#AND AN EXCELLENT LLOYD!!!!!!!!!

[twingeof-cosmic-angst]

I can't believe they made an entire audio out of "Autism be dammed my boy can work a grill" ianto may be missing social cues but you bet your ass hes brought activities for the barbecue (in case Rhys didn't plan any)

[localguy2]

(Episode 10 of DR spoilers)

Wow...

This... This whole scene from start to finish was just... God damn...

Genuinely lost for words, this is such a good finale for part 1.

Well, this totally doesn't have any horrifying implications... No seriously what the fuck happened here, it show us that they're literally all dead, and I don't know if this is my eyes playing trick on me it looks like that some of the masks are repeating, like I see what looks to be 2 Lloyd masks, am I the only one or what?

Sidenote:

Lloyd and Zane scene, my life is complete, thank you writers.

LOOK THEY'RE BROTHERS YOUR HONOR I DON'T MAKE THE RULES-

[short-wooloo]

Maybe it's because of hindsight and the fact that I already have the knowledge of how the manbaby fan boys treated him, but every time I rewatch Phantom Menace I'm befuddled at the reaction to Jake Lloyd's acting

Like, what is it about his portrayal as Anakin that was so terrible? This isn't even bad acting by child actor standards, Jake Lloyd pulls off the role very well, he plays a child in the SW universe,and more specifically he plays exactly what Anakin is in Ep I, an excitable, kind, somewhat naive little boy

[spin-in-time]

Ninjago s1 and s2 i miss you so fucking bad . ;;;;;;;;;;;; i have to rewatch them, My God....

Lloyd and garmadon angst around the s1 finale, I MISS YOU, DO YOU WANT ME TO BAWL MY EYES OUT . ;;;;;

[livvyofthelake]

will my dad stop being annoying about me getting a Real Job if my retail job gives me a promotion. big question. i’m gonna go with no

[firstsqualler]

what do I have to do to get a phantom of the opera movie directed by Baz Luhrmann

[mxanigel]

Trails to Azure AAAAAAAH sobbing happy tears at the ending. Yes, we've experienced it before, but it was honestly even better a second time.

Beyond thankful for all of the Geofront efforts getting incorporated into the NISA localization of this game. (Yes, even the worst chest message puns.)

I love Lloyd and the Special Support Section so damn much.

[herbofgraceandpeace]

These two characters in The Robe are discussing the Roman practice of slavery, and I am OBSESSED with how the author articulates the implications of slavery.

Benjamin, a Samaritan living in Athens, points out to Marcellus, a young Roman who owns slaves, that if you believe you can own slaves than you are denying that humans are made in the image of God and are inherently different from the animals and thus posses dignity and value (duh).

Marcellus is offended at being called out for his hypocrisy in saying slavery is bad while still owning slaves himself (the hypocrisy and self-justification are so real). He tries to defend himself and his family by saying they treat their salves “well” and thus the salves are actually better off.

Benjamin points out that if you buy and sell another human being just like you do an animal then you are acting as if the only difference in value between a persons and an animal is quantitative. He argues that either you believe all humans have this inherent worth and dignity as God’s children or you believe no one does. The moment you treat another human being as a beast of burden, you throw out your whole case for possessing this inherent worth yourself.

Your slave still has all the right to claim this inherent worth and dignity—his/her status is unchanged by your treatment and denial of his/her humanity. But you yourself cannot claim to believe this about yourself or anyone else because you have shown that you view humans and animals as being equal

[doodles-with-noodles]

Goober Lloyd has received some interesting reactions

I remembered my Goober 💚

[nymphoutofwater]

Here's a remade masterpost of free and full shakespeare adaptations! Thanks @william-shakespeare-official for this excellent post. Unfortunately, a lot of the links in it are broken, so I thought I'd make an updated version (also I just wanted to organize things a bit more)

Anthony and Cleopatra: ~ Josette Simon, Antony Byrne & Ben Allen - 2017

As You Like It: ~ At Wolfe Park - 2013 ~ Kenneth Brannagh's - 2006

Coriolanus: ~ NYET Alumni - 2016 ~ Tom Hiddleston - 2014 ~ Ralph Fiennes - 2011

Cymbelline: ~ Michael Almereyda's - 2014

Hamlet: ~ David Tennant - 2009 ~ Ethan Hawke & Diane Venora - 2000 ~ Kenneth Branagh's - 1989 ~ BCC's Part One & Two - 1990 ~ Broadway - 1964 ~ Christopher Plummer - 1964 ~ Laurence Olivier's - 1948

