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[michaelnotwheeler]

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+ og ponyboy and johnny’s reaction

[drconstellation]

i'm sorry i'm a bit slow when it comes to reading comprehension...i thought crowley saves the goats because he doesn't want to kill them, not because they're associated with demons? or did i get that wrong? 🙈

Angelic Sheep and Demonic (Scape)Goats

[Just for reference, the question above was prompted by another meta: Goats, Crows and The Flood]

Thank you for the question. This gives me a chance to write up a sheep and goat meta at length - but I hope you're not going to regret asking it, because its not a simple answer. While I am always saying "it never is in the GOmens AU" I have to admit this one took off with a life of its own (the metas do that sometimes) and has ended up much longer than I thought it would and went to places I didn't expect it to go, but sometimes that is the joy of writing these.

Crowley doesn't want to kill them because he thinks they are innocent and blameless, just like the children of Job - and by extension, we are meant to see he thinks he was unfairly blamed and condemned to be a demon as well. That's it at its most simple level, but by understanding why there is an association between demons and goats will give you a much deeper insight into Crowley's story and why he would act this way. S2 of GOmens is like an onion, you need to peel that thin dry skin off and then slice through several more juicy layers to get the full depth of flavor into the complex meal that has been created for us. Its worth the tears that the chopping of the onion releases in the end. Are you brave enough to find out?

Take the conversation above, between Sitis and Bildad/Crawley. Sitis is a parallel-character to Aziraphale here, wearing the angel's signature teal green, and she questions the demon about the children being threatened with destruction. Then let us put these two parallel scenes side-by side: Sitis vs Bildad and Aziraphale vs Heaven

AZIRAPHALE: Oh. So just his worldly goods. MURIEL: Exactly. Oh, nothing important, no. Just his farm, his camels, his goat, his oxen, his children, his geese… AZIRAPHALE: His WHAT?! MURIEL: His geese. You know, big cross ducks.[flaps arms] AZIRAPHALE: His children?

So we have Sitis looking in horror at a demon at the potential death of her children, and then we have Aziraphale looking in horror at Heaven acting demon-like, not caring if children are destroyed in pursuit of victory over Satan. "Trust in God's plan, Aziraphale. Always," admonishes the shoulder-demon Gabriel (he is so often a shoulder demon - I have words to say about this! - in another meta) In other words, be a good sheep, Aziraphale, and have faith in the Almighty. Don't worry about the goats, or kids. They aren't important.

If you listen carefully during the Job minisode, A Companion to Owls, you'll notice Gabriel prefers to emphasize the number of sheep that will be returned to Job in the end. The Christian church is very big on the sheep imagery! Sheep are considered to be modest, humble, obedient (because they follow one another - you need to be a good follower!) and patient. They follow their shepherd's voice and goes where he directs. (Uh huh...) Followers are described as being part of a flock.

Goats, on the other hand (ah, yes, we'll talk about that in a moment) are considered to be a bit on the nose. Literally. A rutting billy goat is described as having a 'fetid' smell, they can be promiscuous, capricious, devious (wily?) and contrary. Their strong-mindedness, singleness of purpose and leadership qualities (!*) make them the opposite of sheep. While going your own independent way is frowned upon by Heaven, this leading quality of the goat is sometimes used to lead the sheep.

"There are three things that are stately in their stride, four that move with stately bearing: a lion, mighty among beasts, who retreats before nothing; a strutting rooster, a he-goat, and a king with his army around him." Proverbs 30: 29-31

Did you get a good whiff of that sinister archangel, Shax?

(oh boy, some of the stuff I found researching this for more detail...such as "going your own way creates disunity...this leads others astray..." wtf! Looking at this in context with the show makes it kind of, well, some things make more sense to me now? I guess that's a big reflection on the kind of culture I personally grew up in, because I know there are cultures where unity and togetherness is looked upon as happiness and harmony.)

In the tv show, we know the scene blocking - where the characters stand - has great importance. Standing on the right-hand shoulder of another character makes them a shoulder-angel (the dexter side), standing on the left a shoulder-demon (the sinister side.) By watching who stands where usually tells us what moral stance they are taking in that scene.

If we take the example from the Job minisode below, we can see quite an interesting dynamic from the scene blocking. On the left, we have Sitis and Job, who is crouching down. They are an Aziraphale-Crowley parallel-pair, and they are even colour-coded with their colours! Sitis, in Aziraphale's teal on the angelic right of yellow tunic-wearing Job, who's modelling Crowley's suffering for sin but without understanding why. Job has crouched down to highlight Crowley's entrance. On the right the glowing angels are arrayed - Michael on the angelic right shoulder, Gabriel in the middle (more often than not he stands on the demonic left) but this time Aziraphale is taking the far left demonic position, and we know why - he's about to lie like a demon! But even on a grander scale, Sitis, Job and Crowley all stand on the angelic RHS of the visiting angels, making the archangels and Aziraphale all collectively LHS demons in this scene. And Gabriel thought they'd won the bet...*snort*

You should all take a moment to appreciate this piece of Art. Go on. Do it.

Sheep and goats had this right- and left-handedness meted out to them long ago in the bible. The sheep belong to the morally righteous right-hand side, of course, the side of angels, and the goats to the demonic left.

But when the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then he will sit on the throne of his glory. Before him all the nations will be gathered, and he will separate them one from another, as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left. Matthew 25:31-33

This passage and the following lines from Matthew describes how Jesus will judge the righteous from the sinners, and those who have been deemed good will be saved, but those who are deemed unworthy will be treated like goats: "Then he will say also to those on the left hand, 'Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire which is prepared for the the devil and his angels" Matthew 25:41

So we've established the link between goats being demons, and the left-hand side, so they have an affinity with Crowley. We can do a bit of humorous visual and word play between kids and children.

Children.

ah.

oh. OH. Hang on a minute...

Lets just take a step back to the beginning of the minisode, where Crawley delivers his short monologue to the assembled goats.

CRAWLEY: You should know why you're about to die. God has abandoned you. The God who claims to love you, who demands your praise, has given you up to be destroyed.

They're rather small goats, aren't they. The kind of size that makes you wonder if they are goat children or grown goats... you know, it doesn't matter - they are little, cute and innocent. You are meant to associate them with kids, now, and in the past. (Like, in the way, way back past. Like not just the Flood, but the Before the Beginning past.) What matters is Crawley's speech to them, because it sounds very much like him repeating his own experience about his Fall from Heaven. We already know from S1 there is a conflict around Crowley's Fall involving wanting to ask God questions. We get to explore this further several times in S2.

Then later, after emerging from Job's cellar, they witness God talking to Job.

AZIRAPHALE: I don't suppose he's getting any answers. CRAWLEY: No. But just to be able to ask the question.

We don't hear all the lines God speaks to Job, but we hear enough to them to understand that they come from the Book of Job 38 and 39. The context behind these two verses is...interesting. I was going to delve into them a little more but I think that will get us off track on this meta, so perhaps I should come back and revisit it separately, but we can note that several ops have pointed out that the lines we do hear God speak clearly to Job can be connected to Crowley. There are no coincidental accidents in S2.

But just look at Job in that last image - the light of God shining brightly down through a hole in the clouds, darkness all around...

Hmm. Remind you of anything. Like maybe... another Voice from above?

Who we've seen has shown a particular dislike for a certain demon, even though most certainly remembers what his name is.

METATRON: Ah, well, always did want to go his own way. Always asking damn fool questions, too.

Well, doesn't that sound just like a demon goat.

That withering look the Metatron gave Crowley in S2E6, the comment about asking "damn fool questions," - just about the only conclusion you can come to is that the Metatron had something to do with Crowley's Fall. What and how exactly is still unclear, but there are some clues in Gabriel's story, as Gabriel is acting as both a parallel and foil to Crowley in S2. At this point we should also talk about the scapegoat ritual that was widely practiced around the near Middle East regions for quite some time.

The scapegoat ritual involved two young goats being chosen for sacrifice, but one of them had the sins of the community spoken over them then set free to wander into the desert wilderness to die, while the other was sacrificed as a Burnt offering to God. This was a symbolic way of removing sins from the community.

It is also applied to the Passion of Jesus. When the gathered crowds are offered the choice between letting Jesus or Barabbas go free, they choose Barabbas. I've written at length how I see this applied to S2 in this meta here: The Passion of Jimbriel: Resurrection and while Gabriel and Crowley share the role of Jesus fairly equally throughout the Passion story line, there is one point it can be split and Gabriel becomes the Barabbas and the goat that was released into the wilderness and Crowley becomes Jesus on the cross - but he turns into the sacrificial lamb! Perhaps that needs to be changed to the burnt offering...

I know there are quite a few meta ops that are aware of the scapegoat ritual, and more often than not I see Aziraphale being suggested as the current scapegoat. But the way I see the ritual being used in GO is not so much in the present story but in the past, and Crowley was the unwilling scapegoat for the rebelling angels that fell.

OK, I think I've run out spoons on this meta, but seeing how its managed to be at least twice the size I initially envisioned it to be, and its since generated two more meta ideas in the writing of it on top of the ones I'm already trying to do, that isn't too bad.

I'll wrap it up by saying no matter who the scapegoat is, Aziraphale needs to let his inner lion out so he can be The GOAT in S3. I'm sure the original nanny-goat will applaud that.

