#i'll put my part of the trade up as soon as i get home from school dhsbshdb

[gabriellessworldd]

Never get yo bitch back!

☆ Part one ☆

plug!connie x black fem reader

wc- 2.3k!

☆ warnings ☆: this is part 2, if you haven't read part 1 you should read that first. Not proof read! this might be a lil longer than i intended. mdni! small small time skip (3 weeks since the party, fb is included), mentions of guns, smut again lol i'll write some fluff soon maybe angst who knows 😜, pnv, degradation, oral (f&m receive), choking, spanking, praising, Connie get a lil mad

"what..what the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

The seven letter question still fresh in your mind 3 weeks later. Sure what you and Connie did was wrong, but what Eren did was way worse.

(fb to party night)

Connie stood there tying his sweats nonchalantly while you fumbled to put your clothes frantically. Eren looked heated, his fists clenched while he poked his tongue at his cheek. "One of y'all fucking say something." Eren's eyes darted between y'all, "Oh cállate perra, no actúes como si te importara ahora." oh shut up btc don't act like you care now Connie started walking towards Eren and he stood up straight looking Connie in his eyes "Whatchu gon do bitch boy? You can have the slut I don't care" Connie chuckled and punched Eren in his jaw. Eren grabbed his face and swung at Connie's nose, leaving a trail of blood running from it.

The boys traded hits each of them landing until Eren paused and spoke, "You know what, ion even know why I'm fighting about this shit, I cheated on yo ass wit Annie anyways." He looked at you with a smug grin on his face. That's when Connie finally had enough, he pulled his gun from his waistband and pointed it right at Eren. "Say some dumb shit to her again and I swear to god ima shoot you bitch." Eren then pulled his gun out and pointed it right back at Connie "Cmon then pussy you ain't gon do it." You watched the situation unfold, stunned by Erens words. Neither Connie or Eren was backing down and all you could do was watch. No one was still at Jean's house besides Ony, Armin, and Jean. They all decided to come upstairs after hearing the commotion and were shocked to find Connie and Eren pointing guns at each other.

"You wanna know something else Y/n, I fucked her a month ago nd her pussy was wayyy better." Eren looked at you over Connie's shoulder, making sure you heard him, and at that moment you realized that you meant nothing to him at all, the year of unconditional love and being his #1 supporter meant nothing to him. 'pop!' You looked around in horror when you heard the sound of a gun go off, you never expected either of them to actually shoot each other. You looked at Eren and watched him clutch his side, blood staining his pure white tee.

"damn Connie what the fuck bro" Ony was shocked "I mean at least ian kill him" Connie said slipping his gun back in his waistband and popping his blood stained knuckles "We gotta get him to the fucking hospital" Armin sighed and rolled his eyes before speaking again, "Y'all couldn't just talk this shit out like normal people?" Jean looked at Armin puzzled "Y'all worried about them fucking talking it out, he just shot him in my damn house man" He started pacing back and forth while clutching his head, slightly tugging at his hair "Got his ass gushing blood on my carpet." Eren looked at Connie "Fuck you bro. you deadass shot me" None of them were taking this serious at all, this felt so normal like it didn't phase any of them.

Armin and Ony helped Eren get in the backseat of Armin's car, "Sorry man but he ain't fucking up my nice cream seats." Ony said shrugging. Connie grabbed your hand and lead you to his car, while Jean stayed at home to clean. Connie hasn't said a word to you or looked you in the eyes since he shot Eren, just staring into the distance, deep in thought. It wasn't like he had never shot anyone before, this was his lifestyle, he was used to it at this point, and after being involved in this shit for so long, all of them were. He was scared that you would think less of him, that you wouldn't want to be around him, that you would find someone else who wouldn't shoot his homeboy for you. But honestly when you saw how far he'd go for you, it made you crave him even more.

"Thank you, Constance" you looked at him with a peaceful expression on your face, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and his face softened when he heard you speak, "Anything for you, hermosa"

(back to present)

"Y/nnn I'm back" Connie yelled, coming in through your front door sliding his yeezy slides off while setting down a bag of cfa and a bouquet of beautifully arranged roses. You'd given Connie a key to your apartment 2 weeks ago after he started visiting you everyday. Something about you made Connie feel at peace, the way you smile at him, how your eyes light up when talking about your interests, the way your face tells how you're feeling, even the way you would glare at him for not cleaning up after himself. Maybe it wasn't just something, it was everything about you. He loved being able to visit you anytime, you'd always make him feel cherished, like you cared for him so deeply.

"Hola mi hermosa, how you doing?" Connie walked towards you and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you softly. "Hi Con, I'm good. What'd you get to eat?" You stretched, body feeling stiff after laying in bed most of the day. Connie went and grabbed the stuff from the table by your door, "Here, also these are for you princesa." He handed you the roses and you looked at him with teary eyes, "Con, these are so beautiful. What are they for?" You grabbed them from his tattooed hands "Damn I can't just do something nice for you" He chuckled wiping the small tears from your tanned cheeks.

You both finished eating and were laying in your bed when you heard the front door open. You and Connie both got up, he grabbed his gun from off the nightstand and walked in front of you. Standing in your living room was none other than Eren Jaeger with the box in his hands you'd labeled 'trash', it was all his belongings that had been left in your house, and after that night you stuffed it all lazily into the large box. "Just came to get my shit, ian looking for y'all asses." Eren chuckled to himself and looked at you and Connie, a large scar across his left cheek from when Connie punched him with his rings on, a reminder of that night.

"Hurry up and get the fuck out my house." You spat out looking him up and down "Damn Y/n, you so rude to me now. Can't even answer the phone for me no more" Eren looked at you smugly, he knew you had him blocked, he just wanted to fuck with you. "Shut the fuck up bro just grab yo shit nd dip" Connie crossed his arms and leaned back on your counter "Can you mind yo fuckin business?" Eren rolled his eyes and picked up the box. "Give me yo spare key too" Connie didn't want Eren coming back again. Eren threw the key at Connie and walked to the door, "Y/n, you know what my number is, let me know when his bitch ass ain't home" He winked at you and closed the door behind him. "The fuck?" Eren's lil comment made Connie's blood boil.

Connie grabbed you by the throat and pulled your head towards his. The kiss was anything but sweet, it was so sloppy, so nasty, it put french kissing to shame. He sucked and bit on your neck leaving marks behind, "You look so pretty like this mama". Connie picked you up and carried you to you bedroom, he dropped you on the bed "you know I love you, right?" Connie looked at you with a cold stare, "uh yea, why Con'?" you grew anxious and shuffled on the bed. "Cause im finna fuck you like I don't."

Connie stood over you, pulling your small pj shorts down revealing that you didn't have on panties. You laid back on the bed as Connie got on his knees and fixed himself between your legs, resting them on his shoulders. Connie spread open your soft folds with his middle and index fingers coating them in your slick, "So wet for me mami, ay dios mios" oh my god You let out a soft gasp when his fingers grazed over your clit. Connie dived in, sucking on your clit, starting off fast in hopes of you becoming a wet mess quickly. He pushed both fingers in, pumping slowly. "mm Con' faster please" He listened and picked up the pace drastically, curling his fingers hitting that soft, spongy spot "a-ah! fuck Con' right there!" You cried out feeling him lick and suck on your clit again. His left arm was keeping you secured so you wouldn't move your legs. Your hands were tangled in his short hair, gripping as much as you could. "Cmon mami, I wanna taste you" Connie continued the rough pace making your legs gently shake. You could feel the familiar tingle in your lower stomach, Connie noticed you were close, feeling you slightly tighten around his fingers. "Ah! Con' Fuck! 'm gonna" Your words were cut off when a final pump of his fingers clouded your vision. Connie lifted his face, entire bottom half covered in your wetness, "Tan deliciosa, como siempre" so delicious as always

Connie relentlessly fucked your face, his heavy balls slapping your chin with every thrust. His fingers were buried in your hair, keeping your head in place. "Ah fuck mami, feels so good" Your teary eyes looking up at him as he continued his brutal pace, gagging you. Connie paused giving you a false sense of relief, "t-take it all ma" He pushed your head down, forcing you to take all his length. "mm fuck ma i'm cumming" You felt the hot spurts travel down your throat and swallowed, leaving behind a slight burn. "Such a good slut for me hm?"

You were currently on your back, legs pressed next to your ears as Connie fucked you nice and slow, one hand stabilizing himself while the other was pressing on your stomach. "a-ah Con' please, go faster" You knew saying this was like a challenge, but still you wanted to feel the sweet sting of him stretching you out. "hm princesa, you gon be a good girl and handle it?" Connie sped up just a bit, pressing on your stomach harder. You nodded your head, "Use your words, you a big girl right?" The condescending tone of his voice made the statement bittersweet, "fuck! yes Con' i-i can" He laughed at your eagerness "alright mama, get on all 4's f'me"

Connie pressed on your back, deepening your arch. "Stay just like that baby." He rubbed his tip down your folds collecting the arousal, and pushed in without warning. "Ah!" You jumped from the sudden intrusion, "unh uh you said you was gon be a good girl" He smacked the fat of your ass, the sound echoing. Connie started thrusting, going fast just as you had previously wanted, but this pace was nothing like you imagined, "Fuck mami, throw that shit." He smacked your ass again and you obliged, "C-Con' s'too much, I can't" Your right arm went out behind you, trying to push Connie "Nah mami, t-thought this was what you wanted, right? Gimme yo other arm." You leaned forward on your chest giving Connie the left arm, he held them both tightly behind your back with his left hand. "Oh fuck Con'!" He smacked your ass again before snaking his right hand around your throat, squeezing, and pulling you up. "Fuck ma, take all this shit. Keep goin" Connie never let up his pace, fucking you dumb. "Ah Con' Fuck pleasee" You whined out, throat feeling tight from the lack of steady air. "Such a good slut f'me. You wanna cum?" His words made you tighten around him and you nodded your head as best as you could with his hand still around your neck, "What I say about that shit?" Connie sped up, "Mm yes Con'! fuck let me cum please!" Your whole body was tingling at this point, and all you wanted was to cum. "Work for it then, 'm almost there mama just wait a lil bit" Connie rutted his hips into you chasing his high, "F-fuck mami" You were desperately trying to hold off, feeling that knot continuously tighten with every thrust. "Go ahead mama." His words were like music to your ears. You finally let go, the last thrust sending you toppling over, Connie right behind you. The warm liquid filled you up, and he pulled out, spilling some out of you "Mm princesa, hiciste un desastre." you made a mess

Connie helped you shower, and changed the sheets on your bed after putting the old ones in the washer. Connie wrapped your hair up and put your bonnet on, "yea ima have to get you a new wig" Connie giggled making you look at him and roll your eyes "Alright my bad, but for real ima send you some money so you can go get all gorgeous nd shit" You looked up at Connie's face "You bein for real?" You never had somebody offer to take care of your beauty needs. "Hell yea mama, nd I'm hoping that you gon be so excited wit me that you'll dye my hair after." Connie smiled, then he started laughing, "Awl shut up Connie, matter fact get out my bed." You rolled your eyes and soon ended up laughing too. Connie kept his arms around you tightly as y'all drifted off to sleep.

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[filthyjoetini]

Stumblin' In

a/n: Well...it's been...a while. heh. Sorry. I've been going through a lot. On here (the accusations...) as well as in life. Latter keeps me busy to no end. It's exhausting...but I'm back. beta-reader, editor, partner in crime: @barfightzanddiscolightz

warnings: mentions of previous injury, rpf, fem!reader, cuteness overload

wordcount: 2.2k

part 1 - part 2 - part 4

Part 3

You let yourself fall face down on the sofa with a loud sigh. The last few days had been nothing short of exhausting. Your back and neck still hurt, and the concussion had caused some nightmarish migraines that had left you unable to work. So, you spent your days in your dark living room, accompanied by your two cats, Freya and Kiro. Freya, a chubby lady with a moustache who you had had to put on a diet, was sitting on the back of your sofa, silently judging you. Kiro, your long-haired void of a cat, sat next to you, purring in your ear.

When you had come home from the hospital almost a week ago, they had greeted you with loud, screaming meows as if they had been starving. Your dad had been looking after them, cuddling them and feeding them generously. You also knew that he had given each of them a little treat every time before he left. So much for starving. Total drama queens - Both of them. But that's just Freya and Kiro, you wouldn't trade them for any other cats in the world.

Today had been your first day back at work and you wished you hadn’t gone. Your migraines had stopped the day before, but your body was still killing you. Groaning, you pushed yourself up to sit properly on your sofa, your legs sprawled out on its long chaise longue. You took a blanket from the basket beside it and pulled it neatly over your legs. Kiro immediately took this as an invitation to plop down between your legs. You were about to open one of your newly ordered books when your phone buzzed. A new message.

Huffing annoyedly, you picked up your phone from where it lay beside you to check who had the audacity to disturb your precious reading time.

It was Joe. Forgotten were your pain and shitty mood.

He hadn't texted you in days and, not wanting to appear desperate, you hadn't texted him either. That's just the way you were, constantly thinking that you were annoying people with your presence.

Pushing the negative thoughts to the back of your mind and grinning to yourself, you quickly unlocked your phone and read his message.

Bambi on ice! How are you?

You rolled your eyes at his new name for you. You got it, you're a klutz.

Hello to you too, Joe... I'm fine. How are you?

I'm good. Very busy. That's why I haven't texted you the last few days. I'm sorry about that.

Oh... you don't have to apologise. It's fine.

No. I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm working abroad at the moment, and I only have internet when I'm back in my temporary home. And then I get flooded with messages and things to check as soon as my phone connects to the internet. I didn't mean to forget about you.

You read the last sentence he wrote not once, but twice... no screw it, five times. You'd be lying if you said it didn't affect you. The slight pink tint to your cheeks betrayed you and you were glad no one was around to point it out. You had to change the subject. This is too much lovey-dovey bullshit. You were not ready for this... yet.

How are you supposed to do your hacking without internet? Must be difficult.

Perfect.

All Joe did was send a series of eyeroll emojis that made you giggle.

It's a top-secret mission, you know. We're doing it the old-fashioned way. Infiltrate and then destroy. 😉

All right there, soldier. Top secret. Got it.

But I'll be back in four days!

Amazing! Quick in and out then?

Yeah...something like that. Hey... I was wondering if you were up for that date you owe me when I get back?

You stared at his question and the blush crept back into your cheeks. Here you were again. Back to the subject you had hoped to avoid, at least for a little while longer.

While you had agreed to go on a date with him, your motivation was more to please him and get off the hook so you could get inside your house. You were knackered and just wanted to rest. Days had passed, and you had been beating yourself up about agreeing. You weren't dating at the moment. You found contentment in the way your life was going. Nevertheless, you had promised him, and breaking a promise was not your style.

Swallowing hard, you let your fingers tap out your response.

Sure! Just let me know when and where and I'll be there 😊

Great! Can't wait!

Me either!

Listen, I gotta go now. Duty calls! Text soon?

Of course! Good luck with your mission.

Thanks! Bye, darling xx

Bye Joe xx

---

Fuck. You had an official date. With Joe. You needed to tell a certain someone.

"Brother in Christ. How are you?"

Of course, your best friend would pick up like that. You pushed yourself up a little, which made your legs move, much to Kiro's displeasure. The cat glared at you, and you quickly apologised with a kiss to his head.

"I'm fine...guess what!", you tried her, gnawing on your bottom lip.

"You finally managed to put your summer clothes in the basement?" she guessed.

"Well, yeah...but that's not what I wanted you to guess.", you snorted and then blurted it out: "I-have-a-date."

"What?"

"I HAVE A DATE!”, you repeated, almost shouting. Since your neighbours were all half deaf anyway, you didn't care that you had just raised your voice.

“Ouch, don’t yell at m- WAIT! You?! Have a date?!”, she sputtered.

"Yes!”, you replied in a breezy voice.

"With who?"

"Joe.", you replied so quietly that she almost didn't hear it, but her gasp gave her away.

"Joe. As in 'your knight in a beige cable-knit jumper'-Joe?"

"Yes!”, you squeaked out, earning a glare from both your cats.

"Holy shit, babes! This is like one of those romance films we sometimes watch on film night.”, she gushed, clearly very excited for you.

"Ugh, yeah. I know.”, you groaned. "I need your help. I don't have anything to wear!"

"Lies! Your wardrobe is bursting at the seams."

Which was true, but she didn't have to expose you like that.

"I know. Can you help me put together an outfit? I will repay you fabulously!"

"Ahhh... just deduct it from the mountain of drinks-debt I owe you. I'll be there in 20 minutes!"

"Wait! The date's not even se-", you started, but she had already hung up. Typical her.

18 minutes later your doorbell rang and there she stood in all her 'hair in a messy bun, oversized jumper, leggings with a questionable stain and the oldest trainers she could find' glory. Her face was sporting a huge grin.

