#faith is the only one who could kinda handle it. she would grit her teeth a little but she got it

[afarcryfrommymain]

I don't know about everyone else, but both with my personal characters and just the actual in game characters I don't think if the protagonists in far cry 5 and new dawn swapped places any of that shit woulda happened.

John says one word and gets a buzz saw to the face. Jacob wakes up one morning, and the Captain has chewed through the bars. Joseph does not survive the bunker. The twins' compounds are gone in 3 days tops. Joseph has to deal with a not-truamatized deputy in New Dawn and gets his shit rocked. I know this in my heart of hearts, and I am right.

[musings-from-mars]

@pollinationweek 2021: Day 1 - Band AU

They had been stranded here on the side of the road for a while now, and Ruby was not handling the fact that their van was seemingly broken down well, all while they were still hours away from their gig. “What do we do?” She asked for perhaps the twentieth time as she paced, her boots thump-thumping against the asphalt.

“We buy a new van,” Weiss grumbled, content with just staring at her girlfriend’s butt as Yang draped herself over the front of the van to check under the hood.

“About a week too late with that idea,” Blake said, also content with staring at Yang’s butt.

“Hey now,” Yang’s voice echoed from inside the van’s inner workings, her feet kicking up behind her. Her jeans were getting caught on the metal, revealing the top few inches of her plaid boxer shorts. So attractive… “I can fix this, don’t worry. I know Big Berty inside and out.”

Big Berty was an early-2000s era transit van with two hundred thousand miles on the odometer and a chipping coat of black paint. It was practically held together by Yang’s very hopes and dreams, and a liberal amount of duct tape.

“Yang, we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Weiss said as she stepped closer, glanced down into the van skeptically, diligently avoiding getting any van dirt on her white runners jacket. “Unless you can do magic, we’re not getting anywhere. We should just call a tow truck.”

“How much will that cost,” Blake asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Weiss assured her, alluding to her ability to still access her rich family’s fortune despite being disinherited. It would require a couple calls to a sympathetic butler and a particularly tech-savvy groundskeeper at her family’s manor, but she could acquire funds in an emergency.

“Okay, but how long is it going to take?” Blake added, pulling out her phone. “Because wherever we are, it’s nowhere close to a cell tower, so I don’t think a tow trunk is nearby either.”

“Ye of such little faith,” Yang said, then she tried to shift her position, yelped with pain, fell backwards and bumped the top of her head on the hood of the van. “Fuck!”

Weiss was the one closest by and caught Yang in her arms. “Careful, you dunce!”

Yang gritted her teeth as she rubbed her head with her hand. Then she sighed as she looked at Weiss, their faces close. “Heheh…okay, I’ll admit it. I think Big Berty is taking an impromptu sabbatical.”

“You mean it finally clunked out and we can get a new van?” Blake asked hopefully.

“I didn’t say that!” Yang said defensively, then stared at Weiss a little more. She sniffed and started to feign tears. “Don’t make me give up my Big Berty Baby, Weiss.”

“Someone catch her, I’m about to drop her,” Weiss deadpanned.

Blake volunteered to assume Yang cradling duties as Weiss sighed dramatically and turned to Ruby. “Hey, we’ll be fine. This is why we leave for long trips a day early, remember?”

“But it’s almost nightfall,” Ruby said, looking up at the orange dusk. “Even if we make it in time, we’ll have so little sleep. Gods, this is gonna suck, we’re gonna suck, I’m gonna suck…”

Weiss stepped closer, taking Ruby by the shoulders. “We’ll be fine, don’t worry so much.”

Ruby’s cheeks turned a faint pink, but she shook her head. “I just don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Weiss looked to the side and pressed her lips together. She remembered the last time they’d had a mishap. It wasn’t a big performance, just a local set at a club back home. But a combination of equipment mishaps, some rowdy club goers, and Ruby being on two hours of sleep at best made for a rough night. “This will be different, Ruby,” Weiss assured her. “We’re far better prepared now. We’ve got this.” She punctuated her point by leaning forward and giving her a light kiss. “Now come sit down while Blake calls the tow truck.”

“I just said I don’t have service,” Blake called while slowly lowering Yang to the ground since their drummer seemed to refuse to stand up.

Weiss pulled her phone from her pocket and threw it to Blake with a tremendous amount of trust that she would catch it. “I have service.”

Blake caught the phone with one hand and looked at her phone. “Full bars? How?”

Weiss didn’t answer, instead turning back to Ruby, who was calmer and more flushed-faced now. “Come sit on the tailgate with me. Maybe if you play something for fun that might help you settle a little more?”

Ruby’s shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath, but she smiled and nodded. “Yeah, good idea.”

While Blake called a towing company, Yang stayed on the asphalt for a little floor time, and Weiss and Ruby sat on the back of the van. Ruby had her acoustic guitar in her lap, strumming random tunes and chords as Weiss sat with her, her head on her shoulder. She chuckled as she listened to Ruby play. “You know what would be funny?”

“Hmm?” Ruby turned her head toward Weiss, pausing her playing to listen.

“What if we recorded a song right here? Like, on our future album or something, just out in the middle of nowhere?”

Ruby blinked and looked where she was looking. Besides the road, there was nothing but grass and trees as far as the eye could see. “It is pretty quiet,” Ruby agreed.

“Once we hit it big time, you know?” Weiss continued. “It would be a cool way to remember moments like this, just us in Yang’s shitty van. But hopefully by that time, we’ll have a bus or something.”

“Aww, but then we wouldn’t have to sleep in a pile like we do in the back of the van,” Ruby said with a giggle.

“Says who?” Weiss joked, smiling and kissing Ruby’s cheek. Ruby smiled and leaned against her, then returned to strumming on her guitar, playing a few chords from one of their songs that sounded a bit odd on acoustic, but was nice to listen to either way. Weiss even joined in and sang softly, though it was nowhere near her performance level register, like a soft lullaby. By now, Ruby’s worries about arriving on time had faded. Sitting here while Weiss sang was just fine with her.

Soon, Blake rounded the back of the van and sighed. “Tow truck is coming, should be about an hour-and-a-half.”

“That long?” Ruby asked as she stopped playing abruptly. Weiss sat upright as she looked up at Blake.

“We really are in the middle of nowhere,” Blake said, taking Weiss’ phone from her button-up flannel’s breast pocket and handing it back to her. “I also called the hotel and told them we’d be in late.”

“Should we…cancel the hotel to pay for the tow truck?” Ruby asked like it pained her to say. She set her guitar aside and hopped to the gravel ground, straightening her plaid skirt.

“I told you, I’ve got it handled,” Weiss assured her.

“Sorry, I’m just…” Ruby took a deep breath. “I’m anxious about us missing our gig, or running out of money…”

“Yang,” Blake called out, cupping her mouth with her hand. “Stop taking a road nap and come comfort your sister.”

A few seconds later came the thump thump thump of Yang’s boots, followed by her capturing Ruby in a hug. “Don’t worry sis, it’ll be alright!”

“Egh…loosen up…” Ruby grunted as Yang proceeded to lift her up and crush her rib cage.

“Whoop, my bad.” She gently placed Ruby down and patted her head. “But seriously, though, we’re going to be okay. This isn’t the only gig we have lined up, we have savings, we have, erm, a rich girl.” She gestured at Weiss, who rolled her eyes at her. “We’re good, okay?”

Ruby sighed and looked down, shuffling her feet on the gravel shoulder of the road. “I guess you’re right. I just worry too much…”

Blake stepped up and hugged her from behind. “Hey, while we wait, what do you say we put on some music, raid our snack stash and have a chill sesh until the tow truck arrives?”

Ruby smiled and leaned back into Blake’s arms. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Yang grinned and pulled Weiss into a rough side hug. “Yeah, let’s have a chill sesh!”

Weiss grunted and tried shove herself away from Yang. “No sesh is chill if you’re involved, and you smell like the inside of Berty.”

“Aww come on, you love me,” Yang said as her strength overcame Weiss and pulled her into a proper hug.

“That’s irrelevant!” She claimed feebly, failing to hide the smile that was overtaking her face.

Blake hummed with amusement, then kissed the top of Ruby’s head. “How bout you pick that guitar back up. Maybe that’ll calm them down.”

“You think so?” Ruby asked with a giggle, watching as Weiss still flailed in Yang’s embrace.