*talking about that topic...I should have a meta out soon centered around Crowley and Gabriel that will cover this. I will probably come back and edit a link in to it.

[gremlin-writes-angst]

The Kings Blood

Chapter one of my Royal Vampiric Redacted AU

I posted " The King Precious" a small piece of this story, this is the beginning of the story. You don't need to read "The King Precious" for this story to make sense but if you'd like to it is linked

This story is about the servants so there are uncomfortable bits of unconceual stuff, I will label the chapters as specifically as I can.

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: William, Quinn, Tank, Vincent, Sam, Porter and Treasure

Tw: Servitude, mention of character death ( non-descriptive), vague threats, Quinn, Unconsensual smelling ( vampires smelling human blood), nonconsensual control ( pushing and pulling a person around) Vampires speaking down about the human race ( sees them as meat and servants.)

They were gathered at the entrance chattering among themselves

The king didn't leave often and when he did he made it a point to update his people on his journey 

Except for this time

Which put everyone on edge

They were all ready for answers from their king

The chattering halted when the grand doors opened 

Revealing a vampire that no one could name

The people began to talk again

Watching and judging the man as he just stood there

The sound of heavy metal hitting the floor rang through the castle 

King William's cane rolled across the floor

The room filled with fearful silence

The man who through the cane spoke

“Perfect.”

Everyone was confused, but too afraid to talk or look away

“ Servants of Dahlia castle. I, Quinn Fox, have killed your king.”

The people stayed quiet but a chill ran through everyone

“ Compared to King William's power, you servants are nothing so I exp-

“ Residents.”

Vincent, the adopted prince of Dahlia, steps out from the crowd.

He moves without fear approaching the vampire

“ They are not servants.”

Vincent is too distracted by his rage to notice the vampire wave for protection, but the crowd stays silent.

Vincent steps closer

“They are the residents of King William.”

Before he can take another step, a knight blocks his way, a sword dangerously close to his chest.

The sword isn't what stops Vincent.

It is the face of the knight

“ Good Porter. Let's be a little faster next time.”

Porter moves forward forcing Vincent back into the crowd.

“ Like I said William is dead, making him no longer king. So I will call my servants what I want.”

“YOUR SERV-”

Porter's sword moves closer, shutting Vincent up

“ I dearly hope the rest of you aren't this idiotic. Yes, MY servants. I killed your king and have come here for the throne. So make way.”

Porter releases his sword and makes his way towards the throne

A few people whisper ‘traitor’ as he makes his way through

He ignores them

Many people notice a frail-looking person following behind their new ruler.

The person is shackled, bites liter their body, and their head stays pointed to the ground.

The people know what this is, it wasn't uncommon for powerful vampires to keep specific humans as constant food.

It made the people uncomfortable because they realized that could be their future

King William was described as strange by many powerful vampires, because of the way he treated humans.

Most vampires saw them as cattle, servants they could feed off and sell.

William saw something else. 

He treated the act of feeding as a trade, humans sacrifice their blood and in return, they would be given extra rest from their other duties, or if they preferred extra resources.

The people began to realize that their luck had run out.

William's killer took a seat on the throne.

He was pleased, his arrogance was palpable

As Quinn sat in the throne his eye scanned through the crowd.

Everyone saw as his pupils blew open and his eyes landed on someone.

“Delicious.”

His grin grew, as the person he spotted looked into his eyes

“Porter, retrieve that one for me.”

Porter took a step before stopping as the person stepped forward their self

“I do not need to be assisted.”

The person boldly strutted up to the throne

Stopping a mear foot away from the new king

“ What is it you want from me.”

Quinn laughed

“ You are quite bold for a human.”

He waited for a reaction from the human, disappointed to only receive an emotionless glare

“Tell me precious, what's your family name?”

“ Why does it matter?”

The room got tenser every time they spoke

“Testing a theory.”

“ I never knew my family.”

“Ohh how sad. Now I'll never know for sure.”

“Know what?”

He ignored their question

“Anyone ever tell you how amazing you smell?”

In retaliation to his avoidance, they stayed quiet.

“Well, you smell divine. Quite literally in fact. You see, some families have blood that is more enticing to certain vampire clans. Cost us vampires a pretty penny. And your blood, my precious.”

He takes their hand, pressing his nose into it as he breathes in the scent of their blood.

“ Was made for me.”

He looks at them, his eyes have turned red. 

He watches as the human still doesn't react.

“ You don't believe me?”

The human doesn't reply

He is starting to like this challenge

“I shall prove it.”

He stands up from the throne

He makes his way to the edge of the crowd.

Investigating the servants closer than before.

When catches a hint of what he is looking for he motions his hands

The people move out of his way. 

He smiles when he locks eyes with the vamp.

He motions for the vampire servants to approach. 

He obeys

“You are a vampire, correct?”

The man replies call a steady.

“Not compared to you sir, but yes.”

“Oh, I can tell.”

The king scuffed at the lower vampire 

“Come”

The two make it out of the crowd and back to the throne, where the person remained

The king took rest in his throne, before instructing the other vampire.

“ Smell their blood, and describe it to me.”

The two servants faced each other.

The vampire's jaw tightened as he looked at his close friend

He hadn't done anything yet but his eyes could only be described as apologetic

“ Word of advice for the future, I am not a patient king, nor am I merciful. So, smell them.”

Sam peered through the corner of his eyes at his new supposed king.

He knew this man was dangerous

He peered back at Vincent

The only one in the castle who understood the torment this brought Sam.

Sam respected and cared for this person too much to act without permission.

This isn't how he wanted this to go.

Not to mention that he didn't need to get close to describe their scent

He knew it better than he knew his family

It was best to keep that hidden from the king

To Sam, the best choice was to defy the king.

He was ready for the punishment.

Vincent could tell exactly what he was thinking

He cursed him silently, feeling powerless

Then they lifted their hand

Sams's eyes widened

This situation was unique

But he never expected them to play this man's game.

Sam looked into their eyes.

He had never seen that look in their eyes

A little watery

So bright

With fear

With need

Their eyes were the definition of pleading

And he couldn't deny them

So as gently as he could, his hand met theirs

Taking the weight for himself

He stepped closer

He looked into their eyes again

His eyes red

Yet still full of apologies

He held this eye contact as he leaned down to their wrist

Their pulse was strong, almost racing

He noted it as fear as he took a moment to smell for their blood

Instinctively closing his eyes as he took it in

Fresh rain

Pine trees

The smell of a forest path on a dewy morning

The smell makes Sam dream of the world outside of this castle

Outside in the free, empty land that he used to call home.

He rises away from their hand, softly dropping it back to them

His eyes still closed as he takes a deep breath, cleansing his senses.

He opens his eyes

They've returned to dark silver

He gives them a comforting smile before turning to Quinn

“They smell of pine, sir.”

Quinn's smile grows

“ And what do most of the humans you feed off smell like?”

He is taken aback

“I don't feed often sir”

Quinn rolls his eyes

“Well of course, not with your weak blood. Still, answer my question."

Sam felt humiliated in front of his human friends. 

Though he answered

“Meat sir.”

“Exactly, you can return to the crowd.”

Sam wants to risk a look at them but he's smarter than that. 

He returns the crowd

Once he is there and Quinn knows everyone is watching he grabs the servant

The smallest gasp escapes their mouth as he pulls them closer to him by their wrist

They land on his lap

“ You see precious. Most humans smell like meat, then there's some that smell of fruit, those aren't too rare to find, just rare to find unclaimed. Now you…”

He takes a sniff from their collarbone to their ear

“ You smell like a forest. Seems unappetizing to now vampires but it's a true treat. You were made for vampires. Your family is a line of breed humans the vampire desired. Unfortunately, they weren't pleased with that life and many did everything they could to escape, even ending their own lives…but you are here, by some miracle, just for me.”

No one could see

Even if they could they were too busy watching the king

But sams mouth was filling with his blood

His fingernails made gashes in his hand

Holding himself back

Refusing to make this worse 

Vincent noticed as his friend blew hot air from his nose

He was ready to step in himself to stop this from going any further

But someone else had the same idea.

“Sir, are you ready to be shown the rest of the castle?”

Porter announced 

Quinn's eyes brightened ready for more royal pleasures

“Of course.”

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Satoru Gojo

Yn's Mom: Hey, Gojo-san!! My, my, look at you, standing here like our very own Adonis. Come on in, you absolute heartthrob!

Satoru: laughs Thank you, Mrs. LN(Your last name). I must say, you look absolutely radiant today. You're like a timeless beauty, defying age itself.

Yn's Mom: blushes Oh, you smooth talker! Flattery will get you everywhere.

Satoru: Well, I can't help but admire someone who looks so much younger than their age. You must have discovered the fountain of youth, Mrs.LN.

Yn's Mom: Oh, stop it, you! You really know how to charm a lady. Maybe I should introduce you to my friends. They'd be thrilled to meet someone who appreciates their youthful spirits.

Satoru: winks I'd be honored to meet them, Mrs. LN. But let's enjoy this gathering for now, shall we?

Yn's Mom: Agreed, Gojo-san. And don't forget to call me "Mom" from now on.

Satoru: bows Yes, Mom.

