start again, and we will talk and be friends and maybe if we do things good something more. Let’s give it time” you said. He smiled and agreed standing up to give you a hug.  

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SCHEDULE FOR THIS WEEK

Hello my little strawberry crepes, reminding me of the sweet, sweet summertime! Here is my schedule for the week! THis month, I’ve tried really hard with scheduling to both help you out with the difficulties of the time but also take care of my own mental health, SO!

Tonight:  Jackbox games, sponsored by @moonlight1130 and @sailorsunspot! Are 6:30, we’ll congregate for a few hours of play! I love party games, more than like, anything, so please join me! 

Tomorrow, Friday, April 3rd: 

Day: APRIL SHOWERS WRITING. Excuse me sir, that’s my emotional support angst. I’m going to do angst, hurt/comfort, etc you get the idea all day. PLEASE SEND ME SOME PROMPTS (i’m trying to get lists together, but you can also send me any of those) 

Night: I’m making Mom’s birthday dinner! I’ll post pictures! 

ALSO IT IS MIKE AND JILL’S ROBOCOP STREAM, ON THE PATREON

Saturday, April 4th: 

Mom and I are having a special day for her birthday. Usually Mom and I go out for her birthday. It’s my present to her. We can’t go out, she can’t see her boyfriend, she’s pretty sad. But! I am making her special cocktails, I got a cheese board to be delivered, we’re gonna watch FX Christmas Carol (she was really excited about it when I was telling her how much I liked it). Trying to make it special for her. 

BUT FOR YOU??? I will have another day of the Utena movie queued up, and then at night, a HAruview! I hope you enjoy. 

Sunday, April 5th: 

Day: REVUE STARLIGHT. --We’re getting to the final arc and I HOPE YOU ARE ALL READY. 

Night: LOVE NEVER DIES ON THE PATREON, ALL PATRONS. Please watch me cackle and gasp at this thing I don’t even know the storyline to, but will doubtless be jealous of Lloyd Webber’s ability to get his fanfic staged. I guess if you write a series of fucking banging overtures YOU CAN HAVE THE POWER. We all want to see my Sailor Moon Musical thought right? 

Monday, April 6th: 

I am going turkey scouting with my wife! I need to get outside and walk around and this is the only way I can do it without hurting anyone. We will be in the middle of nowhere, not going through any reservations, etc. 

BUT FOR MIETTE??? I will have some asks queued up for you! I hope they entertain! 

Tuesday, April 7th: 

CREATIVE ASK DAY SPONSORED BY @moonlight1130 and @sailorsunspot We’ve done this before and everyone seemed to like it! I’ll have all kinds of fun with things like Fuck, Canon, Kill, and AU questions and stuff like that. 

Wednesday, April 8th: 

 Day: CARNIVALE. We all need brother Justin in this trying time. Or at least I do. 

Night:  GAYBIE STREAM. Have all y’all seen Bound? If not, come watch it with me! Formative to many young homosexuals such as myself, and sponsored by @sailorsunspot and @moonlight1130!! (You may also come watch if you’ve seen it. JUST TRYING TO EDUCATE THE CHIDLREN)

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B&R Playlist - extra long version