"You look absolutely insane." you pointed out as soon as you opened the door, chuckling. She snorted and pushed past you, heading for your room. You quickly followed, knowing full well that without you, she'd start pulling out pieces of clothing from your closet and throwing them on your bed.

---

She had been rummaging through your wardrobe for almost two hours now and had mentioned that you had 'too many things' at least 20 times, accompanied by an eyeroll, whilst you made yourself comfortable on your bed. Your cats had decided to join you for a while, but the mess she was making was too much for them and they went back to the living room.

She was standing on one of the shelves in the closet, trying to get to the top shelf. It was the most hilarious thing you had ever seen, you had to snap a picture. Without thinking, you sent it to Joe.

Who’s that?

My best friend. She’s a madwoman.

I can see that, and I see how she’s your bestie. You both like to put yourselves in dangerous situations. I bet she’s pulled a Humpty Dumpty before as well.

You snorted at his text, earning a raised eyebrow from your friend who was still standing in your wardrobe. When she saw you were on your phone, she gasped and jumped out of the wardrobe. She quickly made her way over to you.

"Who are you texting?", she demanded, her eyes narrowing.

"Nobody."

"Bullshit.”, she claimed, holding out her hand to you. "Give me the phone."

"No.”, you giggled, trying to crawl away from her, but to no avail. She was very quick and snatched the phone out of your fingers. Her eyes went wide.

"BITCH! Stop sending pictures of me to your boyfriend!"

"He's not my boyfriend!", you argued, snorting and laughing at the face she was making.

"He better be after your date...", she muttered, tossing your phone back at you, which you almost caught with your face. "I've got your outfit."

With a huge grin, she walked back over to your wardrobe and picked up a few stray clothes. Then she laid them out orderly on your bed. It was perfect. Totally you. Totally the opposite of Joe. You'd stick out like a sore thumb.

“Thanks babe.”, you smiled, pushing yourself off the bed and engulfing her in a tight hug.

"Anytime, love.”, she grinned into your hair and returned your hug with an even tighter one.

"Coffee and biscuits?", you asked her as you pulled away and her face lit up all over again. She didn't even answer your question but ran off to the kitchen.

"You better have chocolate chip cookies!", you heard her yell, knowing she'd already opened your cupboard where you stored your sweets. When you heard her excited squeak, you knew she had found them. Shaking your head at her antics, you made your way to the kitchen to join her. You wouldn't trade her for anything in the world, either.

---

When your best friend left, it was already dark outside. You opted for a light dinner which consisted of a piece of sourdough bread, half a tomato, a handful of shredded cheddar cheese and three green olives. Everything was neatly arranged on the plate. Girl Dinner was served.

Walking over to the sofa to read for the second time that evening, you placed your plate on the small table in front of it, sat down and draped a blanket over yourself. Picking up the plate, you leaned back against the headrest and popped an olive into your mouth. Freya and Kiro soon joined you and tried to beg you for some of the sourdough. Kiro was particularly persistent, but so were you. When they finally realised you weren't going to give in, Kiro trotted off to sulk under one of your chairs and Freya retreated to her place on the headrest.

You were just about to open your book when your phone again alerted you to a new message. Thinking it was your best friend letting you know she had gotten home, you leaned forward to grab your phone. But it wasn't your best friend. Joe had texted you again.

Did you have dinner?

Uh... yeah. Why?

Oh, just checking. What are you doing?

I wanted to read, but a certain someone keeps interrupting.

Oh! My apologies. What are you reading?

This. *attachment*

Ooh. This looks interesting. What's it about?

Instead of telling him, you took a picture of the summary on the back.

It sounds very interesting. I'll stop bothering you now. Go read!

You're not bothering me, Joe.

Your last message stayed unread, and you frowned at your phone. After a couple of moments, you put your phone aside and finally started reading where you had left off.

---

You were about to take a sip of the tea you had made yourself an hour into reading when your phone beeped again. You wondered who it was. It certainly wasn't your best friend. She had let you know that she had arrived home shortly after Joe had dropped the conversation. You had a hunch, though.

Turning your phone around, you saw that Joe had sent you a picture. With a gentle tap to the screen, you enlarged the photo. It was a book, but not just any book. It was the same book you were reading. Smiling to yourself, you tapped on the picture again and added a heart reaction to it.

Then another message from Joe.

Now we can have our own little book club.

Those nine words instantly made your heart flutter.

Just the two of us?

Yep.

Count me in...

Brilliant! I was hoping you'd say yes. It'd be a shitty book club if I was on my own.

Yep. The discussions would be very one-sided.

And boring. OK, I'll let you read. I'm sure you're way ahead of me. I just got it and I gotta catch up so we can discuss it on our date.

I'd love that. Talk later?

Of course we will. Happy reading! Bye, darling xx

You too! Bye Joe xx

Grinning from ear to ear, you put your phone down and picked up your book up again. You’d never been happier that you had so mindlessly agreed to a date before.

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[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

An (incredibly long) "I want"-style song dedicated to the most unruly of trios: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison.

The setting is the late 50's – it's deliberately a bit of a mish-mash :-)

Lyrics below the cut!

John: Green

Paul: Blue

George: Purple

P&G: Pink

J&P: Red

JP&G: Neutral

Liverpool gave up on me the first day of preschool

Teachers called me unruly cause I don't suffer fools

And my aunt who says she can't believe I’d throw it all away

Quarrybank, that school for cranks suspended me the other day

All those lads who quit this band to learn a proper trade

Think that I don't understand the facts of getting paid

But you both see,

It's them not me, it's us and this here prophecy

Do you see us five years on – well

Maybe three, that's sort of long

As they're writhing for our songs

And “Your group's on now, John "

Earning some preposterous wage

Free of this less-town-more-cage

As we enter center-stage

In our gold disk age

And the birds will have to queue

For a single peck at you

Then, emboldened by the view

Watch them molt on cue

And all we need is not to quit,

They'll call us Great Britain's

Newest stars, brand new guitars, guaranteed not to split

Picture us: the favourite band

With a record deal in hand

Going deaf from screaming fans

As per my new masterplan

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

(To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper)

To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I hear music in my head

Wherever I go

It's like it's bursting out my soul

It's something I cannot control

Meanwhile I can't drop this tune

Every night When I get home

I watch dad roll his eyes

"Heard of this thing called a comb? "

I sigh as he implies

That mum would be

So unhappy and so disappointed in me

However inopportune

There's a decade dawning soon

Shooting for the moon

And John may seem unreasonable

But his dream is feasible

Sometimes yes, guess he's a gull

I'll appease him though

And then I see how for we're come

Joined, we're greater than our sum

See, the rhythm's in the strum

Of the guitars and then some

Playing my part in your vision, I'll

Grab a pen, so much to discover

Let's produce another

Lennon-McCartney original

See the day John and me met

And Yes George, I didn't forget!

We become a matching set

Writing tete-a-tete

Where we going, Johnny? Where we going?

Where we going, Johnny? Where we going?

(To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the toppermost)

And where do I fit in?

And when do I come in?

Is there a spot for me at the

To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I'm the youngest, there's no day when they let me forget

But the part Paul will not say: I'm their safest bet

See the fact is they don’t practice systematically like me

I know my chord charts, strings, fretboard, parts of my soul, sorted by key.

Still the world is their playground

And I am watching from the fence

I can't yet jump with confidence

But mum taught me about patience

I still feel Julia's arms around me every time I play

What would my mum say? (She tells me)

Anything I set my mind to  (She taught me everything)

The heights I'll climb to (She wanted everything)

My time soon

Anything to prove I'm worth it (Wouldn’t approve)

Move the earth, they'll learn…

I had to learn to be the only one believing in me

And ever since she's gone, I can hardly stand it (Mum says I can stand it)

No one understanding (Don’t quite understand it)

The thing she saw in me

And dad, he just wants me to be practical

She’d call me her rebel without applause and tell me

Just keep making noise, always play in your own key

I will wait patiently

He may believe in me but not my choice

They will have no choice but to love me

Where we going fellas? Where we going?

To the toppermost of the poppermost!

Insert band name here.

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming

Liverpool will never be the same

They’ll put up posters of us

Like on this truck

John, that’s a bus!

Put your glasses on, Jesus!

And dad will be non-plussed when

Walking down the street he’ll see John (John), Paul, George (George) of the…

Johnny and the Moondogs… What! Definitely not. The Shoes!

The Quarrymen… Nononononono, JaPaGe3!

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming

Liverpool will never be the same

When they all see us one as three the blasphemous song trinity.

Everybody’s bitching

Where’s that old ambition

That got you essay prizes and into the institute?

I’m not a delinquent

I’ve just been rethinking

No one realizes I’m still just as resolute

Just keep making noise

Always play in your own key

They will have no choice

But to love me

Anything I set my mind to

The heights I’ll climb to

My time soon

Anything to prove I’m worth it

Move the earth

They’ll learn from me.

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

Where we going, Johnny?

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

(To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper)

And where do I fit in and when do I come in?

Toppermost of the poppermost.

[vinnieswife]

A late night project

Peter Pevensie x gn!reader

words: 976

Warnings: none :)

Author’s note: I’m in my Peter Pevensie era.

Since the end of the great sorrow, you have been working from the palace. You have completed all the routes, plans and maps of Narnia, so you now have your own space in the room to do the things you want to do. It was 12 o'clock at night and you were still sitting at your desk in the middle of your project. You were supposed to take it to Aslan next week, but you were the kind of person who wanted things done quickly so you could rest. Peter had come home from training with Edmund and showered to wash off the sweat.

Your desk was covered in dirt, papers, books, inkwells and broken pencils scattered all over the room, a long sigh escaped your lips. You weren’t motivated and your hands were not just following the instructions in your head. You had a good idea of what you wanted to do, but nothing came out the way you wanted it to. Just then the eldest Pevensie walked in. "Hi honey, what are you doing so late?" he said sitting down next to you. "I have to make this map with the new trade routes, but my head is not working at the moment," you say as you put your hands on your head. Peter stroked your head and said "I know if I tell you to go to sleep you won't listen to me so how about a cup of hot chocolate?" he asked and you nodded and smiled. Even though he was tired he still wanted to take care of you.

As Peter went to get the chocolate you focused on listening to the sounds of nature and the trees to calm your mind and release stress. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft rhythm of the tree branches.

Peter brought you a cup of hot chocolate and his tea as chocolate was his biggest enemy at night. "Pete, you can sleep if you want to, you don't have to wait for me," you said, feeling guilty that he wouldn't be able to get a good night's rest. "You know I can't sleep without you by my side," he replied and smiled at you and sat down on the couch next to you. He was reading a book about ancient Narnia when he began to hum. When you heard his voice, you felt serene. Your head had a new idea, better than you thought. Your hands began to move on their own; an hour had passed and now Peter was lying on your lap. He looked at you and seemed happy even though he was so tired and just wanted to sleep with you in his arms. "Hmm, my love, do you know when you are going to finish?" asked the great king of Narnia softly, when you stopped to look at him. "I don't know, Pete, but I think I'll be done soon," you told him and stroked his cheek. You played with his hair, kissed his forehead and went back to work.

After another two hours, that's it, you'd finally finished the stupid map. You rubbed your hands together with satisfaction. You were met with silence as you looked down at your lap.

Peter slept with his hands clasped around your waist, his cheeks red, making him look even more attractive than he was. You felt bad that he had to sleep in an uncomfortable position because of you, and you stroked his right cheek, pouring all your feelings into this pure and simple gesture.

You caressed his cheek again and whispered softly "Honey, get up and let's go to sleep". Peter rubbed his eyes to see clearly and looked at you with his sleepy eyes. "Are you done yet?" he asked like a little boy who needs attention. "Yeah, how about we go to bed huh?" you said and helped him up. He took your hand and hugged you so he wouldn't lose the warmth and threw himself on the bed with you in his arms.

You both fell asleep quickly as you were both so tired, you laid your head on Peter's chest and let the melody of his heartbeat take you to the arms of morpheus.

The next day came and you woke up as the sun was trying to enter the room from behind the curtains. You opened your eyes and saw Peter, his blond hair covered his forehead, his pink lips were slightly parted, the sun was streaming down his face leaving a pinkish hue decorating his cheeks. You gave him a light peck on the cheek and he smiled in his sleep making your heart melt. You quietly got out of bed and went down to the palace kitchen to ask a small favour of the Narnians working there. You asked them to prepare a small breakfast with fruit and sweets and when it was ready you took it up to your bedroom.

You stroked Peter's cheek again, causing him to wake up little by little, his blue eyes were half open from the brightness of the sun,"Good morning my king" you said kissing his lips with a smile and his cheeks reddened instantly. "Good morning my love, Uhm what's all this?" he said pointing to the tray with food on it.

"Well this is my apology for not letting you sleep last night, is it accepted?" You replied and looked at him in the eyes. "Much more than expected, only if-" he said pausing. "Only if what? you're scaring me" you said and fiddled with your fingers. "Only if this afternoon you are mine, no plans or maps for Aslan, you and me in the river gardens with a picnic," you chuckled. You kissed him affectionately "that sounds so lovely, how could I refuse such an offer".

[indelen]

This is my reread of the Lockwood and Co. Books, organized by @blue-boxes-magic-and-tea, I'll make a general summary of several chapters and then post bits and pieces that jumped out at me.

Part II, Chapters 7-8:

35 Portland Row is such a perfect home base. An urban Hobbit Hole. Magician’s nephew townhouse. Familiar and homey, yet exiting and unusual. Just the right amount of familiar and unfamiliar things that would appeal to a kid. The tantalizing fantasy of independence mixed with the fear of the outside world that the young target audience first starts to comprehend at that age. The dream of living with your crush and all your friends, eating donuts for breakfast, staying up to all hours of the night, being dashing, running things, having swords, being better at something than the adults who are an arbitrary force you put on a façade and appease and try to get rid of as soon as possible. Your challenge being comprehending mortality, coming to terms that death is a part of life and can happen to anyone around you, even your most loved ones. And your enemy being corrupt adults who run corporations that already traded your future, all your hopes and dreams, all your potential for just a bit more money, prestige, life they desire. It says something that a book for a modern teenager is one about kids just trying to survive in a world adults ruined and how difficult it is to keep a place of your own and your integrity safe and in one piece.

Miscellaneous:

It's sweet that Lockwood sees Portland Row as being not just "his" but belonging to anyone who is part of the agency. This is his home, legally he is the sole owner of it, but he views the house as Lucy's and George's in equal measure because they are part of Lockwood and Co. He opens his home to people not in the manner of a landlord (we don't really ever find out if he charges Geroge or Lucy any rent, I suspect he doesn't although informally they all probably pitch in on maintenance). What I love about Lockwood is he's such a paradox, he's extremely inviting and yet intensely closed off. He both opens his home to friends and craves a family and is also deeply emotionally stunted and detached.

George has lived with Lockwood for only maybe a year or so and the agency has only been registered three months and yet he gives off such intense "Elizabeth from Accounts Payable whose been with the company for twenty years and has weathered every kind of bullshit and is counting down to retirement" vibes like, Sir, how do you sound so 50 at 15?

Lockwood is so funny because one moment he's actually being a good boss and agency head – conducting good interviews, watching for emotional responses, making background checks on potential hires, giving a tour to new employee where he firmly but politely draws boundaries - and then the next moment he's absolutely peacocking to a cute girl like "look, look, I'm also powerful and a big deal!"

I also think it's funny that Lockwood strikes out with Lucy a lot more from the beginning then we realize. Lucy is traumatized, emotionally immature and has not been socialized properly. Her self-confidence has been worn away by her "prettiness is not your job" mother and having to be the breadwinner for her family so early in life. There are these moments early on where someone more adept at flirting would have picked up on Lockwood being a showoff and maybe played with it, but bless her she's 13 going on 14 here, literally no one can flirt at that age so she's just incapable of seeing what is going on or give it any time of day. It's no wonder that it takes them literal years to get anywhere.

Also, who let Lockwood keep that watch? no one right? He stole it. He told the cops there's a shitload of death glows in a garden and they probably brought him along to raid the home of a serial killer to help look evidence or whatever and there was a watch lying around and Lockwood was like “ooooooh for my murder scrapbook!” and swiped it.

The mention of an uncle early on is such a clever thing because it’s relevant to the plot during the interview to show how sensitive Lucy really is, but it’s also a red herring. When George mentions Lockwood losing his parents young and him being “in care” of some relative, the reader immediately thinks "ah yes, that must have been that nice uncle!" It lets us assume that whatever mystery there is about the room it must be about his parents. It's why the reveal at the end of Whispering Skull is such a surprise and shows just how little we know about him.

Yea she's gone.

It took less than a week for her to go from describing Lockwood as looking like "a priest on a toilet" to this teenage horniness. My disaster crush in Gr.7 had about the same trajectory. Also reminds me of Mei's completely realistically portrayed crush on Some Convenience Store Guy in "Turning Red". Flips on like a switch and before you know it, you're doodling the most mortifying thing ever conceived my man. 13 is such a cursed age, my god.