“Worth a shot.”

~~~

An hour later, Weiss had fallen asleep in Yang’s arms. The two had laid down in the back of the van on the mattress, and after Weiss got through with her complaining and Yang had pared back her teasing, they’d settled into a close cuddling position and were asleep soon after. Ruby’s soft playing probably helped, as did the gentle breeze that had begun to blow through. The sun was almost set by now, bathing the sky in a deep graying blue.

Blake sat behind Ruby, holding her around the waist she she played with her legs to the sides. She was playing a slow, light tune, low in pitch and a careful rhythm that came and went like a tree swaying in the wind. Blake had said it many times to her before and Ruby never believed her, but Ruby really was the best guitar player Blake had ever met. Even while casually playing while stranded on the side of a road, her music was masterful. Blake felt so lucky to just get to hear it. “I love you,” she whispered.

Ruby hummed and smiled, continuing to play as she spoke, “I love you, too.”

“Thank you,” Blake said, kissing Ruby just above the temple.

Ruby chuckled quietly. “For what?”

“I mean,” Blake said as she began to reminisce. “You’re kinda the reason this is all real. If you hadn’t been crazy enough to convince us all to abandon our sensible career choices and form a rock band, I never would have gotten the chance to fall in love with you three.”

“I did kinda ruin all of your lives, huh?” Ruby said with a giggle. Her playing was slowing and getting quieter.

“Hardly,” Blake said, tightening her embrace around Ruby a little. “Because of you, Weiss got away from her dickhole father, Yang escaped the fate of becoming some bored shop mechanic, and I, well…I’d be in a shitty apartment doing nothing.”

“You’d still be writing,” Ruby pointed out.

“Maybe. ADHD doesn’t do well without motivating factors,” Blake said and Ruby nodded knowingly. “This band, though? My girls? That’s all the motivation I need. I’ve never been this happy.”

Ruby smiled, now no longer playing, her hands frozen in playing position. She didn’t realize she had stopped. “We wouldn’t even get to be stranded here in who-knows-where if not for me, huh?”

Blake giggled and kissed her head again. “Exactly.”

They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the wind blow. It was properly nighttime now, stars dotting the sky.

Ruby yawned, finally setting her guitar aside. “Honestly…I’d be okay just sleeping here tonight.”

Blake hummed, turning her girlfriend so she could cradle her sideways in her lap. “Sounds inviting. But a hotel room with a bathroom sounds even more inviting.”

Ruby shuddered. “Don’t say that, I’m trying not to think about needing to use one of those bushes for cover.”

Blake snorted, looking down at Ruby’s face. “You’re such a dork.” She leaned down and kissed her softly, cupping the back of Ruby’s head with her hand. Ruby hummed into the kiss, then placed a hand on Blake’s shoulder and pushed. Blake slowly leaned back until she was lying on the mattress as well, with Ruby parting from the kiss and adjusting to lie on her chest.

“So you’re really happy?” Ruby whispered, her hand resting in the center of Blake’s chest with Blake covering it with her own, she stared up at the Edison bulbs they had strung along the upper trim of the van’s interior, bathing them in warm light.

“Ruby, being in this band is a dream come true. Being in this polycule is a dream come true. Hell, being here right now is like a dream,” she smiled and tugged Ruby a little closer. “I’m more than happy.”

Ruby snickered. “Sappy.”

“I know.” She turned her head to look towards her other two girlfriends, Yang on her side and facing towards them, face partially obstructed by blonde hair, with Weiss held close to her chest, the girl’s back to Blake and Ruby and her face tucked against Yang’s shirt. For a pair who loved to bicker, they sure knew how to cuddle.

Ruby noticed Blake staring and smiled. “I’m happy, too. To get to do something like this with my sister and our girlfriends, I just…” She took a deep breath and sighed. “Dream come true, like you said.”

“Sappy,” Blake teased.

“You started it,” Ruby joked, tucking her nose closer to Blake.

They faded into a natural silence, and soon, Ruby was asleep on Blake’s chest. Blake figured she’d try to stay awake so she’d notice the tow truck arrive, but no way was she moving from this spot until then. The music, the performances, the travel was all fulfilling and exciting, but these moments with her girlfriends were what made it all truly worth it.

Even if Yang was kind of a snorer. And Ruby was kind of a drooler. And Weiss was…Weiss. They were her girls. She loved them with every inch of her sappy heart.

[klvbxlove]

finally (chie x american! gn! reader)

a/n: i’ve got another persona 4 drabble. this time it’s dedicated to another cousin of mine, matt. i hope you like this, i lowkey had fun writing it! i think it’s now the longest drabble i’ve written so far (it has, i think, 400 more words than my yosuke one, damn). i do plan on writing a rise drabble for my other cousin, chuck, soon, but i also kinda wanna write a kanji drabble. idk which one to start off with, so i’ll see what my mind decides. but anyways, enjoy this drabble! :)

reader type: gender neutral

reader specification(s): reader is from america and is also a bit flirty LOL

genre(s): fluff, romance

trigger warning(s): none

summary: as much as chie loved being with you, she was saddened by the fact that you lived in america, which is far away from japan. however, one day you give her a surprise, one that she wasn’t expecting at ALL

word count: 2.9k words

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

key:

(e/c) = eye color (f/a) = favorite anime (f/c) = favorite color (n/n) = nickname (y/n) = your name

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

   It started with Chie meeting you online after finding out you were a fan of (F/A), an anime series she had recently started watching. Having been in love with it for years, you were glad to find someone else (regardless of whether you met them online or in real life) who also loved it as much. 

   Then it slowly progressed into the both of you talking about everything besides (F/A) almost constantly. Every day, whenever you woke up, whenever you were waiting for school to start, whenever you were about to go to bed. Hell, even when you were out with your friends, the both of you found ways to text each other! Also, both of you may or may not have stayed up on school nights to continue the conversations.

   Conflicted feelings eventually showed up at the front door months later, when the both of you realized you had crushes on each other but had no idea how to bring it up. Neither of you originally wanted to confess in fear that you would be rejected, and the friendship would end up tensing up (cliché, I know). But ultimately, the two of you got over that fear and eventually ended up in a relationship.

   And that is where the two of you are at now.

   Now, here was the thing. It was not as if there were any major problems throughout your and Chie’s relationship. It was quite healthy, to say the least! 

   So what was wrong?

   Chie lived in Japan, and you lived in America. 

   Those were different countries and two different continents. 

   Even before entering a relationship, the two of you initially had some difficulty having the time to chat with each other due to the huge time zones. It was especially hard since both of you were high school students who had to focus on their education. Although like troopers, the both of you managed to deal with the time difference and found time to talk. 

   And of course, Chie could not forget to mention this was not only her first relationship but her first long-distance relationship. It sucked not being able to see you every day (not including face-time calls. Sure, she has seen your face, but not in real life). Chie was not one to constantly watch couples. However, when she did, she could not help the slight jealousy in her eyes. She had no idea if she would ever get the chance to get a ticket to America or vice-versa. 

   All Chie could do, whenever she missed you badly, was to sulk. There was no other way to do it. Was it healthy? Probably not. How was she supposed to help herself? But then again, it was not her fault she had been raised in Japan her entire life. Same as you, you have been in America for a while now. And the both of you certainly could not help the fact that you were miles away from each other. 

   Of course, that was not enough to stop Chie from being sad about it from time to time. She had a feeling she would not see you anytime soon.

-

   The short brown-haired female found herself sitting alone on the bench, scrolling through her phone. Out of everyone in the Investigation Team, Chie was the only one who did not feel like going to the restroom. So she insisted on waiting for them outside. Although, that was not the only reason. She did not want any of them catching her reading her text messages with you and questioning why she was smiling. 

   But then Chie remembered one time Yosuke had caught her doing that. Yeah, he was the first (and unfortunate) person. As he had continued to tease her, she eventually got irritated and took out that irritation by kicking Yosuke right in his scrotum area. (**)

   Oh God, she just had to bite the inside of her cheek. She was already seeing him riving in pain on the ground as he held the affected area and the rest of their friend group looked on in either confusion or concern. Hmph, served him right!

   Scrolling up towards the older texts, Chie was reading a conversation she had with you. It was about how you wanted to visit her in Inaba and explore the town. 

   Chie: I mean, of course, I’m down to you coming here and meeting me. But let me warn you, Inaba is a bit boring. I don’t think you could even compare it to other places like Tokyo or Osaka.

   (Y/N): Babe, I don’t mind at all! And besides, you know I’m willing to visit any part of Japan, not just Tokyo. I’m like head over heels with Japan at this point BWAHAHAHA

   Chie: I think everyone knows. But knowing you, I think you would especially want to go to Akihabara.

   (Y/N): Hey, stop calling me out!

   Chie: You know it’s true (N/N). Eh, not that I blame you. They got cool stuff there. It would be nice to visit sometime.

   (Y/N): For sure! We should go together, too ;)

   Jeez, even reading old texts you sent Chie always managed to make her blush! Although they were not the only reasons for her blushing, besides your flirtatious remarks. On a few occasions, you would poke fun at her (Not in a way to make her upset, of course). You were lucky that Chie considered you more tolerable compared to Yosuke. 

   She could already imagine herself not bothered by you teasing her about something like how Yosuke did. And when Yosuke would see, he would ask, “Oh, so (Y/N) can tease you, but I can’t?! WHERE’S THE LOGIC IN THAT, CHIE?!”

   Oh, wait. Chie looked up. Now that she realized, she had not told anyone in the Investigation Team about her relationship with you. No, it was not because she was ashamed. Well, it was more of the fact that she did not have a logical explanation. 

   Was it because she could not find the time to tell everyone? Maybe.  

   Or was it because she knew that some of them might not even believe her? 

   Looking up from her phone, the brown-haired girl saw everyone else heading in her direction. As she stood up, placed her phone in the back pocket of her shirts, and followed the rest of the team, she thought, ‘There will be a day where I can introduce (Y/N) to everyone. One day. And I’ll be sure to do it!’

-

   INCOMING CALL: (Y/N)

   Chie immediately sat up from her bed at the sudden sound ringing. Her first instincts were to assume someone had broken into her room. However, those instincts vanished when she looked over at her nightstand and saw that it was her phone making that sound. When Chie looked at the screen, her eyes lightened in excitement upon seeing what it read. 

   “(Y/N)!” She said after picking up the phone.

   “Hey, Chie,” you answered over the line. Said girl could never get tired of hearing your voice. “How’s my favorite girl doing?”

   Chie could feel the blood rushing towards her cheeks again. You were not one to call her many pet names. But when it comes to you referring to her as “your girl”? Do you even realize the effect you have on her?! She was lucky she was not like this when she was sneakily texting you next to the Investigation Team! 

   “I--” she cleared her throat, “--I’m good, thanks!” 

   You chuckled over the phone. “You know, for a sec it sounded like you were getting flustered again. Don’t hide it, Chie. I know you sometimes clear your throat when I see those cute cheeks turn pink!”

   “H-Hey, shut up!” Chie retorted. If this was an anime, she was sure she would have had a tick mark above her head. “Why do you always tease me whenever I blush? I don’t get it, (Y/N),” 

   “It’s ‘cause you’re so cute, baby.”

   ‘STOP. OH MY GOD, PLEASE!’

   It wasn’t exactly helping that Chie had made some weird sound at what you had said. And it wasn’t any better by the fact that she heard you snickering. “Jeez, if you were an anime character, even though you don’t act like one, you would surely be a tsundere!” 

   “(Y/N),” Chie gritted her teeth. To hide her flustered form, she acted as if she was angry. “I swear to God I will...get back for you one day.”

   “Get back? Hmm? If I didn’t know any better, I thought you were going to say, ‘I will kick your ass.’ Is my girl getting too flustered now? How cute.”

   “Grrr, (Y/N)...” Damn it, Chie wanted to fight back against you. Sometimes (or more like, a majority of the time), you were way TOO MUCH to handle! You knew how to get her going, that was for sure. 

   “Alright, enough about that,” you spoke up, the teasing tone in your voice already gone. “I wanted to call you ‘cause I got a surprise!”

   At that, Chie’s eyes lit up in slight interest. “A surprise?”

   “Yep! I’ve been planning it for a few months so I can get it right. And now I think it’s the perfect opportunity to give it to you!”

   The surprise was more intriguing than learning about a new steak meal at Junes and practically drooling over how it would taste. Chie could not hold back her excitement anymore. “What is it, (Y/N)?!”

   “Ah, ah, ah! I can’t tell you what it is. You’ll have to find out for yourself, babe.” you snickered. 

   “Oh, come on!” Chie grumbled. “You know I can’t do that. You’ve gotta at least give me a hint! Just one hint! 

   “Well, how about this,” you suggested. “Just open your front door, and you’ll see it right then and there.”

   Okay, that was a bit suspicious. Chie raised her eyebrow. It was not as if she had little to no faith in you when it came to surprises. Coming outside to the front door, though? Just what were you planning? “Are you sure?” she asked. “You’re kinda weirding me out,” 

   “Just trust me on this!” you said. “I’m not trying to do anything creepy, I promise. Come on, Chie. Just open your front door.” 

   “Fine,” the short brown-haired female gave in, sitting up from her bed and exciting her bedroom. Maybe Chie was feeling a bit too doubtful about this. For all she knew, you must have sent her something like an anime figurine of her favorite character. Or even better, maybe you ordered her some food and had it sent to her front door! 

   “Okay, I’m at the front door,” Chie spoke over the phone as soon as she arrived. With her free hand, she unlocked the handle before fully opening it.

   And what did she see? Just someone wearing a (F/C) shirt (Chie was sure that was your favorite) and carrying a backpack. In one of their hands was a suitcase, and they had a smile on their face. 

   Chie was extremely confused. Did she invite someone to come over to her house for a sleepover? She did not remember, nor did she think she ever did. She highly doubted that this was the surprise you were mentioning. 

   A few seconds of silence passed before the person snickered. “What’s with the confused look?” they asked. Their voice sounded so familiar, but who was it? “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you don’t recognize your s/o! You’re breaking my heart over here, Chie!”

   Wait a minute.

   Wait a Goddamn minute.

   That voice. 

   That familiar smile.

   Her eyes widened.

   There was no way. Was this real? Was she dreaming? If so, someone needs to knock her out right now! 

   And she meant RIGHT NOW!

   Chie almost dropped her phone on the floor. “(Y-Y/N)?” she spoke up. 

   Their smile-- no, your smile grew a bit. “Yep, that’s me!” you nodded. “Live in the flesh, and not just some photo on a screen.” 

   ‘So it was you, holy shit!’ 

   Chie could not believe it. Her mind was feeling so many things. One part of her accepted the fact that this was real. But the other part of her was in disbelief. Chie had no idea what to do at this point. Besides, she already knew she must have looked foolish right now, and you were there to see it in real life. 

   And then the tears came. 

   Chie could no longer control herself. She practically jumped out towards you and wrapped her arms around you. She almost knocked you to the ground, but luckily you only stumbled backward a bit before balancing yourself. “Y-You finally came!” she sobbed into your chest. “You’re real! You’re right here, oh my God! I-I’m not dreaming, right?! Please tell me I’m not!!”

   Meanwhile, your heart felt like it was being pulled on tug strings watching your girlfriend cry out of happiness. You wrapped your arms around her waist to complete the hug and rubbed her back soothingly. “You’re not dreaming, darling,” you reassured Chie, “I’m right here. After many, many months, I’m right here.”

   Chie pulled away for a bit, wiping her tears with the sleeves of her sweater before looking up at you with a tear-stained smile. “I never thought the day would come when I get to see you right in front of me,” she said, “I thought it wouldn’t even be possible, either! You’re here, at my house. Speaking of which--” 

   Then the realization hit her, “--How did you even get my address? Because I don’t think I ever gave it to you after months of knowing you.” 

   “Well,” you scratched the back of your head sheepishly. You were somewhat scared that Chie was going to question it, but now she did. 

   “Please don’t kill me when I say this. But I talked to one of your friends, Yosuke, and I told him about my relationship with you. After a while, I tried to bring up the suggestion of wanting to visit you after I realized I have a chance of going to Japan. Then he gave me your address, and I kept it. Then as soon as I arrived in Inaba, I went to your house. I know that sounds so creepy. I’m sorry!”

   Chie would have kicked Yosuke’s ass (literally) if he ever did something like that. She would never approve of him giving any stranger her address, especially without her permission. And she would have kicked your ass for coming to her house as well. Chie would want you to consider yourself lucky since she understood where her friend was coming from, so there was no anger in her body. 

   Oh yeah, and it seems like Yosuke already knows about you and Chie. He better not have told anyone else on the Investigation Team. She was planning to do it very soon.

   “Don’t worry, I get it,” she said. “If getting my address from one of my friends meant that you got to see me, then I don’t mind at all!” 

   You were expecting Chie to yell at you about how creepy that was. After being shocked at her calm reaction for a while, the feeling disappeared, and you smiled, patting her head. “Thanks, babe. I appreciate it.

   “Oh, and by the way,” Chie spoke up. “Now that you’re here and not just on a screen, I’d like to do one thing with you. 

   Puzzled, you tilted your head. “What is it?”

   A smirk appeared on her face. “I want to kiss you!”

   Your eyes widened a bit. Now it was your turn to feel flustered (you could already feel it in your cheeks). You were not opposed to the matter, as you could understand why Chie would want to do it. You had no idea why you were feeling nervous in the first place. You cleared your throat. “Well, alright. I don’t mind,” you smiled. 

   “Oh wow, you’re getting flustered now, aren’t you? I guess this is karma for all the times you’ve made me flustered.” Chie snickered. 

   You sighed. Somehow you had a feeling that your girlfriend would say something like that. But you decided to brush that aside for now.

   Rewrapping your arms around her waist, you slowly inched towards her face. Both of your eyes closed at the same time as she placed her hands on your shoulders. It almost felt like an eternity for the moment to finally happen. 

   And then, the moment happened. Your lips connected into a kiss. 

   You instantly realized how soft her lips were, and you had to admit it felt amazing. You almost considered not pulling away for a while. Both of you did not want this to escalate into some steamy make out session, so you kept it slow. But there was a feeling of love and passion in it. You could feel the bliss coming into the atmosphere. 

   Seconds passed, and both you and Chie pulled away. You smiled. “God, do you know how long I wanted to do that?” you asked softly, caressing her cheek. 

   “I could ask you the same thing, (Y/N),” Chie answered. “I waited for so long, and I thought it would never happen in a few years. But now it has, and I’m so happy.” She rested her head against your chest to feel your heartbeat. “Thank you. Thank you for coming here,” 

   “Of course, Chie,” you whispered, running your fingers through her hair.

   At this point, you would have asked if Chie would let you inside her house. But you did not care about that right now. All you were thinking of was hugging Chie and never letting go. You were almost tearing up just thinking of the fact that you had been in a relationship with Chie over a long distance for months. It had been months where you two could not even have your first kiss or any affection. 

   And here you are now. Hey, you (unfortunately) might not be in Japan for too long, but it was better than not visiting at all. As long as you were able to spend every single second with your girlfriend, you were as happy as they could be.

-

(**) lowkey feel bad about hurting yosuke like this, but i felt like i just had to LMAO 

[himbowelsh]

Tough choice but may as well go in order. Guarnere, please. Thank you.

valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Bill is very verbal about his affection. When he cares for someone, he’ll say it loud and proud. He’s always had a big mouth, but that just means he ain’t shy about telling people exactly how he feels  ---  and he’s liberal with praise, when it’s earned. He also shows affection by standing by people, having their backs through anything. If Bill will fight for someone, it means they’re worth it; if he fights with someone, it means he loves them.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

*confused Guarnere noises*  what the fuck is a flower   Look. He’ll go to the florist, flirt with her a little bit, and pick up something nice. That’s the best he can do. He can look very handsome marching up with a bouquet in hand, but don’t ask him what the hell’s in it.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He’s not a fan of most chocolates. To be honest his nonna used to make her own  ---  she had a recipe for sweet chocolate that was to die for, and Little Billy was her favorite taste-tester. Compared to hers, store-bought chocolate just don’t cut it. 

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Let him handle everything and he’ll be a happy man. Let him cook the dinner himself  ---  he’s got a special love for cooking, especially when his partner’s gonna be enjoying it  ---  let him arrange the table, let him choose the music, let him decide where they roll around at the end of the night. Bill likes being in charge. Granted, he’s drawn to partners who give him a run for his money in that department...  but his ideal date would be an intimate night in, just the two of them, all planned out by yours truly.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Bill hugs like a football coach. Very enthusiastic, kinda rough, lots of back patting and “good job, son” energy. He’s...  not good at tender hugs. If he’s trying to pump someone up, sure, he can manage that, but...  hugging somebody to comfort them? He’s not so good at that. Bill has trouble being soft, but can be very supportive when needed.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Shameless, and shamelessly dirty. He takes flirting to a new level. Bill loves to buy people drinks and chat them up, even if he doesn’t plan on going home with them at the end of the night; it’s fun to just see how far he can push, and who’s willing to play along with him. (Nothing’s sexier than someone with a smart mouth, who can sass him right back.)