Henry IV: ~ BBC's Part One & Two - 1989 ~ The Brussel's Shakespeare Society's - 2017

Henry V: ~ The BBC's - 1990 ~ Laurence Olivier's - 1944

Julius Caesar: ~ Phyllida Lloyd's - 2019 ~ The BBC's - 1979 ~ John Gielgud - 1970

King Lear: ~ The RSC's - 2008 ~ Laurence Olivier - 1983 ~ The BBC's - 1975 ~ James Earl Jones - 1974 ~ Orson Wells - 1953

Love's Labour's Lost: ~ Calvin University - 2016

Macbeth: ~ Antoni Cimolino & Shelagh O'Brien's - 2017 ~ Ian McKellen & Judi Dench - 1969 ~ Sean Connery - 1961

Measure for Measure: ~ Hugo Weaving - 2019 ~ The BBC's - 1990

The Merchant of Venice: ~ Al Pacino - 2004 ~ Trevor Nunn & Chris Hunt - 2001 ~ The BBC's - 1980 ~ Lawrence Olivier - 1973

The Merry Wives of Windsor: ~ The Royal Shakespeare Company's - 1982

A Midsummer Night's Dream: ~ Oliver Chris & Gwendoline Christie - 2019 ~ City of Columbus's - 2018 ~ Julie Taymor's - 2014 ~ The Globe's - 2013 ~ The BBC's - 1988 ~ Lindsay Duncan & Alex Jennings - 1986

Much Ado About Nothing: ~ Shakespeare in the Park - 2019 ~ David Tennant & Catherine Tate - 2011 ~ Kenneth Branagh - 1993 ~ The BBC's - 1984

Othello: ~ The BBC's Part One & Two - 1990

Richard II: ~ David Tennant - 2013 ~ Deborah Warner's - 1997 ~ The BBC's - 1978

Richard III: ~ Ian McKellen - 1995 ~ Laurence Olivier - 1955

Romeo and Juliet: ~ Simon Godwin's - 2021 ~ The BBC's - 1988 ~ Laurence Harvey & Susan Shentall - 1954

The Taming of the Shrew: ~ Ontario production? ~ American Conservatory Theater - 1976 ~ Richard Burton & Elizabeth Taylor - 1967 ~ Mary Pickford & Samuel Taylor - 1929

The Tempest: ~ Gregory Doran's - 2017 ~ The BBC's - 1988

Timon of Athens: ~ Barry Avrich's - 2024

Troilus and Cressida: ~ Audio Production ~ This one I found on youtube? - 2016

Titus Andronicus: ~ Anthony Hopkins - 1999

Twelfth night: ~ Texas Shakespeare Festival's - 2015 ~ Alec Guinness, Joan Plowright & Ralph Richardson - 1970

Two Gentlemen of Verona: ~ Katherine Steweart's - 2018 ~ The BBC's

The Winter's Tale: ~ Antony Sher - 1999 (Warning: they don't have a bear...)

Bonuses:

Time Loop Hamlet! (A personal fav of mine)

Rock Opera Hamlet???

Shakespeare animated tales

The Complete Works Of Shakespeare Abridged comedy

Romeo and Julieta: A Día de los Muertos Love Story

There’s also many other Latine Shakespeare adaptations listed in this archive

From the original post:

A Midwinter's Tale, about a man trying to make Hamlet.

Russian Hamlet here

Here's Scotland, PA, the 2001 modern Macbeth retelling.

Rave Macbeth for anyone interested is here.

This one is the Taming of the Shrew modern retelling.

The french Romeo & Juliet musical with English subtitles is here!

Here's the 1948 one,

the Orson Wells Othello movie with Portuguese subtitles there

A Lego adaptation of Othello here.

Here's commentary on David Tennant's Richard II

[lovingpiastri]

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY (op81 x female!reader)

ꪆৎ who the hell cares if it is 2024! oscar's one true mission is to show you all his love languages. even the 'outdated' ones..

warnings: tooth rotting fluff!

dating in the modern world is possibly every hopeless romantics most haunting nightmare, their bane of existence if you will. unlike enamoured couples in the fifties, people these days have lost the plot of loving one another, & displaying affection seemingly became equally as difficult as scavenging for a needle in a haystack. most loverboys adapted into heartless playboys alike to all the cliché 2000s chick flicks that the protagonist has their heart stringed tugged by.

on the other hand, oscar piastri would never resemble anything remote to those ruthless segments of crap. afterall his most favourite thing was to cherish you and he had the most unique methods of doing it in this loveless generation.