I’ve mentioned this before in a post, but Lucy lashes out at people for things she hates about herself. Her internal gripes about Geroge are not that he’s rude (even though he definitely is to her) she’s not mean about him being objectively less Talented then her, she’s never makes fun of him for being smarter or better educated than she is. Lucy can handle outright hostility pretty well and she’s not self-conscious about her talent or lack of education. But she is, I think, deeply insecure about her appearance. And like so many girls her age it’s the chink in her armor she knows to hide and wallpaper over with dismissal and disdain. She pretends she doesn’t care but she does, and the more her feelings for Lockwood grow the more it shows in how she talks about herself and how she talks about others.

Sometimes you’re reading a book and oooh there’s a romance subplot and A falls for B (often instead of C or D) and you think … but why? why is A in love with B actually? What is it about them that makes the attraction click? But with Lucy it’s so obvious why she is almost immediately taken with Lockwood, but also why she doesn’t realize it. From Lucy’s POV, for all his flaws Lockwood is the opposite of what Jacobs was. He enters with the teams and he’s the last to leave (he even jumps out the burning building last). She doesn’t feel alone and unsupported. He takes accountability for any error on the case, easily and without any shifting of blame. Sure he’s vainglorious and a bit irresponsible and impulsive and all that. He’s 14-15 at most - that’s normal enough and she’s a kid like him, she gets it. But Lockwood is also a kid burdened with a lot of responsibly and I think Lucy is in a unique position to appreciate this and admire him for taking it on as he does. And that admiration neatly tricks her into thinking that’s all there is to her feelings for a long, long time because she can’t tell her feels apart worth a damn.

I’m going to start a Lucy describes Lockwood’s smile count: 6

[uloelu]

Location: Lakeside Lagoon, Newcrest

(transcript under the cut)

Episode 3 | Previous | Next

Here it is! As stated before, episodes 3-5 are a bit shorter than usual, but only because I'm in the process of planning a huge slate of parties, plot-changing events, etc. for summer break. No additional parts to this episode, so I'll be back with episode 5 as soon as I can.

If you haven't seen it, I made a post yesterday about my future plans for this series. Link is here!

Copperdale Records lot created by @softerhaze: link here

Episode 4: Mark Collins

Scene 1 - Newcrest

(starts with a boy walking a dog)

Meet Mark. (And Archimedes.)

Mark’s a first-semester senior at Copperdale High, scheduled to graduate early in the winter.

These are his parents, Drs. Whitney and Landon Collins. They’re both esteemed mathematics professors at the Foxbury Institute.

And Marissa, his nearsighted little sister, who’s a sophomore and currently freaking out.

Marissa (examining an acne breakout in the mirror): How am I supposed to show my face at school today? (phone rings) Ooh, Rani’s calling!

Like her parents, Marissa is a math (and science) genius. She’s also a cello prodigy and an outstanding painter. Mark never stops hearing people praise her many talents.

Scene 2 - Copperdale High

Compared to them, Mark’s more like your typical teenage boy. He’s a science whiz, sure. But he’s not Marissa trying to collect skills like infinity stones, or his parents earning PhDs by 25.

He likes to chill with his friends after school, suck face with his sweetheart before it, and just in general enjoy life as a 17-year-old boy.

Don’t believe me? Here he is at lunchtime, grabbing a bite to eat in the cafeteria.

Let’s pretend he hasn’t decided to dine with the principal today.

Ah, he’s moved to sit with Sofia Bjergsen. Finally.

[How cute! Some freshmen are getting lunch with their teacher. They look like babies!]

(cut to Copperdale students eating lunch together)

Social cliques are loosening up as we creep towards summer break. There’s camaraderie to be found in being tired of school, it seems.

Scene 3 - Dog Park, Brindleton Bay

After classes and extracurriculars, Mark and his sister like to take Archimedes to the dog park.

Here’s Marissa feeding a stray. She’d love to have another dog in their home, but her father’s sensitive constitution can barely handle the one they already have.

Let’s listen in on their conversation.

Marissa: You okay? You’ve been quiet all afternoon.

Mark (frowning): Yeah...actually, no. I’m so tired of going to that physics prep class. I think it’s time I put my foot down and tell Mom and Dad that I want to study music in college.

Marissa: You know what they’ll say about that—

Mark (rolls eyes): I know—

Marissa: “The hard sciences are the future. No one with any real life goals wastes their precious education on the humanities.”

Mark: What about you? Don’t you want to become an artist?

Marissa: Sure, maybe as a side job. But I like math, and I like what Mom and Dad do for work. I’m okay with art being just a hobby for now.

Mark (sighs): I wish I could be like you.

Scene 4 - Copperdale Records

(cut to a record store)

Music? Where did that come from?

Oh, right.

Copperdale Records, the hottest place for music lovers and alternative teens to hang out after school.

(Mark is mixing beats in a studio)

Our boy Mark sneaks here on his way home from the dog park (under the guise of studying with a friend, of course).

Fancies himself a producer, a musical jack-of-all-trades.

To be fair, he did teach himself how to mix beats, edit tracks, and play the guitar, piano, and bass. What can I say? The kid knows what he wants.

(cut to Mark strumming an electric guitar)

And as he tests out the newest six-string in the shop, I wish him the best of luck. He’s sorely going to need it.

[lal-ffxiv]

Prompt #24: Bar -

A Black Cat For Good Luck Prt. 3

The merciless God's Quiver. Hah such a pretentious name, Luician thought. They shared that thought too with every quiverman that marched by, as had captured Lucian bells ago and still the militia had him binded to post. Despite proving he was quite sober now.

"Is it a crime to enjoy oneself now? Is it even your responsibility to take drunks off tables?" Lucian asked the guard now posted to watch over them. 

"Enjoying yourself became a crime when you broke that officer's nose."

"It was in self-defense. He insulted my playing. On that topic, when will I be returned my fiddle?"

"Never. It's been decided you'll be traded off to the Wood Wailers on our rotation, so you can be safely stored away in Gridania's gaol."

Lucian gasps at the news. "To separate a musician from their instrument is the true crime here. The Elementals will bring down their wrath on you for it."

"Sooner The Elementals would bring it down on you."

"I'll have you know I'm forestborn. I was taken from tree hollow as a babe by my parents after-"

"Shut your mouth before I bind it too." The quiverman warned before leaving the prisoner. 

Lucian closed his mouth quickly, but he couldn't stay silent for long. To fight off a yawn, he whistled a tune. Lucian's whistle was accompanied by a bird soon enough, or to any ear it would have sounded as so. 

Lucian's sibling appeared next to him a moment later.

"Look at the mess you've gotten yourself into, I should just leave you here." Luca scolded while loosening the bindings.

"You wouldn't because Mama would be upset at you for it."

"You're the one upsetting her!"

"Shhh, do you want to get caught." Lucian covered their sibling’s mouths to keep him from raising his voice.

Luca glared at him and Lucian responded with an innocent smile. "I need to grab one thing then we can go."

Luca pulled their hands from his mouth and said in a harsh whisper, "It has taken me over a bell to sneak in here under 300 of the sharpest eyes in this part of the Twelveswood. You are leaving that fiddle or I'm leaving you." 

"No you wouldn't." They smiled at the threat before running off.

Luca caught up with them in the barracks tent. Lucian was crumpled to the floor. 

Luca rushed to their side but they had no injury, only a viola with some snapped strings. 

"Look at what these brutes have done." They wept.

"Oh, cry your eyes out later! Come on." Luca had to practically drag them to their feet and out of the encampment.

Finally, Luca gave a sigh of relief once the pair were well into the woods, but it was a moment too soon. 

"Stop there. That Miqo'te is under the custody of the God's Quiver." A quiverman halted the siblings.

"Rather a stuck-up name for yourself isn't? Certainly with a name like that it's below your duty to capture some petty criminals like us. So how about we both walk away from here?"

"You will be placed under custody as well." The quiverman continued to approach with bow in hand.

"My younger brother won't like it if you hurt me."

The archer looks at the other miqo'te currently sobbing while holding a stringless viola.

"That isn't my youngest brother." Luca added before putting his fingers to his mouth. A sharp whistle cut through the air like a bell and left silence in its wake. Silence broken by bounding thunder. Still just a coeurl pup, Luc'li was a fearsome beast as he came to his older sibling's side. 

"What is-." The archer wasn't faster than the coeurl and was paralyzed before releasing his arrow.

"Him too." Luca said point at Lucian.

Luc'li stunned his brother under his sibling's command without hesitation.

"You are barred from ever leaving my sight.”Luca scolded as he picked up Lucian to place them on the Luc'li's saddle. Luca added,“Can't trust you to keep yourself safe."  Luca patted the head of the coeurl for job well done.  "Now let's go home."

[ga-yuu]

[Gilbert Von Obsidian Story Chapter 4]

WARNING: The following topic contains topics about human trafficking, child labor, and slavery.

----Part 1----

As Prince Chevalier's spy, I wanted to get as much info about Prince Gilbert as possible.

It was this sense of mission that allowed me to still remain calm even after being captured by the beast.

Gilbert: "

Gilbert: "....Fufu. I'm happy. For that, I'll tell you one thing about me."

Prince Gilbert brings me closer and holds me tightly.

I feel my body instantly turned ice cold.

Emma: "W-What?"

Gilbert: "Actually, I..."

Gilbert: "I'm cold."

(..............)

Emma: "......I know."

Gilbert: "Here's the thing."

He hugged me tightly as if I were a stuffed animal and my breathing become labored.

Gilbert: "I'm cold, so I like to feel the warmth of people all the time."

(....I see...)

(This info.....doesn't seem to be of any use)

I think I may have just solved the mystery of Prince Gilbert's unusual distance.

Gilbert: "I like this little bunny because she is so warm."

Emma: "How about putting on your cold weather gear instead of suffocating me....?"

Gilbert: "Will that help?"

Emma: "It's better than anyone misunderstanding us."

If a man and a woman are seen hugging, people around them will assume that they are in a relationship.

This is a problem that should not be tolerated, even if it's done by guests of the state.

I tried to slip out of his arms, but he only held me with such force that my bones creaked.

Gilbert: "I don't mind if anyone misunderstands."

Emma: "I hate it...also it hurts!"

Gilbert: "Oh sorry. It's hard to find the right amount of force."

After releasing me, I sighed in relief.

But soon my hand was gabbed and my shoulders jumped.

----Options-----

....I'm in trouble.

Be patient.

Let go

-------------

Emma: "....I'm in trouble."

Gilbert: "You poor thing."

Emma: "........."

Gilbert: "Hmm...once you get used to it, I bet you won't feel a thing."

Gilbert: "By then it's too late, though right?"

..........

After finishing their business at the Orphanage, Leon and Yves's smiles disappeared as soon as they got into the carriage.

Emma: "What's the matter?"

(It seemed to be running fine as far as I could tell though....)

Every single child I played with seemed happy.

Leon however sitting across from me looks bitter.

Leon: "The children didn't seem to be treated unreasonably. The management there is fine."

Yves: "They will do everything that is required. They're going to take good care of them until they get out of foster care."

(That way of putting it....)

Emma: "After leaving foster care..."

Gilbert: "They're going to be the tools of the trade of a perverted aristocrat with bad hobbies, right?"

Emma: "....What do you mean?"

Prince Gilbert who is sitting next to me, smiles.

But his red eyes weren't smiling at all.

Gilbert: "Orphans are perfect for child labor because they don't have a family register."

Gilbert: "But slavery was abolished in Rhodolite a long time ago, so it takes a bit of work to get people to work for you."

Gilbert: "The fact that this reached the internal affairs faction's ears means that some aristocrat is going to use his power to buy up children and...."

Gilbert: "It means that he's most likely doing this as a business. In other words, human trafficking?"

(!?)

Leon: "....Prince Gilbert has a keen eye, doesn't he?"

Gilbert: "This kind of thing always happens in my home country."

(....unbelievable)

All the children I met at the orphanage had beautiful smiles on their faces.

I don't even want to think about the harsh future that awaits them. That would shatter those smiles.

Leon: "I've looked at the foster care listings for children in the orphanage and most of them are probably fictitious names."

Leon: "The only way to prove the list false is to find the children who were placed in foster care."

Emma: "How?"

Yves: "That's decided, isn't it?"

Yves clenches his fists tightly on his lap and opens his mouth with a stern, even angry look on his face.

Yves: "We're going to meet the root of all evil."

----Part 2----

(...It was bigger problem than we imagined)

The princes from the internal affairs faction joined the knights and arrived at a certain Baron's mansion.

Leon and Yves were so convinced that they sent knights and soldiers to search the mansion, despite the Baron's confusion.

Leon: "Julius, how did it go?"

Julius: "Children who are held captive are found in the basement."

(Finally!)

The report from Julius, one of the soldiers from the internal affairs faction caused the Baron's complexion to turn pale.

Leon: "Make sure it matches the roster."

Julius's eyes widen as Leon hands him a document.

Julius: "Did you steal it from the orphanage?"

Leon: "That sounds bad. I borrowed it."

Julius: "As expected from you, your highness."

Leon: "Thank you. Don't let anyone get away. I want them all."

Julius: "Leave it to me."

As he left, Sir Julius looked at Prince Gilbert, who was standing in the corner of the room.

(....?)

It was only for a moment, but I think I even felt a sense of awe...rather than hostility.

(I wonder what it was just now)

Gilbert: "...What an interesting pet to keep."

Emma: "Your highness?"

Gilbert: "Ah, no nothing."

Gilbert: "The freak show is about to start, so let's watch carefully shall we?"

(....Maybe it's just my imagination. But I'll just keep it in my mind for now)

At some distance from us, Yves confronted the Baron in a resolute manner.

Yves: "Now, Baron. Shall I explain what's going on?"

Yves: "Why is this compound filled with children who have been placed in foster care?"

Baron: "...Nn..."

(But how did they know the Baron was involved in the buying and selling?)

Gilbert: "Must have been a tip-off."

Perhaps the question was on my face, that Prince Gilbert whispered in a hushed voice.

Emma: "You mean to say, someone informed the court of this Baron's wrongdoings?"

Gilbert: "They sent an outside investigation agency and when they found who was behind it, the princes went directly to inspect it."

Gilbert: "They went to get the documents out of the orphanage before they could destroy the evidence, and came here to question the nobility about their wrongdoing.

Gilbert: "If the royal family goes in person, they can't refuse an investigation, so it's a forceful but surefire way to go about it."

(It's a sign that the inner-city princes are listening to their people)

Gilbert: "It's just that aristocrats are creatures that like to play hard to get."

Gilbert: "...Little bunny, if you don't want to die, don't leave okay?"

Emma: "What do you mean---"

But I already got my answer.

The Baron rings a bell on his desk, and armed men rushed into the drawing room, weapons at the ready.

(No way...this is!?)

Leon: "Mercenary...huh?"

Yves: "No I think there are some amateurs in the mix."

Leon: "Yeah. Looking at the fact that they know they're royalty and get into fights, it's an anti-royalist extremist 'group'"

(...Anti-royalist extremist?)

Baron: "It's not that I didn't consider the possibility that you might come to investigate at all."

Baron: "Then, if you will excuse me."

(Are you going to run away?)

As if to protect the Baron, who turned on his heel, armed people blocked our way.

The knights and soldiers have been sent to search the mansion and only Leon, Yves, Prince Gilbert and I were present.

(But these people only see Leon and Yves)

There were no weapons pointed at me or Prince Gilbert as if we weren't a threat at all.

Gilbert: "What do we do, Little bunny?"

Even in the face of a tense situation, Prince Gilbert never fails to crack a smile.

Gilbert: "Then again, there is nothing you can do here."

Emma: "....No! I will chase after the Baron!"

Both Leon and Yves unsheathed their swords and started fighting.

The soldiers and knights must be in a similar situation, as we can hear the sounds of the struggle from outside the room.

(At this rate, we will lose the Baron!)

Before I knew it, my feet started to move.

But suddenly someone grabbed my wrists tightly.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert!?"

Gilbert: "You are an idiot."

-----Part 3-----

I come back to myself with an unrelenting dash of cold water.

Gilbert: 'How could you possibly keep up with a man's legs?"

Emma: "But----"

Gilbert: "I don't like it. Seeing you running in vain like that"

(....I have a feeling that Prince Gilbert is right. We won't catch him if we chase him in the dark)

(But if we sit here and watch the process unfold with bated breath, we will miss the criminal)

Emma: "We'll ambush them ahead of time."

Gilbert: "How?"

Emma: "Hmmm, maybe just if we simply..."

Gilbert: "A thoughtless advance will surely fail."

Emma: "...."

Prince Gilbert smiles briskly out of place and turns away.

It's not like you can just take a leisurely stroll and proceed to the doorway and no one will pay any attention to you.

This was because the armed men were being pushed by Leon and Yves.

Gilbert: "Are you not coming with me?"

Emma: ".....But where are you going?"

Gilbert: "Didn't you say that you wanna ambush him ahead of time?"