I want to know what love is – Foreigner

My My Love – Joshua Radin

Poison and Wine – The Civil Wars

Just the way you are – Bruno Mars

Everyone's got something – Perrin Lamb

You and Me – Lifehouse

Iris – Goo Goo dolls

Like a Prayer – Madonna

Wasn’t expecting that – Jamie Lawson

Love someone – Jason Mraz

I won’t give up – Jason Marx

In my time of need – Ryan Adams

If you ever wanna be in love – James Bay

The Blowers Daughter – Damien Rice

Wanted – Hunter Hayes

I swear – John Michael Montgomery

Chasing cars – Snow Patrol

Only you – Matthew Perryman Jones

Impossible (acoustic) – James Arthur

Lady – Kenny Rogers

Falling Slowly- Glen Hansard

Between Us – Peter Bradley Adams

Collide (acoustic) – Howie Day

Have you ever really loved a woman – Bryan Adams

She’s like the wind – Patrick Swayze

Being with you – Smokey Robinson

I’m the only one – Melissa Etheridge

All of me – John Legend

Amazed - Lonestar

Open arms – RKCB

Do you really want to hurt me – Culture Club

I said I loved you…but I lied – Michael Bolton

I keep forgettin’ – Michael McDonald

Please forgive me – Bryan Adams

So sick – Kim Waters

The closer I get to you – Kim Waters

Inseparable – Kim Waters

Never thought (that I could love) – Piolo Pascual

Endless love – Lionel Richie

I’m not in love - 10cc

Say you will – Gregory Abbot

You’re my angel – Gregory Abbot

I’ll find a way – Gregory Abbot

Bleeding love – Leona Lewis

Waiting for a girl like you – Foreigner

Breathe – Faith Hill

In pieces – Foreigner

Feels like the first time (acoustic)– Foreigner

Say you will (acoustic) – Foreigner

The flame still burns – Foreigner

I can’t give up – Foreigner

I’ll be home tonight – Foreigner

As long as I live – Foreigner

Kill ‘em with kindness – Selena Gomez

Open arms – Journey

My eyes adored you – John Lloyd Young

Will you still love me? – Chicago

Fields of gold – Sting

Kiss me – Ed Sheeran

Truly – Lionel Richie

White Flag – Dido

I don’t want to live without you – Foreigner

You are my lady – Freddie Jackson

Truly madly deeply – Savage Garden

Alone – Heart

Against all odds – Phil Collins

Lonely no more – Rob Thomas

Glory of love – Peter Cetera

I don’t want to miss a thing – Aerosmith

Sign your name – Terrence Trent Darby

Baby, come to me – Patti Austin

Need you now – Lady Antebellum

Can’t fight this feeling – REO Speedwagon

Shining star – the Manhattans

Hands to heaven – Breathe

Only girl (in the world) – Boyce Avenue

Me and my broken heart – Rixton

Daylight – Maroon 5

Hello – Lionel Ritchie

All the man that I need – Whitney Houston

I guess that’s why they call it love – Elton John

Let me love you – DJ Snake

(Everything I do) I do it for you – Bryan Adams

Thinking out loud – Ed Sheeran

Hero – Julio Iglesias

Don’t let the sun go down on me – Elton John

Say you won’t let go – James Arthur

How deep is your love – Bee Gees

The reason – Hoobastank

I’m with you – Bon Jovi

I won’t stop loving you – Air Supply

Hold on to the nights – Richard Marx

Wherever you will go – the Calling

Here without you – 3 Doors Down

Without you – Mariah Carey

What about now – Daughtry

Love me like you do – Boyce Avenue

No one – Alicia Keys

You’ll be in my heart – Phil Collins

Chains around my heart – Richard Marx

Change the world – Eric Clapton

The one – Elton John

As long as you love me – Sleeping at Last

Just another day (without you) – Nakor

What about love? – Heart

The flame still burns – Foreigner

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1.2.3 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st 2:10 AM

Haddonfield, Illinois

As the Tate family continued eastward through Missouri in the rain, Officer J.T. Swain pulled his police cruiser into the parking lot of the Warren County Sherrif's Office. Swain jerked the hood of his rain slicker up, took a long and shaking breath, and braced himself for the deluge from above as he gripped his door handle. He quickly exited, shutting the door with his hip, and sprinted toward the doors, kicking up large splashes as he sloshed through the puddles in the parking lot---a parking lot that had been empty a few hours before when Samantha Nguyen had entered it.

It was now full.

His fellow officer, and friend, Greg Mullenix, met him at the front entrance, and held the door open for him as he stepped inside. “Where the hell have you been man?”

Swain threw his hood back, “I had to escort the Tramer's from the police station to the park.”

Mullenix winced as he opened the glass door on the inside annex.

“It was horrible,” Swain continued, “that boy's mom kept crying and crying, and I had to hold an umbrella over her while they ID'd their son.”

Mullenix put a hand on his friend's back. “I'm sorry man.

“What did I miss?” Swain asked as they headed through the lobby, passed the plastic chairs, and to the right of the front counter with it's frosted glass window...still shut. They could hear Officer Williams and another voice, a female voice, talking away from behind the glass. The phone still rang incessantly.

“It's a shit show.” Mullenix replied, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and tapping it to the little white square beside the large metal door that read: AUTHORIZED PERSONELL ONLY. His little plastic keycard inside reacted to the pad and a light at the top of the square went from red to green. He jerked the door open.

A cacophany of voices hit them immediately. The first door on the left gave way to a large conference room. The overlapping conversations were emanating from there. Six or seven Officers sat about the large mahogany table and about the same number stood in various places around the room. As Officer Mullenix and Officer Swain entered the doorway, they were bumped from behind by two other men. Deputy Sheriff Ben Meeker had exited his office from across the hall and pushed through the crowd. He was holding a manilla file folder in his hand. Another man, with a receding hairline and smart black and white business attire, followed him.

“Feds?” J.T. Mouthed to Mullenix as they moved to get out of the way of the two men.

Greg shrugged.