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

No one would call him bad at it, but he doesn’t always...  hit the nail on the head. He tries, and will absolutely go to four different stores just to find something he knows someone’s looking for. Left to his own devices, he’ll come up with weird gifts, though. A pack of very colorful socks, an apron for a friend who can barely cook, a build-your-own-bookshelf kit for someone with no damn time. He thinks his gifts are great...  but it’s easier to just give him a list.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He’s quick to give it away to the right people. Bill’s got great instincts, and is good at reading someone’s character  ---  it’s what draws him to the friends he ends up keeping for life. Bill only gives his heart to those who are able to hold their own, who are worthy of it. He ain’t got time for fairweather friends. Either you earn Bill’s love, or you don’t.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Annoyingly easy. He’s not gushy about it, but he likes saying it, and it’s obvious in how often he drops it  ---  sometimes declared loudly to their assembled group of friends, but most often muttered in a low voice, for his partner’s ears alone. Why shouldn’t he love saying it? It’s true.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Bill Guarnere don’t get jealous, cause he knows exactly who he is, and exactly who the other guy’s not. His partner might play around to get him riled up  ---  and hell, he’ll do the same thing  ---  but he trusts they’d never look at anyone else seriously. Trust is a major element in Bill’s relationships, and he’d never really fall in love with someone he couldn’t have faith in.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Bill’s exactly the sort of overconfident bastard who sees a kiss as a door to something more. He doesn’t have Prince Charming instincts, but his kisses are a team effort; he’s under no illusion about calling the shots, taking his cues from his partner how far they’ll go. If they don’t want his mouth somewhere, it’s not going there. His kisses are pure fire, electric, all teeth and tongue and shameless nips. He’s not afraid of anything. He’s also a mutterer, which depending on the partner is hot or annoying as hell. He’ll grit out words of praise or curses in between kisses, pressing them against the dark marks left on his partner’s skin, until they flush an even deeper red.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He loves his people. Bill considers a select group of folks his  ---  and once you’re in, there’s no easy way out, ‘cept for proving yourself a total jackass. Bill’s ride-or-die for his whole (massive) family, and his extensive friend group. Yeah, he’s got some he’d do more for than others  ---  Babe’s the only one he’d hide a body for, and he’s still got that thing Lip asked him to hold onto in his closet  --- but Bill loves fiercely, and would risk it all for any one of ‘em. 

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

Bold of you to assume there’s a difference between morning sex and night sex to this man. Bill’s ready to go at any time.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Extremely confident, to the point that it seems like he’s compensating for something. He’s not  ---  that’s the best part. Bill gets riled up very quickly, and in bed he is heated, driven, and very physical. He loves lifting his partner up by their thighs and moving them around the room, loves pressing them against walls and leaving deep red marks on their neck...  vocally expressive partners really get him going. He’s not shy about dirty talk, and even less shy about letting his partner take the lead. Bill’s very much of the “work together” mindset in bed. He can go multiple rounds at a time before getting worn out, but sometimes he’ll get a cramp in the middle, and then it all goes to hell (ft. the Not Sexy kind of cursing).

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

Bill has a commanding way of speaking; he doesn’t make a big deal outta being eloquent, but he captures people’s attention. He knows how to be listened to. Sometimes this can make it hard, in quieter moments, to express what’s really in his heart, when he’s so used to speaking only the boldest words, but...  Bill Guarnere always manages.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Bill needs someone who gives as good as they get. He’d never be happy with a shrinking violet; they’ve gotta have punch to them, a good sense of humor and firm head on their shoulders. He needs somebody loyal, a partner who’ll be by his side through thick and thin  ---  ‘cause even he’ll admit, he’s downright exhausting sometimes.  A person with a temper, probably; someone with confidence, who says what the hell they think. Great curves are a plus, especially a nice set of boobs. Bill’s always gonna fall for someone with fire, who can keep him on his toes, and hold him up even if he’s only got one leg to stand on.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Oh, he’s gonna ask. Ain’t no question, as soon as he’s got the ring, Bill Guarnere’s not wasting a second. It’s just a matter of when  (as soon as he’s 95% sure he’s gonna get a good answer) and how  (out to dinner at his favorite Italian restaurant, or maybe afterwards, taking a walk through the park. He wouldn’t want many eyes on them, but he’d want to do it somewhere special  ---  a place he and his partner could take the kids to years down the line, to boast about how it all started here.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s no fuckin’ tights-wearing, wishing-well-singing, ‘someday my prince will come’ asshole, but sure, he’s a romantic. Bill’s got a flair for romance; he knows how to show his partner a good time, and loves doing it, just to see the warm gleam in their eyes. Dancing all by themselves, eating a candlelight dinner he made, taking a romantic bath together...  all in the Bill Guarnere playbook, sweets.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Not really? Look, Bill had a lot going on as a kid. He was everywhere at once; all the neighbors knew him as a holy terror, and the ones with any sense told their daughters not to get near him. Romance wasn’t first on his mind.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

Absolutely. Point blank. Love is love, and some people are meant to be together forever. Anger can fuel a hell of a lot in you, but love’s more powerful than all of it. Anger can move mountains, but love can build them outta thin air.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

Nope. He’s a resilient bastard. Sure, he’s had his share of rejection (and smacks in the mouth), but Bill’s not the type to take it personally.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Well, he’s definitely never sat on the couch in his boxers eating a box of chocolate alone, and that definitely hasn’t given him a complex about giving his partner the best damn Valentine’s Day every goddamn year. (No Bill, cancel the hot air ballon, you don’t need it  ---)

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

Oh, hell yeah. Just give him the right person  ---  and he’ll find ‘em, don’t worry about that  ---  and Bill’s hopping on that one-way train straight to domestic bliss. He’s not in a big hurry about it, so long as his partner knows what’s what  ---  if he’s in a serious relationship with someone he really cares for, it’s a foregone conclusion to Bill that they’re gonna get married eventually. (He wouldn’t even think his partner might have a different viewpoint; if they did, it’d shock him to his core.)

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Definitely. Some are sweet, some are perverted, and some are a little bit of both. He uses them liberally.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Protective could be his middle name. Bill is an incredible guy to have on your side in a rough spot; sure, he swings before he thinks, but he thinks while he’s swinging. Excellent man in a fight. No one steps in on Bill Guarnere’s loved ones and gets away scott-free, and he goes especially berserk if it’s his partner being threatened.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

Not...  a number he’d be proud to admit to his Mamma, but he’s no virgin. Bill got up to more mischief overseas than he could ever find in Philly. Probably about...  8 - 9 partners? And no, he’s not careful where he sleeps. He’s gotten used to the taste of penicillin, and Doc Roe’s left a few brochures under his pillow. 

[resetmypatientviolence]

Control (Drake x MC) [M]

Pairing:  Drake x Jaela

Word Count: 8,178

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Sex

Song Accompaniment: Motivation-- Normani

Description: With weeks of meetings and morning sickness with the royal heir, it’s been a while since Jaela and Drake have had time as a couple. But when their schedules line up and Jaela hopes this little heir can stay calm for a moment... it’s time to show Drake whose in control. 

Author Note: Happy Thirsty Thursday and FINALLY some goddman new material from me. I hope y’all like it! Nothing too crazy, but Drake likes those handcuffs....

Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/drakewalkerwhippedMasterlist is found on my blog bio.

“You know,” Drake says, leaning on the bathroom doorframe while Jaela brushes her teeth after the latest bout of morning sickness. She turns, surveying him with a raised eyebrow. “This is the first day that… our schedules actually line up, Abdi.”

There’s something… silky smooth and husky to his voice all at once, making her stomach turn. Not from the royal heir… but… his meaning isn’t lost on her. Jaela turns, spits out the toothpaste and rinses her mouth, Drake coming behind her. His calloused—still—hands come to her hips, fingers slipping under the bottom of tank-top on her so hot skin. It sends shivers down her spine, and even more so when his hips press flush to hers, his excitement at what could happen evident.

But, Jaela glances at her watch. They’ll be late. Yet… she meets his eyes in the mirror, a smirk on her lips. “We’re going to be late, Drake.”

“I know,” he chuckles, lips ghosting across her skin, sending a trail of fire wherever they offer the lightest of touches. He brings her hips back and she grinds her ass against him, biting her lower lip. The familiar—and much missed—heat flares low in her abdomen, warm and tempting, fire in Drake’s eyes. “Why not a little bit of some--”

But, he’s cut off, Jaela breaking free from his sensual hold to kneel over the toilet, the wave of nausea striking her faster than a bolt of lightning. Drake holds back her hair and rubs her back, murmuring quietly to her, the deep longing and need for her body gone. Instead, it’s the comforting, kind, and so very patient father to be that Jaela’s grown accustomed to over the past thirteen weeks.

Nothing really comes up, but Jaela groans, head in hands when its passed, allowing her to breathe for a moment. “So… that kinda killed the moment….”

Drake kneels himself and chuckles, wrapping his arms around her body, hands resting on the stomach that’s just starting to grow. “Well… maybe not right now but…” He kisses her cheek and Jaela giggles at the way his stubble feels against her. “We have meetings together… you don’t have any late-night ones… I don’t….”

“And I don’t have to even have to face another day of the paps trying to get a picture of me and see if there’s a bump…”

Drake smiles, nuzzling her, hands tightening around the small bump that’s formed. Easy enough to hide when she doesn’t want to deal with the press yelling at her to see the evidence of her pregnancy, or to turn on the news and hear the speculation over her latest outfit and what it shows or doesn’t. No public engagements today. “Who would have thought we’d be so busy. You’d think we’d always be together, being the parents of the royal heir…”

Jaela laughs, hands falling over his. Together, they squeeze. “Mm… well, right now I don’t have to waddle around and can do everything. I’m sure once I start showing… we’ll have to be together and put on those smiling faces. But for now… we’re just busy… and I can’t stop puking…”

“But…” His hand slides down… down… every second feeling like an eternity, his trail blazing—then bursting into a ball of warmth when two fingers press over her clit, the fabric between feeling like nothing as he circles, slowly. She gasps, voice caught in her throat. It’s been far too long. “Tonight… we actually have time to spend together, Abdi.”

She’s about to tell him to wait, stay—they have time, they can be late—but he kisses her cheek and stands, stretching, leaving her panting. “You—”

“Like you said… we’ll be late,” he says with a wink, stepping out of the bathroom. “Besides,” he adds, popping his head in the doorway, Jaela glaring at him now that the waves and tease of pleasure subsided—but only in the slightest. “Didn’t you say we have some meetings together? Should be fun.”

The wink he offers and his grin tells Jaela all she needs to know, the familiar warmth and ideas of sneaking away running through her head. “Fine…” she finally says, getting up on shaky legs. “I’m holding you to that promise, Walker. And no using fucking me in a closet as an excuse to not make tonight happen in our bed. You better not be rusty.”

Drake laughs, putting on a shirt. “Do you have that little faith in me, Abdi? Do you really think I’d refuse to make love to my wife as many times as I can in a day? Bush league.”

Jaela rolls her eyes, waving him away, and goes back to the sink to brush her teeth… again.

Yet, as she brushes, there’s a sparkle in her eye—and a burning desire coursing throughout her veins, ready for the day—and night—to come. After all, it’s been weeks due to their schedules, the fact that she certainly didn’t want Drake to even think of touching her with how shitty she’s felt… and well, their little royal heir certainly isn’t making the times she wants to make love easy with well-placed waves of nausea, leaving Drake to handle himself.

That said, when Jaela gets dressed, she makes sure she highlights her breasts just right in her top.

*

Yes, she’s the Champion of the Realm and the head of the Royal Council… but god, if Jaela has to hear Godfrey drone on for another minute about taxation of apples, she’s about to fall asleep and not be sorry for it one bit. She blinks slowly, hand in chin, seeing two of him.

“If we propose a two-cent tax increase on our apple exports….”

Godfrey’s voice fades away… but not because she’s asleep. No, this is much better.

Drake’s hand falls on her thigh, squeezing it. Godfrey’s words disappear, Jaela electrified by Drake’s touch. Out of the corner of her eye, she notes his smirk, the quiet laughter contained in a single breath. He draws his finger along the edge of her pencil skirt, slipping the tip of his finger under it, shocks doing laps throughout her body.

After another few seconds, Drake pushes up her skirt—just a bit—fingers brushing against her inner thigh. He’s far from his goal, but it’s enough to make her jump in her seat, thighs untouched like that for so long. For a second, Godfrey’s eyes linger on her, but then he continues talking about apple exports—but she doesn’t hear a word, Drake’s hand moving higher, offering her thigh a squeeze and brush of his fingers, making a perfect circle with each deliberate motion.

Jaela bites her lower lip, looking ahead. Hana offers an eyebrow quirk, glancing between the two of them, understanding in her expression. Jaela’s face warms (though, this certainly… isn’t the first time they’ve played this game), and she tries to reign in her excitement, hands clasped together, shooting Drake a warning look.

Yet, he only smirks more. Of course he wouldn’t stop. She knew this. It would pointless, really. Well, she tried. Jaela tightens her jaw, trying to keep the sounds of anticipation for pleasure under wraps, letting Godfrey drone on, clearly the only one passionate about this subject.

Drake’s damning and tantalizing hand moves higher… higher… so damn close to where she’s the warmest, warm radiating out from her, the coil within her tightening further in on itself, ready to burst at the lightest touch from him. She gulps, hard as Drake’s hand pauses, warm against her inner thigh. His face is stone-cold, looking intently at Godfrey, but Jaela notes the slight pink flush to his cheeks that betray him in the slightest.

She snaps her attention back to Godfrey—good god she doesn’t ever want to think of him while she’s this worked up, but Drake forced her hand—and Drake lifts his fingers, ready to find their long-awaited purchase, black thong on for a reason—

“Oh--!” Jaela covers her mouth, but it’s too late.

“Yes, Duchess?” Godfrey asks, eyebrow raised, looking her up and down. “Is there something you’d like to add?”

What? She couldn’t help herself at the tiniest of touches Drake offered. It’s been a rough first trimester. She shakes her head and slowly lowers her hand. Drake removes his from her and clears his throat. “N-no,” Jaela says, crossing her legs. “I—I—just a bug flew by me. I was startled.”

Hana holds back her laughter, looking away. Godfrey narrows his eyes. “I didn’t see—”

“Got it!” Drake says, clapping his hands together, cheeks still pink. “So, uh… importing the apples…?”

“Exporting,” Godfrey sighs, irritated, rolling his eyes. “As I was saying…”

And Jaela returns to tuning him out, shooting a glance at Drake, eyes sparkling. Despite their almost slip-up, it only makes Jaela want him more… the anticipation almost too much to bear. In fact, fuck it. He’s horny. She’s horny. What’s stopping them?

“Oh—” Jaela stands, suddenly, then claps a hand over her mouth, other on her stomach. Godfrey grits his teeth.

“What is now, Duchess?”

“I—” Who said having notoriously bad morning sickness was a bad thing? It makes a believable cover. “I-I need to excuse myself,” she says, trying her best to sound sick. “Morning sickness—”

“For the love of…” Godfrey mumbles. “Go.”

“I’d better go with her,” Drake says, not missing a beat. Jaela fakes a heave and Godfrey winces. “Come on Jae…” Drake says with mock concern, the smile on the corners of his lips unmistakable. He places a hand on her back and escorts her out of the Royal Council chambers, the two in a clear hurry.

The palace hallways are empty—and they don’t want to wait—so Drake opens the nearest door, a closet, and pulls Jaela in, lips on each other as they shut the door, bumping into supplies. His lips taste like honey and smoke swirled together, just sweet enough, but not too much, heavy on hers. He kisses her hard, hiking one leg of hers around his waist and twisting his hand in her hair. “That wasn’t our most slick escape…” he says between kisses.

Jaela smiles against his lips, tongues flicking against the other. “But it worked. Now—”

She’s silenced with his kiss and a sharp hit against her ass. She grips his hair and tugs, hard, more than satisfied by the moan that Drake emits, breath hot against her mouth. Jaela bites down on his lower lip, silencing his moan and pulls him closer to her—if there is any space left—and trails her lips down his neck, the taste of him on her tongue, salty and familiar—god, she missed this.

His Adam’s Apple bobs as he throws his head back, lost to the feel of Jaela’s lips against his neck. “It’s been so long, Abdi…” Drake murmurs, rough hands sliding up her body. One slides back down to her ass, kneading the flesh over her tight skirt, hugging every curve. The other settles on her left breast. There’s some pain, a familiar soreness over the past few weeks, but Jaela embraces it, the sensation of his massaging making her nipples stiffen.

“Mm… who knew that this kid would already be interrupting our alone time…” Jaela whispers, but she doesn’t mind. Of course she doesn’t. She loves this child already.

But she also misses the way Drake pushes her against the wall and his lips simply devour her, like a man whose gone without food and water for weeks, drinking in everything about her: taste, feel, smell, her sounds, small moans as he kisses her and slips a hand under her shirt, over her lacy bra. His thumb brushes her stiff peak and she shivers, back arching against the wall at how the smallest of touches could make pleasure run from her nipple to her lower belly, warm and wanting more.

Jaela gasps, but Drake’s hot—so, so hot—mouth covers hers, only for a brief second—because it finds its way to her ear, tracing the shell before whispering, his breath a fiery prickle of pleasure in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you till you can’t walk, Abdi.”

If only words could make her orgasm—because that would, flashes of what he could do to her, what he’s done to her in closets and hidden spaces in the palace flash through her mind. Moment later, he’s kissing her again, starting to unbutton her top. Her stomach drops and rolls.

The first button undone and Jaela’s stomach twists again, and it has to be from anticipation—

Another button and her skirts pushed up to her mid-thigh, and there’s another turn of her stomach—

“Shit,” Jaela gasps and pushes Drake away. This isn’t from pleasure. It’s from—“I’m gonna be sick—”

There’s only a second to roll down her skirt before she darts out of the closet, Drake close behind her, hand over her mouth. The nausea is the strongest it’s ever been, and she swears there’s bile in her mouth. The halls are a blur as she runs past servants and guards, maybe a noble or two, she can’t see because she’s only focused on the upcoming bathroom—

A swift bump breaks her hyper focus on the bathroom and containing the vomit that comes up and onto Godfrey’s polished shoes. “What the—Duchess—”

Jaela looks up, wiping her mouth, into the furious face of Godfrey. Her cheeks warm, but not because of how Drake made her feel just a minute ago. Drake stands behind her, hands pushing back some of her hair. “Uh, she’s got sick again—”

Godfrey’s eyes look them up and down and he scowls, shaking off his shoes. “Next time you try to sneak off and shirk your duties for some needless pleasure, use the bathroom.” He stomps off, grumbling, and Jaela buttons back up her shirt, gulping the remnants of her vomit. It’s not pleasant, but she’s used to it by now, the taste barely phasing her.

“That was the most embarrassing thing of my life,” she sighs, looking down at the mess, lunch on the floor. Some passerby’s pale and scurry away, but her and Drake only look down at the mess, both used to Jaela’s latest… trick. “And on Godfrey no less…”

Drake kisses her cheek, hands lightly on her hips. “You don’t feel sorry.”

She doesn’t try to contain her smirk. “Not a bit.”

“I’ll get a mop from that closet…”

“And I’ll get back to work… after the bathroom.”

They part and Jaela sighs, the promise of a good old classic fuck in the palace closet dashed by the impeccable timing of their baby. Jaela shakes her head and rests her hand on the little bump, imagining that this kid is swimming with delight. “I agree, he’s an asshole and deserved that, little love, but can you at least calm down enough for your parents to cuddle tonight?”

Maybe her words will do something or maybe…

Thank god she made it to a bathroom in time, this time.

*

After the whole Godfrey incident, Jaela’s grateful that she didn’t need to leave her office for the rest of the day, meetings outside of her office non-existent, because she’s spending half of the time in the bathroom either throwing up water she just drank or hovering over the toilet wondering if the saltine crackers she had would make their grand appearance. It’s not fun—at all. She knew this royal heir would be a hassle (what baby isn’t?) but this early? Not that she isn’t grateful for this miracle of a baby but…

Really, she just wants to spend quiet time with Drake, to enjoy their last few months as a pair without any interruptions. Maybe that’s selfish of her... and she can’t be selfish anymore as a parent... but damn, he riled her the hell up and she wants to spend time in bed with him without worrying if she’s going to throw up on him. She’s certain it’s a kink he’ll never have. Or anybody, for that matter.

So, while Jaela stews in anger and sickness and she’s still fucking horny all afternoon... the sun falls and a rich twilight spreads across the land, city lights twinkling in the distance from the palace.

“Hey,” Drake says, popping in her office. Jaela looks up and a grin spreads across her face. Despite the flustered and angry mood she’s been in all day, he makes it go away just like that. And she hasn’t made a bathroom run in an hour. She shuts off her computer and hurries to him, meeting him in the middle of the room, arms wrapping around his neck, lips meeting each other without hesitation.