Emma: "......So, are you helping me?"

Gilbert: "Mm. Helping you with your job is why I am here."

Gilbert: "Since I've promised, I have to keep my promise."

(Can I believe him?)

(....No, now is not the time to waste thinking that)

I hurriedly chase after the black back that is moving away from me while I am worrying about it.

Leon: "Emma!"

Emma: "Don't worry. I'll buy you some time!"

Leon: "....Got it. Be careful. I'll come for you after I finish this!"

I nodded to reassure Leon and left the room...

.................

(I could really get ahead of myself)

With the precision of a man who seems to know the entire structure of the mansion, Prince Gilbert blocks the narrow corridor.

When the Baron appeared a few minutes later, I felt the same excitement as when I saw the magic trick.

(....Don't tell me you read the Baron's movements with a perfect understanding of the structure of the mansion? That's something incredible for a person who visited this mansion for the first time)

This person's potential was unfathomable and I unconsciously clasped my hand.

Baron: "What the!? Why are you guys here!?"

Gilbert: "Little bunny here wants to talk to you."

(....Yes, I must not stand around aimlessly)

I step in front of Prince Gilbert and faced the Baron who tried to escape.

(Let's have a proper conversation and buy some time)

Emma: "Why are doing such terrible things to those children?"

I wasn't sure if I could get an answer to my question, but fortunately the Baron stopped.

Baron: "....Terrible? I was doing my business."

Baron: "Rather they should be grateful for the food, clothing, and shelter I'm giving to them."

Baron: "I'm giving value to these orphans who have nowhere else to go."

Emma: "........that value and all that doesn't sound like a good thing."

(I can only imagine how they would have handled the children found in the dungeon)

Baron: "What does it matter? A person's value is determined by their birth."

Baron: "They live in the sewers and we will never be on the same stage?"

Baron: "I am, in a way a benevolent being for giving such things a use and purpose for living."

(.....Are you serious?)

Emma: "Have you ever seen those children laugh in this mansion?"

Baron: "If I had a child like that, I'd have to educate them. It is the duty of the nobility to make them understand their place in the world."

(I know everyone has different values, but...... this person's way of thinking fundamentally disagrees)

I can feel a sense of discomfort in my heart.

I didn't feel like I could compromise, and it seemed that no matter how much I argue, the walls of entrenched values would never come crashing down.

Emma: "...A sin is a sin."

Emma: "What you did is against the law of Rhodolite, so don't think you can escape."

Baron: "I don't know who you are young lady, but don't tell me what to do."

Baron: "If you're done, then please excuse me?"

Emma: "...No, I can't let you."

Baron: "Guess, it can't be helped."

The baron draws his sword and closes the distance between us with a hint of violence.

(I don't know.....something that could be used as a weapon)

Gilbert: "Hey, with whose permission are you trying to touch little bunny?"

-----Part 4-----

(...Ah...)

Before the sword can reach me, a jet-black cane slams into the Baron's chest.

The next moment I saw Prince Gilbert stomping on the Baron's chest who was lying on the floor and was laughing beautifully.

The sight sends shivers down my spine.

(....Nn....Why, I wonder? It's not like I'm the one being stepped on...but still...)

The air changes.

The space that belonged to no one is dominated by the Trampling Beast.

Gilbert: "You can't have her, little bunny is my prey."

Gilbert: "I won't allow anyone but me to hurt her."

(......What are you saying..)

Even if I wanted to say something, nothing comes out of my mouth.

Without Prince Gilbert's permission, it's difficult to even move a finger.

Gilbert: "Those with status have the right to do as they please with those below them, hmm."

Gilbert: "That's what you said, right?"

Baron: "Ah...Haa..."

Gilbert: "Hm, What's wrong? You look disgruntled."

Gilbert: "If you can mistreat orphans with no backing, then I can mistreat you as well, right?"

Gilbert: "Me, who is royalty, can crush a third-rated aristocrat like you under my feet, right?"

(Prince Gilbert...looks very angry...)

Something is stuck, but the overwhelming air, with even a hint of blood, disturbs my thoughts.

The Baron, who was under full pressure of the beast, was about to peel off his white eyes.

Gilbert: "What should we do with him, little bunny? Shall we kill him?"

(.....Huh?)

I can't hardly believe my ears at the tone in which he said that. It's like saying 'Hey, let's have sweets together.'

Prince Gilbert's smile did not waver, which made it even more terrifying.

Emma: "...No. Don't do that!"

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "Because....no one has the right to kill people."

Emma: "This man should be brought to justice by the law."

Gilbert: "Why is Rhodolite so troublesome?"

Emma: ".....is it different in Obsidian?"

Gilbert: "Mm. Because I'm the law."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert....is the law?"

Gilbert: "Yes. The royal family's orders are absolute."

Gilbert: "If I say, 'kill him' then killing is justice and that becomes the lawful way to punish."

(....That's absurd!)

I exhaled while still trembling.

Gilbert: "You should be grateful that you're living in Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "If you were in Obsidian, you wouldn't be breathing in front of me right now."

Gilbert: "I don't want wicked nobles who defile innocent children."

The Baron instantly faints.

It is unusual to see a man who has not violently attacked someone to the point of knocking them unconscious, but rather to control the situation with just his killing spirit.

There is no emotion, in those red-eyes.

It's as Prince Gilbert said, it's so cold.

(Not the way I look at people)

Emma: "....I see, Prince Gilbert and the Baron are alike."

Emma: "Both of you think that people with higher status have the right to do as they please with those below them."

Gilbert: "Fufu....that's what royalty is all about."

(I...I never knew)

(Excluding the fact that he is a prince of an enemy country, Prince Gilbert has always struck me with fear, and for that reason...)

Where does this instinctive alertness come from?

The answer is now before us.

Emma: "In your eyes...."

Emma: "There are no 'humans'.."

Gilbert: ".........."

(There are no humans in Prince Gilbert's world)

(That's why he can 'kill' with impunity and in the same vein, be kind to children)

Since he doesn't think that they are 'humans' there is no need to consider them.

Even with me, whether he hates it or is afraid of it Prince Gilbert will push his will through.

(Not like a real beast)

(....But a beast wearing a human skin)

Gilbert: "Fufu, do you despise me?"

Emma: "......."

Gilbert: "I don't care what you think of me, but.."

He takes his cane off of the fainted Baron as if he lost interest.

He then walks towards me and lifts my chin with his cane and stares me in the eye.

Gilbert: "I hate people."

Gilbert: "I don't love anyone. That goes for you too. So you better watch out."

Gilbert: "I'm a beast that can even kill you with a smile, got it?"

Emma: "........."

(.....If I do something wrong...)

The Baron rolling on the floor overlaps with my future.

There was a fear that was not the same as when the Baron tried to attack me.

-----Part 5-----

Emma: "----And that's what happened today."

Chevalier: "........"

As soon as I returned back to Court, I headed to the library where Prince Chevalier is always present.

The case of human trafficking in collusion between the fosters and the Barons has been successfully resolved but,

My heart was covered with stormy weather and it was raining so hard that I felt like I drowning.

Chevalier: "That's a very apt description of the world without people in it."

Sitting back in his chair, without stopping his hand from leafing through the book, Prince Chevalier drops his words.

Chevalier: "Do you know what Obsidian's alias is?"

Emma: "...Is it a military and ore country?"

Chevalier: "No...it's the 'Land of Deceit and Corruption."

Chevalier: "Every country has its share of power-hungry fools, and Obsidian is no exception."

Chevalier: "Corruption and lying are a daily occurrence and when you're the royal family of such a country, it's easy to imagine."

Emma: ".....It's not a very nice country to begin with, huh?"

Chevalier: "It's just a rumor."

Chevalier: "The actual inner workings of the situation are not transparent. Obsidian is also a country where information is strictly controlled.

Emma: "........"

Chevalier: "......Are you dissatisfied?"

Emma: "No..."

(I understand that Prince Gilbert has his own circumstances)

If you are the ruler of a country of deceit and corruption, it may be difficult to see people as humans.

(It's just, I can't accept it)

(....A prince who doesn't love anyone doesn't sound very nice)

Chevalier: "I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Emma: "How do you know what I was thinking?"

Chevalier: "It's written all over your face."

(Really...?)

When I pulled my cheek, he chuckled at me.

Chevalier: "Sometimes rulers need to cut down on the hearts and minds of the people."

Chevalier: "I think he's just following his ideal of being a champion."

Emma: "So you approve of Prince Gilbert's...way of being?"

Chevalier: "It's not the same as affirmation. It just means I understand."

Chevalier: "If you don't see people as humans, then you're no different, right?"

Emma: "What...?"

Chevalier: "You don't see Eyepatch as a human."

(........Ah)

Chevalier: "Originally, humans are not afraid of other humans."

Chevalier: "To you, he is a beast from the beginning and not a human."

Chevalier: "When you think like that, you are first trying to protect yourself. Now you say that this way of being is wrong?"

(...I cannot say anything)

While I accuse him of not seeing humans as humans, I myself only treat Prince Gilbert that way.

The moment I realized, I felt a pain as if the thorns of a rose were twisting around my heart.

Emma: ".....I have done such a terrible thing."

Chevalier: "You're dealing with an enemy."

Emma: "But still...what must Prince Gilbert be thinking?"

(I know I should be vigilant)

(.....But that's not what this is about)

Even today, Prince Gilbert helped me.

If it weren't for Prince Gilbert, I would have been badly wounded by now.

We might have missed the Baron too.

(And yet, I haven't even thanked him)

(....I'm the worst!)

Chevalier: "No need to feel guilty."

Chevalier: "----I wonder if it would be useless to say that."

Prince Chevalier, having closed the book, stands up and flicked my forehead.

Emma: "...Ouch."

Chevalier: "......."

Chevalier: "You can use the kitchen if you want. I'll include the expenses of the material as an entertainment expense of the external affairs faction."

(.....Jeez, how far does Prince Chevalier reads my mind?)

He snicker once more and put the book he was holding back on the shelf.

Chevalier: "Even so....I don't think 'I hate people' is the word of someone who hates deception."

Emma: "Eh...."

Chevalier: "......"

(....What do you mean?)

Prince Chevalier does not say anymore, meaning that it's the end of the conversation.

I bowed and left him to himself.

..............

Gilbert: "....Little bunny, didn't think you'd come to see me in the middle of the night?"

Gilbert: "Are you perhaps secretly a night crawler?"

Emma: "Wrong!"

Emma: "May I have a little bit of your time?"

[donotaskwhyiamhere]

Son of a lord x his loyal yandere Butler (both oc)

WARNING: Abuse, mentioning of killing.

Hayden Blackquil, oldest son of the Blackquil family. Hayden is part of a very rich family who works as traders and clothing industry. He has been working his entire life to be able to takeover the family business one day but his dreams were shattered when his younger sister was getting married to another Lord who was now going to get the business instead of Hayden. Hayden was furious to say the least, he worked hard every day of his life but his sister did nothing and now she gets the business with her soon to be husband? His sister was a spoiled brat. Who knows she can get what she wants.

Hayden was sitting at his desk doing his sister's paper work. That's when his loyal butler walked in, James, with a lovely cup of tea and biscuits. "Good afternoon sir" he placed the tea and biscuits down next to Hayden. "Good morning James" Hayden said with a tried tone as he took the cup and took a sip. Hayden had a close relationship with James, he was always polite with James and called him by his name respectful. Hayden had gotten James as a gif for his birthday, James was part of a slave trade. James was afraid since he was pretty young when they had stolen him but Hayden was kind to him since day one. So James had decided that his loyalty belongs to him. He would do anything for Hayden.

"Is my father home" he asked as he took another sip of his tea and took a biscuit, he voice was quite and almost fearful. Hayden knew his father was having a bad week and most of the time Hayden would be his stress relief . Something Hayden wasn't looking forward to, his piano lessons, his father insisted that he would be the one to teach Hayden. "Yes" said James understanding Haydens dislike of his father. James dislike Hayden's father just as much.

Hayden was making his way to the music room. He walked in and closed the door, he sat down by the piano waiting for his father. After a minute his father walked in and just like Hayden thought, he was not happy and was going to make this simple piano lesson hell for him.

Hayden cried in pain as his father closed the piano lid down on his hands for the fifth time. One miss on a key and he closed the lid without warning. Hayden's knuckles were bruises and his fingers painful form the playing. He was use to being treated like this, but he only let his father do as he please so he could get the business but he won't be getting the business...so why must I hold back?

Hayden sat on his bed, James taking care of his bruised hands. Hayden kept his head low, his hair casting a shadow over his eyes that seemed deep in thought. "James" he finally spoke. "Yes Hayden?" James could tell that whatever he said next was going to take both of them down a dark path. "You would do anything for me right?" "Yes, anything you desire sir" James got on one knee and held Hayden's knuckles and kissed them gently. "Would you kill my father for me?" James was taken aback from how straight forward his request was. It was quite for a moment, Hayden had not moved a inch, he looked like a broken porcelain doll. James stood up and bowed lightly "if that's what you wish" Hayden then looked up at James, he stood up from the bed and stood right in front of James. Hayden was just a bit shorter then James, Hayden cuped his face with one hand and caressed his face with his thumb. James was frozen in place with a blush on his face, not fully processing what was happening. "Make it look like an accident, this house has a lot of stairs..." James felt breathless, not because of his words but because of how close Hayden had gotten to him. "Yes..." James felt like he was put under some kind of hypnosis, he has always had feelings for his master but he never thought that this moment was possible especially the words he spoke next "I'll reward you with anything you want, if you succeed" "Anything?" "Anything" James at that moment felt like everything was perfect, the only thing in his way was Hayden's father. "I'll be right back sir" James kissed Hayden's knuckles gently and started walking out the room, a love sick look in his eyes that Hayden understood.

Part two?

P.S: please don't copy my idea or script unless you give credit.

[gimmighoulcoins]

On Hold

"Hey."

Polaris isn't facing Hestau, but at the moment, they're the only two on the tower, so Hest knows he's the one being addressed. Hestau tilts their head to the side, questioning, then adds in a 'Hm?' after remembering that Polaris isn't looking at them and the gesture would mean nothing.

Polaris taps his blades against the wall of the tower's peak, a motion Hestau was beginning to recognize as occurring when Polaris was considering his words, thinking carefully.

Their eyes drift from Polaris, off towards the same sky the pawniard is admiring. The darkness of dusk has begun to break into the night sky, snuffing out the sun's light and replacing it with scattered stars. It was pretty. Hestau isn't sure its ever taken the time to properly appreciate it.

Something else steals its attention for a moment, though, scattered lights leaking into the beginnings of night and stealing the spotlight from stars, coming from the Tagtree Thicket. Strange..

Hestau doesn't have time to ruminate on it for too long, though, as Polaris speaks up after his seconds of consideration- only seconds, but it felt a lot longer to Hestau in the moment.

"I think you might have something I want," Hestau's antenna perked up, and Polaris continued, "but I don't have a coin."

Polaris turns to meet Hestau's eyes and closes the distance between them, crossing his arms behind his back in a ridged stance. Hest tilts its head, indicating for Polaris to continue.

"Could you hold onto it? Until I can get a coin to pay you for it. I could even pay you two for the trouble, once I find some."

There's the pitch. Hestau rests his head on his hand as he considers. Two coins for one item was a very good deal, and whatever Hestau had that he wanted had to be something he really wanted if he made that offer. What was it he wanted anyway? Ah, that's the important question.

"What do ya want, exactly?"

Polaris unfolds his arms, pointing to a piece of the scrap metal Hestau had. It was rather pretty- at least, it was partially gold, instead of the plain brown everything else is, which made it pretty to Hestau. Otherwise, though, it didn't seem like anything special.

But, Polaris was a friend- at least, Hestau thinks they're kind of friends- and if it means that much to their friend- enough for him to offer an extra coin to make sure Hestau has it when he returns- then it would be the right thing to do, wouldn't it?

"Okay, okay! I'll put it away until you come back for it! Promise!" Hestau declares, grabbing the hand Polaris had used to point with both of his and shaking it enthusiastically. That's what you do when you make deals, Hestau's pretty sure. Polaris seems amused, at least.

Polaris bringing it up now, though...

"Does that mean you're going soon, soon, then?" The sentence slipped out at the same time the thought crossed its mind, and it came out with a bit more emotion than Hestau would've liked. Sure, it was only a day, but Hest was getting kind of used to having a consistent presence with them. They'd trade away a coin for just a little longer- No, they wouldn't actually, a part of them cringes at the thought of giving away a coin- but still, they'd like Polaris to stay longer.

"Its getting dark. My family's gonna be worried if I'm not home before the day's end." Polaris and Hestau both glance towards the bamboo forest in the distance. If Polaris left now, he could get there before the sun's light is completely gone.

Hestau's unhappiness at his new friend- sort of friend- leaving so soon must have shown, because when Polaris looks back, he lightly pokes Hestau's head with the tip of his blade- the kind of gesture one would expect an exclamation of 'boop!' to accompany it.