1. illegally burning cds with all your most adored melodies and harmonies of songs. perhaps the riskiest one of all but it's the thought that counts . for the longest time music has been your escapism, and it's only fair for oscar to gift relaxation for you on a silver platter. sure he could create you a lousy spotify playlist , but it's the effort that adds the cherry on top.

2. sharing a sickenly-sweet milkshake in a time capsulated 80s diner that has been stuck in a forgotten for far too long . the delightful gesture has a silent intimacy, one that's almost to difficult to spot yet it's most definitely present. especially when your foreheads clash together on accident as you both lean in for a long sip of the vanilla treat.

3. holding up a much-too-heavy boom box outside your home, alike to lloyd dobler, in attempt to serenade you using only the most romantic frank sinatra song 'love is here to stay'. all whilst swaying to the sound of the jazzy saxophone and the amorous piano instruments working in symphony. oh what a dork!

4. even remembering the tiniest details about you never fail to make you giddily kick your feet, so it was excellent that oscar didn't happen to have short term memory loss! from how you prefer your coffee down to your silly catch phrases when something unfortunate occured. he remembered them all.

5. dragging you along to a much too exhausted photo booth, a machine in desperate need of repairing yet the damage was what made the gesture all the more amorous. the old strip of film was threatening to rip apart even when brand new, so as one would (or just oscar) he stored it in his phonecase, resembling a display case in a museum which entrapped the most compellingly stunning soul: you!

©lovingpiastri

[talesofourworlds]

"Psychic?"

One blink. Two blinks. Three.

"Somehow I doubt you're psychic, Lloyd." It was hard not to laugh at least a little. That was such a typical Lloyd answer.

"Huh... You know, that's a good point... How did I know that?"

Hmmm... There could really only be one explanation....

"Maybe I'm psychic! That would make sense, wouldn't it?"

[ronearoundblindly]

No Promises (2)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Don't Be Blue, Bunny Boy (see previous or LH Masterlist)

Summary: Lloyd underestimates how dangerous you are when he finds you wrapped like a gift in his hotel room.

Warnings for smut, but it's Lloyd so there's a knife, a gun, name-calling, cursing, drugging, dubcon due to somno, two a**holes in competition, unprotected sex (honestly, just never do anything Lloyd would do, okay? great. excellent. good chat), and possibly the best banter I've ever written gdi. Darkfic...but, like, funny??? For the love of everything, MINORS DNI. I have plenty else for you on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you! WC 2k 🫣

*This CT 2024 Challenge work can be read completely out-of-context from the rest of the mini-series (which isn't even written yet anyway, lalalahhhh).

It’s bad enough you took the keycard off that fat fuck of a target first, but failing to follow you smacks Lloyd’s ego in just the wrong way. By the time he gets back to his luxurious hotel room, he’s fuming and itching to shoot something. You don’t need to be a mind-reader to know this; the man is still a man, after all, no matter how trained and controlled he thinks he is.

That’s why you’re here, trussed up in a sapphire blue bodysuit, smirking at the irritation radiating off of your rival as his eyes rake the length of your mostly-bare figure.

“Darling,” you burst, posing like a ‘50s housewife by the armchair, playful and sickeningly sweet. “You’re home! I was so worried.”

Anger quivers his lip coat till he vaguely resembles a pouting porcupine. God, you hate mustaches. You’re willing to bet—if you really put your back into it—you could hump his face with such friction, it’d rub him smooth. There are less-worthwhile endeavors that you’ve completely only today. Why not experiment?

“You have some fucking nerve, bitch.”

Lloyd keeps his steps forward into the room slow and casual, though his ire is obvious. He stops halfway across the carpet, unzips his leather jacket, and tosses it onto the foot of the bed.

He seems surprised when you strut over without hesitation; he hasn’t handed over any weapons, but you haven’t asked for a reason. Lloyd’s reputation is cocky, commanding, and curious—in that order—so he won’t start speculating till it’s too late.