“Alright everyone!” Meeker rose his voice to a level that could be heard over the other conversation. “Everyone shut up!”

The conversations ceased.

“So as you know, Sheriff Brackett is of course in the hospital with his daughter so all operations has been handed over to me.”

He looked around the room, took a deep breath and then said, “Look---I know tonight has been,” he stopped for a moment, looking down at the desk, trying to fight the urge to get emotional. “Well,” he continued, “let's just say it, tonight's been really shitty. I know and you know we're stretched to the breaking point right now as it is, but US Marshals have something else we need to pay attention to, so this is Deputy McGrath out of the Springfield outfit, I need you to give him your full attention.”

The room was dead quiet, save for a solitary cough from the back corner of the room. Meeker switched places with the man who had come in with him. He cleared his throat and when he spoke, a sharp New England accent came through,

“Hello,” he said, pausing for a moment, thinking about what to say. “Deputy Meeker here has been telling me about the clusterfuck of a night you guys have had,” he looked around the room at the tired faces of the officers, “and I want you to know that the last thing I want to do is add to the little shitstorm you guys got going on in this little town tonight, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to.”

Meeker handed the file folder to the officer next to him, a fat, snow white young looking kid with pink cheeks and frosty blonde curls all over his head. The kid's name was Kip Kinnerly, but all the other guys called him “Doughboy.”

“Kip, look at this and then pass it.”

“Yes sir.” Doughboy replied curtly as he took the folder.

Meeker raised his voice. “I want everyone to take a good look at this!”

The man in the suit cleared his throat again. “As he told you, I am Deputy Mark McGrath from US Marshals, and as most of you have no doubt already heard, we have been hunting two extremely dangerous persons and we believe they may have just arrived in your back yard, that is, in the general area of Warren County.”

“Are you fucking serious?” An Officer who stood in the corner of the room spat. “Are you talking about those two shits from Mississippi?”

“Let's watch the language Spaulding.” Meeker snapped.

“It's alright Sherrif Meeker,” McGrath smiled. “Two little shits are exactly what they are. Their names are Lloyd and Lee Chumway of Biloxi Mississippi. And we are requesting---hell we are begging—for your assistance so we can nab these sonsabitches and at least give y'all a silver lining to this terrible night.”

“Oh fuck.” Officer Malcom Donald breathed as he looked into the file folder. “I thought I'd seen enough of this kind of shit tonight.”

The photograph of the Chumway brothers had reached Mullenix and Swain. They had already seen their faces on the television the days before. Hell, all of America had.

“Someone snap pics of that with their cellphone and text it out to everyone. I want everyone to have those two faces burned in their brains.” Meeker said.

“I got you boss.” Swain replied. He passed the picture back to Mullenix and began to dig in his pocket for his cellphone. “Here, hold this.”

“Who is this chick?” Spaulding asked, taking another pic from Doughboy and handing it to Officer Emrah Lagenbruner next to him who had just squeezed himself into the circle that was forming around the conference room. .

“Whoa,” The young African American officer said upon seeing the picture, “Gonna be a closed casket for sure.”

McGrath pointed to the photograph in his hand.

“Her name was Marina Madden, Lee Chumway's brother...he's the younger of the two. On Thursday afternoon, around 13:30 Central Time, these two upstanding citizens apparently brutally raped this woman, and then pummeled her with a bedside lamp.”

Mullenix took the picture from Lagenbrunner. The aforementioned Marina Madden was sprawled out on burgundy carpet, near the foot of a bed-frame, her lifeless eyes gazing upward at a ceiling that was out of view of the camera. Blood was congealed on the side of her head, a broken bedside lamp lay beside her, a dark spot in the carpet spread out from beside her head. The darkened puddle was flecked with bits of brain matter.

Mullenix passed the picture to Swain.

“Who's this?” Spaulding asked, holding up another picture before passing it to Lagenbruner. “Whoa, hello sexy!” Lagenbruner quipped again upon seeing the picture and passing it to Mullenix. It was a circa 1977 Olan Mills portrait of a woman, wearing a bright floral print dress, cat-eye tinted glasses and a large brown bee-hive hairdo in front of a tacky painted background with a sunset, trees, and ducks. Two young boys in white suits and red ties sat on her knee.

McGrath answered, “That is the mother of these two fine citizens. Melba Jean Chumway. Aparently they grew bored of Miss Madden and decided to drive over to their mommy's house. They beat her to death with a hammer.”

Lagenbruner whistled as he saw the next photo. “Good night,” he breathed as he passed it to his left.