AN: I know you all are utterly flabbergasted as to why yn's mom is welcoming the most annoying, irritating asshole into her house.

I mean, seriously, this guy who hovers over your front door suddenly transforms into Mr. Charm when faced with mom. Hold up, let me spill the tea on how yn ended up in this wild situation.

So, picture this: it's the start of the week, and you're running late for work, rushing to your cabin with your coat and coffee, trying to keep your sanity intact. And there he is, Satoru, your colleague, strutting in with his fresh baby blue and black fit like he's walking a runway.

As if that's not enough, the dude spots you and decides to sashay over, grinning like a fool, as if he's auditioning for the role of "The Annoying Casanova"

It's has become his routine. He always slides in, all flirty and starts boasting about his weekend conquests, like he had all the "different types" of girls. But you, being the unbothered queen, just brush off his narcissistic crap. Like, who gives a damn?

You dive into your work while he keeps yapping about how he could make you see stars. And you hit him with, "Oh, please! I see stars every damn night, so thanks but no thanks."

People y'all need to get this straight: you ain't got no beef with him. You just aren't into the romance stuff at the moment. You prefer your solo time, you feel me? You're in that "me time" phase, and it's all good.

No denying, the dude is hot as hell. That's spitting facts. If someone bet you $50 to jump on him, you'd do it free, even toss in some extra cash without batting an eye.

But it ain't about that and never could be more than that. It just didn't click with him. Now, let's be real, he's the one you could fully adore, no doubt, without holding back.

He's been low-key hinting about his feelings all this time, but you've been straight-up ignoring them.

Y'all know him, he's the king of players, always flexing his charm, cracking jokes, and hopping from one hookup to the next.

So yeah, we ain't falling for that game and specifically no getting played by his smooth talk, he's an expert at leading hearts on with zero intentions of commitment. We're standing our ground, staying wise to his tricks.

Your phone buzzes, and it's your mom. You let out an irritated huff because you know another 25 minutes are about to go down the drain, just like that.

Mom: "Hey, honey."

You: "Yeah, mom, morning."

Mom: "Good morning, my precious. How's your day kickin' off?"

You: "I don't know, just started, nothing crazy yet."

Mom: "Well, let's infuse some positive vibes into it, shall we?"

You: "Sure, but I'm at work, so make it snappy."

Mom: "I understand life's a struggle, but sweetheart, don't you think it's time to come back home, settle down, and start a family? You know, before you hit that dreaded age of no return where all the eligible bachelors disappear into thin air!"

You: "Mom, seriously? We've had this talk a countless times. Please, just stop. I can't throw away four years of grind just because you want a grandchild! This is beyond ridiculous!"

Mom: "Oh, my poor heart! Will my beautiful daughter be left behind, watching the sands of time slip through her fingers, forever destined to be an old maid? Oh, the tragedy! Is this why I carried you for 10 months and..."

You: "Alright, enough. I know exactly where this is headed. But didn't I mention the flight reservation for the weekend?"

Mom: "Well, I just yearn to behold your lovely face as soon as humanly possible."

Your brother, causing chaos in the background, chimes in: "Yo, Mom's schemin' to set you up on a blind date right after you land."

You: "What the actual heck? Are you serious? Mom?!!"

Mom: "Oh, no, darling, it's not a date. We're just going to mingle with some influential folks, ya know? It's all about networking!"

You can hear your brother shrieking as your mom unleashes something on him, probably her flip flops.

While you're knee-deep in a heated argument with your mom, completely oblivious to your surroundings, Satoru slyly sneaks into your cabin, popping up with a silly grin. "Heyyy yn sannn!!" he cheerfully exclaims, his flirty game in full swing. "What's shakin', baby??" He puckers up for a cute face and inches closer.

To your utter astonishment, the other side of the conversation suddenly falls into a bizarre silence, like someone hit the mute button on a chaotic war movie scene. All you can hear now are faint murmurs.

In the midst of the madness, your brother snatches the phone from your mom's hands.

Brother: "Yo, yn! You better not be getting tangled up with guys, are you?!"

You can hear the satisfying sound of your mom delivering a few extra smacks to your brother before regaining control of the phone.

Mom: "Wait just a minute!!! You're dating someone? Oh, my dear heavens! Who is he? How does he look? What's his name? Send me a picture, pronto! Hold on, you're at work, sooo, is it someone from work??? No wait, this is not happening!

You're in LOVE????!!!!"

At this point, you feel a strong urge to grab a sledgehammer, break through those wide glass windows, and escape into the sweet embrace of peace and serenity.

Instead of dealing with two hyperactive, intentionally overdramatic adults and a loudmouthed teenager (your mom, Satoru, and your brother respectively) is just too much to handle.

That's when the brilliant idea of fake dating pops into your mind like a light bulb moment. "Well, couldn't I just pull off this epic move?!" you think to yourself.

You: "Oh yeah, Mom, I'm actually dating someone, so sorry, but I won't be able to make it to that date!"

You can practically see Satoru's heart shattering into a million nano particles in his eyes, scattered across the room. But now that he's within earshot, he overhears the conversation and finally grasps what's going on.

Mom: "Well, if you're really dating someone, let me talk to him! I need to see if he's good enough for my precious baby!"

Satoru, being the quick thinker that he is, jumps into action, matching the vibe effortlessly.

They both start engaging in a lively conversation, with all his charm and sweet talk meanwhile you are a sweating mess trying to predict what on earth the outcome of this stupidity will be.

Their chemistry is so convincing that even you start to question if it's all just an act. They just hit it off soo effortlessly.

Mom: "Oh my, you two seem just perfect together! I can't believe my luck! You will, without a doubt, make the cutest couple ever. I can't wait to meet my son-in-law"

As they continue, Satoru plays his role flawlessly, you can't help but admire his ability to spin this fake dating scenario into a believable tale.

It's like watching a masterclass in deception, and you can't help but feel a mix of awe and amusement at the absurdity of it all.

"Wait a damn minute! Now she wants to meet him? Uhhhhhhh?" You swore internally, feeling the chaos about to unfold sinking in like a sinking ship in a stormy sea.

Lost in your own thoughts, trying to come up with a diversion to steer the attention away from your mom meeting "Satoru Gojo," you completely missed the part where they finalized the full master plan for your trip back home together, both you and him.

"Hey?? Ynnnn! What should I pack? When are we leaving? Hmm?" He asks innocently, his face now a picture of cluelessness.

"Eh? Ehh? Ehhhhhhhhh???!!" You were left utterly bewildered, your mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

"No way. Nooo, I can't believe this is happening." It's like a mission fucking impossible, no, scratch that, it's a mission that should not be fucking possible under any circumstances.

Satoru on the other hand "Shoot! I have to go book those tickets, before they're out." He struts out of your cabin, shooting you a playful flying kiss, and quips, "I'll be here waiting for ya babe!" before sauntering off.

"What the actual freak have I gotten myself into?!!" you exclaim, overwhelmed with a sense of despair and disbelief.

[dalliansss]

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party, galvorn prince?

𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .) || @skaelds

Maedhros has noticed that his young spouse, Prince Maeglin of Doriath, has quite the possessive streak. This is his first banquet to attend in Menegroth, to be formally presented to the Sindar court. He'd dressed accordingly, of course. For now he'd shed his Noldorin furs and tunics, opting for Sindar fashion-- from his. hairstyle, to his linen undershirt, to his outer layers, even to his boots. All the jewelry he wears are of Maeglin's making, fine things distinct from Noldorin craft, all very beautiful -- and to be considered beautiful in Maedhros's eyes is something, considering he grew up under Fëanor's skill and Curufin's craft.

He speaks only Sindarin when he is here. Many curious aristocrats of Menegroth greet him and Maeglin, and Maeglin beside him is very smug, like pompous tomcat strutting about in his territory, tail held high. Since they have arrived, Maeglin has kept an arm around his waist, as if Maedhros was not two heads taller than he is, and many millennia older beside, and have fought through the deepest terrors of Angamando and survived.

"Come," Maeglin murmurs, and Maedhros allows the younger elf to steer him toward -- ah, yes, Thingol and Melian, seated upon their throne on the dais. "Uncle, Aunt." Maeglin bows, and Maedhros does too -- though it is not a full bow, but the most courteous dip of his head, toward Thingol and Melian both.

Something glimmers in Thingol's stormcloud-grey eyes, but he says nothing. Maedhros knows what it is: it delights the Sindarin king to have him here, leashed, so to speak, to his heir -- him, the infamous Lord of Himring, the most influential and richest (through a very cunning web of 'alliances' and politicking) realm of the Exiles. And he had been High King of the Noldor as well, so that was certain to tickle Thingol's ego.

(Ego which, in Maedhros's opinion, is about 80% hot air than actual sterner stuff; whatever Thingol did, he will not erase the fact that the Noldor's opinion of him is little more than a henpecked husband, forever clutching Melian's apron strings.)

"My heir," Thingol says, offering his right hand. Maeglin of course kisses his signet ring, and Thingol now offers his hand toward Maedhros. "And my heir's spouse." The glimmer in those eyes sharpen.