Indeed, what possible harm could you inflict wearing this lil’ ol’ thing, huh?

As you get closer, his hand reaches out instinctually.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tsk in warning. “If you rip my lace, I will gut you like a fish. Understood?”

“Can’t make any promises, but…”

Lloyd, undeterred, clamps his hand between your legs and runs a finger through your folds, proving the crotchless lingerie isn’t in danger of typical snags.

The pad of his digit is rough and teasing.

“I think we can work with that,” he growls.

Oh yes, he’s definitely, perfectly, and predictably cocky. What fun you’ll have.

You make a show of gasping when he starts dipping two fingers into your heat, rolling your head as if truly undone by the minimal effort, and wait for him to watch his own ministrations, distracted.

Then you strike.

You grab his wrist, twisting harshly, yanking the arm behind him, straddling his shoulders so your legs pinch over his neck, and he turns slightly to nip at your thigh. You’re not surprised he still thinks he’ll win.

His steely eye winks as he looks up.

“Bet I can make you cum first.”

A dramatic sigh escapes you. You release his arm to sensually smooth your palm down his body, bending to whisper, “that implies I give a shit if you come at all.”

You fling yourself backwards, using the momentum to catapult him over you and into the side of the bed.

The mustache emphasizes his sneer when Lloyd pushes up on an elbow.

“I, too, like using a firm hand when breaking bitches’ spirits,” he mutters, reaching for his switchblade which you present instead, wiggling it in your hand with a grin.

“Oh, bunny boy, were you too firm to notice my gentle caress?” You deftly unlatch and expose the knife’s edge. “Now, strip.”

You tick the blade quickly for effect.

“Show me some skin so I can mark my two points so far. I know how you love to keep score.”

Lloyd rights himself, peeling his black turtleneck over his head and smoothing his hair into place calmly. “I can kill you just as easily naked as I can clothed.”

“Of course, cutie pie, and I’m counting on many little deaths.” You look at the knife in your hand, concerned. “Please tell me this isn’t the biggest weapon you're packing, or I’ll be so disappointed.”

He’s smug while unbuckling his belt and shucking off his pants. Lloyd Hansen now proudly stands stark nude.

You let your eyes go comically wide, but then your brow furrows and you shrug.

“You’re welcome to keep talking while I sit on your face, but otherwise… I’m unimpressed.”

Lloyd huffs with indignation.

“Fuck you.”

Like the footballer he used to be, he rushes you.

“Promise?” you coo, dodging him and landing a sharp smack to his butt cheek. It’s spectacularly sculpted, plump, and rock hard all at once.

“Oh my! Darling, you did not lead with your best asset…” You notice the faint scar on his pale skin and giggle. “Little prick got pricked, I see.”

Your amusement gives him a split second to grab you, and Lloyd uses the opportunity to shove you back into the window so violently the thick glass rattles its frame.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he spits viciously, not so cocky as before.

“Isn’t that what I’ve been begging you to do for me, sweetheart?”

Mouth hanging open in a taunt, one hand strokes him, the other warns. The tip of the knife you still wield barely grazes the notch between ribs where you could swiftly puncture his lung. Lloyd watches, fuming and mesmerized, until you transfer the pooling saliva to your palm and resume jerking his cock.

“A firm hand really does make you harder, doesn’t it?”

That snaps him out of it.

He scrambles to bend you over that same armchair you started at, and Lloyd’s version of prep is a single, perfunctory dig of two fingers into your cunt.

To his credit, you are dripping wet for him, so, though his need to check before chaffing himself wasn’t necessary, he rewards you with a beautifully debauched moan as he sinks to the hilt with one thrust.

Lloyd’s got something to prove.

Good.

He’s so focused on groping around to your breasts beneath the stretchy lace that you stick the switchblade deep into the chair’s cushion and hold on; whatever else you’re doing is irrelevant to him. There is only fucking. There is only feeling as if he owns you in this moment.

You let out a high whine and goad him. “Love it when you’re gentle with me, sweetie.”

That earns you an unhinged snarl and the pummeling slap of his hips against your thighs.

He’s so easy to motivate, a majestic maniac on a mission to turn you stupid, if only until the stench of sex dissipates. If the idiot would just reach down to your clit, you’d spare him, but Lloyd is a man.

A selfish, egotistical princeling who’s a good marksman and a shit human. Good, for the business you two are in. But not as good as you.