He chuckles against her lips, holding her close. “How are you feeling?” He asks when they part. “You taste minty.”

Jaela rolls her eyes and turns getting her purse and jacket, more than ready to go home. “I mean... what’s there to report? There’s a reason I’ve been in here all day.” She glances down and touches her stomach. It’s a small bump but she’s still on awe of it. Still though, she smiles, hand resting there as Drake takes her other hand and they walk together.

“I’m sorry you’re... not feeling well. Can’t help but think that some of that is my fault…”

Jaela chuckles and Drake follows, a fond smile on Jaela’s lips. “I mean… without you there wouldn’t be a little royal heir having the time of their life in here so…” He laughs fully, bumping her hip as they exit, their car already pulled up.

“Fair…. But we’ll have a nice dinner tonight and if you’re up to it…” The arch of his eyebrow is enough to send a spark down her spine and right to where it matters.

“Oh, I’m up for it, Walker. Morning sickness can’t last forever, right?”

*

It’s a weird dinner.

Weird because Jaela’s ready to pounce at any moment but Drake’s right. They should eat, she needs to eat, and then they need to wait and see if she’s in the clear—even though Jaela’s already in silk shorts and a tank-top that makes her breasts pop and she touched up her make-up, hair ready for him to pull and grip and stare at in awe when she rides his dick.

What?

It’s been a few weeks.

Her legs rest on his as they read in the living room. Well, she’s not reading, glancing up at Drake every few seconds while he absently rubs and brushes his fingers up and down her legs, never going too high… but high enough to make her thong wet, already. Yet, he doesn’t look, nose buried in a book.

She’s going to burst… and she gently taps his book with her foot, making it hit his nose. “Hey!” he jumps, but chestnut eyes glitter. “It was a good part—”

“Um… better than my pussy?”

His eyes widen in surprise and the works he wants to say get caught, but there’s excitement there, the twitch in his jeans evident enough. “… Nothing in the world is. So, uh—do you think—”

“Fuck yes.”

She’s pretty sure they’ve never ran that fast—not even when fighting Anton—but they beeline to the bedroom. They didn’t talk about what they planned to do, but somehow, they work as one, words unspoken as Jaela dips into the closet to change into that lingerie he loves so much, tits just a bit too tight—but nice to look at while Drake lights some candles, flicks on soft music, and turns off the lights, making the large bedroom cozy as can be, warm and inviting for his wife.

Jaela only pauses to catch her breath after she’s changed, looking herself over. She smirks, feeling… sexy, for the first time in forever. There’s been so little time to do this little number and to even feel the want to be pleasured by Drake during this pregnancy… that damn, it feels just nice to look and feel as sexy as he makes her feel even at her worse.

Slowly, Jaela peeks her head out to the warm, magical glow of the bedroom. Drake’s stripped down to his boxers and lays on the bed, propped up on an elbow, eyebrow raised. “You gonna come out of there…?”

“It’s just so…” Jaela steps out and takes in the candles—so much of it reminds her of their first time at the Homecoming Ball, the world coming together so perfectly before a near disaster—and for a moment, she forgets the goal they ached to achieve. Drake gulps across the room and then stands up, taking her hands. This pulls her out of her amazement at the sight. “It’s so… perfect… Drake….”

He walks back, bare feet padding softly on the carpet. Jaela follows, brown eyes warm as the candlelight that surrounds them, the rest of the world falling away to just the two of them in this room where so much love—and so much more to go—has occurred. “Only for you,” he breathes and sits on the bed. He releases her hands and sets them on her hips, pinkies dragging over the fabric. “I love you, Jae…”

“And I love you…”

At that, Jaela slides on his lap, straddling his hips. Soft hands come to his neck and cheek before her lips meet his—but when they do, god, it’s like they’re kissing for the first time in that study, passion, a rough tenderness, and love—one that was always there—bubbles up and into the kiss, Jaela lowering her hips to his, grinding against him, already hard as a rock for her. Somehow, even with all the puking, she still has it.

Drake pushes down on her hips as they kiss for minutes on end, guiding her grinding against him. Sometimes he slips a flinger in-between her legs to feel the slick fabric—and he shudders—but no, Jaela wants this slow, and she removes his hand, putting his back on her burning body. “Be good,” she whispers, kissing his neck.

“Yes ma’am…” Drake mutters and leans back, bringing her down to him, chest to chest. His hands slide to her ass and gives each cheek a firm squeeze before he drags his nails up from her ass to upper back. The music drifts in and out of Jaela’s conscience as they kiss, soft and hard, on the lips drifting down. She feels his firm body, taunt and tight, fingers brushing over his covered member.

God, she missed this.

Missed of it. All of him.

There was something about having real duties carrying the royal heir—but most importantly, their perfect baby—that took away their control of their lives. Yes, she wanted to help and make Cordonia better and she knew what a duchess would entail—but Drake’s the most important person in the world—she just wants to show him how much she loves him. How much she wants him. How much he means to her—but yet—

It all happens so fast. Drake’s making a move to unhook her bra, she’s biting his lower lip, tugging on it, ready to show him how much she wants him—but the next moment, she feels the familiar lurch, the one warning, and she gets off of him in a flash. She barely makes it, but she makes it, over the toilet and gagging, then feeling the familiar acid slide up and out of her.

This time though, there’s tears. Hot, hot tears that escape with her.

Drake, like the morning, is behind her, rubbing her back. He even kisses between her shoulder blades, offering words of love. “Do you need a washcloth? Anything… oh, oh Abdi… don’t cry…” But she cries, folding into his arms when the puke finally stopped.

“I-I just wanna—I just wanna be sexy for—and spend time—but I-I can’t s-stop being sick—” she hiccups. “I-I even wore this—and I can’t even use it—b-because I’m just sick—” He tries to speak, but she continues as he rocks her on the cool tile. “I-I’m not in control o-of anything… this pregnancy… I can’t sto-stop throwing up… all of these d-duties—”

At this, he pauses his gentle rocking, sucking in a breath. “I-I barely have time t-to spend with you, it’s been crazy since our wedding, Drake, not a-a chance to be husband and wife and—and—” White hot tears spill out as the confessions that she’s been bottling up escape, too. “And w-we really didn’t have a choice to have the heir, Drake, the HEIR—and once their born it’s gonna be all… all of these fucking rules and lessons—and I just wanted to enjoy our time b-before they’re here, and we-we don’t have any control bu-but I can’t even do that because I’m so sick and… and I just wanna be with you, Drake, n-not as a duchess and duke or parents yet… just… just us—we’re so good….”

For a few minutes there’s nothing but the sounds of her sobs dwindling as Drake rocks her, lips to the top of her head. Soon though, they stop and she basks in the warmth of his body. Finally though, he breaks the silence.

“Jaela… I… I understand exactly how you feel. That… that once this baby is born, our lives will change—change more than we planned for or can even expect. And… and yeah, we’re gonna lose that control.” There’s an edge of sorrow there, but it’s quickly gone as he tilts up her chin and looks in her eyes. “But you are the most beautiful woman to me. The most in-control person I’ve ever met. I don’t care if you throw up every day until they’re born. I’ll want you all the same and will wait until you can handle sex. That doesn’t matter. The only thing that does is you and your well-being. I’m not going anywhere, and I know that we’re going to make our child the most down to earth and kindest heir there is—and one that is in very much control of their life. So… let’s get some tea, we can cuddle—”

“No,” Jaela says, sitting up. Drake looks confused, hand resting on her exposed bump. He’s right. And also, fuck her sickness. She’s an expecting mom, but she’s still his wife—and she’s very much in control of how she wants to fuck her husband and when. Jaela tilts his chin towards her, smirk forming. “Go in the bedroom. In front of the mirror. Wait for me. Fuck this—I want to fuck you and I’m going to take control and get what I want.”

A spark goes through the both of them at the same time, electricity spreading out from her fingers through their bodies as one. He grins. “Yes, Duchess—” Oh, he knows what she likes. “Anything else you’ll request?”

Jaela grins and resists kissing him. “Boxers off. On your knees.”

“Mm. Yes.”

He goes for a kiss but Jaela backs away and stands up. There’s a cheeky grin of excitement and he’s off, boxers off before he leaves the bathroom. Jaela’s ready to strike, but first she needs to brush her teeth and wipe at her red, puffy eyes that twinkle with the promise of what’s about to come—full control, through and through. It’s been a while. And she’s about to feel all the control she yearns with the man she loves till the end of time.

As expected, —well, commanded—Drake is naked and on his knees before the full-length mirror, facing her. Oh, he knows exactly what she wants. Sure, her eyes are a bit red, but the sadness and tears are long gone as power and control ooze from Jaela who is more than determined to have a night for the books.

She grips his hair and tilts his head back. A visible shudder races through him, hands rising to her thighs. “Mm... Jaela… you’re even more beautiful…”

“Enough talking,” she playfully snaps. “Take these off. Eat me out until I come all over that pretty little face.”

She holds back a shudder when Drake responds, “As you wish, Duchess…” voice silky smooth and low, slowly removing her panties. She’d tug on his hair to make him go faster but the feeling of the silk and his hands sliding down her legs is a sensation to memorize, every hair on her body standing up with the tantalizing and teasing touch.

Once she steps out, Drake obeys, mouth to her exposed pussy, bare for him to savor. And savor he does, hands on her ass, pulling her closer to lap at her juices, flowing long before this moment. Jaela’s grip loosens (but doesn’t let go, of course) on his hair and she throws her head back as his tongue flicks and dances around her clit, teasing it with expert care, knowing all that makes her weak in the knees.

When he flattens his tongue and slides it long and deep up and down her slit, Jaela gasps and opens her eyes to look at the sight before her in the mirror. Drake, on his knees, holding her place—while she controls him, ultimately, hand wound in hair—mouth at her pussy like he loves, moaning and groaning against her, adding to the pleasure of his tongue.

“Good—good…” Jaela manages to mumble, fixated on his head moves in the slightest ways between her parted legs, starting to shake from the pleasure he creates for her. Briefly, Jaela watches his back muscles, how his whole body is putting itself into bringing her to pleasure, determined by the way he licks and gently sucks on her clit, teeth the lightest and best of sensations.

Drake hums against her as she moans, calling out his name again, gripping his hair for support, if anything, because she’s about to lose it. “D-Drake, I— oh!”

And finally—fucking finally—she comes from him, cumming over his tongue. She shakes, head back, while Drake eagerly laps her up, Jaela feeling his smile while he compliments how she tastes and how much he missed this and how he can’t wait to make his Duchess cum again and again tonight.

She could have him lick her pussy all night, really, but Jaela pulls his head back, breath ragged. “G-get on the bed,” she breathes, chest heaving, body still shaking from him, nail indents on her ass. “Lay down. Arms up. I want to see how good that dick is without you helping.”

Drake hesitates for a moment—but just one—as the meaning of her words come to light. “Oh god good… yes, Jaela… yes…”

“It’s Duchess to you, sir,” she winks, tapping his ass as he obeys, unable to contain his excitement, dick hard as can be again after seeing her a sobbing, freshly thrown up mess. Jaela unhooks her bra and drops it to the floor, slinking over to him, hand instinctively on her bump—but only for a moment, for she pulls the handcuffs out of their toy drawer—they’ll need a baby lock on that soon enough—and he can barely contain himself as he lays on the bed at her mercy.

“Ja—Duchess—I certainly don’t deserve this punishment…”

Drake loves the handcuffs. There’s no doubt it’s his favorite to be cuffed to the bed, or just handcuffed in general, while Jaela has her way with him. “Mm… oh… I think you do, sir. You’ve been such a bad boy…” Jaela teases him while she cuffs him, pussy close to his face, still dripping with her essence and his salvia, walls pulsing from either her lingering orgasm… or the promise of what’s to come. “And you…” A glance back at his dick is all she needs. “Don’t seem to mind.”

The cuffs click, loud in the room, and Drake shudders, letting her take complete control, arms stretched overhead, body laid out under her. She nods to the cuffs, running her finger along where the metal meets his skin, a familiar and wordless question and answer exchanged between them. He only nods, brushing his thumb against hers for a brief moment. Perfect. Tight, but not tight enough. Just enough to dig at his skin as he’s desperate to touch her. “Mm… think you’re ready for this, Walker?”

The veins in his forearms pop out as his fists clench together, desire plastered on his face, looking her nude form up and down with hungry, ravenous, nearly black eyes, pupils dilated.

“It looks like I have no choice to be at your mercy… completely under your control… Duchess….”

Jaela smirks, sliding back along his body, making sure to brush her pussy against his chest and stomach… and lower, hovering over his erect dick. “Do you really think you deserve your punishment?”

“Yes—god, please—” Drake begs, however, he’s cut short when she turns around, showing off her ass. “Huh? What…”

Jaela straightens up, still with her back facing him, as she lines her pussy to his dick, letting the tip brush between the folds. She flips back her hair, smirking. Oh, he’s in for it. “You’ll get the sight you want when you earn it,” she says, voice low and sultry, then finally—oh god, finally—she lowers herself on his dick.

She’s so wet that he slides in with ease, girth stretching her walls in ways that have been long neglected. “But I want to—”

“You’ll see what you want when I decide that you can.” She turns her head, hands on his thighs, pussy fully filled to his dick, unmoving. “Beggar can’t be choosers.” Jaela smirks, eyes bright. Drakes his lips and moves his hips up, but she keeps him in place, not giving into the temptation that makes her heart skip a beat and a familiar warmth in her stomach. And a roll, but fuck it—she’s going to ignore this. “So for now, keep your mouth shut—and for every sound I hear, I’ll stay turned around. Also, you can’t cum until I say so. Understand?”

His mouth opens… but then Drake’s eyes flash and he nods, adjusting himself, settling into the bed, wrists cuffed above him. Satisfied with his obedience—his offer of giving all control to her, and only her in the bed tonight—she turns back around. With a painstaking pace, Jaela lifts herself up—just to the very tip—then grinds herself back down on his dick, giving him a show with her ass. What can she say? She knows he likes it, loves it when he pounds her from behind, hitting and gripping her ass—worshipping it as much as her pussy and tits.

Sure, maybe he wants to see her ride him, tits bouncing, but he has to earn it. And really… is watching her bounce on his dick reverse cowgirl really a sore sight? Judging by the sharp intake of breath as he tries to stay quiet, it’s not.

Jaela bounces with expertise on his dick, steadying herself, keeping her pace nice and slow— drawing out his want, his desire, so clear by the way he moves his own hips up, wanting to go deeper, cuffs clinking as he flexes and tenses, moving, fighting the desire to remain still, wanting nothing more than to touch her, to give her his love.

However, as much as Jaela wants that, she relishes in the feeling of control while she rides him, not giving him the gift of her body bore before him. She pushes back more of her hair and exhales, a moan escaping from her as his dick curves just right, hitting the spot. In response, Drake groans to, a small plea escaping, “Jae… pl-please…”

Was that on purpose or no? Jaela smirks, the fire of control back and blazing in her equally dark pupils, desire dripping off of her. She turns, pausing, his member barley brushing her pussy lips. Drake’s mouth is half open, chest heaving while he pants, eyes pleading for his reward. And already? Jaela digs her nails into his thigh and swallows back a bout of nausea. No. This isn’t happening. She refuses. “Now what did I say?”

“T-that I can’t—”

“Make a sound.” He moans when she lowers herself onto his dick, toes curling at how thick he is. “I meant it. Now, I’ll be here longer before I decide if you’re worthy of seeing me. Understand?”

Jaela knows Drake wants to burst, to tell her screw that and he wants to watch her ride him into oblivion, but his only reply is shifting his wrists in the cuffs, blue veins bright as they can be against his slick and taunt skin, red around where they metal lays. “Good boy,” Jaela purrs, gently squeezing his balls, and then turns, beginning her countdown.

As much fun as it is to tease him, she wants to see his face, too. To watch as he marvels over her, to see how he moves his hands, unable to touch her, but still trying to anyways. The desperation to touch and validate her so clear on his face—she wants that. But… she’s not ready to give up willfully messing with him. And after all, with all of her bathroom breaks in the middle of meetings, she’s gotten good at knowing the time without a clock.

So, Jaela bounces on his cock with a languid pace that makes him shake—but not cum—keeping him invested and on edge—just where she wants him. For now, she enjoys the sensation of how he feels, savoring those moments when she slides onto him, bodies meeting in a perfect harmony. But then… times up, the two minutes going by, just like she planned. Drake’s about to give up on staying silent, breathing so damn hard, barely containing his whimpers and begging for more. Jaela pauses, then removes herself, hovering over him on her knees when she turns to face him, pushing more hair back to give him a view of her breasts.

“I think you’ve been good enough…”

“Can I tou—”

She presses a finger to his desperate lips, silencing him. His eyes widen as she leans over, getting into position. She slips in two fingers and his tongue does just as she wants it to, tasting her fingers, ones with a hint of her essence on them. “You’ll touch me when I want you too. You did good, but you’re not out of those cuffs yet, Walker. But…” She removes her fingers and slides her hands down his chest, nails leaving faint pink marks. “If you’re really good here, then maybe you’ll get your reward.”

Drake gulps, hard. “Which is…?”

Jaela smirks, running hands down her curves and down to her thighs, tight against his hips. “You can have me… anyway you want me for as long as you need. But only…” Her eyes dart to the cuffs he loves yet wants out of all at once. “Only if you’re good and let me ride you until I cum—but you can’t. You can only watch. Understand?”

He groans, head thrown back, long hair plastered with sweat on his forehead. Maybe to some it doesn’t seem like much, but Drake always—and always—loses it when she comes on his cock while riding him. It’s like clockwork once she orgasms on him—he follows within seconds, shaking and crying her name. But now? Well…

Jaela lowers herself onto him again, biting her lip as she watches his expression—like he’s died and gone to heaven—as she gives him what they’ve both been craving for weeks. On top of it, this is both their favorite position—only this time, heightened by Drake’s inability to touch her and her ultimate control over his body, his pleasure.

They lock eyes and Jaela doesn’t waste time this time, riding him. Her hands fall to his chest as she bounces on his dick, riding him like she’s never rode him before, the sounds of their bodies meeting again and again—in a fast, furious pace—drowning out the music. This time, Jaela’s not quiet—she’s loud, head thrown back here and there when it hits just right. Drake’s moaning too, crying out her name, nails digging into his palms, straining against the cuffs as his hips rise to meet her over and over, just making him sink deeper into her.

“Fuck, Drake…” Jaela gasps, the coil deep within her tightening with each roll of her hips against him. His cock is definitely hitting her g-spot and fuck, she’s going to lose it. Drake smirks despite the need to touch and love her as he wants and his eyes rove her over her body, starting to erratically ride him, hips twisting and circling on their own accord. Her tits bounce and the sweat just makes a sheen that the candlelight reflects off of, highlighting every curve she has, framing her body perfectly. While he looks at her, she looks at him, savoring the sight of her husband writhing below her.

His pecs and abs are defined, tensing as they move as one, watching his wife do her work. His wrists are red, but she knows he likes the twinge of pain that comes with being unable to touch her, pulling on the cuffs and nearly begging for her to release him—but it’s all part of the game. Finally, his face. Oh, his face. It’s overcome by an intoxicating mixture of lust and love and it gets her drunker than anything before by just a glance at it. Sweaty and pink, but his lips are full from her kisses and teeth, pupils dilated to the very edge of his iris, only a sliver of that chestnut brown that drank her in visible.  And his mouth, oh his mouth open and filled with gasps and groans of pleasure, her name the sweetest thing on his tongue, wanting more and more from her body.

“God… you’re so fucking beautiful,” Drake says, then glance down at her clit. “Y-you should play with—”

“Wanna make me cum faster so you’ll get your reward, huh, Walker?” Jaela doesn’t know how she manages that, but she’s touching her clit as he wanted. His eyes widen and his shudder lets her know that he’s dangerously close—but to be fair, him watching her pleasure herself further (and be unable to do anything about it) is about to send her over to edge herself.

In fact—Jaela’s head throws back as she comes, hard as hell, the two points of pleasure exploding all at once and working its way up her body, toes curling, body shuddering, and a broken set of cries escaping between her lips—all while Drake watches with hunger and her pussy clenches around him—rapidly at first, then it slows as it pulses.

When the bright points of light stop obscuring her vision, Jaela slowly brings her dazed gaze back to Drake, body trembling, still connected with Drake, their pelvises slick with… just her juices, Drake not come yet. Jaela laughs weakly, raising an eyebrow, pussy still pulsing. “Y-you didn’t come, hmm?”

“You said I get to have you… any way… if I’m g-good so….” He shakes but takes deep breaths to calm his rock hard member. Jaela could deny him that… but… she grins leaning over him, already missing how he feels within her. But his lips find her breast and she giggles, releasing the cuffs.

“You’re only free because I’m letting you, you know that, right?”

One click. Two clicsk. And he’s free. She expects it to be like this, letting his hands come to her while he lavishes her breast, but she taken by surprise, as gasp escaping as he sweeps her into his arms and her back hits the bed.

No frills, no tricks, just the two of them pressed as tight as they can be, lips crashing together. He’s not in her—not, not yet—for without breaking his kiss, he gently pushes her legs up, knees to her shoulders, letting the kiss linger as he pulls away to look down at her. “I love you,” he says, hands soft on her brown and burning skin.

Jaela smiles, one of warmth and sincerity unlike the playful minx she was before. “And I love you…” she replies, hand bring his head down to meet hers as he thrusts in her—long, slow, and deep—so, so deep, filling her to completion, connected through and through. Her legs ankles link around his back as he works, teeth tugging hard on her lower lip, meeting her eyes.