Maedhros keeps his contrived, pleasantly neutral smile, which do little for his scars. It looks more an orcish grimace, but he has found the Sindar and Laqiuendi do not mind scars unlike the Noldor -- scars here were badges of great honor, to be borne proudly -- proof of power, survival and strength. And with his many and gruesome scars, there is no question who here in the Menegroth court is stronger -- him or their pristine king, who can only boast of a few marks.

So because of this, Maedhros suffers also to kiss Thingol's signet ring.

"Prince Consort," Thingol says. "May I present my daughter, Princess Lúthien."

And there Maedhros beholds the fairest of all of the Children of Ilúvatar; Lúthien of Doriath. The princess, clad in blue, regards him with unabashed interest, and he extends to her the same courtesy; a dip of the head. Beside him, Maeglin's arm around his waist tightens subtly, and through their bond, he feels, quite clearly, Maeglin's snarl.

Oh dear.

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Their wines are delicious. He and Maeglin are seated by their table, and he is asking his young husband if he might have extra casks of this vintage that they have served, to send to his brothers and cousins Fingon and Finrod. Maeglin of course, was smiling and eager to please him-- but the smile vanishes when Lúthien approaches their table.

"Would you give me the honor of a dance?" Lúthien asks, eyeing him.

Their bond jolts with Maeglin's raw displeasure.

Maedhros keeps his smile vague and polite. "I would, Princess Lúthien, if I knew Sindarin dances. Alas I know not enough yet, as I am new to your father's court, and I am still undertaking lessons so to speak, helped along by my husband."

"Then we can dance a Noldor waltz, and you can show us the steps."

"Ah, the music is different. It should require the presence of my brother the Lord of the Gap, as the count is different, and--"

But he is unable to finish whatever excuse he has, for at that moment, Maeglin has grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him quite vehemently, in front of Lúthien. Ugly, ugly jealousy floods their bond.

"He is not interested, cousin," Maeglin says, pulling away, and looking at Lúthien with undisguised dislike. "Away with you. Find a dancer amongst your basket of suitors, and leave the married elves alone."

Lúthien's gaze goes cold, but she turns in a swirl of her blue skirts, and departs. The message was loud and clear. Maeglin only slowly sits back down, his right hand immediately resting over Maedhros's clothed thigh.

"I should like to know the full story of your hostility," Maedhros comments, after he discreetly licks his own lips. What delicious jealousy Maeglin exhibits. Even worse than Finrod.

"You will," Maeglin harrumphs as he gestures for an attendant to refill their goblets. "When we get home. I say to you, my husband. Stay away from that witch of a half-maia. Stay far away."

"Rest you easy, my dear one," Maedhros answers. "I do not like the Ainur. And so I shall only tolerate her, and give her her due, as is necessary."

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hi!! Love your writing and I was wondering if you could write headcanons about fem!Y/N being a first year and Karasuno's manager and her best friends in class are all jealous of her chaotic and fun friendship with the boys, especially that she gets to go with them to training camps and nationals and meet so many people like Kuroo, Bokuto, Akkashi, Atsumu and Oikawa etc...and she gets to be best friends with all of them and everyone is jealous cuz these hot/cute boys are all treating her like a queen.

You could write little moments like when they hang out together in school but also outside of school that would be fun you know just like little wholesome friendship moments between y/n and the boys because they all treat her like a little sister but at the same time they're all a little bit in love with her hehe.

♡Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Atsumu Miya and Oikawa Tooru friendship with Karasuno's Manager♡.

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A/N: Hey there Anon! Thank you so much for your request! This is a really cute request but to me, it is a little bit difficult because I feel this request is very specific (I wanna add more to make it a little bit fluff) and I'm a little bit scared if you don't like the result but that does not mean I won't try my best! So, I hope you like the final result!

Gender: Neutral

Warning: None

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Kuroo Tetsurou - The Captain of Nekoma

You might wonder how you made friends with Captain Bedhead from Nekoma when you are Karasuno's manager and not a volleyball player like Hinata, Kageyama, Daichi and the rest.

The answer is simple, Kuroo Tetsurou might be all cocky and likes to annoy Daichi but he is someone who is friendly or in this case someone easy to talk to. Yes, he is a huge extrovert.

I know this bedhead captain is the one who struts up at you and starts the conversation but it's not the normal 'Hello, what's your name?' kind but more teasing kind introduction.

Since then, the two of you start talking together and then hanging out with you. The two of you get along because the two of you mostly talk about random memes, chemistry, games, and any kind of related stuff.

As you became friends with Kuroo, the two of you mostly hanging out together by gaming together after practising and going to the store together when during training camp as he helps you bring some stuff that you need. You two sometimes also play chill volleyball.

You might not notice but Kuroo can be PETTY as hell. The reason, is that you have gotten close with Bokuto, Akaashi, Oikawa and Atsumu. He is jealous as hell.

However, he tried not to show it and acted like he isn't jealous at all but it was obvious as hell because when they came to talk to you. He will stand next to you, and wrap his arm around your shoulder with a damn smirk.

He would also indirectly provoke the loud owl aka Bokuto, the pretty setter aka Akaashi, the Barry Bee look alike (Atsumu), and lastly the dramatic king (Oikawa). Yes, the bedhead captain is crushing on you.

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Opening the fridge inside the kitchen, there were only a few drinks and snacks inside it and it would not enough for everyone inside the training camp. Your eyes trails at the bottom of the fridge and most of them were empty as you shake your head and closing the door of the fridge, turning around to face Kiyoko and Yachi.

"Guys, there are not enough snacks and sodas for the Barbeque later. Do you think there is a convenience store near this camp?" You ask the two of them.

"N-no," Yashi shake her head.

"I'm not sure but I did see when our bus pass by near the park near this camp," Kiyoko explains.

"I see. Thank you, Kiyoko-san. I will go ask the coach for some cash to buy the drink for the barbeque later," you began to walk away.

However, the three of you did not realize there is a pair of golden eyes watching the interactions between you, Kiyoko and Yachi. No one could tell but it was clear that the person was worried if you go alone, he did not want you to go alone in case someone harassed you. He steps away from the door as he jogs up to you.

"Hey (Y/N)! Wait! Are you going to the convenience store?" Kuroo asks.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" You raise your eyebrows a little bit.

"Let me walk with you, chibi-chan," Kuroo smirks, still teasing you even though he asked you to go with him,

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Standing outside of the convinience store, his eyes focusing on the screen of his phone after he texted Kenma that he will come a little bit late to the practice because he needs to do something. His ears perking up as he hears the sound of bell ringing as he glances up at you, trudging slowly with many plastic bags on your hand.

Kuroo walks up to you before he takes one of the plastic bags out of nowhere, surprising you no end as your eyes widened when he suddenly takes some of the plastic bags from your hand even though you did not ask him for a help.

"Hey, you don't need to he-" He cuts you off.

"Relax, chibi-chan. You bring too many plastic bags and the walk from here to the training camp is quite far so you need my help," Kuroo put his hands on top of your head, messing it just to annoy you.

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Bokuto Koutaro - The Captain of Fukurodani

It is no surprise even if you are a manager of Karasuno, you made a friend with the captain of Fukurodani, Bokuto Koutarou. Even if you are an introvert.

Bokuto is far away from shyness and he is more extroverted than Kuroo. So, it was no surprise that he is trying to be friends with you once he looks at you for the first time, he was a curious big boi.

If you think that Bokuto just came up to you and started a conversation, you are very correct. Especially he would talk to you about Volleyball and how he is one of the great Ace.

As you start to become Bokuto's friend, he would be likely to drag you to the volleyball court and teach you how to play volleyball if you cannot play them.

However, if you can play volleyball. He would be likely asking you to block his spike although he would go a little bit easy on you if you are female. However, if you are a dude, he wouldn't really go easy on you.

The type of hang-out when he became your friend is random and chaotic. I can see he will try to drag you to the nearest markets where there are many street foods and the two of you will try each other food (he would sometimes steal your food though).

He is childish when he gets jealous, especially when you are close with Atsumu and Oikawa (He would be less likely jealous if you are friends with Kuroo and Akaashi). He has a crush on you but he won't admit it.

When he is jealous, he would be in his emo mode, together with the emo corner as he gives you a silent treatment. You have to reasure him that he doesn't need to be jealous because you two would be always close.

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A pair of golden eyes looking at the person who is scribbling a paper in their hand curiously, he never knew that Karasuno has a new manager again other than Kiyoko and Yachi. He couldn't help but think that you are someone interesing even though you were just standing there and writing down the important notes of each of Karasuno players.

Bokuto stands up after he was sitting on the bench for a few minutes, cooling down his body after playing volleyball against Nekoma for a few hours. Striding with confidence, the large owl giving the most brightest smile to you, "HEY HEY HEY! ARE YOU KARASUNO'S NEW MANAGER!?"

"Ah! Y-yes, I am Karasuno's new manager. Who might you be?" You were startled by Bokuto's sudden outburst.

"My name is Bokuto! The best Ace in Fukurodani!" he points his thumb at his chest.

"...That's great. My name is (Y/N) (L/N)." You fake your smile, still feel a little bit uncomfortable with his sudden outburs although you admit that he is quite funny and good looking.

"Bokuto-san. You are making her/him/them uncomfortable, please give her/him/them some space," Akaashi walks up at Bokuto, trying to drag Bokuto away before he looks at you "I am really sorry about my friend. He likes to meet new people," he gives a slight bow, feeling slightly embarrassed by Bokuto's action.