"I'll come back to buy that from you. Besides, I bet my brother's going to want to see you when I tell him where I was today, and I'm gonna have to show him the way here, so you'll probably see me before I even have the coins to give you."

Polaris's smile is forced and awkward, but the intentions are genuine. He had already walked over to the ladder down while he was talking, but waits to climb down out of view, looking at Hestau expectantly.

Getting the que, Hestau waves at him.

"Bye-bye for now! See you soon, soon!"

Polaris returns the wave.

"Take care, lil' roach."

Hestau considers arguing about the nickname as a way to get his friend to stay a little longer, but Polaris dips out of sight before they can make up their mind, and they're not about to make him climb back up.

Oh well. Hestau will see him again. It'll have plenty of other guests- maybe even friends- in the meantime.

[enderpearlgirl1005]

The New Rainbow Squads

Chapter 2 The First Squad part 2

When Hannah got home she saw that her parents weren't back yet. She looked in the kitchen and saw a note that read "Dear Kids I'm going out with your father this evening so we'll be home late. I left you all some money so you kids could order take out. Hope you all had a great day at school, Love your mother." Hannah sighed as she put the letter down and went up to her room and started on her homework.

After about an hour Hannah was all done with her homework and was now doing her chores when she heard the door open. She looked and saw that her brother and sister had just got back from their after school clubs.

"Hey Little sis, how was your day at school?" Daniel asked his little sister.

"Oh, it was ok, I guess aside from when some bullies picked on me," Hannah said in a forced flat tone.

"WHAT! WHO ARE THEY? WHY I OTTA!-" Daniel screamed before Hannah could cut him off.

"Daniel, it's ok. A girl at my school helped me and she and her friends offered to let me into their group." Hannah soothingly told her brother to calm him down.

"Oh well that's good cause if any bozo tried to hurt my little sisters I'll show them what for," Daniel said while clutching his fist.

Hannah sighed as she went back to her chore which was emptying out the trash.

"Hey big sis, where's mommy and daddy?" Lilly asked.

"They're going out and they won't be back to make dinner, so they left us some money to order some take out," Hannah said while pointing to the money sitting on the table.

"Ok well come-on Lilly let's get our homework done then our chores after that we can order take out," Daniel said while taking his youngest sister's hand and leading her into the living room.

Soon Hannah was done with her chores while her older brother and younger sister had started on their chores. So she went up to her room so she wouldn't be in the way. She sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.

After a while she got bored and then remembered the necklace that old woman gave her. She remembered that on her way home she put it in her backpack and it got buried in everything while she was walking. She then got her backpack out of her wardrobe and started scrambling through it. She managed to find it and once she did, once she straightened up the items inside, she placed it back in the wardrobe. She then placed the necklace on her desk and examined it.

"Huh, strange, it looks like that the chain of this necklace is made of gold and the gem seems to be a ruby. So why didn't that old woman take this to a jeweler and trade it for money? Anyone in her position would do so," Hannah posed this question to herself.

Hmm, if only I had someone who could analyze it and see if it's real or fake, Hannah thought to herself while leaning back into her chair. Then she remembered something that the others had said about Ed.

She remembered that Jenny had told during lunch about Ed that seemed like useful information. "Ed's the smartest kid in school. He's been valedictorian for three years straight. If you ever need any help ask him he loves helping others, as long as they're grateful for it," Jenny had said.

"That's it! I can ask Ed for help if he really is that smart, then he can help me find out if this necklace is real or fake," Hannah said out loud but then realized that she didn't know where he or the others where or how to get in touch with them.

She then remembered them talking about heading off to the ice cream shop down the street from school, so she decided to see if they were still there.

"If they're not there then I'll just talk to them at school" Hannah said to herself before leaving and telling her siblings she was going out for a walk.

She headed back in the same direction as the school and then took the route that led to the ice cream shop that her phone's GPS led to. On her way there she heard someone yelling. She saw a cram school that she had read about the week before when she was doing research on her own school. She looked to see a cram school student in a bad mood and yelling, about something so she decided to see what he was screaming about.

When she got closer she heard him yelling, "AGH, MOM WHY IS SHE ALWAYS LATE? COME ON WHY CAN'T SHE EVER BE ON TIME! GGRR!"

The boy screamed before he calmed down and said, "Ugh, who am I kidding? She works three jobs just to support us. I shouldn't be too hard on her because she's doing her best."

She heard another voice say, "Oh please, you're really going to let all that anger go like that?"

The cram school boy looked up and saw a strange looking man. He looked like he was in his late teens, possibly nineteen, and he was wearing lots of dark clothing.

The strange man said, "but you know what? It's all those positive feelings you have, so I'll just remove them." He then pulled out an orb and pointed it at the cram school boy. The orb then started glowing black and then blasted the boy. A white stream of light came out of the boy and went into the orb and soon the orb was full of that white light and the boy collapsed to the ground.

Hannah panicked and ran up to the boy to see if he was okay. When a black mass started covering his body. Then cracks appeared with a cracking nose similar to that of an breakin egg shell. Then like a shell, the black mass around the boy broke apart and the force had pushed Hannah back. When she looked, she was horrified to see that the boy had turned into an angry shadowy gorilla.

The stranger laughed and said, "Perfect, just the kind of anger and negativity I need to create a shadow monster. Now I can find Princess Iris."

Hannah just sat in horror while other people started running away out of terror from the scene. The strange man then looked at Hannah and smiled seeing the terror on her face, but then he saw the necklace that she had in her hand.

"Well, well, it looks like you have the red amulet of the Rainbow Squads. If that's so, then you must know Princess Iris. If that's the case then TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!" the stranger demanded.

"W-what?! I don't know who you're talking about. I-I don't know any princesses!" Hannah stammered.

"Oh really, then how do you have that amulet? But you know what I think, you're lying to me. SHADOW DESTROY HER!" The stranger commanded the creature.

It started charging at Hannah which prompted her petrified body to start moving. Hannah turned around and ran as fast as she could, but the shadow creature was inhumanly fast and it was gaining on her. Hannah felt tears of despair running down her cheeks as she desperately tried to get away.

"AWW, THIS IS HOPELESS, I WISH WE NEVER MOVED HERE!" Hannah screamed out of despair feeling even more homesick and scared than ever.

"Oh stop being so negative," a female voice gently reverberated in Hannah's head. This took her off guard as she tried to figure out who that voice belonged to.

It continued saying, "I know you're homesick and you want to go back to your old home. But your new home has so much to offer as it means that you'll have even more friends and even more happier memories than you could have had back home. Now stop being so negative and put on that necklace and say, 'RAINBOW POWER ACTION!' "

Hannah then thought about what that voice said and remembered something that her old friends said to her the day she left. Back on that day Hannah was talking to her friends as it was the day she had to leave. "Guys I'm going to miss you all so much I wish I didn't have to move to the city."

"Oh, it's okay, Hannah we'll miss you too," one of her friends said.

"Yeah but think of all the opportunities you'll have there!" another friend exclaimed.

"Yeah, you'll meet new friends, try new things, and hey if we get the chance to meet your new friends then we can all hang out together and become one big friend group," another friend said trying to help Hannah look on the bright side.

My old friends are right, why am I so upset? After all this is a great opportunity to have even more friends and to try new things. It's normal to feel scared and home sick but I won't let those negative feelings get in my way of enjoying this new life! Hannah thought to herself.

She then stopped running and faced the shadow monster and the guy who made it.

"So you decided to accept your fate?" the guy asked.

"NO because I'm not going to let you hurt anyone else and I'm saving that student. He has a bright future ahead and I won't let you ruin it! NOT NOW, NOT EVER!" Hannah exclaimed then put on the necklace.

"If that's how you want it, then FINE BY ME! Shadow destroy her!" The guy commanded and the shadow started charging at Hannah again.

"Ok let's do this. RAINBOW POWER ACTION!" Hannah screamed as loud as she could and the necklace glowed and she was surrounded by a rose red light.

Immediately she started to transform. Her normal boots turned into red and white dress boots, her clothes turned into a beautiful red dress with a stream of white down the middle with a big red heart in the front part of it where the red gem lies. Her hair then glowed before turning from purple to red and becoming much bigger and bouncer and to top it all off a golden crown with a heart red gem appeared on her head.

Next, she stood planted on the ground and said, "The color of roses and the color of love. I'm The Red Squad of the Rainbow Squads. Those of you who need some love in your life, I'm right here to give it to you, feel the colors of the rainbow!"

The guy looked shocked by what he saw before screaming, "NO! NOO! NOO! NOOO! A Rainbow Squad you've gotta be kidding. But wait, that means that Princess Iris is indeed in this world. Then I must thank you for this because now I'm one step closer to finding her."

"I might not know who you're talking about, but I won't allow you to find her." Hannah replied.

"Hmm, whatever. Now shadow do your thing!" the guy demanded.

The shadow nodded and then charged up to Hannah again but this time she didn't run away. Instead she ran right at it and stopped him with her bare hands and to her shock the shadow did indeed stop as Hannah was now holding it up in the air.

The stranger was shocked by this and the shadow was trying to get Hannah to let go but she was able to throw him. Hannah was extremely shocked by how strong she was now. The shadow became as big as her own house and was clearly very heavy, but it had felt like a feather to her.

Once again she heard that female voice who exclaimed, "Good job! Now focus all your love and determination into your heart and channel it into your gem. After that say 'Hear! Sword! Power!' and slice through that crystal ball."

Hannah nodded and did so as she gathered all the love in her heart and transferred it into the gem. As she did this, it started glowing brighter and brighter. Soon it opened up and Hannah saw the base of a sword poking out of it. She grabbed a hold of it. It was indeed a sword but the sword guard was in the shape of a heart and the blade was also decorated with hearts.

As she turned to the guy and saw that he still had the crystal ball in his hands, she knew what she had to do. She charged up to the guy and he thought she was going to fight him so he got into a fighting position. However this was a mistake as his hand that held the crystal ball was in front of him and Hannah took advantage of this by kicking it out of his hand.

She then screamed " HEART! SWORD! POWER!"

These words caused the sword to glow a bright red and sent beams of light at the crystal ball as Hannah sliced through the air. The beams cut right through the crystal ball and it shattered causing the light inside it to flow out. It headed towards the Shadow and went into it.

The shadow then felt the love and positivity burning strongly inside his heart. Cracks then appeared on the shadow again, this time white ones and the black shell broke apart and it turned back into the boy. He sat up rubbing his head wondering what was going on and why he had such a big headache.

As Hannah looked around she saw light shining all around and everything that got damaged in the fight went back to normal as if nothing happened.

Hannah then looked to see where the stranger was, but he was gone. She looked up and saw that he was flying away while muttering something to himself before he disappeared.

Hannah then floated back to the ground and sat down exhausted from what had just occurred. She was once again surrounded by a bright light and her clothes changed back to normal.

After a moment Hannah looked at the necklace and she still couldn't believe what had just happened. She had powers now and she just fought a giant shadowy gorilla

"I have a feeling that this is the start of a great adventure" Hannah said to herself as she got up and went back home.

[simpforrooster]

howdy, darlin'

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader

Reader and Jake find themselves sharing a hotel room for Phoenix's wedding.

A/N: ah yes my friends. a slight enemies to lovers with a one bed/room trope. this one is def going to have a part 2.

"You can't be serious." You couldn't have heard the clerk correctly. You called and booked weeks ago. No. Months ago. As soon as Phoenix told you the wedding date. There is no way they don't have you booked.

"Jake Seresin. Check again." You hear to your right. Dread washes through you. Ugh. The gorgeous blonde you love to trade insults with.

"Sir, I don't have you on the books. We do have one queen room left, you are welcome to it."

Jake rolls his eyes, and before he can reply, you look at your clerk. "I need that room."

Jake turns towards you and gives you one of those cocky smirks. "Well, howdy, darlin'. Didn't expect to see you here."

"Save it, Bagman. I'm her best friend. Of course I'm here." You turn your attention to the clerk. "Gimme that room."

Jake's eyes go wide, and he faces back to the lady helping him, who absolutely seems to be under his spell.

"Well, I do believe I was here first. What say you give me that room." Jake leans his chin on his hand, giving the girl a heart stopping smile. It takes everything in you not to make a comment.

The clerks exchange a glance, neither wanting to touch this with a ten-foot-pole. They don't even know the two of you, and even they can tell you can't stand one another.

"Let's flip for it," Jake suggests, turning back towards you.

"Can't you just stay with the bridesmaid you're going to end up taking home after the rehearsal?"

Jake smirks. "You're the only single one." This gets an eyeroll out of you.

"Let's just share it, we're both adults. We need a place to stay, before they give the room to someone else."

"I'll need a credit card, ma'am," your clerk says.

"Pay the man," you tell Jake. Jakes gives you a long onceover, but he doesn't put up a fight. He pulls out his credit card and lays it on the counter.

"You owe me, Darlin'," he murmurs, giving you a wink, and for the first time, that wink sends your stomach aflutter.

***

"One bed?!" you screech after the two of you finally get up to the room.

"Did you not hear her say 'queen room'?" Jake rolls his eyes. "Did you expect a room fit for The Queen? Obviously, I am sleeping on the floor."

You shake your head. "You paid for the room, I'll sleep on the floor."

"You're insulting my southern hospitality. Trust me, my mama raised a gentleman, for the most part." He smirks and throws in a wink. "Sleep in the fucking bed, please."

Knowing the argument was over, you toss your suitcase onto the bed. As you unpack the weekend's dresses to hang in the closet, you feel Jake's eyes on you. A blush falls across your cheeks. How in the world are you going to handle being in this small room with him. Especially with him looking at you like this. He's never given you this look before.

"Why don't you like me?" Jake asks, pulling you from your thoughts. He's reclined back in the one lone chair in the room. His arms rest on his stomach, fingers interlaced. His eyes trail up and down your body again. A small smirk sits on his face. "Come on, it's obvious."

"I don't not like you, Hangman. I don't want to get caught up in your world, is all."

He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "What do you mean my world? Military guys don't do it for you?"

"I couldn't care less about you being in the military. My dad is and he and my mother have a great relationship. I'm talking about your cycle of girls."

Hurt flashes across his face. "Well, consider yourself lucky then. You're not my type anyway." Jake doesn't say anything more, and heads into the restroom. The shower turns on a few seconds later.

It's your turn to feel hurt. Of course you're his type. You're breathing.

***

"Jake has been mean mugging every guy who's wanted to talk to you tonight," Phoenix tells you. The formalities of the rehearsal were over, and y'all were onto the drinking portion of the night, in the hotel bar.

You immediately filled your friend in on everything as soon as you saw her. Phoenix has always maintained that Jake has the biggest crush on you.

"He's probably thrilled to have you all to himself," she adds.

"Don't you have a fiancé you could go talk to you?" you lightly push her shoulder, eliciting a laugh from her.

"I do, and I am trying to work on getting you one. Come on, I'm telling you, Seresin is in love with you."

"Bob!!" you call out, causing a few people to look over at the two of you. "I need you to come get your fiancé, please!"

Bob comes over after finishing his conversation with Maverick, grinning as he takes in his fiancé. She does look beautiful in her short white dress, having decided on the one with the big bow on the back. She mentioned wanting something "girly" since Bob sees her in her flight suit 99% of the time.

"I can't believe you're going to be Mrs. Floyd tomorrow," he tells her, pulling her back against his chest, placing kisses all over her face. "She trying to play matchmaker again with Mr. Seresin?"

You nod. "Always."

Bob takes Phoenix off, and your heart longs for what they have. It's not that you're dying to get married, or anything. That can wait. You just want a Bob. A partner in crime. A constant. Someone who knows your Starbucks order, and can quote your favorite movie with you.

You know that man isn't a Hangman. He isn't the relationship type. He's the one you have fun with. The one you bring home to piss off your parents. Which is why most of what comes from your mouth is abrasive when it comes to him.

"Come dance with me," a gruff voice says into your ear. Jake's hand finds its way into yours, and he pulls you out onto the makeshift dance floor in the bar.

Jake expertly pushes you across the dance floor, and the alcohol has finally made it's way into your head, causing you to feel a little lighter.

"I didn't think I was your type," you quip. "That really hurt my feelings, you know." You don't mean for that to slip out.

He is quick with his response. "Well you hurt mine, so we're even."

The two of you sway to an old love song, neither of you speaking. Jake keeps his green eyes on yours, and the intensity of his stare almost knocks you off your feet.

"I bet Phoenix is loving this, she thinks you like me," you giggle. Uh oh. A giggle and you're spilling secrets. You've got to get out of here and back up to your room.

Where Jake will follow you back to. Because of the shared room.

Jake doesn't acknowledge what you said. "Rooster is going to let me bunk with him tonight. I wouldn't want to give anyone the wrong impression of you being caught up in my cycle of women."

Jake twirls you one more time, and leaves you alone on the floor.

What game is he playing??

masterlist.