She laughs through the kiss and tugs on his hair as he squeezes her breast, bodies plastered together, pleasure radiating from every inch of her. Hell, she can ignore her stomach, too, caught in Drake’s embrace, one of love and everything that’s good in the world.

They don’t last long in this position, Drake deep as he can be, feeling every twitch her walls, feeling every ragged breath from her—but neither mind. Jaela’s spent for the meanwhile, but she has enough for her to kiss him hard and full on the mouth as he comes in her, the two pausing their frantic hips, meeting as one—letting this one linger.

Jaela loses track of time as they kiss and Drake shudders here and there, lingering in her, the world starting to settle after their much needed romp. But, time passes for he pulls out and collapses next to her, over the covers. Jaela giggles and reaches out a hand, brushing his wrist. “Did you have fun?”

“So damn much, Abdi,” Drake grins… taking her hand. “Been a while since we used the handcuffs… and seeing you…” He sighs in happiness, looking to the canopy for a moment, then settles back on her, hand on her little belly. “I know you’ve been feeling gross and didn’t want me to look at you or touch you for a while… but you look good. Really damn good, Abdi.”

Jaela laughs quietly. It’s hard to believe… but she has to admit that the little bump is pretty cute. “Well… I’m glad… oh shit…” Jaela gets off of the bed, stomach back at its full force. Drake sits up, ready to get off, but Jaela shakes her head. She manages, “I’ll just be a second, stay there, I’m fine, it’s worth it, anyways,” before she darts to the bathroom. It’s quick handling her business and getting washed up for a moment, soreness starting to hit her from the vigorous sex that clearly let out a few demons and pent up anger.

By the time she comes back, Drake’s blown out the candles and he holds the covers back for her. Jaela smiles and slides in, laying on her side. Drake spoons her from behind, both naked, and his hand finding its new favorite spot to rest, over that bump that causes so much annoyance… but brings so much joy, even at her worst.

He kisses behind her ear, snuggling close to her. “I love you, Abdi. I… I know we won’t get many more months to do things like that…”

“That’s why we’ll have babysitters, namely named Maxwell…”

“I told you we’re not leaving our kid with Maxwell alone…”

“Liv will be there…”

“They will not learn how to throw knives by six months…”

Repressing a giggle, Jaela turns her head, just a bit, to look him in the eyes, moonlight streaming in the dark room. He’s amused, lips turned up into a smile. His hand flexes over her stomach, protective. Her hand joins his. “We won’t get nights like this as much… but we’ll make every moment we have with each as a couple and as a family count, won’t we, Drake?”

“Of course,” he says, smiling wider. “And… and even though our baby will the heir to Cordonia, Jaela…” Drake kisses her cheek and though she feels tense… she relaxes against him, legs wound together. “We’re still the parents. Not Liam. We’ll have all the say in how they grow up. We… we’ll be in control. I know we’ll both make sure of it.”

Despite her outburst, and yeah, there’s some fear… Jaela nods, returning her head to the side and closing her eyes, more than content. “I… I know. Cordonia will be in good hands because they’ll have some kickass parents behind them, raising them.”

“Exactly.”

With satisfied bodies and quiet exhales, Jaela and Drake drift into the best sleep they’ve both had in weeks, completely and utterly entwined with each other, unwilling to let each other go, savoring the closeness they so dearly missed for weeks on end, time lost to meetings and excitement and preparation for the one thing they so long yearned for: the future.

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And So We Run (ch.13) - Traumathicc

A/N: I did it... I actually finished this chapter! I’m not sure how I managed to do it but I guess I got posessed by the spirit of mediocre writing or something along those lines. Anyways! In this chapter a new key player is introduced, and a deadly alliance is formed.

Laying low. That’s all you need to do. Out of sight and out of trouble.

You can sleep through the games if you hide yourself well enough.

Pearl has no idea how many times she’s repeated these phrases in her head already. She knew them before the bloodbath and she knows them now.

So where were they during that first day? She threw her rules out the window because she got greedy, and she almost ended up with a knife in the chest.

She did manage to get a kill in. A little worth the trouble at least, she supposes. She can’t imagine that Trixie Mattel would’ve posed a serious threat down the line, though. But of course, people do surprise you sometimes.

Today she followed her rules though. Watching the others from up in the trees. The forest is so thick, she’s rarely had to get down on the ground to move from place to place.

She saw that eccentric headcase who has the nerve to call herself Alaska’s partner fall into a pool of her own bile, only to beg for death from that coward from district 2. Pearl doesn’t hate Courtney like the reaper does, she just doesn’t understand her. It would’ve been so easy. It took a lot of willpower not to take out her rifle and pull the trigger herself.

She also saw Courtney joining up with her group and heading east. She didn’t follow them. The constant rustling of the trees would’ve become too suspicious in the long run. Instead, she continued north.

She spotted a girl with pink hair, similar to Trixies but not as big, walking down a forest path alone and unarmed. She seemed to be in a good mood, sometimes doing little skips instead of walking normally. She reminded Pearl of a cartoon character that was probably created only to sell toys.

Then Pearl had heard a metallic noise, and looked back down to find the girl lying down with a knife in her back. She’d gasped for air with her now useless lungs as Alaska had walked up to her, pulled the knife out and slit her throat with it. Alaska had then wiped her knife on a handkerchief, tucked it back into her belt and carried the body off the road.

Then she’d just walked away like nothing had happened.

“So the rumors are true… you’re as emotionless as they say…” Pearl had thought to herself.

“A perfect high district marionette.”

It was as impressive as it was off putting. And Pearl realized she didn’t quite understand Alaska either.

Around fifteen minutes later someone had started screaming. They were too far away to be seen, but Pearl was no stranger to the sound of pain. Whoever was making these sounds would probably be gone within the hour, at best.

Well, it’s not like it was Pearl’s problem.

The rest of the afternoon went by without any notable events. She ate some raspberries off a sad looking bush, and as the sun started to set she pondered where she’d spend the night. The previous one had been spent under a bug infested heap of tree roots, and she was, and still is, definitely not intending on returning there.

Like before, she’s continuing north towards the upper end of the forest. Night has finally settled on the arena when the smell of roasting meat suddenly surrounds her. Pearl just sighs and cocks her rifle.

She doesn’t have time for this.

“If you’re going to shoot me, then shoot me. Well… unless you want a bullet in the head of your own?”

Cold steel presses up against the back of Pearl’s head. She grits her teeth.

“O’hara.”

“Spiteful…” The voice laughs. “Now, are you really going through with this? Or do you want a place to sleep?”

“What makes you think I’m going to f-“

“Because you need me, Liaison. Just as much as I need you. It’s not just everyone for themselves in this game. Not yet. The Reaper…. You’ve seen how she handles things? Bossing around her minions like some sort of camp sergeant. I want us to be equal. We could win this together, you and I… Now be a good girl and drop your rifle.”

O’hara still has her gun pressed against Pearl’s head, and her other hand has sneaked it’s way around her wrist, caressing it with her thumb. The smell of meat is filling her nostrils and making her head feel light, and Pearl realizes just how hungry she is. She swallows and closes her eyes.

She’s so tired.

The rifle makes a metallic clinking noise as it hits the ground. Almost immediately, the coldness disappears from Pearl’s head.

“I knew you were smart.” O’hara pinches Pearl’s cheek and walks over to her campfire. “Come sit, I’ve got enough rabbits for the two of us.”

They eat is silence. Although Pearl is sure she’s doing most of the eating, as O’hara seems to be watching her every time she looks up. It doesn’t bother her much though, as for one, this is one of the best things Pearl’s ever eaten, and two, she probably ate before Pearl got here.

“So” Pearl finally asks. “Where have you been?”

“Call me by my first name and I’ll tell you. Equals, remember?”

“You haven’t-“ Pearl sighs as the other girl shoots her an angry look. “Phi Phi.” She says in a somewhat defeated tone.

Seeming pleased with Pearl’s answer, Phi Phi leans back a little and crosses her legs.

“Been laying low, kinda like you, minus the snooping around part.”

Pearl visibly blushes and opens her mouth as if to speak. Nothing comes out.

“What, you think no one would notice? Just because some of us are lower district it doesn’t makes us gullible! Not that I mind, after all, it’s exactly why I let you live.”

Pearl just kind of looks down at her boots.

“You’re a seven, right? Who’s your partner? ‘S she dead?”

Pearl is silent for a moment.

“Violet Chachki. And, no. I don’t think she’s dead yet. She will be though, soon enough. At least if she keeps hanging around those weaklings she’s chosen to surround herself with.”

Phi Phi chuckles. “You’re not very close, are you.”

“Not at all. Not even back home. We were both considered prodigies, albeit for different reasons, and since we were the same age everyone just sort of pinned us against each other. Not that I cared. I- I think at one point I even admired her. What a fool I was.”

“Hey, if you want to talk about fools, we can always talk about my partner.” Phi Phi says in what Pearl guesses is some sort of attempt to reassure her. “All that knowledge about the Reaper, and never once did she utilize it to her own advantage! And then she goes and dies by the Reaper’s hand on the first day!” She smacks her palm across her forehead. “I don’t think I’ve felt second hand embarrassment that strong in my entire life!”

Pearl can’t help but at least snort at this. How could someone be that stupid?

“She should’ve just stayed at home with the forge where she belonged!” Phi Phi laughs and chucks a stick into the fire.

“So both of us are partnerless, huh…” Pearl wonders out loud.

“Not at all.” Phi Phi replies. “Like I said. It’s the two of us now, Pearl. And together, we’ll bring this arena to it’s fucking knees, starting tomorrow.”

She walks over to Pearl and cups her face in her hands.

“Put your faith in me, and I’ll make sure you’ll have food and a place to sleep until we make it out.”

Pearl nods.

Then she gets up and takes Phi Phi’s hand.

”Only if you do the same for me.”

Something glistens in Phi Phi’s eyes. Something Pearl has yet to put her finger on.

”It’s a deal, then.”

[fanfic-collection]

Valhalla: Loki x Reader - Pt 2

Spoilers!

Please comment.

I’m kinda frustrated at Endgame and how some things have been handled and this is my therapy for it. So I apologize in advance if you do not care for characterization of some people............... I’m trying to remain in character and objective, but I am also coping with my own frustrations of the movie and giving myself closure that I want (well before the series) was going to write more (you’ll see what I mean) but I guess I’ll do that part another day!

A circle of white rocks surrounded a pool of crystal clear water. Yet though the water was clear as day, the depths were not visible.

Frigga walked over to a small table and lifted a tray of cups. “I saw you coming.” She explained, glancing at the pool.

You and Loki each took a cup, Frigga removing her own, before setting the tray back on the table. She motioned for each of you to take a seat on the floor around the pool. Where you sat seemed to be made of soft pillows, yet the ground had been solid.

Frigga took her seat at the pool's edge, grabbing a handful of herbs and tossed them into the water. They sank for a moment, rippling the surface before vanishing.

For a moment, nothing happened, the pool merely absorbing the plants. You and Loki waited with hushed breaths.

Slowly the water began to form and make shapes, an image of a battlefield appeared.

Loki inhaled sharply. “The Dark Order...” He breathed softly. You reached out and touched his hand, stroking your fingers over the back of it gently. Loki glanced at you, a soft smile crossing his features, before stoically turning back to the battle. “I see the earth's mightiest heroes' numbers have grown since my time there.”

Frigga smiled, “Yes. Intentional or not, it was certainly made clear that greater threats existed in the universe.”

Loki shook his head, “They could have been safe, free of such threats. They played with power they did not understand.”

“There was a time where I thought you had done the same.” Frigga responded.

Loki looked up sharply, eyes hard.

“How ignorant I was.” Frigga finished, looking back down as Wakandan warriors fell in the onslaught.

The bifrost opened and Thor appeared, a raccoon on his shoulder and a Flora colossus by his side. Loki smiled wistfully.

“I don't recognize that weapon.” You glanced at Loki, “I was aware of Mjolnir's destruction...”

“Stormbreaker.” Loki explained, grinning. “I had it commissioned during my time as Odin, events were unfolding in the universe, it seemed best to stay ahead of them.” Loki glanced back at Frigga, “Where is the monster now?”

Frigga waved her hand and the scene changed. A barren land appeared, the end of a fight.

Loki tilted his head and squinted, “The metal man?” He leaned forward, watching a bargain unfold. “I see the sorcerer has decided to get involved in Midgard's lowly affairs.”

“He's giving one of the Infinity Stones to...”

“Thanos.” Loki breathed softly. “For the metal man's life.”

A portal opened by the space stone and Thanos vanished.

Loki looked at Frigga sharply, “Where did he go?”

Frigga tossed more plants into the water and the image changed.

Thor rushed at Thanos, Stormbreaker held aloft, the axe flew true, lightning crackling from its blade.

It landed in Thanos' chest.

Loki's mouth fell open. The three of you leaned forward. Thanos raised the gauntlet, six stones glistening and...

“No.” You whispered, shaking your head and looking up at Frigga.

“They lost.” Loki finished for you, disbelief heavy in his voice. He looked up at Frigga, “How? That is the most powerful weapon...” Loki looked back down at the frozen image of Thor watching Thanos vanish through the portal. Loki looked back up. Then back down.

Clenching his fist, Loki turned away, teeth clenched.

“There's more.” Frigga said softly.

“Is this happening now, or has it already happened?” Loki turned back, interested once more.

“It's hard to say. Time does not match up here as it does there. It has taken me a great deal of time to find out how to see between the worlds.” Frigga explained.

“Please, continue.” Loki said, settling back into his seat.

The Avengers were gathered in a facility, mostly the ones Loki knew, plus a daughter of Thanos who seemed to have changed alliances, the raccoon, and a new woman. Your trio of watchers sat in silence as they schemed a new plan to track Thanos down, he had used the Infinity Stones again.

And then...

“Just like that, he's dead?” Loki asked, watching as Thanos' head fell to the ground.

“The stones are gone...” You whispered, “All those people, all those lives, half the universe, gone.”

“Our people.” Loki whispered.

“Do the lives of humans mean so little to you, Loki? I had hoped your indifference was madness.” Frigga admonished.

Loki raised his eyebrow, “Forgive me,” He sneered, “It's hard to forget that after a literal lifetime of father's teachings that suddenly we're to remember that these mortals are in fact valuable assets, more important than goats at banquet tables.”

Frigga pursed her lips. “You are able to think for yourself.”

“Their lives are fleeting.”

“And yet they live so fully nonetheless.”

“Where were these words to challenge Odin in life?” Loki responded, a touch of poison on his tongue.

Frigga looked down sadly, “It was easier to think and know in my heart than to stand against him.”

“I do not wish death on them, but I have better things to mourn.”

“Is that how you will wile away your time from now until darkness?” Frigga responded.

“Oh no, I intend to learn this land's secrets. For now though, I wish to know what becomes of my brother. We have been through much and he has never known suffering, I fear how he will handle it.”

“You think Thor has not suffered in his life?” Frigga countered.

“He has known the suffering of a golden child. And now he has lost that. No Odin to enable him, you cannot comfort him, even I cannot gawk in his shadow, desperate for a breath of air, a touch of sun.” Loki responded evenly, a coldness in his voice. “How will the golden son fair, I wonder? His friends who occasionally humored me are dead, courtesy of Hela, Sif is lost in the winds, even our faithful people cannot give him the love and adoration they once did: how could they? The deathtoll on Asgard, the lives halved by Thanos personally and how many more turned to dust? He was sworn to protect our people. I did that for three years, mocked cruelly for it when I turned our forces inward, keeping them from other realms and allowing Asgard to prosper in itself. I turned our wealth to the arts. Did I glorify myself? Perhaps, I daresay I was owed that much for my sacrifice, I would have gone alone, unknown, and forgotten as ever had I not. I am owed that much. Was removing Odin's powers wrong, it is by right a crime of the realm, but what of the punishment promised to me despite my efforts time and again? Or Thor, who in this situation was valiant and just? I do not regret sending Odin to Midgard. He was the one who chose to die. And where is the fool?” Loki looked around angrily as though Odin might walk out suddenly.

“He was not worthy of Valhalla.” Frigga whispered quietly. “A warrior's death befits Valhalla, dying with a blade, or weapon, in one's hand.”

Loki blinked several times, slowly reeling back. “Oh.” He finally finished with a soft mutter.

“Well, regardless if Thor has known suffering before, he knows it now.” Frigga pointed at the water.

Thor stumbled around his hut drunkenly, night after night. The days and nights whirled by, time passing in a blur. Slowly his hair grew out, his muscles sagged, the weight of the world settled on his shoulders, and yet he rarely left his hut.

“He's a mess.” Loki said, having stood up during his speech and never resumed sitting.

“My poor son.” Frigga whispered, reaching towards the water.

Loki looked at Thor in disgust, “What of our people?”

“Valkyrie cares for them mostly, Thor leaves his hut every month or so to address the Asgardians. They've set up a nice little fishing village on the water's edge.” Frigga explained, still staring longingly at Thor.

“Even now you seek to bolster him.”

“He needs it!” Frigga looked up at Loki.

Loki grit his teeth, “In the depths of my misery, he came to me in my cell. I blamed myself for your death, and he refused to share in our grief, resilient as always. My golden brother.” Loki hissed.

“Your jealousy will wear at you, Loki. Even in death it can destroy you.” Frigga murmured.

Loki looked down at Thor laying on his back, staring morosely at the ceiling. Korg, the rock creature, stood in the doorway with a case of beers. Setting down the case, he closed the door and left.

“I'm disgusted.” Loki whispered. “He's better than that. I admired him for so long.”

“He is only a man, Loki.” Frigga whispered back.

“We are gods. The god of thunder. Look at him.”

“Do you see yourself?” Frigga asked.

“I see what I could have been.” Loki muttered, “I was given nothing and forged in fire. He was given everything.” Loki shook his head.

“He lost his people.”

“I lost my people. And I fought on, I sacrificed my life for him, to live, not... not for this.” Loki trailed off.

“Living is much harder than dying.”

Loki's eyes flashed, “Do you forget what happened when the Bifrost broke? When Odin told me, dangling over an abyss, that I was not good enough? When I gave into despair? You think I haven't met death before? I have been wrenched away from her sweet kiss more times than most, you think I don't know that living is harder than dying?”

Frigga changed tactics, “He has not known the same pain you have, he has not had to cope as you have.”

“No. I had to alone, everything, always alone.”

You stood up. “You have me.”

“I lost you so quickly.” Loki said, turning to you and cupping your face.

You gripped his neck and pulled him towards your height, leaning your forehead against his. “I did not know you for as long as I wish I had, but I have thought every moment I have been here of you. I have been with you in spirit.”

Loki smiled weakly, thumb stroking along your cheek. He swallowed hard and nodded before slowly pulling away. Looking back at Frigga then down at Thor, he shook his head.

“Brother... what is wrong with you...” Loki slowly knelt down. You knelt down beside him and leaned against him.

“How long has it been?” You asked, noting the new lines on Thor's face, the length of his hair, the state of the hut.

“I believe five years.” Frigga answered.

“He doesn't speak with the Avengers, his old friends?” Loki tilted his head.

“He's broken, my son.” Frigga responded, “He seems to be trying to drink himself to death. You have always been a great source of comfort to him.”

“As he said so frequently.” Loki muttered.

“Do you have no sympathy for your brother, after all you've been through?” Frigga asked, a hint of pleading in her voice.

“It's been five years, he has not said my name once.” Loki replied, watching Dr. Banner and the raccoon leave, Thor stumbling after them.

-

“So time travel? How will that work with the scrying pool?” Loki asked.

“It is attuned to their energies in the cosmos, I believe it will follow them.” Frigga explained, searching for more herbs.

“They're going back to the Chitauri invasion.” Loki breathed, “Will they see me?”

“It is likely.”

“I wish to follow the metal man as well.”

“You can call him Tony, he seem nice. I think he respects you.” You smiled at him.

“And how would you know?” Loki raised an eyebrow at you.

“What do you think we practiced scrying on before you arrived?”

Loki looked from you to Frigga then slowly smiled, “So it would seem.” He finally responded, shaking his head slowly and chuckling, “Very well.”

Thor sneaked past Loki's cell, the raccoon in tandem. Without acknowledging them, the Loki in the cell continued to toss a metal cup, ignoring the world around him.

“He ignored me.” Loki whispered softly, “He didn't even acknowledge my existence... All this grief...” Loki looked up at Frigga. “You said he mourned for the loss of me, surely he would...” He looked down at the empty hall beside the cell. “Wouldn't he...” Loki watched as Thor worried at the raccoon, fretting over the impending death of Frigga. “Of course he worries for you.” Loki swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. “Is all this sorrow and grief...”

“He didn't bat an eye when the Warriors three died.” you whispered.

Loki looked at you, “I thought surely I just hadn't found them on the ship yet.”

“You're more observant than that.”

Loki looked at Frigga, then to you, back at the pool. “He speaks not my name, he stops not for me in prison, yet is willing to risk any consequences by seeking you out.” A crooked, open-mouthed smile crossed Loki's face as he continued to blink, tears pricking at his eyes. “Of course.” He licked his lips, nodding slowly. “Yes. My mistake.”

“Loki...” You said slowly, resting your hand on his knee.

Frigga interjected, “He has never been good at expressing his emotions, Loki.”

“He couldn't be damned to even mention me? Not even to you? To stop at my cell? I'm sure I would have just thought it was that madness setting in!” Loki snarled.

“Your brother doesn't think like that.”

“There you are, defending him again!” Loki snapped.

“I'm trying to make you see another side!” Frigga protested.

Loki pursed his lips.

“He fixes problems by punching them, he doesn't know how to tell someone that he is bleeding from his heart, that the closest person to him is gone forever and he is alone in the world and he thinks it's his fault.”

“It is his damned fault!” Loki roared.

“Loki please.” Frigga pleaded.

Loki trembled beside you, fury radiating from him.