Mullenix's stomach tightened as he saw it. Even though she was face down on a linoleum floor, you could tell it was the same woman. Her dress was different, but an equally as offensive floral print. Her bee-hive was gray now, and a different, more modern pair of glasses lay broken beside her. The side of her head was split open, and old darkened blood was pooled on the tile beside her. Large shoe tracks were printed in blood all around her as well. A blood soaked hammer lay just beyond her elbow.

For not the first time tonight, Mullenix was feeling nauseated. As the wave of sickness washed over him and through him, he closed his eyes, gulped and opened them again to receive another photo. The time, a pretty but a little chunky woman in a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt and camouflage pants was sitting atop a tractor. A field of snowy white cotton gleamed in the background. An older gentleman stood beside the tractor with a cigarette handing out of his mouth and a battered confederate battle-flag hat laying crooked on his head. He wore a simple blue shirt with the words TRUMP in bold white letters, along with the tag-line in red below it: Make America Great Again.

“I'm guessing this one is their engagement photo?” Swain tried to quip as he took the picture from Mullenix. It came out hollow as his voice cracked.

McGrath guestered to him. “They then left for Lloyd's apartment where Lloyd's unfortunate girlfriend Kelly Willis-Ross was living. They nearly decapitated her with a kitchen knife.”

Another grizzly crime photo was passed over. Poor Miss Willis-Ross lay in a bathtub, soaked red. Her head lay disjointed on her shoulders, her chin impossibly almost touching her right breast. Swain felt another surge in his stomach. He tried to focus on something in the picture so that he would appear to be looking at the slide, but not really looking at the carnage itself. His eyes fixed on a blue bottle which sat on the side of the tub next to the unfortunate carcass of Lloyd's now ex-girlfriend. HERBAL ESSENCES CONDITIONER. BLUE RASPBERRY.

“Jesus Christ,” Mullenix breathed.

Swain shot him a glance. His friend and partner's face was caught in a grimace.

“I know,” Swain whispered, “good luck sleeping tonight.”

“I don't think I'm ever going to sleep again,” Mullenix mumbled.

McGrath continued, as more horrific scenes of gore was paraded down the line.

“They then drove to their place of employment: a Papagayos Mexican Restaurant. These two star employees were on the clock for only 53 minutes before they murdered their boss and everyone in the store with kitchen knives. They have been on the run every since.”

“How do we know they're coming here?” Meeker asked, taking a seat on the edge of the conference table.

McGrath answered, “On Thursday night around 20:00, 911 operators at a Southern Star Gas Station near Oxford Mississippi were alerted to a robbery and homicide, and closed circuit cameras in the store captured the Chumway brothers. Two of the men they beat to death inside the store were concealed carry operators who were overwhelmed before they were able to withdraw their weapons. The Chumways stole the weapons and are now considered armed and dangerous....well...more dangerous.”

A few more cops trickled into the conference room from outside, looking pale and cold, shaking off the rain. McGrath paused as they took their place around the room, then continued, “Early Friday morning, around 02:30 we got a bead on to what direction they were heading in when 911 dispatch got word of a robbery at a Dixie Donuts outside Memphis Tennessee. Again surveillance at the location confirmed that the Chumway brothers were perpetrators of the crime. They were tracked to a strip club in the area and then to a motel, but apparently just missed the grasp of Memphis police. Their pursuit was also put off by trick or treating traffic, something I heard you guys had trouble with as well as you were tracking your own psychopath through the town.”

A few of the cops nodded and murmuring in agreement. Agent McGrath paused , rubbing his chin, his eyes clouded over, as if he were lost in his thoughts. After a moment he said, “We have every reason to assume they continued north, and would be entering this vicinity very soon if they continued at their assumed rate of speed. Unfortunately we have no idea what they could be driving now, they keep switching vehicles, but we just need you boys to keep an eye out.”

There was another cough and a few moments of heavy silence. Then Doughboy snapped to attention, his blue eyes wet, and barked: “Sir yes sir.”

The others officers followed suit, but all were less exuberant and most were merely mumbling. Deputy-Sheriff Meeker sat up from the edge of the table and approached Agent McGrath, and placing a hand on the shorter man's shoulder. McGrath gave a half smile, shooting a glance to Meeker and then back to the assembled officers. “Well okay then, we know what to look for, and we'll do our best to nab these sonsabitches.” Meeker extended his hand and McGrath took it.

Officer Mullenix yawned. Officer Ted Mitchum came in to the room with a large WANTED poster of the Chumway brothers. He lifted a stapler and stapled it to the wall next to the whiteboard at the far end of the conference room. Mullenix fixated on their face.

They look so normal, he thought, like just two simple men....two...really normal simple men.

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