"I-it's alright. It's nice to meet the two of you, especially Bokuto. I wish the two of you good luck for your next play with Ubugawa Academy," you told the two of them before leaving them alone to tending Karasuno player's needs.

Bokuto's cheeks were tinted pink as he watch you leave them, he was really happy that one of Karasuno's managers talked to him and wished his team good luck. He couldn't contain his hapiness longer that he cheered loudly next to Akaashi who flinched a little bit by his volume, "HEY! HEY! HEY! AGHAASHI!! KARASUNO MANAGER WISHED US A GOOD LUCK!

"Yes, I know that Bokuto-san,' Akaashi said nonchalantly.

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Akaashi Keiji - The Setter of Fukurodani

It is known that Akaashi is an introvert, he is far away from the word 'Extrovert'. Unlike Bokuto or Kuroo, he won't come up to you and be like 'Hey, my name is Akaashi.'

However, I do believe that you and Akaashi first interaction is him helping you when you have some kind of difficulty as you are taking your part as Karasuno's manager.

The first interaction that I can see is when you were bringing everyone's towl in your hand and you accidentally dropped some of them.

And because I believe he is someone who are very humble. He comes up to you, taking the fallen towels and helping you by bringing the towels next to you as he starts a conversation that is related to Karasuno.

As you and Akaashi's friendship grew up, I can see you two would hang out together but in a more subtle way instead of just plain going out because the two of you did not want to raise suspicion.

Akaashi would let you borrow his novel and classical books if you like to read in the evening after practising volleyball. He would be glad if you also allow him to read your story books before the two of you review each other books.

I also can see Akaashi would also listen to music together with you after practising volleyball and enjoying the serenity as no one is bothering the two of you to have a relaxing time together.

Unlike Bokuto and Kuroo, he doesn't show his jealousy unless you are someone who is very observant but he does get jealous when he knows that you are getting close with Kuroo, Atsumu and Oikawa (He would be still jealous with Bokuto but less).

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This is your second time that you are staying in the training camp with the other schools such as Nekoma, Ubugawa, Shinzen and Fukurodani. The first time was with Kiyoko only and the second time there's Yachi who also helped you around to take notes, take towels, preparing drinks and foods for all players.

However, that doesn't mean the job as a manager are less difficult and as a result of Yachi has to refill Karasuno's bottle of water and Kiyoko has to pay attention to the players' play along taking important notes for them to improve. You were left alone with the task to bring the small towels for everyone.

On your arms, there are a bunch of towels and it was difficult for you to bring all of them since they are quite heavy,' Damn, this stuff is so heavy' you silently mutter to yourself. A small rock laid in front of your feet as you didn't pay attention of the floor and without any warning, your feet made a contact with the rock.

Your eyes widened as you feel the contact with the rock and you can feel you are going to lose your balance, "Shit!" You curse, trying not to drop the towels in your arms. However, loud and fast footsteps could be heard as it was getting closer and closer to you.

As the towel fell down from your arms, a pair of arms quickly held out and held the fallen towels from your hands, "Be careful next time, (Y/N)-san," the familiar sound spoke to you. Your eyes glances up to see your saviour, Akaashi Keiji.

"Oh hey, Akaashi-san. Thank you for helping me," you look away, feeling a little bit bashful.

"It was no problem. I'm just glad you did not get hurt, that was quite nasty trip."

"Yeah, thank you so much. You can put the towels up in this stack again," you lowered your arms a little bit.

"I'm sorry but I cannot do that. I saw you have a little bit of trouble and the stack of towels are too high for you to hold on to. Let me help you. I insist," Akaashi said as he take some of the towels from your hand and put them on the towels that you almost drop to the floor.

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Atsumu Miya - The Setter of Inarizaki

Maybe I am a little bit biased here but I think it is a little bit rocky when you meet him for the first time. If you watched his interaction with Kageyama in the camp, he was a little bit jerk by calling Kageyama 'Goody two-shoes'.

I can see even though he was interested in you, his first interaction with you is him being passive aggressive and secretly condescending, especially since you are Karasuno's manager.

If you are smart enough, you would catch on quickly that he was secretly making fun of Karasuno behind his words even if it sounded like he was complementing Karasuno.

You two going to fight a lot but that doesn't mean you two cannot be friends because I do think that he likes your fiery personality when you defend Karasuno so he would be less a jerk and more open-minded.

Hear me out, maybe it is not shown in the anime but I can see he is the type when you became friends with him. He would drag you out to the nearest McDonald's or KFC and eat together or dragging you to the nearest convenience store to buy slushie together.

He would be also the typical dude that would be fun to play a game together, especially if you had to play a fighting or racing game. Although when he lost, he would give you the silent treatment and claim that you cheated in the game.

If you are his friend and you are shorter than him, he would tease you by holding up the stuff that you need out of your reach while watching you jumping and laughing his ass off.

In conclusion, your relationship with him as a friend would be like frenemy because of how often he pisses you off and annoy the hell out of you but the two secretly have a crush on each other and love each other as the other guys jealous of him getting close to you.

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As a manager of Karasuno, your hand grab the handle of the door before giving your hand a little bit of strength and pulling the entrance door before going outside with your other hand holding a metallic basket of water bottles. Neat the entrance door, there were water dispenser and you were glad that it wasn't too far away for you.

Nevertheless, even if it was near the entrance door. It doesn't mean luck was on your side and helping you. Instead, it was bad luck that sticks on you just to see the drama unfold for shit and giggles by letting one of the most annoying player in Inarizaki leaving from the same door after you left.

His golden eyes catch sight of a person who is bending down in front of the water dispenser and filling up the bottles, he slowly walks up to you with a smirk crossed on his lips. It was clear that Atsumu knows who are you as his index finger tapping on your shoulder, stopping you from your activity.

"Oi, (Y/N)-chan/kun. Long time not see," he closed his eyes as his fake smile still on his face.

"What the hell do you want," You look up at him as you are done and give him an unaffected gaze.

"RUDE!" He whines.

"and I don't care," You began putting the lid of the bottles before twisting it and putting them inside of the basket.

Despite him being annoying to you and teasing you whenever the two of you meet, it is normal for the two of you to have this kind of banter even though sometimes it can lead to a petty argument and leave the two of you with silent treatment at each other.

"Anyway, Do you want some Mcflurries with me? There's McDonald's near here and I want to eat the ice cream in there," he decides to invite you eating ice cream together.

"Sure, but you're the one who ar epaying," the corner of your lips curved upwards.

"WHAT?!" He shrieked and pout once again.

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Oikawa Tooru - The Captain of Aoba Johsai

I know many people headcanon Oikawa as someone who can be two-faced. However, I do think there is a time when he was being genuine as he tries to befriend someone he thinks they are interesting.

In this case, he thinks that you are interesting, even more interesting than his fanboys and his fangirls. Even if you have a tough personality like Jade West or Tsukishima Kei or shy as Yachi.

Your first time meeting is actually when Karasuno had to play against Aoba Johsai. During the break, it was no surprise that he comes up to you and introduce himself to you which earned a glare from Nishinoya and Tanaka from far away.

Because you're a king/queen, you manage to ignore all of his fan's glares as you introduce yourself to him politely and tell him that you are Karasuno's manager or trying to get away from him.

As your friendship with Oikawa grows even if you have a scary personality. I believe he would often bring you to his favourite ramen shop to eat together with you.

I can see the two of you would also often talk shit behind someone's back when the two of you hate the same person as the two of you making fun of the person's back.

I can see the two of you would hang out together by playing volleyball together or he would bring you to the nearest ice cream parlor to enjoy milkshakes or ice cream together.

When I said he's jealous, he would be the same level of as petty as Atsumu when he knows you are also close to Atsumu, Kuroo, Bokuto and Akaashi. He would give you the silent treatment and then mock them in front of their face even though he would fake it with a compliment.

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From the distance, there are many layers surrounding their coach as they are talking about the strategy that they are going to use against their rival, including Karasuno, the team that you manage together with Yachi and Kiyoko.

However, it was only one manager that are allowed to sit next to the coach and because of that. You are sitting in the viewer's sitting area, watching all of the players and observing how they are playing with their own tricks to stop or attack their rivals, including your team as you take some important notes to improve how they are playing.

However, because you were toofocused on your team. You did not hear the footsteps getting closer and closer to you, thinking it would be just another stranger who are just passing by until the sound of the footsteps stops directly behind of you and sounds of Yachi being nervous could be heard in your ear.

"Yahoo, (Y/N)-chan~. Long time not see," A familiar sound spoke.

"Hey Oikawa-san," You turn around to see a guy with a pair of brown eyes and a dark brown hair that were swept outwards.

"Hmmm~ what are you watching," he struts next to you, looking at Karasuno players.

However, his trained eyes notice something. The players on the other side of Karasuno, the next team's opponent. You could hear Oikawa making a clicking sound with his tongue as his eyes narrowed, (Y/N)-chan. Look at those teams with teal jerseys colour," he points out at those players.