You sigh like you’re bored, sinking your chin to rest on your outstretched arms.

He stops moving, grunting as he pulls out of you and snapping one of your shoulder straps.

“Fine. You wanna put in the work, sunshine? You go for it.” Lloyd flops onto the bed, face up, his arms spread wide and high.

Of course, he’s going for the gun under the pillow. You know it, you’ve anticipated it, and you decided it would be a nice safety blanket to leave him, to keep him feeling comfortable.

So you crawl on top of him anyway, rocking yourself against his cock for a few seconds before shifting higher. You giggle for emphasis.

You’re just here to fuck him. You’re just here to fuck with him. That’s the truth, and he knows it. Lloyd simply doesn’t know the conditions of both your releases…yet.

“Such a desperate slut,” he rumbles as you settle above his face.

Before you cover your view of him, you pinch at his jaw and smirk.

“Only munches wear a fucking mustache.”

His cheek gets a condescending pat when he smiles back.

He’s cute when he’s having fun, apparently.

Lloyd licks his lips and slowly lifts his head to swipe at your entrance. “You owe me that fucking keycard.” He delicately kisses your folds before his tongue darts out to circle your clit. “And I’ll get it from you one way or another.”

You can hear the rustle of his hand over the sheet. Not even a solid suck on your cunt, and he’s already going for the gun…

“Oh, come on,” you plead, ignoring his threat. “Finish your meal, champ. I know you can do it.”

His eyes narrow, peeking past your mound as he growls, gripping your thighs hard enough for you to collapse forward.

Sloppy. The best word to describe Lloyd eating pussy is sloppy. He contributes as much as you do to the glide of his whole face over every intimate inch of skin. Because you’re sitting with weight mostly on him—some of it still rests on your knees—each movement pushes his nose, lips, tongue, and stache around with enough fervor to polish your raw nerves.

Honestly, it’s a shame he ruins the moment by slipping his hand under the pillow and pressing the silencer's muzzle to your side.

Petulance dialed to maximum, you whimper, “you said I could come first!”

Your hand falls below your navel, clutching the lace like he’s already wounded you, and Lloyd proceeds to laugh right into your cunt.

He doesn’t have time to form a comeback once you peel the sheer, protective layer away from the patch of fabric a mere inch above the opening of the bodysuit. If he’d have paid any proper attention to you, he’d’ve found it, but he didn’t.

The fumes of chloroform-drenched cobalt engulf Lloyd in the suffocating proximity of the bed and your body. He has nowhere to go but under.

The gun falls away once his limbs go lax.

You sit directly on his chest for the few seconds it takes to realign the inner and outer barriers of your dainty, chemical warfare, then you shimmy off of him.

He actually looks quite peaceful this way.

His features are carefree, his broad, smooth chest rises and falls steadily, and his…

Well.

Lloyd’s dick lays erect and proud on his stomach, unfazed by unconsciousness. It’d be an even greater shame to waste that.

“It’s ok, peanut,” you whisper out of habit now, forced to imagine the twitch of his lip, the pop of the vein in his neck. “This is your chance to make it up to me.”

It’s not difficult to take him into your still-sopping core, and once you angle yourself to grind on the cut of his abs, all Lloyd’s previous buildup rushes back. His ass may be the star of the show, but his dick is no fluffer act. He’s packing enough to nudge at that perfect spot relentlessly as you ride him, and you openly mewl as you approach the height of your orgasm.

You imagine he’d say you sound so pretty and pathetic.

He’d probably ask if this is the best you can do, but that makes you fuck him harder until you crash into a wall of pleasure, sweaty, exhausted, resting against that broad chest.

You catch your breath after a short while, skin humming with excitement. Absently, your hands paw at his sides for a tiny bit of comfort.

That thought gets buried in a tense heartbeat, and you climb off the bed, pleased to notice the sheer amount of cum and his softening dick means he finished, too.

You’ll leave that as a souvenir.

The plan was to carve a little message on him—nothing that would permanently scar—but you can’t bring yourself to mar such a glorious ass. That would be akin to treason. Seriously, if he had simply walked around you in a bathing suit with that thing, you would have slipped the keycard into his waistband and thanked him for his service to your wet dreams.

A bit of dried cum smeared all over his pelvis and dripping down his balls, his useless pistol still in-hand, will do fine as a statement.