“He wanted you to love him as you always had, for you to step out and be your own person scared him, he needed time to change and adapt to your growth.”

“Pity for him.” Loki snarled.

“People always need time to grow, Loki, even for you. He would have, in time, and perhaps it would have been healthier for you to be away for him during that time, to grow by yourself as he grew by himself. But fate was cruel and took away that chance.”

“But now he has the rock beast, back to hero worshiping him.” Loki shook his head, “Any growth he might have had from having his enablers taken away is gone, he's going to fall back into the old patterns.”

Frigga sighed and looked down at the pool, Thor triumphantly holding Mjolnir. “So it would seem.”

“Might as well see the Chitauri then.” Loki waved his hand.

[adventuresloane]

102 hurloane or danbrey?

“So you come here often?”

“Aubrey, I live here.”

She heard a small, strangled sound behind her. When she turned around, she found the new girl with a painfully wide grin and a pair of eyes that darted in every direction but hers. Her full lips, colored a neon orange that clashed with the lodge’s deep reds and dark woods, scrunched up into an “o” shape as she sucked in a breath and started to fan herself. “Old thermostats here?” she asked too loudly to be convincing. She was supposed to be a stage performer? Honestly.

“Your room’s down the hall up here,” she said once they had both reached the top of the stairs. “313, if that’s alright with you.”

“You’re not one of those hotels that skips 13, huh?”

She turned back enough to see the puff of tight, candy-red curls bobbing behind her as Aubrey followed her. “I guess after what you just saw, it won’t surprise you to know we’re not afraid of superstitions around here.”

“Heh, guess not.”

“Seems like you’re not either.” She unlocked the door before dropping the keys in Aubrey’s hand, then stepped through the threshold. Inside was the bed with the spread of earth-toned patchwork, the oil painting of a stag in autumn woods, the television that looked entirely too sleek and modern for its rustic surroundings. “Here you go. The rooms are a little small, but I think they’re comfy enough. I’m not sure what you’re used to, but–”

“Oh, much worse than this!” she answered brightly. She tried to throw her duffel onto the bed, missed, and didn’t pick it up when it banged against the nightstand. The bag had nearly as many patches as her denim vest, many of them from the places she had been, so that the pieced-together fragments could be read like a map. “Usually the places I go to are the ones where you have to shake the sheets to get the bedbugs off.”

“Ah.” Dani glanced dubiously at the luggage. “When was the last time you slept somewhere with bedbugs?”

“I haven’t been itchy lately, so not for awhile. Damn, this is a nice bed.”

Dani felt a tickle against her ankle and looked down to find the white rabbit brushing past her as he hopped into the room, having followed behind his owner. “I guess I’ll leave, uh, both of you to it.”

“Oh, um…” Having flopped, spread-eagled, onto the bed, she suddenly sat up, alert. “You don’t have to. I mean, you’re not bothering us. She’s not bothering us, is she, Dr. Harris Bonkers?” The bunny looked at her and calmly twitched his nose twice. 

Dani almost wasn’t quick enough to bite back the laugh she felt worming its way out of her suddenly. Dr. Bonkers still sat within arms reach of her, and before she could resist, she bent down to rub his forehead with two fingers. He let her. “I do actually have to go. I promised Mama I’d do some stuff around here." 

By now, Aubrey had gotten up from the bed and padded softly over to her, at least as much as one could softly pad while wearing spiked boots with inch-thick soles. She remained a poor actress–her smile wasn’t enough to belie the traces of what looked like regret in her eyes. "Alright, well, you’ll stop by later, right? Any time is good, probably. Promise me you’ll come back?”

“I don’t really do promises,” she mumbled. They set people up for disappointment, she didn’t add. 

“Oh, me neither,” Aubrey said with a quick flip of her hair. “Commitments are for plebs. No gods, no masters." 

This time, Dani couldn’t help but snort. Somehow, Aubrey’s smile looked a touch more genuine afterwards.

"But, uh, Dr. Bonkers doesn’t think so,” she continued after a moment. Carefully, she scooped up her rabbit and took hold of one of his feet, flipping the paw up and down in what looked like a wave. “Come see us again soon?”

Dani felt the bottom of her eye twitch upwards as the side of her mouth lifted into a grin. “I’ll see you around one way or another.”

“You’ve really got to stop trying to train at night,” she said, teeth gritted to keep her lips from quivering. Everything about her felt shaky, actually, as she watched the dribbling blood glint in the fluorescent light of her bathroom. It took every bit of concentration her 12:34 AM mind could muster to keep the needle steady as she stitched together Aubrey’s skin. 

“Don’t tell Mama,” Aubrey said quickly, a little pleading. “She’ll want me to go to the hospital.” She watched as the silver point stick her over and over and did not wince once. Dani wondered how much her pain tolerance had increased since she had started going on Pine Guard missions. This night would leave her with a pale scar cutting across her heart and head and life lines, one she could conceal at the center of her fist. Dani wondered what other scars she had collected that were hidden from view. 

“How did you even get a cut this deep?”

“Practicing with Sniaytch. I was trying to see if I could make it fly back to me handle-first. You know, we’re, uh, still working on it.”

Dani breathed out a small laugh, not because that was particularly funny, but because laughing was the only thing she could do. She threw another red-drenched wad of toilet paper into the wastebasket and dabbed at the wound with a fresh one. Her fingers were sticky with it now, too, clinging to the needle. This was the amount of bleeding she got just from a training accident. Maybe this was nothing compared to what could happen on hunts out in the woods. “Out of pure curiosity, are you this reckless on missions too?”

“I’m kind of this reckless at all times. Reckless is my baseline state. But hey, don’t take me for a slouch!” She took a moment to flex with her free arm. 

Dani just shook her head. Sometimes, when the abominations came through the gate, she would be too busy to spend any real amount of time at the lodge. Days would go by without her seeing the bright flash of the spikes on Aubrey’s jackets or the colorful shock of her loud makeup. She noticed it, now, when those bright sparks were not there to signal Aubrey’s presence. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if they left her life entirely.

“Hey, hey…” Aubrey put an uninjured hand on her shoulder. Leave it to her to try to be the comforting one even when her flesh was torn up. “I’m gonna be fine, alright? I promise I’ll always come back from these hunts, no matter what.”

There had been many people, in the past, who had promised never to leave her. All of them were currently on a different planet. “You can’t guarantee that. Not when the risks are as high as they are.” She sighed. “Nothing personal, Aubrey, but I still don’t really believe in promises.”

The rings in her eyebrow shifted as she furrowed her brow in concern. Then, after a moment, her face loosened into a smile. “Well, I’ll believe for both of us, okay?”

“It wasn’t you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It wasn’t.” Aubrey’s voice was strained, almost angry. “You didn’t kill anyone. I know you didn’t.”

Dani shuddered. Sweat pasted the cover of the book to her hands, making it cling to her. Its many eyes seemed to fix on her, scrutinizing. It might have been the lack of sleep making her vision lose focus, but she swore she saw the slit pupils move around. She felt heavy with exhaustion. Even her breath seemed like a weight in her lungs. She did not bother asking how Aubrey could possibly be so sure. 

Aubrey’s arms wrapped around her, and for half a second she wanted to shove her off, to warn her off. She might change into that beast at any time. But the warmth of the embrace began to seep into her and she couldn’t help but sink, relax the muscles that had been tense for days. She wasn’t sure if the comforting heat came from the magic or from the girl herself. There might not have been a meaningful difference between the two anyway. 

“I know you.” Aubrey’s lips moved against her shoulder, her voice muffled. “And I promise you’re better than that. I’ll believe it even if you won’t.”

When she turned towards Aubrey, the bright red curls brushed her nose. She grounded herself in the sensation. “Aubrey?” She hated the way her own voice cracked. “Do you promise you’ll come back with answers?”

“I promise I’ll do better than that. I’ll put a stop to all this.” And even in the dark of the bedroom, her orange eye seemed to glow like an ember. It might have been from the magic or it might have been from something that radiated out of her like points of light from a star, something that could only be called faith. She placed her hand over Dani’s. “You just promise you’ll come back to me too when it’s all over, okay? Promise you won’t let this ruin your life and you’ll be the person I knew before. Can you do that?”

“I can.” She wasn’t sure if she could at all. But just feeling Aubrey’s breath against her gave her hope, and that was almost like belief.

((Sdvksbvk sorry this took forever and came out kinda wack I think. But you opened my third eye to cynical!Dani and I had to try writing her.))

[chants-de-lune]

@the-most-beautiful-broom told me to write this and I cannot say no to her. I needed something to break my writing slump all day and expounding upon my Zeke head canons did that  

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a broken hallelujah 

“Some good came out of that,” Echo said to her.  “Diyoza’s let us into the ship.  Our collars aren’t tied to the church. We earned her trust.”  

Raven turned around, not giving her the satisfaction of accepting that the plan worked.  It was a Pyrrhic victory that she had  won with every blow they had put on that brilliant pilot.  

He was against the table they’d thrown him at, his breathing sharp.   She walked over, but the glare he sent in her direction stopped her dead in his tracks. 

She could not fall asleep that night, tossing and turning on her cot.  Shaw was lying down at the other end of the church, when just yesterday he probably had a comfortable bunk in the ship.  

She awoke early the next morning after a couple hours of fitful sleep, and the morning rays streaked through the cracked stained glass windows in the church.  She spotted Shaw close to the altar, on his knees with his hands clasped together, head bent and eyes shut.  

She came closer and heard his faint whispers.  

He was praying.  

An immediate wave of curiosity coursed through her head.  Religion hadn’t survived on the Ark, not unless Vera Kane’s hippie earth spiritualism counted.  So many scientists onboard had dissolved the population into agnostics and atheists. 

 Maybe there was a God, but no one was going to call out to Him for their safe return to the Ground. 

The swelling on Zeke’s face had gone down but the bruises were still there.   She knelt beside him.  “What do you want?” He asked in a raspy voice.   She stared at the floor, her voice feeling strained, and not by the collar.  

“Forgiveness.”

He huffed. 

“From who?”    She took a deep breath. 

“You, and perhaps whoever you’re praying to.”    He sighed, raising his head to stare at the fixtures hanging from the ceiling. 

“I have no idea who used to be here,” he murmured, “but a church is a church.” 

Raven chose her next words carefully.  

“My people gave up on religion. I wish they didn’t.” 

“Your people? The ones trying to kill us for being here?” He asked.  She shook her head. 

“There used to be more of us, thousands. But then our stations lost oxygen, we evacuated to Earth and got decimated.  Then we got killed by some of those people across the desert,” she sighed. “Only 100 of my people are in that bunker, if that.  Five went to space with me, and one stayed on the ground.” 

“Clarke,” he whispered after a pause, and she nodded. 

“So you can see why I’m in want of some friends,” she reached out, but he huffed. 

“Friends don’t sell each other out.”    Raven bit her lip.  

“I begged her not to, I know that means little.”  She exhaled before adding.  “I’m sorry.”   

She noticed his hands fidgeting, like he needed something to hold.  

“In the military, they train you not to hold grudges.  And since, well… I can’t call you the enemy with that collar on your neck,” his gaze raked over her in a way that made her shiver.  “I’m not sure what to feel.”  

He sat back on his heels.  “Worst part is that Diyoza confiscated my stuff. Not sure when I’m even getting a change of clothes.”  He managed half a smile with his split lip and Raven gave him a full one in return, her heart beating a little faster at how his eyes immediately dropped to her lips.  

“Hopefully-“  

“Hey you!”  Echo’s shrill tone disrupted her thoughts.  She put a hand out to Zeke for him to stay put, walking over to where Echo was standing. 

“What?” She asked through gritted teeth.  Echo cocked an eyebrow. 

“Stop fraternizing.  I need your help.”

“With what? We did the mission,” her eyes were completely cold, earning her a frown from Echo.  

“Now we have the next step, I’ve gained Diyoza’s trust, now I’m gonna look around her private chamber on the ship, and see what I can find.” 

“Risk getting caught? You’re crazy,” Raven said in a furious whisper.  

“I’m trying to be good at my job,” hissed Echo. She pulled Raven outside of the church.  “I’ve already memorized the guard rotations.  Diyoza will be outside interviewing defectors for the next twenty minutes, we have to move NOW.” 

Raven gritted her teeth again, catching Echo’s arm right before they stepped away from the church. 

“Once this is over, I’m telling Bellamy what you did,” she snarled.  “And I’ll let him decide if you’re turning back into the same traitor who got his first girlfriend killed.”   

The threat falls hard, and she sees Echo’s eyes widen.  Good, Raven thinks, although she isn’t sure why she needed vindication.  

They casually strolled through the village, and when the window of opportunity was open, they slipped inside the ship.  

“Just stand by the door and keep watch,” said Echo, riffling through files in a desk.  “I know what I’m looking for.” 

Raven shrugged, her eyes roaming around the small room.  There was a rack set up in the corner with an array of metal boxes stacked, similar to the ones they had in Arkadia.  

She took a step away from the door, scrutinizing them.  

There was a label on the one nearest her, and it  read LT. M. SHAW. 

Her eyebrows shot up, and she quickly scanned her surroundings: her partner was reading something intently, and the hallway was completely clear.  No shouts on the radio.  

Raven closed the door silently and went over to the rack.  Her hands trembled slightly as she opened the box,  intrigued about what she could discover on her mysterious pilot.  

Underneath his spare uniform, his collection was sparse.  A battered copy of My Side of the Mountain, which she handled with care.  A black iPod, similar to the one Jasper carried after Mount Weather.   

And then there was a cube.  She laughed a little when she took it out, the colorful faces standing out in the dim light of the office.  

A Rubik’s cube.  She had seen them in the data files on the Ark but any that were brought up before the bombs had long been scrapped for parts.   She stared at it, utterly fascinated as she tested it to see if the rows still slid cleanly.  

“Raven!” Echo snarled from the desk.  “What are you doing?”  

“Multitasking,” Raven fired back, picking up the box as she stood.  She was about to put it away and go back to her post when something small twinkled in the light.  She reached into the corner of the box and pulled out a string of beads, a crucifix dangling from it.  

The beads were made of painted red wood, linked together with a silver chain and an icon pressed on the piece extending towards the crucifix.   She brought the beads up to her nose and inhaled.  Scented, like sandalwood, if she had to hazard a guess.   These were valuable.  

“He’s a Catholic,” murmured Raven, her mind flashing to a vague memory she had of her grandmother praying on a similar chain before she died.  Before Raven’s mother took it and pawned it for alcohol credits.  

“He’s a what?” snapped Echo.  Raven clenched her fist and shut the lid of the box. 

 “Nothing,” she murmured, pacing back to the door and cracking it open a little.  There were shadows in the main entry.   “I think it’s time we get out of here. Did you find what you wanted?”  

Echo nodded.  “ I think so.” 

And then they crept into the shadows.  

Raven waited till dusk to approach Zeke again.  

“Where have you been?” He asked, his tone neutral.   She shrugged. 

“Nowhere special, we’re stuck here.”   He huffed again, and it was probably the closest she would ever get to a laugh.  

“Here is special, compared to the space rock I was on for years.”  

 Part of her is nagging to learn more about his past, but this next part was the most delicate step, and she couldn’t screw it up with an impulse.  

“Look, we both know we’re two of the smartest people here,” she said.  “Our ten hour hacking game kinda proved that.”   His mouth pulled into a slight smile, and her shoulders sag in relief.  

“We have our loyalties, but neither of us truly belong to the people fighting over this valley,” she whispered, stepping closer.  He turned to her, attention fully fixed on her eyes. 

“Forgiveness may take a while, I get that.”  She took a breath and clasped his hand in both of hers, rubbing her thumb over the broken skin on his knuckles.  “But perhaps all I need is a little faith.”  

His eyes were bearing into hers, hard.  She held his gaze.  

“I’m getting you out of this fray alive, Lieutenant Shaw.”  

She nodded once, then she walked away, leaving him standing there with a rosary curled in the palm of his hand.  

[got7scxnarios4u]

Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

He knew that you felt his power when you hugged him, that’s why you fainted. It was obviously too much for your body to handle. But he had never felt a power like that before, it was strong and it was pure. When he left his realm to come into this one, he knew that his powers might weaken, as he was made to not harm anyone. He especially thought his powers would be dampened when he came into contact with Lilith. When you touched him he felt stronger, there was something about you. He rips his shirt off and brings out his wings, the once malted feathers had grown back and shone brighter than ever. Suddenly he heard the door being opened. As quickly as he could he swept his wings back into his back. He threw himself on the bed and wrapped his duvet around his body. A few milliseconds later, you were standing in his doorway.

When your gaze meets his, you realise that you didn’t knock.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, I-I was just wondering if you w-wanted to something eat.” You stutter, pulling your PJ shorts down. It was only now that you realised that you were no longer wearing the same clothes as before. When you fainted, Jaebum must’ve changed you, the thought of it made you blush.

“You shouldn’t be asking me, I’m not the one who fainted.” He says, getting up and putting on his shirt.

He tries not to make eye contact so that you don’t ask any questions, the other time you came in his room, he had been sitting with his shirt off, much like this time. He leads you back to the kitchen.

You watch him as he moves around the kitchen, for someone who was clueless about basic things, he sure looked like he knew what he was doing. Jaebum gets the ingredients from the fridge and the pots from the cupboard. For the first week, he didn’t really know how things worked, but he gave it time for his senses and his brain to calibrate. Once he did that, he understood everything, absolutely everything.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” You say, leaning your head on your hand.

“Yeah, I um watched a few tutorials on YouTube. Sorry, I um used your laptop while you were at work.” He says, as he starts preparing the meal.

You suddenly remember that you were going to give him a phone. You weren’t going over the top, you were planning to give him your old phone. Recently you had been very anxious when you were not around him and you wanted to have constant contact.  You go over to the drawer in the kitchen and find the phone.

“I think you should have this. You don’t have any sort of communication device. That’s dangerous, it’s no biggie, and it’s just a pay as you go.” You ramble, handing him the sleek device.

“Th-Thanks.” He stutters, taking the phone from you and putting it in his back pocket.

You two share a light conversation over dinner, he cracks a few jokes making you clutch your stomach. And then you laugh a bit too loud and your bedroom door flings open. A dishevelled Hoseok walks out.

“Babe what are y- Oh.” His face drops as his eyes land on Jaebum, who seemed to be glowing. How could someone look so good all the time?

“We were just have a late night meal. We would’ve made you some, but I didn’t want to wake you.” You say, moving your chair away from Jaebum’s.

“Oh okay. Well I’ve got work in the morning, so I’m going back to bed. Just keep it down.” Hoseok says before going back into your room and slamming the door behind him.

“Is he always such an asshole?” Jaebum grumbles.

“Not always. No offence, you kinda bring out the worse in him. I think it’s safe to say that he hates you.” You say, letting out a light chuckle.

“Well, I hate him too.”

“I can’t even deal.” You laugh.

“You have a nice laugh.” Jaebum say quietly, making direct eye contact.

It got a bit too intense again, so you mumble a goodnight before running to your room.

_

“I don’t think I’m gonna go into work today, I still feel a bit strange.” You inform Hoseok, as you watch him dress from your bed.

“If you want. By the way, I won’t be able to make your friend’s birthday thing tonight.” He says, tying his tie.

“No problem, I’ll just take Jaebum.” You say, leaning up on your arm.

“You didn’t even think about that. You were probably just hoping I would cancel.” He scoffs.

You stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I wish you could come. I was just suggesting it because he doesn’t know anyone. Maybe I could hook him up with one of my friends. Show you that I am not interested in him and he not interested in me.”

He looks at you with a small smile appearing on his face, he gives you a peck on the lips.

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole, I’ve been under a lot of pressure at work lately. I’ll make it up to you.” He says, hugging you.

 You wave to Hoseok as you watch him out of your window. You couldn’t help but feel bad for lying, telling him that you were interested in Jaebum, because that was far from the truth.

“Morning.” You hear a deep groggy voice, emerge from behind you.

You turn around and smile brightly at him.

“How did you sleep?”

“Not too bad. You? How are you feeling?” He questions, grabbing himself a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Much better, just wanted to stay at home today. I feel a bit strange. Plus I was wondering… Its my friend’s birthday and she’s having a little get together. I was… was wonder-wondering if.” You stutter, taking a seat on the couch.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.” He mumbles, taking a wig of water.

A massive smile places itself on your face.

“Thank you, we have to be there by six. It’s just a sit down dinner.”

 --

“You guys look so good together, let me take a picture. Sit closer together.” Your friend coos, bringing out her phone to snap a photo.

“Stooop!” You whine.

Jaebum suddenly pulls you closer to him and turns to your friend, ready for the photo. He wanted the photo, he didn’t know when he would have to go back home, things had been pretty rough lately. Weird surges of power and what not. That could be a sign that he was going home soon.

You see and feel that he was willing to take a photo, so you lean back into him and smile whole your friend takes the picture.

“You guys are literally glowing.” She exclaims, showing you her phone.

She was right, you did look good together. You coulnd’t ignore the white light surrounding the two of you. It almost looked angelic.

--

“Well we have to go, it’s getting late. Thank you for the great evening and the cake. I will make sure Hoseok gets it.” You hug her and your two other friends.