Your eyes immediately glance at the players with those coloured uniforms and notice that team is known for their cheating tactics to win the match, especially their rough play. "Ah, those jerks. I wonder how did they win the game," you rolled your eyes, eyes squinted and judging all of the players inside of the team, along with their coach.

"Probably begging on their knees and paying the referee to let them join," he sneered together with you.

Surprisingly, even though the first time becoming friends with you wasn't easy because your guards were always up. The two of you slowly got along over a long time and the two of you had fun, especially when it comes to talking someone's back and that's how your friendship with Oikawa started.

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[hakuoyuki]

Hi Satomi! nice to meet you

First of all, I really appreciate your distribution to ikemen fandom. Especially on Ikeprince, since thanks to you, I decided to install jp app, not only eng one. Actually, I understand jp ,but not enough to understand the whole thing without a guidance in the language that I have better understanding (English). So, yeah now I’m hooked on ikeprince lol.

And, have you read the act2? It’s amazing hearing the new characters’ voice! This act gives us so many new lore. If you already finished, can you give an opinion?

Ok last thing, I found your twitter account accidentally while searching for ikeprince stuffs. Do you mind if I follow or dm you? cuz I spend my time on twitter more than tumblr. If you feel uncomfortable, pls tell me and sorry for making you feel like that.

Hello! Join me on IkePri JP lmaoo 🤝🏻

I read the prologue for Act 2 yes! IkePri's prologue really is amazing given how both Act 1 and Act 2 prologues are 10 parts long each and they're both fully voiced as well!

The Act 2 prologue is really devoted to the Act 2 suitors (Sariel, Rio, Gilbert, Keith, and Silvio) with some of Leon's and Chevalier's cameo. Yves, Licht, Nokto, and Luke didn't showed up but there was mentioned of them toward the end by Keith, Silvio, and Gilbert.

First of all, I won’t be translating the prologue because That’s Too Much it’s so long... But basically, the start of Act 2 prologue happened about a week after the end of Act 1 prologue. The story here didn’t continued from the ending of any of the Act 1 suitors’ routes but rather it continued directly from a week after the end of Act 1 prologue, but through out the prologue multiple days have passed by and you could say by the end of the Act 2 prologue, it's already half a month in from the time MC became Belle.

However, in Act 2 prologue, MC have yet to choose a king. So in Act 2, just like Act 1, it's still MC having to complete her duty as Belle and choose the next king of Rhodolite. The difference with Act 1 is that, here there is an added condition of doing so without this fact being exposed to the 3 foreign princes who had came to Rhodolite and decided to stay here after they strut in like they own the place...😂 (That last bit was a joke but also not. That really was the energy they gave)

In the Act 2 prologue, Sariel told MC he's going to protect her. And in the case that she's found out to be Belle and the Previous King's death is exposed..... he's going to take responsibility for this himself.

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As for my opinion on the prologue... let me first say throughout the entire Act 1 prologue during my first read through, I find Sariel to be so super creepy he scares me especially his creepy smile. But a year and a half in, after getting to know him more, my impression of him has softened up a whole bunch.

Why am I pointing that out? Because through out the entire Act 2 prologue, if I may be very honest, Gilbert fucking scare the crap out of me. Especially during part 8 of the prologueーー the pressure I felt was so intense likeー holyー I’m honestly not surprised MC couldn’t get herself to oppose Gilbert at all and had to go along with him becauseー me too, MC. Me too. Cold sweats be running down my spine as I read. ....Just thinking back to it is giving me the chills. IkePri JP, your writing, I’m honestly amazed.

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Back tracing to Part 6 of the prologue a bit, Rio “accidentally tripped” and spilled champagne on Silvio. When this happened, Silvio immediately let go of MC to glare at the person to spill the champagne on him stained his clothes instead

Silvio: Aa? bastard, you think this can end with just an apoloーー

Silvio: ...........You

Silvio: ........What's the meaning of this, bastard

This scene. This very scene. The way Silvio cut his own sentence short when he set his eyes on Rio. The way his voice dropped. His changes in his expression as he said that. Like, damn. Silvio’s face was so shocked when he saw Rio before that shocked turned into intense displeasure. Gosh, the execution of this was👌

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Also damn, hello Silvio, your manners where. Next morning after meeting MC, he just suddenly waltz into MC’s bedroom after kicking the door open.

Silvio: Yo, woman. We met yesterday.

Gilbert: Barbarous as always eh, Silvio. The door isn't something to be kicked open though?

That scene really was something.

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I’m making my commentary really out of sequence here but during the start of the prologue, Sariel was telling MC about the foreign princes who will be arriving in a few days. When he did so, he told her how Keith is the next king of Jade. It had already been decided that Keith is going to be King because Jade has no other princes but him. Nothing of this sort was mentioned about Gilbert and Silvio.

However, by the time I finished reading the part where MC actually met all the foreign princes in person... the first thought that immediately came into my mind was... “Maybe Sariel should've told MC before hand what the foreign princes looks like.” 😂 😂 😂 😂

During the scene when MC first met Keith, at first he was so meek. Super meek. But then it was like his switch suddenly got flipped out of the blue he turned into his beast-mode and it was as if his personality did a complete 180. What shocked me most was his expression. Did not expected Keith to be someone who can make the sort of face he madeー

One of those is not like the others.

By the way, Keith normally uses “kimi” to say “you” but Beast-Keith had a pronoun switch to “omae” (a much rougher way to say “you”). No idea how ENG is going to handle this subtle-not-so-subtle switch but the way he speaks completely changed with his personality.

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Lastly, let me just share what my JP friend said after reading the prologue. “Putting Gilbert aside, after seeing evil Keith... Silvio seems like a cheerful puppy in comparison”

Honestly, I won’t be surprised if the three foreign princes all turns out to be different varying degrees of yandere

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Regarding my Twitter account... Sure sure, go ahead 😂

I am indeed more active on Twitter than here as well (more like I uses Tumblr and Twitter for different purposes.) I don't mind if you follow me there / DM me ^^

Be it here or there it takes me time to reply because of how long it take me to type stuff so apologies in advance...💦

Also, I rarely post art on my Tumblr anymore but Twitter is where I always post them so there's also that 👌🏻

[cockasinthebird]

It was awkward at first, which isn’t much of a surprise to Steve. This is a whole new world for him-  how would he ever even go about dating or flirting with guys, least of all Billy Hargrove. Girls he understood, flowers and chocolate and driving them to the mall and carrying their shopping bags, classic textbook stuff that he’s actually quite good at if he had to say so himself.

Hi was all he managed to write to Billy.

Hey ;) was the response.

Nerve wracking, dizzying, nauseating. It left him a mess for that entire weekend, making him incapable of ever even responding to any of his other matches on the apps, because he couldn’t stop thinking about Billy fucking Hargrove. Yet he also didn’t know where to go from there, and when Billy didn’t see it fit to send him a second message, it just died out right then and there.

But there was no relief, no Oh thank God that he wouldn’t have to even try and find out what it’s like with Billy- what sex is like with Billy. Yet the thought of it stayed. Every night, morning, day. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, all ruined by a crown of golden curls, broad shoulders, his musky stench, that ugly tattoo… It doesn’t make any sense to him still, but now whenever he thinks about how firm and strong Billy was, bumping up against him on the court, the way he almost admired Steve in the showers right before calling him a pretty boy, and his voice when he said it… it’s all too vivid now. Whenever there was a moment for it, his idle hands would slowly find their way past the border of his briefs, but after only a few strokes of his half chub he’d pull back with a loud and exasperated sigh.

Come Monday morning and he’s sitting in his car, hands gripping too tight around the steering wheel, students flocking to the front doors of Hawkins High. Yet somehow through the mess of reluctant teens, Steve still manages to spot Billy without even really thinking about it, like a gorgeous needle in a hormonal haystack, jeans clinging to his sculpted ass, the fabric around his thighs looking about ready to tear-

Steve shuts his eyes, squeezing till it becomes uncomfortable in an attempt to forget that he knows what Billy looks like naked; how freckles dust across his features everywhere, how smooth he is, how he’s oh so perfectly waxed-

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, shit.” Of all things that could have happened, Steve sporting a boner at school wasn’t rare but definitely the worst. Especially given the subject of his all too sudden desires. 

He had never cared to think twice about Billy when he wasn’t around, and now he’s the only thing on his mind. He can’t go in there like this, can’t face him like this, Steve’s body is too sensitive to even the slightest hint of Billy apparently. 

And he’s not going to jerk off in his car, that’s just… sad.

The fact that he makes it all the way home without a single speeding ticket is just dumb, lazy luck, and that he makes it to his bedroom before jerking off for the second time today is just impressive. At least he can still show some self restraint.

But only a little.

For when he’s done and ashamed of it all, he sluggishly drags his feet toward the shower, where as soon as the hot water hits his skin, he’s reminded of the locker room at school. And he’s reminded of all the times he has caught Billy stealing glances, only for those crystal blues to flee once they’ve been caught, maybe spit out a little toxic comment that’s barely heard in passing.

As he now looks down at his fully hard dick once more, yearning to a certain someone’s attention here in the nude, Steve closes his eyes only to be met by the prideful, girthy cock that even when flaccid Billy struts around with like he’s the king.

His lips pursed around a cigarette. His hands as they grasp the ball at practice. His fingers so nimble whenever he plays with a pencil in class. His smile that he flashes to all the girls. His tongue out to swipe as he grins at Steve.