[true--north]

Beware Of The Spoilers

The Polar Nights quotes: Anna and Kristanna.

"Being a queen is not a work, it is a way of life".

"Fortunately, Anna liked her new role, and the kingdom reciprocated her. The people of Arendelle loved the new queen as much as she loved them."

"I love my responsibilities! All of them. Being a queen and working hand in hand with the people of Arendelle to make everyone happy is just incredible. It's so nice when something works out, isn't it?"

"Anna began to count her fingers, listing the completed tasks: This week Herr Oldring and I made a watch to present it to the Queen of Chato when she comes to visit; I also cut the ribbon at the opening ceremony of a new trading house; and also held a three-hour meeting about the types of Arendelle soils."

Mattias helps Anna a lot:

"I don't know what I would do without Mattias."

Anna loves the meetings and reports Elsa didn't love.

"Arendelle is lucky to have you. I'm proud of you."

"And I'm proud of you. The Forest and the Spirits are also lucky to have you. I wish Father and Mother could see us now."

But Anna still a little nervous, if she is good enough.

"I constantly worry that I will forget something important, or everything will go wrong through my fault."

"We still have a lot of work at home! Home, this word made her want to smile. It wasn't just a place where Anna was hanging up her cloak on a hook, put her boots and all her clothes. Her family lived there. Her subjects lived there. This was her kingdom."

Elsa and Kristoff constantly tease each other (Kristoff ironically called her Your Snow Majesty), but Elsa really ships them, though laughing at their romantic gestures (Aroace Elsa, yeah). She wished they were already married and had many children.

"Elsa couldn't argue that he was perfect for her sister."

She wants to help Kristoff to organize the engagement party.

"Elsa managed to love Kristoff like a brother. She loved him for his kindness to her sister, for how he suited her. Of course, Anna is independent, smart and able to take care of herself. But it's better when there is someone to rely on, someone to laugh with."

The royal family:

"Kristoff can stay in charge and look after everything. He's going to be part of the royal family soon, so let him get used to it."

Anna loved when Kristoff cooked for her, especially a fish soup(but not the Flemingard at all)

Anna, when Kristoff forgot her:

"She couldn't imagine a world in which Kristoff didn't know her. In which he did not love her."

Kristoff kissed Anna's hands.

Anna stood on tiptoe, kissed him and ran to the stables. Kristoff turned to Elsa and his smile immediately disappeared. "Will you look after her?"

Kristoff lost memory, but Anna doesn't:

"She thought of this hard worker from the mountains, who won her heart with his love for ice, his manner of speaking for his reindeer, his addiction to culinary fads.

Kristoff. Her Kristoff. Memories flooded Anna. Their first kiss when she gave him a sleigh, their first charade game. The moment when he got down on one knee and proposed to her. Kristoff, her Kristoff.

No, she can not accept, just can not that Kristoff's love vanishes because of some undead thing."

She reminds him that she still love him:

"She went up to him and kissed him on the lips. "I love you. And you love me and we have our whole life ahead of us. I'll come back and you'll remember everything again."

When the evil was defeated:

"Anna snuggled closer to Kristoff and put her head on his shoulder. "Delicious. Perfect." whispered she. Kristoff hugged her."

By the way, Anna still hates Hans and she said he was not so handsome.

translated by me from a non-English language.

[kiridarling]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

request | Can I have royalty au (soon to be king bakugou) (and soon to be queen reader) , katsuki and reader are supposed to be getting married (not to eachother) but they end up sneaking around and doing IT with eachother so top!kats , exhibition , begging , dumbification and spanking THANK YOU💞💞

this lovely request was submitted for the kissing booth event (the rest of the drabbles come out soon, ahem :)) so, if this was your request, um...hAHA whoops.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, royalty!au, infidelity, nondescript!fiancés, angst (gasp), fingering, exhibitionism, dumbification + more! minors dni!

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“C'mon, princess...can I make you feel good once last time?

You're getting married.

No more ignorance is bliss, no more I didn't know any better—this is when you put all your childish antics to the side and fucking woman up, now in charge of the safety of your kingdom and its inhabitants and whatnot. So yes, you must snuff all your adolescent tendencies, and that includes sleeping with the Crowned Prince of the neighboring kingdom behind your fiancé's backs.

But, boys are stubborn. And stupid.

Ding ding ding!

"Excuse me, Everyone!" Your fiancé announces to the crowd in your dining room as he stumbles to his feet, spoon clinking against his glass. He nearly trips, but no one sees except yourself. "I would like to make a toast."

You frown. This wasn't a part of the rehearsal dinner.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for being able to be with us tonight," he says, shoving the glass higher in the air. As red wine splashes over the rim, you think to remind him that isn't a toast, it's the beginning of a speech, but your comments have rarely deterred the man in the past. "As you’re all aware, this marriage is vital. Not only for our kingdom, but for the neighboring kingdom as well."

Your fiancé regards the Bakugou’s with a lift of his chalice. In the coming weeks, two arranged marriages will melt the four most influential kingdoms into two, and your fiancé and his family had the genius to throw a massive Gala to celebrate it. You wouldn’t be surprised if they got off to the idea of stretching themselves so thin their hair falls out at age thirty; they won’t even allow you to choose the type of dress for your wedding.

"I would also like to thank my lovely, lovely wife, for just being so... lovely.” Your fiancé chuckles, accompanied by an uncomfortable massage to your shoulder. The guests find amusement in how whipped he is as he gazes your way expectantly, conceivably wishing to see you swoon at the compliment. All you give him is a blank face. His elation falters.

"You know, when I first met this woman, I knew she was going to be the love of my life," your fiancé shakes your glare off. You purposely block out the rest of his story in favor of folding and unfolding your napkin again, puffing under your breath at the cheesy comment.

"Sap," you grunt to yourself, obviously. You don't expect anyone to hear, but there's a snort to your right. Your eyes lift from your lap—and straight into Katsuki's smug blood red ones. He winks at you from across the table and your eyes roll at that, though there's a small smile playing on your face that's impossible to hide.

"Isn't that right [Y/N]!...[Y/N]?"

You blink yourself back to life, eyes reluctantly leaving Katuski's hypnotic ones for the pair that make you nauseous, "Oh—u-um, yep!"

The place bursts in laughter and there's even a little smile dancing on Katsuki's face. He catches you staring so your eyes divert to your lap, but his remain a physical force against you for the rest of the night.

*selene — the greek goddess of the moon

The balcony is much nicer than the ballroom.

For one, it's the farthest place you could have gone from the commotion, all the way on the opposite side of the castle. It's a solid five-minute walk when you aren't in heels and a heavy petticoat, but it provides a lovely view of your front yard, subjecting you to watch the early-sleepers leave in their carriages to call it a night. Meanwhile, *Selene watches you from her telescope the moon with a sigh and a sad smile, because she's the only one who knows how completely and utterly alone you will be.

You glare at her—the goddess doesn't waver.

Bitch.

It's no secret that Gala’s like these get overwhelming—especially when you're the center of attention. You see Lord Shinsou (Earl) stuff the eager Lord Kaminari (Baron) into his silver-plated carriage before looking around to ensure no one saw, and blanche upon seeing your figure stood on the balcony. You salute so he knows his secret is safe with you, and relief washes over his face before he too hops into the carriage. What a scandal, you giggle.

Plenty of couples resign home after that; it makes you uneasy. You're unsure as to why, but you have the ever-increasing urge to nip at your fingernails until you don't have them anymore, and jamming the sharpest point of your heel into the concrete seems like the only proper way to release enough kinetic energy before you explode.

"He loves me."

He does, embarrassingly so—so what's the issue?

There isn't an issue; there shouldn't be. He reminds you how pretty you are and you compliment his influence. Neither of you are marrying down. You look good together. The kingdom's future power couple if you will, where you two supposedly mold the great future in your peculiarly young hands. There isn't an issue. You're the one for him, and he's the one for you.

The balcony door whines open. You don't turn around, praying whoever it is will see that it's occupied and turn the other cheek. Yet, the stomp of whoever's boots only grow louder until you’re adjacent to a shadow of a being, his chin lifted towards the stars. You catch a glimpse of blond hair, though dyed a pale white by the silver moon, and you two stand in a strangely comfortable silence, watching carriages roll out of your driveway.

The silence doesn’t last for long, though. It never does.

"D’ya always go disappearing like that?"

You frown. "What?"

"I don't fuckin' know," Katsuki grumbles—he has yet to look at you. Seems like Selene captures more than one person's attention tonight. "Blinked and you were gone."

Your frown only deepens, and you return your attention to the courtyard. "I didn't know you were paying attention."

The ash-blond presses his forearms against the railing for support. "I wasn't. He was."

Oh.

"Said he wants you to come back, so," Katsuki clicks his tongue, carmine red eyes finally flicking your way through the darkness. You don’t dare look at him. “You run off often, or what?"

"Tell him I'll come back in a second," you sigh, balancing your face in your hand. Katsuki says nothing, but he doesn't leave, and you hate that you don't mind.

Until he points towards a couple crossing the lawn and says, "Oi, that's the Duke from my fiancé's kingdom. Fucker tried to poison my dad for the throne—straightened him out real quick.”

"Why are you talking to me?" You snap like a cornered animal. Katsuki lifts an eyebrow.

"What? I can't have a goddamn conversation?"

"I—" your chest rises and falls with a reason to why he can't, but you can only come up with one—and you don't want to think about it.

"Listen. I don't like these things either, alright?" He huffs defensively, so defensively that you have to take a step back. "If I have the opportunity to get some fresh air, I'm gonna fuckin' take it."

You shrug, supposing it makes you one and the same. The wind blows, not harsh, but harsh enough to ruffle your gown, and make the gold jewelry decorating Katsuki's tunic jingle.

“So. I guess this is it, ain’t it?”

You sigh, “Katsuki, you know we—“

"Yeah yeah, that's all you fuckin' say," he growls bitterly, and you blink in a poor attempt to find where the animosity came from. His face twists in an ugly way as he sits his hands on his hips, nose scrunched to mockingly pitch his voice that doesn't sound like yours at all. "We can't, we shouldn't—"

"Because we shouldn't!" You nearly shout, and Katsuki jumps from how quickly you raise your voice. "Because—because if we get caught, we're fucked. And I can't go to sleep terrified that I'll wake up to an exposé tomorrow morning and get beheaded by the afternoon. So...please. Just stop."

Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"You don't love that asshole."

Your throat feels tight—much too tight to be comfortable, and your chest rises and falls with disbelief as you search for the words before you can talk again, eyes never dropping from the stars. You've had this conversation, fuck, you have it too often; often enough to know that he would say those exact words, and enough to know precisely what you'll say in response.

"I love him, Katsuki."

"No, no you fuckin' don't," the ash-blond chucks a laugh and it's nothing short of acrid, his words eating away at your skin more than you'd like them to. You sigh, resting your forearms on the railing too.

"I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Always gotta be so goddamn emotionally unavailable, huh?" He growls, glare set on the mountains presented in front of you. You feel his suit jacket hit your freezing shoulders, unaware of the cool temperatures until you feel the cloth brush against goosebumps. It’s your turn to laugh bitterly.

“Careful. People might think we’re getting married to each other.”

“One day you’ll let me fuckin’ live,” he grunts, and your eyes meet for the first time. His usual red is dyed a deep purple by the moonlight, their usual hardness traded for something much softer. “Can’t even give you a jacket when you’re shivering like a goddamn leaf in the wind.”

You give him a look of utter exhaustion because you’re tired—tired of all this running around and hiding, the secrecy. It eats at your insides like a caterpillar does a leaf, knowing that you go to sleep every night to a man who’ll barely touch you, but at the same time, feeling guilty that you don’t need nor want him to.

“Why are you here?”

Katsuki clicks his tongue. His warm body settles behind yours, close enough to feel the warmth but not close enough to feel him. “You looked lonely.”

“I thought my fiancé told you to get me?” You ask, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Katsuki rolls his eyes, his arms settling on both sides of yours.

“He did. But I didn’t refuse the damn request either.”

“You saw my loneliness all the way from the ballroom. What an eyesight,” you scoff. Katsuki’s eyes narrow, but it’s clear he’s fighting a grin because you’re a little shit who loves giving him a hard time. The ash-blond’s chest rises and falls, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“You know what I mean.”

You snort, tilting your head to the right. You suppose you do.

“And I’m marrying a bitch,” he adds to his list of grievances, his hands finding yours to gently play with your fingers. You nod in agreement. A bitch she is.

“And...I’m really going to fuckin’ miss you.”

It might as well pass for nothing but a breath, eyes trained on your held hands. His chest suspends like he has more to say, but his teeth tear at the inside of his cheek before he can. “I—fuck, I get it, okay? I’m a selfish asshole—“

“This doesn’t have to do wit—“

“And I really, really need to get my fuckin’ priorities straight. I mean, they are, just not in the way they should be.”

“Hey,” you chastise, shaking his hands for his attention. “You can’t control who you love, okay?"

Katsuki grumbles at that but you refuse, turning around to look him in the eyes.

"And neither can I.”

You let go of his hands in favor of pulling him down via his cheeks and giving him a big fat kiss on the lips. It’s peckish and brief, but it’s sweet and gets your point across. It's comfortable.

“The hell was that for?” Katsuki asks once you pull away. Though you see him struggle to hide a grin, eyes squinting more than they should.

“Easy,” you say, stepping forwards (as if there’s any space for that), “You looked lonely.”

Katsuki snorts, dropping his head, “Bastard.”

“And I’m being married off to an asshole,” you lament, pulling his face so close to the point you’re sure the strain on his back has got to be anything but sexy. He accommodates anyways—Katsuki always has; and night seems to suspend along with his baited breath as he waits for the next line, eyes shining with a painful hope you’re about to confirm.

“And I’m really, really going to miss you,” you say, shaking your head at how utterly true that statement is. Fuck.

The vulnerability slowly fades from his eyes at that, and Katsuki hums, clammy hands finding their rightful place around your hips.

“You shouldn’t call him an asshole, you know,” he says, face inching so close you can smell the champagne on his breath. “He means well.”

“I didn’t know you cared,” you quip back, raising an eyebrow. Katsuki shrugs, and you don’t realize he’s backing you up until your back kisses the cool railing.

“Well. I can’t help but feel a little bad,” he says cheekily as he inches closer, “��Cause I make you feel so good, don’t I, Princess? Last time I checked, better than he ever could.”

You scoff at his audacity though it’s all good-natured, eyes preferring the moon over his heated gaze as he turns you around to face the courtyard.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, redirecting your attention using a finger on your jaw, “Eyes on me, Princess. You look really fuckin’ pretty under the stars, y’know.”

You snort at the compliment, rolling your eyes.

“‘M serious. A fuckin’ goddess,” he growls, leaving wet kisses up the column of your neck. Your breath hitches as he reaches your sweet spot and sucks, and you’re swatting him away before he can leave a mark.

“I sai—“

“One last time, Princess,” he bargains lowly as his hot hands slide their way from your waist to your breasts, taking their sweet time. Katsuki hooks his chin on your shoulder. “Lemme—Can I make you feel good one last time?”

You’re nodding with a whimper before you can berate yourself for being so fucking easy, the thought of not being able to indulge yourself with this, with him, any longer tosses any and all resistance out the window.

“Good,” Katsuki hums, tweaking your nipples through the bodice. “‘M gonna pay you back for being so good to me, yeah? For puttin' up with all my shit."

You scoff, mouth dropping to tell him you weren't putting up with his shit, but then a warm hand lands on your thigh—somehow, he's found a way under your dress. The hand slides up inner thigh and you feel Katsuki's chest shudder against your back as he finally reaches where you need him most.

"K-Kats—"

"Shhh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?" He grunts, pulling your panties to the side. You shiver from the change in temperature, watching another Duke and Duchess of half-drunkenly stumble into their carriages for the night, before there's a crack of a whip and hooves beat towards the exit. It's only a reminder of how painfully exposed you two are—one glance towards the balcony and any onlooker would know exactly what's happening. You hate it.

You hate that you don't.

"Atta girl," Katsuki purrs, groaning as he inserts a finger. You shiver, the weight of his being practically trapping you against the railing. "Always so fuckin' tight. I swear that asshole never fucks you right."

Katsuki's never been an impatient man and fills you with a second finger awfully fast, chuckling when you bite into the meat of your palm to hold back a whimper. His hips start to grind against the puff of your dress and he groans as quietly as he can, carelessly shoving down the sleeve of his suit jacket to bite into your shoulder.

You let out a broken moan much too loud for this time of night and it prompts Katsuki's free hand to stuff an equal amount of fingers into your mouth. "Y'know, something tells me you wanna get caught. You want the whole world to know how much you fuckin' hate that bastard, huh?"

You choke as Katsuki slides in a third digit next to the second, the slap of his palm against your pussy becoming nothing but obscene as your slick accentuates the sound. His hips speed up against your ass and that's enough friction to have the ash-blond groaning, along with the spit that drips down his forearm.