“Maybe you should just go home and share the cake, and maybe a little more with Jaebum. If you know what I mean.” Your friend says, raising her eyebrows, nudging you.

You blush, feeling the heat rise to your face and you quickly shake your head.

“Come on, you’ve at least thought about it. A handsome stranger rocking your world? I’ve just met him and I’ve had about 10 wet dreams already.”

Jaebum smirks to himself as eavesdrops on your conversation. He leaned against the counter, waiting for you. Suddenly he feels a darkness cover the room and a familiar laugh echoes in his ear. Lilith. She walks through the doors, dressed in a waitress uniform, they make eye contact. She smirks and walks towards him, stopping shortly in front of him.

“I was just thinking about you, how you were living, breathing in this realm. How I c-“ Jaebum cuts her off.

“What do you want? You’re lucky, I’m feeling nice today. That I don’t destroy you right her-.”

“But you can’t, one touch and you’re weak. Without that girl around you. Or maybe I’ll just show her exactly what I can do, what we can d-.”

“Don’t touch her!” Jaebum grunts through gritted teeth.

Lilith laughs.

“Oh, I won’t touch her.” She sniggers, walking away.

You hug your friends one last time before heading over to Jaebum. You spot a woman walking in your direction, you recognise her. She was Jaebum’s ex and the woman who helped you get him up.

“Hi!” You say, she doesn’t stop, she just barges past you. You feel the same dark feeling you felt the day before, you clutch your side and falter.

It takes you seconds to get your breath back, even when you get your balance back you don’t feel 100%.

“You ready to go?” You ask.

Jaebum nods and opens the door.

--

The car journey was peaceful, music in the back ground of small talk. Being with Jaebum felt normal. Like you were couple who had been together for a long time, but the interest and the curiosity is still there. But you had to put that to the side, you were a faithful girlfriend, so faithful that you were bringing your boyfriend a slice of cake.

You pull up outside Hoseok’s house.

“Just stay outside, he doesn’t like seeing you at my house, so he would despise seeing you here.” You warn him, taking the cake from his hands.

You walk up to his door and hold your hand up to the doorbell. But then you decided to surprise him, he had been feeling unloved lately and you turning up with cake would surely change his mind. You dig around in your bag and find his key. You put the key in the door and turn, trying not to squash the cake as you push the door.

“Hey! I know it’s late but I brought you some cake! It’s your favourite. Hoseok?” You shout out, wandering through his house.

Hoseok emerges from his room, shirtless with a shocked expression plastered on his face.

“W-what are you doing here?” He asks, swiftly shutting the door behind him.

“I brought you cake. Cos you couldn’t come to the party.” You smile.

“You should’ve called. Let’s eat it downstairs.” He says.

“No, let’s eat it in your room and cuddle a bit.” You smile and push past him to open his door.

Your eyes fall on his bed where a sleeping woman lay. Clothes were thrown all over the place. You had been cheated on before and it didn’t affect you, as you weren’t emotionally invested/ But this time at this moment, it hurt. The cake box slips from your hand and drops all over the hard wood floor.

“Babe…” Hoseok voices echoes in your ears.

You turn around and run down the stairs and out the door, Hoseok runs behind you. Jaebum walks towards you, he had been listening to everything, but he had been holding back, learning self-restraint.

“I can’t believe you! For weeks you’ve been accusing me of being unfaithful. Telling me I shouldn’t trust Jaebum, but I really shouldn’t have trusted you.” You turn, causing him to stop.

“I’m-.”

“SORRY? CUT THE BULLSHIT. OH I should’ve broken up with you ages ago.” You shout.

“Let’s go, I’ll drive.” Jaebum says, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the car.

Tears of anger flow down your face. Jaebum stops briefly and shoots Hoseok a look, causing a pot to fall from the window above. It narrowly misses Hoseok.

“You have to eat something!” Jaebum cries from the other side of your door.

You had been stuffed up in your room the whole weekend, and it wasn’t because of Hoseok, well it shouldn’t have been. You had been feeling emotional and sensitive ever since the restaurant. Ever since Lilith touched you, at first it felt like jealousy, but then it grew into something else. You had been glowing, no, not like the glow in the pictures. Not like the glow you’ve had your whole life, a healthy glow. It was a beaming bright light that just radiated from your body. It had only just started dimming down, but you didn’t want to risk anybody seeing it.

“I’m not hungry!” You shout, for what felt like the 100th time.

“You leave me no choice.” You hear Jaebum say, and before you know it your door is busted open.

Jaebum storms towards you and picks you up. You kick and scream as he takes you to the living room and throws you on to the couch.

“There are some noodles. You have to eat them and then you have to shower. And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you go back to your hole.” He lays down the rules, handing you the chopsticks.

You slowly take them from his hand and begin to eat.

“I-I’m sorry about Hoseok.” He says after a few moments of silence.

You let a small grunt as you scoff down your noodles. You were hungrier than you initially thought.

“Then why are you locking yourself up in your room?” Jaebum questions, sitting next to you.

He would understand right? He had some sort of powers, you hadn’t spoken about it, but you had witnessed it.

“I- um. I have a problem. Let me just show you.” You concentrate and the light sparks up the whole room.

Jaebum shields his eyes, but they soon adjust and he is able to look at you.

“You’re an A-.” He starts.

“A freak? I know! I don’t know what’s happening to me.” You cry.

He puts his hand on your shoulder.

“No, you’re like me.” He starts to radiate the same bright light as you.

You knew he was different, but he seemed to be relatable to you, no matter what he said or did, you had always understood him.

You make direct eye contact with him and it’s like you were in a whirlwind. You knew everything, why you had been different, why you had been so attracted to Jaebum in the first place.

“Angel. You’re an Angel.” You state.

“How- What?”

“I’ve seen it all, this was kept from me for 23 years, to protect me, and my parents were given me. I was supposed to be up there, with you. This was destined, by why is it happening now? My birthday is in a week, it’s not today. Something’s not right.” You feel power surge through your body, not in the way you felt before, this was new, almost painful.

Your bright white light flashes a dark red. Jaebum knew that light all too well, at the height of his rebellion his light was dark red, it mostly signified the blood spilled. But you hadn’t killed anyone, but Lilith had. She had touched you swapping parts of her darkness for your light and it would only make more powerful. Why was she created?? She was nothing but trouble. She tricked and deceived. All the time Jaebum wasted on her, he could’ve been looking for you. Not that he even knew you existed, he thought he was created to be alone.

“Lilith, she touched you. She did this. She swapped her darkness for some of your light. It will take a while before you’re back on your feet. Now that we have each other.” Jaebum tells you.

It wasn’t jealousy, and you knew it. The moment you saw her, there was something in the back of your mind telling you to stay away from her.

“So do you have wings?” You ask, your light fading, Jaebum’s does the same.

“Yes.” He responds, grabbing your hand, playing with it.

“I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this. I was trying to stop myself from falling for you, but I couldn’t. You were literally made for me.” You press your forehead against his.

He presses his lips against yours and it feels like a thousand fireworks going off at the same time. You kiss him back, wanting to stay like this forever.

“I love you.” He whispers resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you too.” It was the first time you had said it to someone who wasn’t your parents.

“Now, show me your wings.” You lay back on the couch.

[jess-the-vampire]

Tom Vs The Forces Of Evil (Au), Chapter 6

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"Tom, are you sure about this?" Marco said, watching Tom straighten his tie in front of his huge mirror. "Of course i'm sure...I can totally do this.." "But she's a demon, Tom..." He turned to his friend, "And what's wrong with that?" 'Well, it's just....It's..She.." Marco couldn't seem to find the right words to answer Tom's question. "Demons aren't monster's, Marco." Tom adjusted his jacket, and started to smooth his hair to stand up, "They're powerful creatures, but they're not really evil....don't focus so much on their appearances Marco...". Marco crossed his arms and Tom laughed, " Star's cool, I promise you....but don't attempt to fight her though, it's almost impossible to win against a demon in a match..." Tom looked over himself, "Can you bring Marshmallow over here for me?" Marco raised an eyebrow, "Why do you need your rabbit?" "Because he's coming with us to see Star...." Tom said happily, "She's going to love him, don't you think?" Marco carefully took the pink rabbit out of it's cage and handed him off to Tom, Tom scratched the bunny behind the ears happily. Marco smiled and pet the bunny's soft head, "Yeah, i guess it's hard not to love this little guy..."

"I want Star to see I've changed..." Tom explained, "I think she'll be impressed when she finds out how anger free I've been lately..." He opened his jacket, that hid a bright red button underneath. In big white text it said "53 days anger free", Tom was happy that he beat the record he destroyed during that mewni incident, now maybe he could fully let that incident die. "Tom, the last time you talked....." Marco started. "She called me on accident and didn't want to talk to me, I know...." Tom answered, "But that was four weeks ago, I've gotten my mewberty wings now, i'm completely mature.....". Four weeks since she called, over 8 since his last incident, that should be enough time to ask her out right? Marco rolled his eyes, "Tom, you know she might say no right?" Tom grinned, "It's worth a shot.....i put this off for way too long, if i don't ask her now...there's no way i'll see the ball tonight.." Marco's eyebrows raised, "Wait what??!! It's tonight and you're asking her now!?" Tom smiled sheepishly, "Yeah.....I know it's close but I've been so busy hanging out with you..". He trailed off, biting his lip, "...that I lost track of time.....". He wasn't lying, Marco had been keeping him company so much these days that he'd forgotten about the dance for weeks, well that, or they were a distraction to put off the awkwardness of asking out his demon ex. Tom suspected after the anger incident, and the mewberty incident, Marco was just trying to be protective over him and try and keep him as happy as possible. Part of him wanted to tell Marco that he didn't want to be pitied, but the attention he received from him was wonderful, he'd never had a relationship like this with anyone. Ponyhead usually ignored his feelings, his parents didn't spend time with him, his kingdom rarely had faith in him. Marco was feeding him so much care and comfort it was refreshing. Tom knew Marco only did so much because he cared. But, it was time for Tom to handle some things himself. He wasn't a baby anymore. Marco face palmed, making Tom laugh. "It's ok Marco, if she says no......" He trailed off, not wanting to think about it. Marco put a comforting hand on his shoulder, attempting to smile, "Annual Movie night?" "Yeah.." the prince said, making an equally forced smile. Holding his rabbit under an arm, Tom grabbed his dimensional scissors and opened a portal to what Marco could only assume was the underworld. Tom went in first and Marco followed after. The wave of heat hit him instantly, making Marco sweat already, they were outside of the Castle and Marco stared in wonder and in fear at how large and intimidating it was. Dark, on a lava waterfall, dark towers perking out front he sides, a faint red moon on the top. Marco walked a little closer to Tom as the demon guards let the Prince and his friend in. "We're allied with the lucitors.." Tom explained, "So we get in much easier...." Tom walked along the halls happily, humming Love Sentence while Marco's eyes scanned the scene for any signs of danger. Demons rushed around, carrying ribbons, food, and things that made Marco very nauseous thinking about. They were preparing for the ball, and Marco started to wonder why Tom would want to go to something this.....different. Tom eventually lead them to the ballroom, "Star is in control of this entire event, she's gotta be here to help plan everything..." "Oh....yay...", Marco said with fake enthusiasm. "No, it looks stupid over there...", came a growl from the center of the room, and upon getting closer Marco saw it came from a girl. Although the closer he got he noticed her skin was a much more inhuman red, she had dark pink markings under her eyes reminiscent of hearts, she had wild blonde hair, small red horns peeking out from the top of her head, what seems to be bat like wings, something resembling a tail was coming out of her dress, and her eyes were blue with a hint of red. She wore a ripped up dress, leggings, and dragon boots that seemed to almost be alive. This had to be Star. and judging by Tom's nervousness and grin, he knew that as well. Tom checked on his hair, suit, and rabbit before approaching the girl and tapping her shoulder to get her attention. She whipped around, almost startled, until she saw who it was. "Oh....you...", She put on her best scowl, while Tom continued to smile under her gaze. "Hey Star..", the prince tried to remain eye contact with the demon as best he could, trying not to look intimidated by her. Marco, on the other hand, was doing the complete opposite. Intimidated, and ready if he needed to pull some karate moves at any sign of trouble, he knew he was supposed to trust Tom's word that Star was alright, but the way she was looking at Tom made Marco keep his guard up. She crossed her arms, continuing to scowl at the prince, "What are you doing here?" Tom took his wand out of his jacket pocket, and magically produced a bouquet of roses, which he handed to the demoness along with a smile. Marco, although still on guard in case of an attack, rolled his eyes at the silly romantic gesture. "Star Lucitor...." Tom said, trying his hardest to be flirty despite his nervousness, "I'm here to ask you to the Blood Moon Ball..." Marco wanted to laugh, Tom was giving her puppy dog eyes and smiling so bizarrely sweet at her. But Star's anger turned into confusion, and Marco decided maybe this wasn't a good time to drawn attention to himself. "You're inviting yourself....to my ball?", She said, "Tom, did you forget already? We. broke. up....period." "Well, I was thinking.." He started, "We could go together.....and try again?" Marshmallow wiggled under Tom's arm and he pulled him up to present to the demon girl, " I've been working on my anger, I have this adorable bunny...he helps me out a lot with my issues, my friend Marco over here took me in...and he's helping me relax and calm down..." Marco froze when the demon eyed him up and down, he felt like she'd pounce on him. "...Oh, and check this out.." Tom said happily, revealing his red button within his jacket, "I'm 53 days anger free, i'm not blowing up like i used to anymore..." He looked so proud of himself, and Star seemed to reconsider a little bit. She reached a clawed hand out and pet the rabbit's soft head, "53 huh?" "Yep.." "Tom, why do you want to go to my ball this badly....?" She asked, "You know i hate traditions....and this princess stuff is kinda lame..." "I love your world..." Tom said happily, "And besides, wouldn't it be a lot more fun with company?" Marco watched the two of them talk, trying to figure out why they'd date, or even why they broke up in the first place. Tom always told him it was his fault, that his anger and his issues ruined their relationship, but watching them now Marco noticed Star's attitude seemed to be making cracks in Tom's shell. He was trying so hard to not feel awful, Marco just wanted to reach out and hug him. "Yeah, but I can invite my friends...." Star said, shrugging. Tom kept his fake smile on, "Well, I think we could have fun again, like the old days...i'm not the same guy you knew, and I think things could be different now..." Star thought for a moment, and called for a servant, it handed her a tiny bell and hammer, which she then passed onto Tom. "I'm not calling you my date but, I guess if you really want to you can come just to see the place for yourself. It's probably not going to be alot of fun, but since my parents aren't here to stop me from doing what I want tonight....I guess having you there won't hurt...", She looked reluctant to proceed with this, but Tom's smile made her grin just a bit. "Thank you Star..." Tom said, "I hope I see you there..." Marco pulled on Tom's arm, trying to lead him away so they could leave as another demon looked at them evilly. "Come on Tom, we better go..." He said, gritting his teeth. Tom lovingly waved at Star and Marco made sure they had everything before he pulled Tom away from the ballroom. Star shook her head and turned back to her eager servants, "No, guys MORE glitter!!" - By the time Marco got Tom back home, Tom was already preparing for his "date" tonight. Rushing to his closet (Only after putting his rabbit down), and trying to find the best suit he could, hoping he could find one that would match Star. Marco wanted to tell him he had plenty of time before the ball and there was no reason to start right now, but then again he knew Tom always put a lot of effort into how he looked most of the time anyway. This was a date with an ex-girlfriend, it's not weird he'd be giving himself enough prep time to look great. Marco left to give Tom some space and watched Tv downstairs, holding Marshmallow and petting his soft head. "Tonight was going to be our weekly movie night..." He sighed to the rabbit, "But Tom really wants to do this and I guess we can always do it tomorrow...". He looked at the pink bunny perched on his legs and resumed talking, "I mean, Star clearly doesn't want him back, why does Tom even want her back so badly...he doesn't need her to feel complete". Marco rubbed his scalp, "She just seems so cold....to him, and yet he's leaving me for her....the girl who dumped him and who could hurt him.." Images of Star humiliating Tom at the ball started to pop into Marco's mind, and it only made him more concerned for the boy above him trying on blazers. Tom was sensitive, he was emotional and he was getting better at handling those emotions: But Tom was still an emotional guy. He'd cry while watching sad scenes in movies (Which he denied), he was visibly upset when being bullied, and it clearly took everything in his power to not break down at Star's words of rejection. Marco didn't want to make any accusations about their relationship, but something about Star seemed.....off to him. He didn't want to admit to himself that he was taking Tom's side in something he didn't understand just because of them being friends. But the sounds of the Tv were drowned out by his inner thoughts about Tom going to this party, being rejected by his ex, and Tom blowing up or breaking down in sadness. This couldn't end well, there was no way. Marco turned off the Tv, maybe he could talk Tom out of it? There had to be something he could do to keep Tom from getting hurt. Marco did everything in his power to tell himself he was doing this for Tom's own good, and that this wasn't selfish of him. Tom would be heartbroken if he didn't go, but he'd also be heartbroken if we went anyway, maybe? Right? Marco held Marshmallow closely, and knocked on Tom's door. This wasn't going to be fun, but he had to say something to his friend. "Come in!!" He heard Tom call out. "Tom, we need to tal-" Marco opened the door, and started to head inside but paused at the sight of Tom brushing off his suit. Tom looked up and saw Marco staring and grew a bit red, which he shook off with a laugh and a shrug. "Heh, what do you think? Too much?" Tom looked like a whole new person, Marco'd never seen him look so....princely before. He was wearing a white tailcoat with gold buttons, along with white pants and black boots, a dark red vest with gold buttons underneath his tailcoat, a white shirt underneath that, a salmon pink ascot that matched his hair, and a red bow tie that matched his eyes perfectly. "Wow...." Marco said, lips forming a smile, "You look just....wow...." Tom relaxed, "I'm taking that as a good thing? I've been trying on nice clothes for awhile....I wasn't sure about this one but..if you really like it..." "You don't have to wear it if you don't want to..." Marco trailed off, blushing. "I trust your judgement", Tom grinned, "Now I just need to work on make-up and hair and I should be ready..." Marco snapped out of looking at Tom and walked up to him, holding the pink rabbit close, "Tom, I-I uh....I want to talk to you..." Tom took his rabbit out of Marco's hands and put him back in his cage, "Sure, what's going on?" Tom took a seat on his bed and Marco sat down next to him, "Look it's- We...I-Are you sure...about this? About the ball? And Star?" Tom looked as if Marco asked him the most ridiculous question ever. "Of course i'm sure Marco, I've been wanting to go to this for years, and if everything goes well, maybe me and Star can get back together again..", He smiled at the thought, but Marco still didn't seem comfortable with his answer. "Look..." Tom started, "I know it's sudden, and Star's a bit cold right now...but it'll be fine...i can keep myself calm, you don't need to keep an eye on me so much..or be so protective of me...." Marco sighed, "I'm just worried about you.....I don't trust Star.." Tom pat his head, "You'll get used to her, I promise you....but..." "But?" "If it makes you feel any better, maybe you can come with me?" He suggested, "I mean, humans aren't typically allowed there but I can have you as my partner and i'm sure they won't mind.." "Are you sure? I-I don't wanna be a burden on your night-" "You're not a burden Marco..." Tom reassured, " If you really want to, you can come...just.....don't do anything unless I need you ok? I can handle Star all by myself.." Marco felt the back of his neck, "Well-" "Marco, promise me you won't interfere unless I need you..." Tom said very sternly, as if Marco was being a troublesome child. He held out his hand for Marco to shake, "I want to know I can trust you to let me handle things by myself...." Marco stared at the hand as if it was a foreign object to him, unsure whether to take it or not. But nervously, he took Tom's hand and shook it. "Ok...." He promised, "I'll be there to support you and help you.....but..I'll back off from Star unless you need me..." Tom smiled and pulled the human into a tight hug, "Thanks Marco....and hey!! You coming sounds kinda nice, you might like it there!! I could talk to you about demon culture and stuff!!". Marco hugged him back, hoping tonight he could keep his promise. "Yeah, sounds fun.." - Tom went into the bathroom and prepared his hair and make-up, only a few hours left to go before the Ball began. As he got ready, Marco sorted through his wardrobe for anything he could possibly wear, but nothing felt really suitable for a demon ball. After wrecking his closest, he went to his parent's room for anything his dad could loan him for the night. An old box caught his eyes and he opened it. It had to be pretty old, his dad probably had this since his high school days, he kept alot of personal things like that. Marco reached inside and pulled out a skull mask. A smile perked his face. "Perfect." - "Tom?" Marco knocked on the bathroom door, "I'm ready when you are..." Tom opened the door immediately, hair perfectly gelled and eyeliner finished. "Yeah, I'm-" He paused to look Marco up and down, "Woah Diaz..." Marco crossed his arms, wearing a white buttoned shirt, a red tie, a black jacket with gold tassels, dark pants, dress shoes, a skull mask, and a large red sombrero. Although he wouldn't admit it, he felt a bit silly dressed like this, but Tom didn't seem to mind at all. "It was my dad's...." Marco started. "Well, I like it...." Tom said, "C'mon...we better get going, i don't wanna be late for Star..." Tom grabbed onto Marco's hand and headed into his room, opening a door to his balcony. He pulled out the bell and hammer Star had given him, "So remember, be careful, don't eat anything with a face, don't play with fire and-" "And don't worry about