You clean yourself up, snatching your real clothes from the closet where you hung them tidily beside his own, and give a gentle grip to his immobile knee where it hangs off the bed.

“Sweet dreams, bunny boy. Maybe I'll let you win next time.”

[Next Part: I Left You Something On The Body]

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

This work was written for the amazing and inspirational Cum Together Extravaganza hosted by @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420, but a special thanks to @buckymorelikefuckme for the earworm that would not quit. Poppy, you dark enabler you... I fucking love you!

Prompts: "Bet I can make you cum first." || Somnophilia || enemies-to-lovers || Characters A + B cum together at the same time

dividers by @/saradika-graphics (blue art deco) and @/cafekitsune

[thesinglesock]

I like how all the Ninja have their strengths. None of them are really "better" than anyone else, they know the same martial arts disciplines, and sure, often the writers have just had them mastering the same techniques all at the same time for efficiency's sake, but sometimes (especially in the later seasons) they show us how they all learn differently and are all the "strongest" in their own ways.

Cole is physically strong. He's surprisingly nimble for his build, but his strong suit is Pure Power. He can Pack a Punch and usually excels at things that require him to perform in short, yet powerful bursts.

Nya is the most in tune with her elemental power. It took her some time to get there, but once she found the right frequency, she quickly became the most dangerous elemental master in the world. Controlling the tides is like breathing to her.

Jay's strength is his creativity. He may not be the most in control of his power, the strongest, or that great at honing his skills in martial arts, but because he's able to think outside of the box, he finds ways to use his strengths that no one else on the team would even have considered.

Kai is the most disciplined when it comes to martial arts. The elemental stuff doesn't come that naturally to him, but he has a knack for picking up the technical skills really quickly, and so the elemental powers follow suit.

Zane is the most precise. He can't always master the most complex moves at first, but he never misses a target, and always knows where to strike to end fights quickly.

Lloyd is the most spiritually inclined. New mythical powers just grow on him like rashes. He works hard too, don't get me wrong, but if the moment calls for a new magic trick that hasn't been practiced in centuries he's your guy.

idk I just think it's neat that this is a thing they've kept pretty consistent throughout the multitude of seasons

[purplesoulcollection]

Hello!!!..I want to tell you that I really like how you write Llyod Frontera!!..Can I make a request for Llyod Frontera x reader?..Reader told Lloyd that she can hug the world so Llyod told her to prove it so reader hug him with a cheerful smile..

I'm sorry to bother you..It's okay if you don't want to

Wow Anonym, Your suggestion is gave rise to an unusual idea that I would never have thought of before, probably because it was my free day too. so thanks.

So let's hop to the story

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Princess and The Beast.

That's the sarcastic term used by nobles to discuss Lloyd and his partner, using a term that sounds polite but is actually quite presumptuous, making it seem like they’re not insulting either of them.

Why, you ask? Because here's the problem. Lloyd managed to pull off a (Somehow) clever trick to win over a stunning woman like Name, whose his appearance could easily be mistaken as a servant. When he misbehaved, he could even come off as devilish, leaving all the nobles and the queen herself in shock to this fact.

Y/N, with a captivating beauty that turns heads and draws both admiration and envy from women, standing next to Lloyd is a sight that baffles them.

There are no reports of an arranged marriage or any business dealings behind their relationship. Heck, even his parent's loudly said that they fell in love by themselves at a party where Lloyd's parents were invited because the nobles wanted to interrogate Y/n and Lloyd's relationship

However, the nobles refused to accept their love as the genuine one and began to spread rumors that strayed further from the truth.

The gossip ranges from claims that Lloyd enchanted Y/N, luring her in with promises of wealth and power, to suggestions that Y/N was unable to resist Lloyd's intimidating presence. In these tales, Lloyd is always portrayed as the villain, while Y/N is depicted as the helpless, weak, and greedy one.

so the pinnacle of this tale, they used the quote 'princess and the beast' to describe the two of them.

They truly are a remarkable couple, a rare gem that one would be hard-pressed to find anywhere else in the world. They stand alone in their uniqueness.

Lloyd, who prefers to avoid mingling with nobles unless it’s for business, enjoys spending his time relaxing or working on projects. This means Y/n has to take on the responsibility of interacting with the nobility and fostering good relationships.