"So dirty for me, Princess," his hips stutter when you push back, tongue laving over the bite mark you'll probably have to conceal in the morning. Asshole. "You wanna cum like this, don't you? You're gonna cum all over my fingers in front of the entire royal court. Dumb little girl, can't even keep her mouth shut to keep us from gettin' caught."

You jam your heel into the balcony concrete so hard you positive it cracks before you're coming all over Katsuki's fingers, nearly choking on the ones in your mouth as you release the loudest broken moan you have that night. Katsuki's hips stutter against you and you're positive he's filling his boxers from the airy moan that follows, and his hand goes limp in your mouth before it slides out completely.

Your chests balloon in unison, his body draped over yours, and as you two catch your breath under the moonlight, you can’t help but think how much you’re going to miss this.

"Run away with me."

"I—" he does this. He always does this. He makes you feel on top of the world, acting like everything's fine, and then he pulls this shit on you. You look everywhere but him, nearly scoffing in disbelief. "Katsuki—"

"C'mon, Princess," Katsuki scrambles to flip you by the waist until your back is flush against the railing again and he’s cradling both your hands in his semi-damp ones. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t like, and it makes your chest burn. "Across the sea, people are movin’ over there and I—I know someone there, okay? Someone we could stay with, maybe help us get back on our feet an-and I found a fuckin’ ferry guy to take us across, and I can even pay him a little extra, o-or you, or—"

"Katsuki," you give him a sad smile, squeezing his hands tight. There's hope, too much hope in his eyes and it's fucking blinding. "Running away? I—this is—we have an obligation, we can't jus—"

"It'll be fine," he insists, stepping forwards and squeezing you back twice as hard. You sigh."I—the two kingdoms can merge or whatever the fuck they wanna do and then we'll be—"

"Katsuki."

"I—fuck Princess, I don't beg but goddammit, I'll do whatever you fuckin' want, get on my knees, I ca—"

"You really want to know what I want?"

Katsuki freezes. It's the first time you've ever seen some semblance of emotion in him that isn't anger or lust, with carmine red irises swimming in unshed tears—and fuck, you hate the sight. You want to shoot yourself in the fucking foot for what you’re about to do, but it’s for the best. It always is.

"Love her."

Katsuki looks at you, and his face drops, chest shuddering.

"I can't."

You drop his hands in favor of holding his face, thumbing at the hot tears running as they fall. God, Katsuki’s pretty—too pretty for his own good and he doesn’t even know it. His unsteady hands find themselves massaging your ribs and your foreheads knock together. "You need to try. Love her as much as you love me, yeah?"

"'S fuckin' impossible," Katsuki says with a wet snort, shaking his head with eyebrows raised. You giggle, throat impossibly tight.

"Almost, then? For me."

Katsuki’s red eyes stare at you through the darkness. You have half a mind to look the other way, but you figure you owe him this if nothing else, and as he lovingly absorbs your being under the moonlight for the last time, you really wish you could take your words back.

"I'll...fuck. Fine. I'll try." Katsuki resigns with a shrug, shaking his head. You two sniffle in unison and you suppress the strange urge to pinch him. "'M not gonna try to get over you, though. Sorry, not sorry."

You roll your eyes at that but it's all good-natured, followed by a choke you struggle to hide as his arms coil around your waist, "Then I won't either."

A genuine grin spreads across his face, and it’s borderline giddy—and a stark contrast against the waterworks. "She finally fuckin' admits it."

"Figured it was about time," you give him a wobbly smile before your eyes flicker to his, red blurring from being so close. Selene looks upon both of you with a reminiscent sigh.

"I love you, Katsuki Bakugou."

Katsuki sniffs before he laughs; it's wet, and near bitter, and he pulls you so close your face nearly shoves into his chest. "Fuck. Fuck, you're an asshole, you know that?"

"This is when you say it back," you bargain, squishing his cheeks. Katsuki presses his forehead deeper into yours.

"I love you too, Asshole."

He speaks with a softness you've never heard and it's like a gunshot to the heart, and as his lips inch closer to yours as your hands slide to thumb at his ears. One last kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?

Until there's a whistle and the click of footsteps. You and Katsuki jump a mile apart.

"Oh, [Y/N]! You're still out here in the cold?" Your fiancé asks with a raised eyebrow, but it seems like that's only an afterthought as he turns to Katsuki to say, "Your wife’s found the alcohol."

"Great," the ash-blond groans, understanding the translation—your fiancé is piss drunk in the ballroom.

"I do recommend you take her home. She's making quite a mess of the eclairs. And her face."

Katsuki heads inside without giving you a second glance, and your fiancé gives him a solid pat on the way in before turning to you halfway through the doorway, "Are you coming inside, Darling?"

"In a moment," you say with a smile. Your hand never leaves the railing. "Just getting some fresh air."

"Alrighty, then. I'll be in the bedroom. Waiting~" he winks, and with that, he's spinning on his heel, and you're alone with the moon again.

You watch Katsuki guide his inebriated fiancé into the carriage lovingly, with a smile on his face that isn't quite the one he wears with you but close enough, whispering whatever pleases her at the time with a chaste kiss on the cheek. You feel comfort in knowing that he has someone to love and someone to be loved by. He doesn't look your way—not once.

It's not until they drive away that you realize you still have his suit jacket draped over your shoulders. You don't doubt he did that on purpose, either.

Asshole.

[brattyfics]

Like That

Pairing: Rio x Black!Reader

Summary: You and Rio get to know each other better. Loosely based on ‘Like That’ by Doja Cat. 

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 3.5K

Installments: Say So | Like That | Talk Dirty

And baby, I want it, and I'll just be honest 'Cause I just can't front when I look at you

About six weeks have passed since Rio declared himself your man, and you quickly learned he took the title very seriously.

He was busier than usual with ‘flipping his game,’ and you were busy preparing to transition your shop, but you saw each other often despite time constraints. You agreed date nights at least once a week were a must, but when you couldn’t see each other, Rio made sure to end nights with a phone call. Virtually falling asleep next to him gave you butterflies, reminding you just how exciting new relationships could be. It took prodding, but he told you made-up bedtime stories and the boring details of his day. In return, you shared things about yourself— childhood memories, the crazy things your mom did to embarrass you. He was sweet and attentive, and you found it refreshing to be with someone who was just as infatuated with you.

On your second date, he took you to his favorite restaurant, a fancy sushi place with expensive rolls. He taught you to hold chopsticks the wrong way the way he did and even fed you across the small table, a couple of unfortunate rolls falling apart due to his prodding. You tried your best to hide your amusement at the pensive look on his face. For whatever reason, Rio thought of himself as a sushi connoisseur, but it was clear to you that he was still learning.

“You’re no better than me!” He admonished when he noticed the way you held your chopsticks. Like his technique, it was incorrect, but it worked for you— sort of. “I never said I was.” You couldn’t keep the amusement off your face any longer. “You’re the one who comes here weekly. I thought you were a professional, and we’re in the same boat.” He folded his arms on top of the table as he insisted you were wrong, but secretly he found your teasing endearing. Later that night, he called and gave you a cheesy line about loving to see you smile.

The following week, you had lunch at a mom-and-pop soul food restaurant that served the best cornbread and peach cobbler in the city. The owners, an adorable older couple, Donna and Gene, and servers alike stopped by your table to meet Rio. Donna gushed over Rio, showering him with compliments and extra cornbread. “Girl, he is cute!” She told you, failing miserably at whispering. He smirked as you rolled your eyes, but he handled the attention well, being friendly and personable even when Gene kept going on and on about changes to the menu, one chef to another.

A few days later, he called you up randomly and asked you to get ready and ride with him somewhere. “What should I wear?” You asked, hoping for a hint. You could hear him smile as he said, “It doesn’t even matter, ma. You always look good.” The occasion had turned out to be ‘Foodtruck Friday.’ Barbecue, kebab, taco, ice cream, and other miscellaneous food trucks were parked in a spacious lot in Downtown Detroit. You settled at a picnic table and shared several plates of food as you discussed the possibility of your own mobile ‘Mad Batter’ shop somewhere down the line. It got you thinking about the future.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” You asked the dreaded question in between bites of a colorful Korean fusion taco. He stiffened as he considered the answer. “What is this, a job interview?” Sometimes you saw peeks of bossman Rio rather than the Christopher Castillo you were getting to know. It happened seemingly out of nowhere when you asked questions he felt were invasive.

You looked up from the panko-fried shrimp, red cabbage, shredded carrots, and tasty orange sauce wrapped up in a flour tortilla with a frown. You had two choices: respond in the way he had or make light of the situation. So, you said, “Kinda. You’re auditioning for a spot on my roster, so...”

He stopped chewing the half-eaten dumpling and swallowed hard. “That’s not funny.”

“You better start taking the interviewing part of the audition more seriously then.” You wiped your fingers on a napkin, and he gathered your hand in his own, wearing a look you couldn’t decipher. “You got it, ma.”

You played a game of mini-golf at the local arcade. Rio stood tall behind you, holding you by your hips as he corrected your stance. You purposefully arched your back, brushing against him just slightly. “Like this?” You looked over your shoulder with the most innocent look you could muster, but his eyes were glued to your ass. “Yeah, just like that.” He answered in a low tone without looking up. You giggled as you took your swing, adding a wiggle for his benefit. You pretended to care about the ball as it glided across the bright green tarp towards the hole. “How was that?” You chirped, looking down the lane.

“I can’t even lie. I don’t care about the game right now. I just wanna watch you.” Your aim was terrible, and the ball never went in the hole without several attempts, but he insisted you finish playing the course. You teased him about it for days after despite his claim that he actually enjoyed the game because it was one of Marcus’ favorites.

“Stop lying! You just wanted an excuse to openly watch my ass.”

“Why you always gotta call me out?”

You shopped a cozy health and wellness store with hundreds of cool little trinkets for sale. Neither of you had been there before, so you took your time exploring, stealing unexpected kisses from the other. Rio took full advantage of the size of the store, pulling you by the hand and holding you close to his side.

He frowned at the large collection of shiny crystals. “A rock, really? What does anybody need with a rock?”

“It’s not a rock!” You hissed, head whipping around as you hoped the owner didn’t hear him.

“What is it then? It looks like a rock to me.” He picked one up, turning it over in his hands.

“It’s a crystal!”

“What’s the difference?”

“It has healing properties...” Rio snorted but strung his arm across your shoulder and listened intently as you read the info cards to him. When it was all said and done, he bought an aventurine stone to apologize to the owner for prosperity, well-being, and good luck.

The next day, he disappeared with no warning. You had been worried sick until Mick let you know he was busy handling something. It would have only taken a minute to tell you that, so you were (understandably) pissed. He showed up at the shop several days later like nothing had ever happened. “What’s up, mama?” The greeting that usually melted you grated on your nerves. All of your feelings about the situation bubbled up to the surface. It was hard to find the right words— you were still getting to know each other, so how mad could you be? At the same time, how little did he think of you to not say anything? Finally, you settled on, “I can’t do the disappearing act.”

Rio wasn’t used to answering to anyone, not even his child’s mother, about his whereabouts, but he put his palms up in surrender when he saw the serious expression you wore.

“You’re right, mama. That’s my bad. It won’t happen again.”

And it hadn’t.

But knowing ahead of time only made it a tiny bit easier, especially when he didn’t have a set return date. You were going on day seven (the longest you had gone without seeing him since you started dating) when he called to say he made it home and wanted to see you. Your heavy heart swelled with relief. You missed him way more than you probably should have, so you insisted on a night in at your place, wanting him to feel relaxed and at home instead of on guard somewhere public.

It had been a long six weeks without sex while he romanced you with delicious food and beautiful words. It wasn’t an easy task, but you knew as soon as sex was thrown in the mix, you would be done for, either destined to be his or ruined by him. It was a scary thought, but distance had indeed made the heart grow fonder, and you cared about him enough to take a chance.

He was set to arrive within the hour, but you were still unsure of what to wear, frantically rummaging through the dresser for something cute and comfortable. You let out a frustrated groan when your phone started to ring, thinking Rio might have come early, but when you look down at your phone, you see your best friend’s name and face. You swipe quickly, accepting the FaceTime call. “Hey, girl!”

“Hey, stranger!” You pick up the phone, so you can look at her. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” She replies with just as much sass. “I haven’t talked to you in what— two weeks?”

“We talk—“

“—text.”

“Okay, fine. Text. We text every day. What are you talking about?”

“That’s not the same.” She insists even as you remind her of the ridiculous amount of time you spend trading memes and food pictures with her.

“Anyway, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to wear between this, this, or this.” You move the camera around, showing her the different options. A black-and-white tank and short set with ‘Being cute is not a crime’ in a cute font. A fuzzy grey sweatsuit set with hearts, or a simple cream hoodie with matching shorts.

“Um, what’s the occasion?” You giggle at the look on her face, knowing she thinks none of the above are appropriate for wearing outside of the house.

“Movie night in.”

“You need help picking an outfit for movie night with yourself?” Her face scrunches up in confusion. “Wait, is it movie night with yourself?” You try to be casual about it, shrugging your shoulders in response. As usual, she sees through your bullshit and goes straight into an interrogation. “Oh, bitch. You been holding out on me!” She asks you five questions in a row without stopping to breathe before settling on one. “Who?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “...Rio.”

“Rio?” She frowns. “Like the guy we work for, Rio? With the eyebrows and the neck tattoo, Rio?”

“Yes, that Rio.”

“Wow.” You wince but decide it’s best to get it over with. “What? I know you, so I know there’s more where that came from.”

“I don’t know what to say! From what I can tell, he’s a decent dude, I guess, but you know what he does. You definitely know what we do for him! You don’t think that could be a problem?”

“It’s messy, for sure, and I can admit that, but I’ve been thinking about getting out anyway...” She nods. “Then, I guess there’s nothing else for me to say about that. You’re both grown, and you know what you’re doing.” She was your best friend, which meant she’d always give her honest opinion, but wouldn’t berate you about your choices. Just like that, you return to your regular discussion topics, everything from warehouse gossip (yes, even in the business of crime, there’s a rumor mill) to new music releases. Before you knew it, forty minutes had passed, and Rio was calling your phone. You promised to call her more often before hanging up.

You sing your ‘hello’ into the phone, hoping Rio can’t detect the shakiness in your voice as you clumsily pull on your bottoms.

“Hey, mama. You about ready? I know you’re sensitive about your space and all that.” He was referring to the fact that he had never been past the doorway of your home. Your home was your sacred place, so you were extra careful about who came in and what energy they brought. It was always nerve-wracking to let somebody into the space that you cherished so much.

“Yeah.” He picks up on the hesitancy in your voice. “Are you sure?” You nod your head as if he can see you before telling him yes with a giggle. “Alright, well, I’m outside. Can I come in?” You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. “Yeah, I’ll come unlock the door.” He whispers his thanks, and you take a moment to force yourself to relax. When you meet him at the door, you do so with an open mind and heart, taking in his appearance with a goofy grin on your face. As usual, he’s dressed in all black, wearing a well-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s casual but still so high quality and attractive.

“Hi.” You breathe out like a dork when you realize you’re staring. It helps that he seems just as mesmerized, stepping forward to envelop you in a tight, warm hug. He sways you from side to side before pulling back, his hands resting heavily on the top of your ass. He settles for a quick peck on the lips because he has something to say. “You’re as pretty as ever, darlin’.” He says earnestly, shaking his head as he steps back to look you over once more.

“Kiss me again.” His hands cup your ass as you devour each other in the open doorway. You forget your surroundings. “Damn, ma. Can I at least get inside before you jump my bones? I don’t mind giving your neighbors a show if that’s your thing, but…” You turn to hide your embarrassment, leaving him to close the door behind you as you gesture around the room as if you’re in an episode of MTV Cribs. “... here’s the living room. The kitchen’s through the arch. The bathroom’s over there...” He follows you with his red as you point.

“And the bedroom?”

You snort. “The tour stops here for now. Sit down.” Your tone leaves no room for argument. He settles into the soft couch while you grab the snack tray from the kitchen. Homemade popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and dried fruit gummies are on the menu.

“All this for me?” His arms snake around your waist so that you can curl up into his side. “What we watching?” You grab the remote. “I saw a trailer this week that caught my attention. I’ll play it for you.” He didn’t care what you watched as long as he got to be close to you, so it didn’t take long for you to get the movie started. He stole glances at you when his knuckles brushed against your bare knees under the blanket. You’re embarrassed at how wet the small action makes you, so you stretch out across the couch and place your bare feet in his lap, silently planning your revenge. The movie may as well not be playing because you couldn’t be less interested in the plot as you lightly stroke him through his sweatpants with the balls of your feet.

“Ma...” He warns, watching you in the low lighting. He’s come to learn you like to tease, but he doesn’t think he can take it, not tonight. “Hmm?” You hum innocently, loving the strained look on your face. He doesn’t move even as you sit up on your haunches and kiss him. It’s slow and long in the best way. He pulls you to sit in his lap. His hands roam your body as you grind down onto him, relishing in the feeling of the soft skin on your tummy. He sighs into your mouth as one hand finds your bare breasts.