Star too much.." Marco finished, sighing, "I hope you know what you're doing Tom...." Tom hit the bell, making a surprisingly loud chime, a wall of fire rose up revealing a large demon holding a carriage, making Marco have slight-second thoughts. Tom asked for the bottom floor and as they stepped inside the carriage together, Tom gave Marco a calming grin. "Marco, I'll be fine....." ,He reassured as the doors closed behind them, " You worry too much.." - Marco was starting to feel hot again, the familiar stench of ash and death overflowed his sense of smell, they must've finally arrived to their destination Tom happily excited the carriage when the doors opened, holding his hand out for Marco to join him, Marco smirked and let Tom pull him out of the carriage. Demons of many forms and species were already heading inside that familiar ballroom from this morning, only it looked to be much more elaborate then before. "Star went all out..." Tom admired, "All the traditional demon decor, but with her cute and bright touch all over...it's nice..." Well, at least he thought so. Marco on the other hand, didn't see anything cute about the glittery heads with bows on the walls, or the blood on the walls, or demons playing a game that seemed to melt flesh. Tom's tolerance of this much violence was admirable, he cried at soap operas, and yet this much violence didn't seem to bother him. Tom then started to talk about the ball, as they searched for his ex within the crowds, talking about it's traditions and something about souls and the moon that Marco ignored because he was way too focused on "Not Dying". Tom had his wand with him in case of any issues, and Marco was great at self-defense, but the human didn't know a lot about demons and if Tom and him were separated within this crowd he wasn't sure he'd make it out alive. Then he felt Tom tug him harshly and he started to run through the crowds, seeing a familiar tail with a star at the end slinking through the crowds. "STAR!!" He exclaimed, making the tail stop, and the girl it was attached to turn around to look at the prince. Star had her hair up in a bun, she wore a ripped pink dress covered in white bows and hearts with one shoulder bare, she had matching leggings and gloves, and matching pink and white boots. She didn't look that excited to see Tom, but Marco's presence made an eyebrow go up. Tom noticed and pulled Marco forward, "He's here as my guest, I hope you don't mind...h-he really wanted to enjoy your ball with me.." Star looked between the two boys, a smirk on her lips. "Awww Tom, I thought I was your date tonight?!! But you know what? I like this better..." She said, slightly laughing and making both boys turn bright red. Marco was glad his mask hid his own blush, but Tom's was very noticeable along with his stutter as he tried to ignore what Star just said. "Y-You...He's not....W-we're not like..." Tom crossed his arms, embarrassed, and avoiding Star's gaze. "Relax I'm only teasing..." Star muttered through giggled, before eyeing Marco, "I'm not lying though, feel free to take him off my hands......" Tom didn't seem too amused by Star's jokes about getting rid of him, and Marco could see him starting to lose a bit of his grip. But Tom took a deep breath and seemed to regain himself before attempting a small smile at the princess. "So uh....you look lovely Star..." Star looked at him oddly,"Uh...thanks?" Watching these two was utterly painful for Marco, Tom's attempts to flirt with his ex, and Star's clear uninterest towards him. Marco felt very uncomfortable standing here, but going anywhere else made him feel unsafe. Star looked around for an excuse to leave and saw the snack table, "I'm gonna get some grub....cya later i guess...?" She went into the crowd and Tom started to follow when Marco grabbed his arm, "Tom....you can't keep pushing this....." Tom looked at him sadly. "Marco, I-It's Star......let me go...I-I'll-" "Tom....." Tom sighed. "I know....I just...I don't wanna give up on her..." "I know..." Tom relaxed a bit, "Just...give me some more time with her ok? If..Things don't work right....." Marco lifted his mask to give him a comforting smile, "Movie night?" Tom returned the smile. "Are you gonna be ok on your own for a bit?", He asked Marco, staring him straight in the eyes. "I guess..." Marco answered, "I'll call you if I need help ok?" "Good.." Tom pulled in for a quick hug before straightening his clothes, "Alright, I'll be right back....don't have too much fun without me dork..." He grinned and ran after the princess, who was excitability giggling and talking to some of her friends. She seemed pretty bubbly and excitable when she wasn't talking to Tom as Marco observed, guess he couldn't blame someone like Tom for wanting someone so positive and upbeat all the time. He silently wondered what exactly happened between them as he moved through the crowd. Some demons were dancing, others were participating in dangerous activities, and some were eating. He saw demons covered in blood, demons wearing spiders, demons showing off their powers.... They really didn't pay Marco any mind overall. Marco looked around, part of him wished Tom was still next to him so he could explain a lot of these strange demon customs, he noticed a huge focus especially on red and a crescent red moon. This must have been the moon Tom had been talking about earlier? He looked at it in wonder for a little bit, when he heard the sounds of a microphone go off from the far end of the ballroom and started to make way to the front. A large red demon was testing the mic out, and every single living thing looked at him intently. "Welcome to our annual Blood Moon Ball!!!" He started, "As you know, every 667 years the blood moo-" "Hey Star wait up-", Marco heard whispers among the crowd and caught sight of pink hair. He followed, Tom was out of breath and caught up to Star, who still looked annoyed to see him. Tom blushed, "The dance is about to start....you wanna be my par-" "No." She said. Some demons shushed them, trying to listen to the speech. "-The light will select one lucky couple to be together for eternity within it's ruby brotem..." The ceiling opened up, revealing another moon symbol in the sky. "Let the dance commence!" Demons started to get into pairs, music started, and Marco tried to make his way over to Tom. "C'mon Star...." Tom pleaded, "It'll be fun..." "Tom...I invited you as a friend, I invited you..because I know you wanted to witness this Ball for yourself....but No means No..", Star gave him a look, "My parents think i'm reckless, they hired a life coach for me so i can stop causing so much trouble with my magic!!" Tom winced a bit. "This is the one night they're gone so I can have fun and I don't need my Ex following me around so much!!" She growled, "Tom, it's over....stop trying to change that..". She used her wings and flapped away from the moping boy on the dance floor. Marco, deciding they should just leave, finally got to Tom and grabbed his hand. Tom turned around to see who it was, and that was when he saw nothing but red. Both boys, in shock, looked up to see a red light looking back at both of them. Demons stared all around, moving out of the way and off the dance floor. Tom needed a sec to process everything, "M-Marco?" "Y-yeah?" "We...We're...." He said awkwardly, "We have to dance Marco..." "What?" "Take my shoulder, now...", He moved his free hand to Marco's waist. Marco awkwardly put his free hand on Tom's shoulder as Tom started to waltz with him. Marco feel uncomfortable as many, many eyes watched him dance with the prince. He tried to avoid his gaze to look at Tom, but that only made his stomach drop even more. Tom looked just as awkward about dancing as he did, but he put on a fake smile and tried to lighten the bizarre situation. Marco attempted to smile back, and then Tom spun him around and Marco actually managed a bit of a laugh. Suddenly he felt less scared and embarrassed as they both danced in the Moon's light, laughing and smiling at each other. Marco had no idea how long it went but Tom dipped him, and suddenly the light started to descend above them, and the redness vanished from the room. Marco was pulled back up and the boys stared at each other, Marco wasn't sure what that all was, but by the look on Tom's face he had some idea and he didn't look ready to spill it. Demons whispered around them, looking at the duo and sizing them up, before a familiar cheery demon made it's way over to the boys. "Ok guys!!", Star, "Looks like our celebration has ended!! Our gracious moon has chosen it's candidates and it is fulfilled!! Thanks you all for coming, enjoy the rest of your night!!" The demons slowly stopped looking at Tom and Marco and went to talk, eat, and dance....as if the important dance didn't happen just a bit ago. Star turned to Tom and Marco, looking between the both of them with interest. But if she had anything to say about what happened, she was intentionally ignoring it. "Well, at least this party wasn't a total waste....looks like people liked it...i hope..." She said, "So you guys gonna stay or-?" "No..." Tom finished before Marco could answer, "I think it's about time we head home...." "Ok.." She said, giving Tom one last look and heading off to talk to some others. Tom grabbed Marco's hand, dragging him to the exit. "C'mon....let's get out of here..." - "Tom?" Tom stepped off the carriage and thanked the demon who carried it as he descended back to the underworld. Tom had been silent the entire trip, and it was making Marco worry more and more. Tom had his back to Marco now, so Marco couldn't even see his face to tell what he might be thinking about. He couldn't tell if Tom was happy, angry, sad......he wanted so desperately to say anything to him, to apologize, to laugh it all off.. But nothing came out. He just waited, for Tom to do...something. Anything He took off his hat and mask, tears staring to fall down his face for no reason. "T-Tom...I...", he started. "Marco...", Tom mumbled, turning around, his face was one that mixed of sadness, anger, and confusion. Tom was looking at Marco very strangely, like he was a whole different person. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and looked at the floor. "Tom...I'm sorry, I-" "No, Marco..it's not your fault.." Tom said immediately, " Y-You didn't do anything wrong...you listened to me, respected my wishes.....you let me handle this myself and...and....". He took a few breaths, "I broke down.....I was upset, and you were just trying to comfort me when you saw me so upset...this isn't your fault....". "Tom..I-" "I can't be angry at you seeing me cry and wanting to comfort me...", He wiped the side of his face, "Don't apologize...you....you didn't do anything wrong.." He managed a small smile through his tears, "Thank you for trusting me, and being a good friend....I should've listened to you..stayed here with you. If I hadn't gone....Maybe....maybe it'd be much easier for me...to....y'know..." "Move on?" Tom's lack of an answer was enough of a yes for Marco. He walked up to Tom and wrapped his arms around him, "There are some things you can't change Tom.....and it's ok, maybe Star just isn't the girl for you.....". Tom looked up at the blood moon, still shining in the sky. "Maybe..." "I'm sorry about your night, I know you were looking forward to it.." Tom and Marco separated and Tom managed a smile. "It wasn't awful, I mean....It would've been a lot worse if you weren't there..." "You're glad I came?"  Marco asked oddly, "I mean I just felt like a pest.....coming there to invade on your date.." "You weren't a pest Marco....you....I should've listened to you since the beginning.." Marco shook his head, "No Tom, you've been wanting this dance forever, and I shouldn't have been trying to deny that from you...you can make your own choices... ". He put his hand up to stop Tom from talking, "Tom...I've....I  haven't been a great friend to you...although I try to leave you be....I can't help but...want to do something...". He sat down, "I worry, about everything....worried you'll get angry, get hurt, that something bad will happen and I won't be there to have your back.....and although It makes me feel better to help you, It also makes me feel like.....like i don't trust you to grow without me...." "A-and I know I let you handle Star on your own....." He continued, "But going to the dance by yourself, mewberty, all the times when I was worried your anger was going to go out of hand and I stepped In without knowing if you'd take care of it yourself..." Tom sat down in front of him, "I get it...." Tom bit his lip and smiled at his friend, "I'm not mad y'know? About you worrying?" "I know, but it makes me feel lik-" "My parents?" Tom finished, Marco nodded. "You're nothing like them Marco.....my parents might not have faith in me to succeed....but....they don't worry much about how I feel..." He put a hand on his shoulder, forcing Marco to look up at him. "You know me....and you know that i'm....not always ok when it comes to my emotions and junk. I've never had someone....care so much about my well-being and how i feel....and i know it might make you feel like you don't trust me to do things on my own, but don't feel guilty about wanting to help..." Tom felt the back of his neck nervously, "Sometimes, yeah...I want to do things for myself, I don't need someone to watch me all the time. But....if something doesn't feel right, just let me know, and if I ever lose myself....I want my best friend by my side..." He picked up Marco's hat and placed tit upon his own head. "We'll work through this, find a balance...." Marco made a small laugh, "Ok...." They both paused for a bit, not sure what to say next to each other, bringing up Star probably wouldn't be a great idea.....so that was out of bounds, but then Marco's mind flashed back to them dancing in a red glow and he felt himself turn a bit red. "You dance really well..." Tom whispered, getting Marco's attention, " i didn't know..." "Well for a prince you dance like you have two left feet...." Marco croaked out in an attempt to make a joke and hide his blush. They stood up, both laughing softly. "That moon....the red.....so weird...." Marco shrugged, "I mean, that was uh....I don't know what all that was..." Tom stopped smiling, instead now lost in thought and looking a bit nervous. "Yeah it was odd....but....don't worry about it.." "Tom? Do you know what the moon was?" Tom didn't answer, face turned away from Marco and rather focusing more on the human's shoulder. "It's been a long day, I wanna get out of this suit...into some pjs....we can still do that movie night if you want?", He mumbled, clearly trying to change the topic. Marco wanted to push for more, but instead he respected Tom's wishes for now, there had been enough drama today. "Yeah, that...that sounds like fun..." They both headed inside, it had been a long day anyway. And as they both laid there, on the couch, in their pjs and watching side by side while making snide comments and once in awhile glancing at each other, the Moon thing was dropped, and so was Star. It was almost like tonight never happened at all. But the dance was still fresh in Marco's mind, and it wasn't leaving anytime soon. How Tom looked, how he smiled and laughed, how ungraceful most of their dance was.... Tom had been here for a few months now, they were close, they hung out all the time, but Marco never though of Tom in this kind of way before. Star made fun, called him Tom's date, but she wasn't being serious and Tom sure didn't seem ok with it. Marco was so lost in thought and confused he almost paid no attention to the movies they were watching. When it was past midnight, Tom thanked him before they parted ways to their rooms. Marco wasn't sure if he was thanking him for distracting him, for being supportive of him, for changing the topic, something else, or all of the above but Tom went to bed that night with a smile and that was good enough for Marco. Marco fell face first on the mattress, sinking into the covers and very drowsy. And as images of Tom, in his suit, laughing as he twirled Marco around in a red glow popped into his mind, Marco closed his eyes and hoped that by tomorrow they would be forgotten. There were some things that were better left not getting involved in.

[truthofherdreams]

@victoriasorchids asked for high school shenanigans and passing notes to the wrong person, as a valentines treat, and I too happily obliged

Emma is doodling in the margins of her textbook, Mr Hooper’s voice drawling in the background as he talks about the American Revolution, when Ruby sent a sharp elbow to her ribs. Emma startles, her pencil drawing a sharp line on the paper, before she glares at her best friend. Ruby only smiles back, the face of an angel frame by the horn of the devil, as she lightly taps Emma’s arm with a folded piece of paper.

“What.”

It’s less of a question and more of a ‘leave me alone, Ruby’ but her best friend has never been really good at reading between the lines. Or at knowing when to stop. Which is good, more often than not – Emma tried to push Ruby away so many times when she moved to Storybrooke, but the brunette was stubborn enough not to let it deter her.  She forced her friendship onto Emma until she had no other choice but to accept it and, looking back, Emma is grateful for it. Nobody ever fought that hard for her company, before.

“Give this to Mulan.” Then, when Emma raises a pointed eyebrow, “Please?”

Emma snatches the piece of paper from Ruby’s hand, if only to open it herself first. Ruby’s loopy handwriting, in a gelly pink pen, stares back at her. ‘Want to be my Valentine?’ followed by a ‘yes’ and a ‘hell yes’ boxes to tick. Emma rolls her eyes.

“What are you? Nine?”

“Just…” Ruby hushes her. “Just send it to her, okay?”

“Put it in her locker.”

Ruby grits her teeth. “Do it, Emma Swan.”

“Don’t full-name me,” she replies, even as she folds the paper again. A little tighter this time and, after making sure Mr Hooper is still nose-deep in his history book instead of looking at them, Emma turns around in her chair. One eye closed, tongue poking out, she takes her time to aim at Mulan’s table, halfway across the room.

There is no way she is asking anyone to pass down the note, on the off chance than one of them will do what she just did. Ruby has never been shy about her sexuality – both by claiming loud and proud that she is bisexual, and dating Peter, then Belle, then Billy – but she probably wouldn’t want people to read the kind of notes she sends. Heart on the ‘i’ and everything. It’s kinda private, and Emma respects that.

So she aims, and throws and –

– And the note falls on Killian’s desk.

Emma and Ruby both gasp at the same time, frozen on the spot with their mouths wild open as if some kind of overacting actresses. Emma’s mouth slams shut when Killian turns to look at her, paper in his hand and smile on his lips when he notices her staring back. It doesn’t quite happen in slow motion, but Emma has enough of a flair for the dramatics at that point to imagine it that way, each second turning into minutes when she watches in horror as Killian opens and reads the note.

He offers her a second glance then, and no amount of Ruby whisper-yelling ‘Give it to Mulan, give it to Mulan, you stupid Brit’ seem to reach him. What reaches him alright, though, is the blush that is suddenly slapped on his neck and the points of his ears. His smile turns a little shyer for a moment, before blossoming into a smirk, and he shakes his head at her before sending her a wink, then focusing back on taking notes.

Ruby holds her arms in front of her in what can only be described as a ‘what the fuck?!’ motion. “What – what just happened?”

“I don’t…”

“What…”

Emma folds her arms on the table before hiding her face, while Ruby keeps spluttering nonsense for two more minutes. Even hidden from view, Emma can’t stop the blush of embarrassment that creeps up her neck and cheeks. She’s always been the invisible girl – Ruby’s quiet, frowning, belligerent best friend, the one you’re happy not to talk to. She likes not having friends. She very much loves not being the centre of the attention. The less, the merrier.

Except now she’s right in the centre of Killian Jones’ attention, of all people. Storybrooke’s own bad boy with a heart of gold, or so they say – Emma never kept track of all the rumours about him, beside the one where he has a girlfriend in college and the one about how his father murdered his mother before running away. She’s certain the second one is fake; she doesn’t care about the first.

The bell cannot come soon enough, and so Emma has to sit through another twenty minutes of Mr Hooper waxing poetry about Thomas I’m-a-racist-Hamilton-was-right-to-hate-me Jefferson before she is able to make a run to the door. She purposefully doesn’t look behind her as she dashes to her next lesson – maybe by the time they have a break, Killian will have forgotten all about it? Like a goldfish swimming around in its tank, forgetting everything after ten seconds?

But goldfish don’t forget and neither does Killian, and he scares the living hell out of Emma by leaning against the locker next to hers during lunch break. She closes her eyes for a moment and swallows the knot around her throat. She promised herself, after Ingrid adopted her, that she would never run away again – but it’s deeply rooted into her bones now, this itch to just escape and protect herself when things become too hard, when she has no idea how to handle her own feelings like a real human being.

Killian looks like Heath Ledger straight out of a teen movie, arms folded on his chest as he grins at her, and Emma curses her heart for the wait it beats furiously against her ribcage. She broke Graham’s heart last year, when he asked her for prom and she refused, but. But she can’t do this. She can’t just let herself take the leap of faith those kinds of things require, not when she could end up being the one with the broken heart.

She’s not strong enough for that.

Her heart is broken enough as it is.

“I know the note wasn’t from you, I gave it to Mulan after the class,” he says at last, surprising her. “The pink hearts were a clue. The fact that you hate me was a dead giveaway.”

She blinks at him, speechless for a moment before she finds her footing again. “I don’t hate you,” she replies, grabbing her maths textbook to shove it into her backpack.

He presses one hand to his heart, swaying a little on the spot. “You do have a way to make a lad feel special, love.”

She tries to glare at him, nothing but a murderous side-glance, but he’s still grinning at her like a moron – soft and fond and all too charming of his own good (or hers) – and Emma doesn’t know how to act around him anymore. He’s never – he’s not a friend. They worked on a science project together last year, and made quite the team, but they’ve never talked outside of the labs, never really bothered learning anything about each other.

What she knows of him, she learnt through the grapevine. Whatever he knows about her probably comes from Ruby, who has the bad habit of painting Emma in a more flattering light that she deserves.

“Don’t take it personally,” is all she finds to say.

His smirk turns into a smile, less cocky, more gentle – it changes his face entirely, giving Emma a glimpse into the real Killian instead of the one everybody always talks about. Like he’s a whole different person when he’s not playing games and wearing masks. Emma knows a thing or two about that.

“I will if you say no to a date.” She raises an eyebrow. “Not today. Friday, maybe?”

She saw it coming – from miles away, even – but it doesn’t stop the way his question punches her in the stomach and makes her want to run all over again. She turns her head toward the squad, as if looking for a way out, only to find Ruby and Mulan standing not too far away. They are holding hands, whispering to each other with little smiles and laughs. They make it look so easy, the flirting and the opening up to someone and the everything, that Emma can’t help but feel jealous.

“I’m not… I don’t…”

“It’s just a movie, Swan.” She focuses back on his face, on his easy smile and the hope in his eyes. “It won’t even be romantic, like John Wick or something.”

She bites down a smile for the first time, even as she turns to face her locker once more. She grabs her maths notebook, and her English text book, before she slams the locker close. With a deep sigh, she braces herself, then faces Killian again.

“Batman Lego Movie sounds fine.”

His grin comes back with a vengeance.

…

(She can’t remember for the life of her what the story was actually about, because Killian keeps whispering jokes into her ear until she chokes on a popcorn and throws a handful at his face. He grins at her like he just won the lottery, and refuses to shup up until she kisses him so he will stop.

She keeps kissing him, and kissing him, and thanks her shitty aim.)