“Fuck, ah-” he bites into his one hand as he cums into the other, white clashing with the pink of the bathroom tiles. And another, “Fuck!” as he slams the side of his fist against the wall of the shower.

Barely an hour passes before he’s hard and ready again, lying on the couch with old reruns of whatever on the tv, his eyes glued to the pics Billy has posted everywhere for his own conceited ego’s sake, and the hundreds of likes and comments he gets, of course.

But it’s hard not to like what you see, when you’re faced with self-confidence like this, and well earned at that considering his Adonis looks and frequent exercise routine. It wouldn’t shock Steve if he found out that Billy could lift him without breaking a sweat.

Actually it thrills him far too much to even consider, as he watches a video on instagram of Billy benching far more than what Steve weighs, and all the blood rushes into his already eager erection at such a speed he gets a little dizzy.

He almost misses the doorbell ringing in his intense, almost stalker-y field of view, and who the fuck even rings anyone’s door at almost 1pm on a Monday. A sigh and rubbing his eyes prepares him for the inevitable greeting of either mormons or jehovah's witnesses, or maybe he’s lucky to meet a travelling salesman who’s got a cure for crushing on people way outside your league.

The bell rings several times as he walks up to the door, and even after opening it up to the warm summer weather, it takes Steve several long seconds before he realises who’s standing there, toothy grin and denim clad with an arm up on the doorframe.

It hits him like a bullet to the heart, the shock of finding billy Hargrove here, in front of Steve who’s barely dressed and-

Billy’s eyes hone in on the obvious tenting of Steve’s green boxers, and that grin spreads into the widest, flashiest smile that Steve has ever possibly seen.

“Is that for me?” he drawls out, lustful and daring.

And it sets the poor trust fund kid aflame, his heart pumping so fast and hard he feels it pulsate in his dick. The blood rushing away from his brain must be making him dumb, because the only seemingly obvious reaction Steve can sort out is reaching for Billy and kissing that smug look from his face.

It doesn’t take Billy long to get in on it; he pushes his way through the door and closes it behind him, strips clean of his denim jacket before tugging off Steve’s shirt. It all happens so fast he can’t even follow, the taste of Billy’s spit and the feel of his teeth biting disorients him to a point where he can barely answer the question,

“Where’s your bedroom?”

With, “Upstairs and to the left.”

Suddenly they’re on his bed, the memory of them stumbling up the stairs as they undressed distant and nearly gone, as the throbbing of his cock has never felt louder than in this moment.

Of all the girls he’s been with, being with a man is… different. He’s nervous, almost nauseous with it, yet has never been more excited, turned on, or harder in his entire life. Hands are everywhere but where he desires them as they push him into the covers, smoothly runs up and down his chest and abs then all the way up to cup his jaw. His face feels wet with kisses and how eagerly Billy licks his lips to taste everything.

It’s a rushed mess yet it doesn’t go fast enough.

“Touch me,” he whispers without thought as he tries to keep up with Billy’s pacing.

“Yeah? Want me to touch you, pretty boy? Touch your hard, long cock?” Billy’s tone almost cruel and rough at the seams, his hands going down to grip Steve’s hips with near brutish strength.

“God yes,” Steve moans at the slight pain, “I want you to touch me so fucking bad- jerk me off, please.”

“Please?” Billy barks out a laugh at that, “Those bitches you fuck into all that nicety? Please and thank yous.”

“They love it,” Steve says with confidence that can only come from personal experience.

But it only makes Billy laugh more as he pulls away. He sits up on his knees, cock hard and thick where it stands at attention between his muscular thighs. “That won’t work with me, princess. Don’t gotta ask like a good guy for me to fuck you, just say it and I’m here.”

“How easy of you,” the words are out before Steve even thinks about it. The rivalry they have is still new and fresh, it can barely be helped, and for a moment he fears that he has ruined the moment.

Yet Billy doesn’t move away. He slowly licks along the arch of his upper lip, something deep and primal in the way he stares, and a hand runs through his golden locks to push them away from his irritatingly handsome face.

“Look who’s talking.”

In a rush that seems natural to Billy, he flips Steve onto his side before laying down behind him and pressing the head of his wet dick against the crevice of Steve’s thighs.

“Wait!” Steve almost shouts as the churning of his stomach makes him sick with worry about the more technical functions of… this.

“Don’t worry baby,” Billy’s voice all of a sudden like silk, a range so odd and unfamiliar compared to his normal boisterous attitude, “I’m not gonna pop your cherry the first time we do this. You got me too excited for that, don’t wanna wait while I prep you like you deserve,” he whispers against the shell of Steve’s ear, and it eases every single worry he had.

“Oh…” The pent up nerves in his stomach vanishes, like a knot coming undone, every single muscle in his body relaxes into the sheets.

Well, almost every single muscle.

“Yeah, oh,” Billy chuckles and rubs his nose against the back of Steve’s neck, kissing his back. “I can be a nice guy, too. You don’t gotta worry bout a thing, just let me take care of you.”

Today has been… a long, confusing mess. From the boner he woke up with after dreams of Billy, to the one in his car, the one in his shower, the one on the couch, to the way Billy so rudely shoved his way into Steve’s personal space, up the stairs, onto the bed. Rude and hectic from their first kiss till now. Now he’s… nice? Steve feels a fool for falling for it, but at least he’s aware as he lets down his guard and allows for Billy to… do whatever he pleases.

Is this how girls feel whenever a hot guy is nice to them? Whenever Steve is nice to them? Doesn’t feel like the worst thing in the world.

So he nods and hums a light agreement.

“Good,” Billy hums, too, and it makes Steve’s skin crawl in the best way possible; the shivers down his spine almost delightful as they go straight to his dick.

And when Billy gently pushes his heated flesh in between Steve’s thighs, the wet pre lubing up the skin perfectly, it’s weird and foreign, but also impossibly erotic and thrilling, and suddenly all Steve can think about is how Billy’s cock would feel inside of him.

It’s no lie that that’s something he’s thought about before - not necessarily with Billy mind you, just in general when sliding into a soaking wet pussy, he’d often get almost lost in thought about what that feels like, and if this is any indicator of it, he’s even more eager for it now.

So eager he can’t help the long, breathy moan that escapes him as Billy moves into his embrace till they’re lying flush together.

“That good huh?” Billy whispers from behind, and Steve can only imagine the self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Rather than responding he moves, closing his legs tighter and grinding back against Billy, as to test his own boundaries with all of this - which has been something of a win, considering he really went from his first kiss with a guy to this within ten minutes or so. And the way Billy groans all pleasant and pushes harder into their meeting of skin jolts through Steve’s cock like a bolt of lightning making him spurt out pre.

“Yeah, keep your legs just like that,” Billy speaks uncharacteristically soft as he moves one hand down, his burning hot palm smoothly moving over a thigh and staying there for leverage, as he starts rocking back and forth. In and out. 

Steve’s breath stutters and he can’t help but put a hand over his mouth. It’s not uncommon for him to be overly vocal and enthusiastic during sex, but this felt… almost embarassing, the kind of blithe and soft coos and moans rather than deep, throaty groans making his cheeks red.

“Don’t do that.” Billy moves his hand up to grab Steve’s and intertwines their fingers. “I wanna hear you. Let me know what I do to you.”

His cock throbs with urgent need at those words. Such a deep, baritone voice that excites Steve to a fever pitch, his body burning up where sweat gathers down his back between them. It’s gross and stimulating all at once, as Billy thrusts between his wet thighs and holds him close, he feels like a virgin again.

And maybe that’s why Billy is treating him so kindly. Not that he disagreed with the fervor earlier, how crude it was to be manhandled like that, but this? This gentle rocking of their bodies as they together find harmy in the rhythm, it’s intoxicating. Steve barely even notices when his own hand sneaks down to wrap around his hard length, so lost in the moment he can’t think straight, can’t stop the sighs and moans that spill from his body as he melts into Billy’s embrace.

“That’s it,” Billy speaks softly like summer rain, “God you’re so fucking hot. Can’t tell you how long I’ve admired you in secret, thought about every single mole and freckle as I jerked off at home. This is all I’ve wanted for so long, I thought I was dreaming when I saw you on the app.”

Steve wants to respond, wants to say something like, “How do you think I felt when we matched,” but his mind is a fog of euphoria, barely able to even hear what’s being so dearly and honestly said as he can’t focus on anything other than the slickness of Billy’s cock hitting the back of his balls, nudging him closer and closer to the edge with every thrust.

“Your thighs are so nice and soft, clenching around me just right, arh, you feel so fucking good, princess.”

When Billy speeds up, Steve naturally follows along.

“I’m so close.”

Steve, too. The pent up feeling that’s been quickly building to an unbearable pressure point is becoming too much, hot and ecstatic like a volcano waiting to erupt.

“Wanna cum between your legs so bad, baby.”

“Ah- please,” Steve finally finds words and it comes out like a pathetically needy little whine.

He wants to wait- wants them to cum together like he’s seen on porn as fake as that might be, but it’s a sudden and rampant thing, blinding him with fireworks behind his screwed shut eyes. A feeling that can’t possibly be expressed in any other way than a loud, prolonged, almost shocked moan, as he cums into his own hand that he jerks with ardent intensity.