He pulls away to talk shit. “No bra? You just knew I was gonna put out, huh?” He pushes the cotton material up so he can see you properly. “Perfect.” He murmurs into your skin. You let him kiss and lick and suck on your nipples until the pressure you feel below is too much to handle. You’re a quivering mess when he finally helps you pull the cotton material up and over your head. It lands on top of the television behind you, but neither of you notice.

You nudge him until he removes his own shirt, and then he lifts his hips to help you when you begin tugging on his sweats. They puddle at his feet while you spread your legs wide, desperate to get your hands on him. “I could cry right now.” You admit honestly when you finally see him, biting your lip. He arches a brow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing, darlin’?” His hips jerk when you take him into your hands, the cold temperature surprising him.

“It’s definitely a good thing.” You whisper excitedly, staring with wonder as he hardens in your hands. He barks out a laugh, stunned by your ability to make him laugh, even with his dick in your hands. “That’s really nice, ma. I feel real special.” Your eyes meet, and silent promises of all the filthy things you’re going to do to each other are exchanged. “You should. I’m about to change your life.” He throbs in your hands, loving that you find small ways to challenge him.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He wraps his arms around you in preparation to get up, but you stop him with a shake of your head. “I don’t wanna.”

“No? What you wanna do then?”

You answer him by slipping to your knees. You spit on his dick, stroking him up and down slowly. He watches you closely as you lower your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip. It takes a lot of restraint, but he lets you do your thing, slowly working him deeper into your throat. He closes his eyes as he concentrates on lasting, but he can’t turn his ears off, the obscene smacks painting a vivid picture for him. When you swipe your tongue across his balls, he moves to stop you, grabbing your shoulders. Fire dances in your eyes as you realize you got him where you want him. “I don’t wanna.” You repeat.

“You are a brat.”

You release him with a pop. “The biggest.” You admit, swallowing him once more. He groans, thinking he can’t believe you’re the same sweet girl who bakes in a frilly pink apron and begs him to tell her bedtime stories.

“I want you to fuck me now.” He stops you before you can bend over the couch. “Slow down. I want you on your back, darlin.”

You throw his earlier words back at him. “That’s nice. I feel really special.”

“You should.” He mocks you, instructing you to hold your legs wide. He wastes no time licking and sucking you as enthusiastically as you had done him. “You’re so pretty. I could eat this pretty pussy forever.” He compliments as you squirm in his hold. “You’d let me, huh?” You shake your head frantically. “No! You’d drive..me crazy!” Payback is a mother, especially when Rio’s the one dishing it out. “Wait, wait—“You whimper, clawing at his shoulders.

“What?” He cajoles. He almost wants to laugh at the distressed look on your face. “I want you.” You pout, trying to sweet-talk him.

“You have me.”

“Not like this. Inside.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Mhm.” You swallow, watching as he fumbles around with his pants searching for a condom. He opens the golden foil packet with expert fingers, positioning himself in between your spread legs. “You don’t have any pointers for me now?” He drags his tip up and down your slit, slowly pushing his way further. Teasing. You shake your head. “No. Just fuck me.”

“That ain’t polite. You gotta say please, mama.” You scowled, but he didn’t budge. “Please.” You pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster, sighing as he gave in. You cursed at the stretch, him at the way you squeezed him. “You feel…” He couldn’t find the words, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to gain some composure. You caressed the back of his neck sweetly. “You feel good too, baby.”

His hips stuttered forward, and you gasped as he worked himself deeper. You grasp his shoulders tightly, your nails embedding themselves into the soft skin.

“Yes!” You squeal.

“Like that?” He grits out, struggling to keep his rhythm.

“Yes, just like that!” You cry, moaning as he pounds up into you. His lips find yours again, and it’s bliss. Then before you can stop yourself, you’re calling him Daddy like it’s his given name. He groans into your sweaty neck like he’s in pain.

“You’re so nasty.” Overwhelmed and breathless, you whine your protest, “You’re nasty. Look at what you’re doing to me.” His eyes shift to where you’re connected. You’re creaming all over him and leaking down onto the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to care about anything other than coming. You do just that, mewling as you make an even bigger mess between your legs. He whispers filthy things into your ear as he finishes, grunting at the way you seem to be sucking him in even deeper.

“That was—“

“—unreal.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you can bring yourself to move. Your sweat-covered skin sticks together. You swipe your hand against your forehead while he pants.

“I wanted to ride you at least once tonight, but after that, I’ll be lucky to make it to bed.”

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[softcallofdutyimagines]

And I love Her

Frank woods x E's Bell

Content trade with @efingart! Woods and Bell have been together for a decent time now, but even after all this while of developing their relationship... Frank still harbors some insecurities

Soft light filters into a grey, empty room. Rain pours and pours outside the window. Bell rests on the lone couch in silence. The cheap little television drones on in front of her, cutting in and out of the set channel whenever the storm crescendos.

That's alright, she's not watching anyway.

She takes a sip of her tea. It's long since cold, but she hardly notices.

The front door slams open, clattering precariously against it's loose hinges. Snapped out of her morning ritual, Bell comes to life. She jumps, "Holy shit"

Frank Woods darts into their home, and leans against the door to barricade it shut. Soaked to the bone, he shakes his head out aggressively, sending water splattering all over the walls.

"Damn. Fuckin' hurricane out there...", He mutters and drops a bag of groceries from one hand, and in the other, holding so-

"Welcome back", Bell jokes.

"Fuck!", Frank jumps. On instinct, years of learned behavior has him reach for a sidearm that isn't there. He snaps to face her, hand grasping at air.

She seems unphased.

With a deep sigh, relaxes immediately. It's just her. "Jesus...", He breathes, "I uh, thought you'd still be sleeping"

Bell sips her tea, "It's 10 am Frank", she says flatly.

He checks his watch in disbelief. She's right.

"...What's that?", Bell has not taken her eyes off him since he entered. It's only about now that she notices what else he's brought home.

Woods looks up at her, as though he's forgotten. He looks over to his clenched fist, and straightens up with some pride. A few mismatched, roughly handled flowers wait patiently to be noticed.

"Oh these? They're for you", He walks over to her with long strides, before offering them with a shining grin.

The bouquet is pretty, but very irregular. If she didn't know better....

"Where did you get these?"

He flops down on the couch beside her. Bell puts the tea aside. That's twice now she's been made to spill some.

"Found em", he stretches casually, "Passed by some gardens on the way back. Thought you might like em"

"So you stole them", her voice is accusing, but she smiles and politely accepts and sniffs them anyway.

"I like to think of it as a little thanks for my service", he jokes and wraps an arm around Bell's shoulders, getting comfortable, "Do you like em?", he kisses her cheek.

"I love them", she says.

"Damn, you don't sound very convinced"

She rolls her eyes and kisses him back, "Really, I do", she gives a little smile and admires them once more, "So... What are they for?", Bell playfully narrows her eyes at him.

Frank grows a little defensive, "Whaddya mean 'what for'? A man can't get his girl some flowers just cause?"

Bell carefully puts the flowers aside, "Ok, now I know you did something"

"I swear, I didn't!", he laughs, then settles a little, "I just... You know, wanted to get you something nice for once"

"Well... I guess this sort of makes up for forgetting my birthday", she leans tiredly into his side as he draws her closer.

Woods rolls his eyes and huffs, "I said I was sorry! Geez... Anyway, did ya see? I got you a rose in there too", he grins brightly and nuzzles his nose to her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah... I saw. Very romantic", she assures him, then soon after gives him a solid swat, "Since when are you this soft anyway?", she laughs.

He growls playfully, "Oh I'm sorry", he nips her ear, "would you rather me be rough?"

Frank kisses the spot before any effort can be made from her to pull away, or worse, get him back. Leaning against her with just enough weight, he applies a couple more kisses for good measure, ending in laying her down beneath him.

"I'll think about it", she laughs. Bell kisses him softly, holding his cheek and chin in each hand. When they part, she gives his beard a little tug before twirling the bristly hair through her fingers, "I missed you this morning"

"After a night like that, I'd miss me too", he laughs crassly.

Bell clicks her tongue and gives him a shove. Not too hard, but just enough to disrupt his precarious balance. Of course, he takes the opportunity to have some fun. Woods rolls off the couch and to the floor, Bell locked in his arms, falling down with him.

He gives a victorious growl as she yelps in surprise. At least he had the courtesy to let her land on top.

With the wind nearly knocked out of her, Woods takes the opportunity of silence to get another word in. He kisses her parted lips, "I missed you too baby"

She makes a face and swats his chest again. He laughs, but lets her go. Bell sighs and sits up, safely on the floor. She stretches, then leans over to pull the blanket down after her. Before she can lay back down with it, Frank snatches two pillows and situates one of them below for her to rest her head.

Bell gives him a playfully suspicious look, but says nothing as she accepts the gift.

Outside, the rain continues to pour. Loud, hollow strikes pelt against the siding and windows. Damn rain sounds like it's coming down sideways.

A bitter howl of wind pierces the morning air. The windows rattle in response. Bell sighs, looking up at the ceiling as she lays. Woods takes her stray hand in his, "Scared?", he jokes.

"It's such a shitty day out... Was kind of hoping for some sun is all", she turns to look at him. Woods is propped up on his elbow, listening intently to her troubles.

Bell pauses, a little caught off guard, "What... You've got a look"

"What? Psh...", he turns away, "Nah, there's no look. I'm just... Listening. Thinkin', you know"

Bell huffs a laugh, "About?"

"Ah, nothin'... Just wish I could give you a nicer day to go with those flowers"

"I wouldn't worry about that... I've got some fresh flowers new flowers and you brought the Guinness. Right? What more could a girl ask for", she looks over, but his mind still seems... Somewhere else.

"Was there... Something else?", she probes.

Woods looks at her for a long while... His gaze softens, "Ah nothing... Just that- I'm the luckiest guy in the world"

Bell laughs, "Guess you'd have to be, to make it through all the shit you have. Frank the unkillable, and all, right?"

He groans, "Jesus, don't go saying that around Mason will ya? He'll think you heard it from me"

Bell laughs. A real one, this time.

It's been a long time since he's heard her quite like that.

"Anyway, nah I was thinking more like... Got lucky with you"

Bell rolls her eyes, "Psh, please. You're not the first guy I've been with, you know"

"Hey, come on!", he laughs, "I'm trying to say something here!"

"Well then say it", she huffs a laugh back and rolls to face him. Bell rests a hand on Frank's chest, the other props up her cheek. Back and forth in tiny motions, a lone finger sweeps side to side along the muscle.

Thank fuck for this old flannel... He fears the pounding heartbeat would betray him.

"I just... You know- I never thought... I didn't think a guy like me could be so happy, you know?", he takes her hand off his chest.

Holds it.

Admires it.

Every bit as callused as his, and yet... There's something so much more tender to it.

"Things are... Great. You know, since us, and all"

Bell takes back her hand and rolls onto her back with a laugh, "Damn. You are so full of shit today"

"Hey...", Frank sits up, a look of urgency etched into all those fine, detailed lines of his. It catches her by surprise. Bell's seen it all from him. Angry. Frustrated. Tense. Excited...

But it's oh so rare for him to look this hurt.

"Normally I'd say you're right, but... I'm tryin to be serious, alright? You know I'm not good at this shit-"

There's something about that look. She's so used to his layers and shield of sarcasm... It startles her to see him so sincere.

Bell changes gears, the personality she's let herself cultivate to match and counter his humor falls to the wayside. He's not the only one with a shield.

She sits up to look at him on an even level, "Hey...", her hand slides across the floor, delicate fingers intertwining with his, "Alright, I'm sorry. I'm... Glad we're together too, Frank. You know that"

Bell gives his hand a little squeeze and kisses his cheek, "Guess I never... Never thought I'd find someone so like me, you know?"

Frank's brows relax. From wounded, back to that same look from before. That one that makes her feel like the most special woman in the world. The one that reminds her that she's a person, and there's someone who sees her for it.

The one that looks at her with the kind of love she's only ever dreamed of having.

"Heh, I uh... I know exactly what you mean", he gives a small smile, and rests his head tenderly against hers.

Outside, the rain continues to fall, but the storm begins to subside. The winds are quiet, the thunder gone. Soft rushes of wind and water beat harmlessly against the roof of the house, like a great, gentle hush. Even the noise of the city seems far away, muted.

Like all the world has fallen aside... They are alone, but together, at long, long last.

Bell makes a small noise, dangerously close to discomfort.

"What?", Woods asks with a laugh.

"You're soaking"

"Oh, shit-", he pulls away abruptly, only to find that indeed, Bell is now just about equally drenched in rain. Fuck. He could've at least changed first before rolling all over her.

He looks over towards the stairs, so so far away... Then back at her. He can't say he particularly wants leave.

Ah, an idea...

Woods strips off his shirt and tosses it aside, shaking out the few remaining drops of water from his hair. His skin is humid; cold from the residual water, but warm from his vitality.

"Better?", he leans in smugly.

Bell tries to hide her smile, "Definitely not worse", she braces a hand against his chest, the bristly hairs tickling her palm. He kisses her once, then twice, taking note of the way her fingers bite against his skin.

She pauses to rest, while he steals a few more kisses. Bell returns one more and then, "...Here", she pulls the blanket up and drapes it over his shoulders. Hopefully it'll help him dry.

The material tickles against the hair of his back. Not very pleasant, but he can take a hint.

Satisfied, Bell leans back into his embrace. He lays back slowly, with a great sigh as he finally gets to relax against the floor. Her cheek to his chest. Her hand sliding between his fingers. Softly falling rain and quiet breathing fills the air.

"Hey... Can I- Can I ask you something?"

Always ready with a smart remark... Bell puts it aside this time, "Yeah?"

"Do I... Don't laugh, alright? It's just- Do I... Make you happy?"

She can't help but snort at that.

"Hey, I said don't fucking laugh!"

Bell thumps his chest, "I'm not!", she laughs.

Frank rolls his eyes, fully disgruntled, "Forget it"

Propped up on an elbow, Bell collects herself and leans over him, "Hey...", she takes his chin gently between her fingers and turns him back to meet her gaze, "I'm sorry, alright? I just... I didn't think you felt like you had to ask", she follows the statement with a small, confused huff of laughter.

"Yeah, well.... Just gotta make sure. I can't afford to fuck this up, you know?"

"... How do you mean?"

His eyes shoot over, locking onto hers. The wrinkles around his face tighten, a deathly serious look coming over him, as though the answer to her question should be obvious.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'what do I mean' ?", he crawls his arms along the floor, propping himself on his elbows, "Mila if I lost you it would be the fucking death of me"

"Pft, come on Fra-"

"No, I'm serious", he cuts her off immediately, not even entertaining the idea of a joke. Woods slides his arms a little more until he's sat up straight, all the while, he never stops looking at her.

His eyes are so intense... It's rare to see them like this outside of the warzone. Even in the hazy grey of the filtered, morning rain they seem crystal bright, like little glimpses of the fire within him.

He takes either side of her jaw in his callused hands and holds her in a kiss for one, long while... Hardly an inch separates them when he's finished. His voice is low and quiet. Soft, unlike she's ever heard before.

It's a whisper as though these words are meant only for her, "I've never been this happy... In my entire, fucking life. Didn't even know I could feel like this. You make me happy, Mila. And... I guess I just want to know... You know, if I'm worth keeping around"

His hands begin to fall, slipping away from her skin as he breaks the hold he has on her gaze. Mila's hands slide up his arms, catching his wrists before they can slip too far. He may have stopped looking... But she can't tear her eyes away.

"What makes you think you wouldn't be?"

He scoffs, "You gotta ask? Look around... No one's ever stayed before. I know what I'm like. I guess... I just don't see what you see"

As he finishes his statement, she lets their hands slide down together. She holds them firmly in her lap, giving a squeeze of comfort. He's right.

She knows it. He knows it. No one would say otherwise.

He's rough and coarse and an incredible asshole...

And yet- He's loyal and passionate and strong, even in the face of odds that leave everyone else shaken.

Odds like hers.

All that shit... Perseus, Adler, the CIA. God, she hardly even knows who she is anymore. Just when she thought she understood one thing, there's another twist just a few steps away and even still, everything can be... Confusing. The memories, the nightmares, the doubt.

Yet through it all, as fucked as everything is... There's one man who's been there all along the way.

It wasn't always easy. It wasn't all sharing a bed and good morning kisses and gifts of stolen, garden flowers... But it was always him.

Where are the words to describe such things? Bell hardly claims to be better with words than him, but damn if she won't try. All she can do is tell him how she feels. How much he means to her.

His support.

His strength.

His love.

When the words have stopped. When all is said. Something more like a common understanding is had. He may not think of himself as much... Hell, she feels the same way about herself-

But he's more than enough to her. And that's all that matters to him.