The Frontera family, having ascended from powerless nobles to true nobility, certainly faced resistance from the established high-ranking nobles who had held their positions for a long time.

Thanks to Lloyd's revelations about the misdeeds of the nobility, these powerful figures were not keen on allowing the Frontera family to gain any more influence and instead sought to complicate their rise.

Lloyd's parents aren't particularly skilled in the realm of politics; instead, they are simply a genuine couple who excel as loving parents. They don't possess the ability to navigate political situations with a forced smile or maintain an air of sophistication when faced with unspoken judgments from the elite.

But Y/n is different; she hails from a family that values profit and excels in both business and social interactions. From a young age, she was groomed to be the heir, especially after her younger brother was born. Those lessons have shaped her into the strategic mastermind behind the Frontera family.

"Hey, Lloyd. The nobles are saying you coerced me into this marriage. What’s your take on that?" Y/n asked as she walked in to find Lloyd and Javier deep in conversation.

"Y/n, you really need to stop getting caught up in the ridiculous gossip from the nobles. I told you to ignore it!" Lloyd replied immediately, clearly frustrated by the increasingly absurd rumors, startling both of them until Javier quietly moved closer to join the conversation.

"Madam, the rumors are merely a reflection of their envy towards you two. They’re jealous of Mr. Lloyd for being with someone as stunning as you, while they can’t even come close," Javier said, his words genuine yet tinged with a hint of sarcasm aimed at Lloyd, who took offense at the implication that he was unattractive, especially coming from someone as handsome as Javier.

"Javier!!"

"Are you upset by what I said, young master?" Javier feigned innocence as he looked at Lloyd, who was biting his lip, struggling to contain his frustration and the urge to cry.

Lloyd realized that any reaction from him would only amuse Javier, who was undeniably more attractive and would only inflate his ego further. Even if he has to death, Lloyd didn’t want to be the reason for Javier’s growing narcissism.

Those of us who witnessed Lloyd's struggle and couldn’t respond to Javier’s taunts attempted to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"They also claimed I’d be better off with someone else?"

My comment interrupted their discussion, creating a brief silence before both men turned to me, their faces reflecting a shared irritation.

"They have the audacity to say that? As Frontera knights, this is absolutely unacceptable!" Javier's mind raced with thoughts of how he would confront anyone who dared to utter such words, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword.

"Y/n, do you mention this to make me scared?"

"I brought this up to gauge your reactions. You two are as tight-knit as always." The voice of Name chuckled to herself, amused by their responses.

Lloyd and Javier exchanged resigned glances, silently communicating about Y/n's knack for pulling pranks on them.

'Here we go again, Javier.' 'It's because she's a woman, young master. They're incredibly unpredictable.'

"Are you worried that you're not enough for me, Lloyd?"

"Nope!" Lloyd replied in a tone that suggested he was indifferent but his gaze averted, jaw clenched, and hands shoved deep in his pockets, gripping tightly as if to ward off a looming fear tells different story.

"You know I could embrace the whole world right now, right?" Y/n said like telling the new fact that nobody will know what the answer, feeling increasingly frustrated with Lloyd's unwillingness to be honest with himself.

Still avoiding eye contact, Lloyd responded flatly, "Go ahead and try!"

In an instant, Y/n wrapped their arms around Lloyd's waist, burying their face in his chest. The familiar scent of Lloyd caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless as he stared at Y/n in surprise.

With a bright smile, Y/n looked up into Lloyd's eyes, saying, "You are my world, Lloyd. So there's no need to worry about me cheating. Even if others are more handsome, I will always choose you."

As an imaginary mark appeared on Lloyd's forehead, he gently cupped Y/n's cheek and began kissing their face in many part of her before finally land lips in response to those heartfelt words.

"Please find your own rooms, young master and madam," Javier interjected, looking at them with a mix of disgust and reluctance to be part of their moment.

The end

[lunarbreeze313]

DR season 2 is tooooo crazy and excellent!

The anxious and super tired sleepy Lloyd in Season 2 made me wanna cry! He is so cute and brave.

I just imagined that if Lloyd felt something bad might happen to Kai through the visions that he saw, maybe he will try his best to hold onto Kai at least for a moment))))

After I saw the scene that Lloyd fell asleep on the ground at front of Kai and Zane, I also started to wonder maybe Kai will be the one who takes Lloyd to bedroom hhhhh that will be extremely sweet!