Whilst not simultaneous, Billy is not far behind; urged on by Steve’s alluring keening he sped up his thrusting and grinding like he’s in a race for the finish line himself. And it would be kinda humorous if it wasn’t so hot how hard he slams into the gathering of warm, soaked flesh. Oh how he pounds into Steve with all his sweaty might, grunting and groaning till he cums with a loud and lustful moan, his hand still holding on to Steve’s with a near crushing passion to it.

And then there’s silence, as they breathe out together, muscles relaxing, dicks flaccid and sticky with cum. It’s warm and nice and cozy, but it’s hard to enjoy for Steve.

Is Billy actually this nice, or was it just a play to get off? Did he do to Steve what he does to every other bitch that he gets with? What now? What’s next? Are they gonna be a thing or just friends with benefits? Wait, are they even friends? Fuck buddies maybe? All the thoughts that he didn’t have time to be anxious about before comes rushing in fresh and clear in a post-climax-clarity moment, and it stirs the pit in his stomach alive again.

When Billy squeezes his hand gently, and asks, “What are you thinking about?” whilst nuzzling into the nape of Steve’s neck, kissing him lazily as if almost asleep.

It… helps. The thoughts aren’t gone per say but they’re in the distance now, and all it took was a simple question- a sign of caring.

Steve turns around in bed to look at Billy’s drowsy expression, before answering, “Thinking about taking a shower. You wanna come with?”

Billy’s nose furrows and wrinkles as he peeks out past ruffled curls. “Can’t we stay like this a bit longer?”

It makes Steve’s heart beat different.

“Sure.”

[akakeiiji]

How Kuroo,Suga,Bokuto and Akaashi would react to their S/O who is menstruating please 😳😊

-`,✎ Kuroo, Suga, Bokuto, and Akaashi’s reaction to you menstruating

Omg this was so fun to write tho it reminded me that I haven’t had my period for 2 months now, I’m torn between celebrating and getting worried

This features a gender neutral reader who is able to menstruate btw!

Kuroo is surprisingly very very knowledgeable about periods and menstruation

He grew up with an older sister and is pretty well versed with the whole shebang

And he does a butt-ton of research when he started dating you because he wants to be ready for anything

He won’t realize that you’re on your period right away, only when you show the typical symptoms like mood swings and cramping

He will tease you a bit and coo at you like a little baby

“Awww, no wonder my little (Y/N) was so cranky this morning~”

You’d think that that would be the extent of his reaction to you being on your period but he surprises you later during the day when he hands you a bag full of your favorite snacks and chocolates

He knows just what you need and will definitely run trips to the convenience store for you when you need anything

Kuroo isn’t one of those boys that get all squirmy and awkward when he has to buy pads or tampons for you at the store; he’s actually really proud when he struts to the cashier with a basket full of menstruation products because he didn’t know which one was best so he decided to just play it safe and get them all

Whenever he has questions that can’t be answered on the internet he always calls his sister instead of you because he always wants to impress you and show you how your boyfriend is so knowledgable and thoughtful

He’s also the type to have your preferred menstrual products in his room and bag for you whenever you need it, he is super prepared 

If you’re ever at home and complain about how crappy you feel because of your periods through the phone, Kuroo will definitely show up at your door unannounced no matter how late it is with even more snacks, goodies, and pain meds

Again, he did a lot of research on how to deal with stuff like cramps, migraines, back pain, etc so he does his best to help alleviate whatever is bothering you

We love a good science nerd 🥺💕

KOUSHI IS THE ABSOLUTE KING

He isn’t that knowledgable on periods and stuff and he probably won’t realize why you’re acting so differently until you tell him straight up that it’s leak week

Although this is the first time he’s ever had to deal with periods he’s actually really comfortable with the topic and is always eager to learn more

He’d go to you more and ask you lots of questions instead of relying solely on the internet because he wants to know what it’s like for you; what things you crave, what symptoms you experience, what helps you on your period and all that sort of stuff

He already spoils the hell out of you on a daily basis but his coddling and advances somehow triple when he finds out about your period

He practically empties Ukai’s store after he found out; he bought you all your favorite snacks, the meds you said helped the most, and heating pads

He will also definitely go to runs at the store for products you need, you just need to text him and he’s already out the door

Though once he is at the store he will literally be so friggin stumped, he will stand by the menstrual products aisle for so long staring at the rows and rows of pads and tampons to choose from before sending you a picture of the shelf with a text saying “What size is your vajayjay?”

Yes, Suga says vajayjay, you can fight me on this

Though Suga is really comfortable with talking about periods and stuff, he’s actually pretty squeamish and is a bit scared of blood so just knowing that you have to go through the trials and tribulations that is menstruation makes him so sad

He always wishes he can help more especially with the pain and this usually translates to more cuddling and affection, which he thinks isn’t much but always helps you in the end

He is also a strong believer that kisses and cuddling will definitely help the pain go away so expect a lot of that when you’re on your period

SURPRISE PEOPLE BUT OUT OF THESE FOUR, HE IS PROBABLY THE BEST WHEN DEALING WITH PERIODS

In all of Haikyuu, he is only second to Nishinoya (he has three older sisters) when handling their s/o’s menstruation, which may seem hard to believe but listen:

Bokuto is the youngest in his family and he grew up with two older sisters, both of which he loves and cherishes and treats like absolute queens

When his sisters were on their periods, he was always there for them; he got them pads, got them chocolate, heating pads—whatever it was that they needed

He grew up knowing how to deal with periods, what to buy, what to expect, it doesn’t freak him out at all

Over the years he just developed a sixth sense for these sort of things so you didn't need to tell him you were on your period, he just knew

“Oh, babe, are your cramps bad? Is it your first day?”

“How do you know—” Shushes you and just hands you a heating pad

The man just k n o w s

He was also super nonchalant about it, he didn’t make a big deal out of it at all; he asked you a few questions like what products you preferred to use and what symptoms you experienced and he was so well-informed that it was a bit shocking

“My eldest sister gets really bad cramps too, heating pads and pain meds help a lot, but she says that drinking herbal tea is also really effective. We should make some later, I’ll buy some at the store!”

He’s super patient with you and doesn’t get affected by your mood swings

But if you cry, he will definitely without a doubt cry with you too

He’s always so sweet and doting with you and this doesn’t change when it’s shark week, in fact, he only gets even sweeter

He’ll always insist that you should sit back and rest; if you need water, he’ll get a whole gallon if you want, if you’re hungry, then you best believe that he’s gonna buy you all your favorite foods, if you feel cranky then he’ll give you some space, if you’re needy then he’ll cuddle the shit out of you

Everything that you experience during your period is something Kou has already dealt with with his sisters, he is an expert at this point

His sisters raised him right okay? He treats you like an absolute deity 25/8 and he does so happily

Akaashi is surprisingly pretty clueless when it comes to menstruation at the beginning of your relationship

He’s an only child and was mostly surrounded by males throughout his life and he never really talked about menstruation with his friends who menstruated so he was never educated on the topic

He knew the basic stuff like how blood came out of your coochie and you might get cranky but that’s really the extent of his knowledge

So when you got your period a few weeks into your relationship with Akaashi, he completely misread the situation and thought you were mad at him

It was another case of over proportionally analyzing everything for Akaashi overthinking gang whats up 🤧✋

Why are you suddenly so cranky? Why the sudden change of moods? Why are you always going to the bathroom?? Are you avoiding him?? Do you want to break up???

His overthinking got the best of him in this situation as much as he tried not to

He obviously goes to talk to you about it because Akaashi is a mature king and he got so confused when you just started laughing at him

Once you finally explained it to him he felt like such a fool, he ended up laughing with you which was a majestic sight pls cherish it

He felt really apologetic for jumping to conclusions and wanted to make up for his lack of knowledge, he immediately began learning as much as he could; he researched on the internet, borrowed some books from the library, and called some of his friends (this included Bokuto, he knew his best friend was the expert)

He’d probably go on those forums where people would exchange tips to one another for helping their S/O’s when they were on their period

He would keep everything he learned on his phone’s notes app because he didn’t want to forget anything

It doesn’t take long for him to get a hang on the whole period shebang but once he does he is an absolute angel sent from the heavens

He makes everything so easy for you, he’s just so thoughtful and considerate 

He’s the type to keep track of your cycle, he’d probably download an app or mark it on his calendar so that he’ll be able to get ready for when it starts

He’s extremely patient and is unaffected by your mood swings, you can snap at him, coddle him, cry with him and he’ll handle it like usual, it’s not that different from dealing with Bokuto

He’s also really observant so even if you don’t say anything he’ll know if you need anything, my man will happily bend over backward for you please cherish him

[chloe-skywalker]

Secret Valentine’s Day Plans - Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x Harrington Fem!reader

Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 645

Summary: Valentine’s day plans might have to stay secret when your brother doesn’t know and there with your brother’s enemy.

Authors Note: I do not know why most of my holiday imagines end up being with Billy Hargrove. I guess it’s just a character that works for the ideas. I honestly don’t know. But I’m proud of them. P.S Happy Valentine’s Day!

Masterlist

Holiday Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist 

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“Valentine’s day. A great holiday if you have someone, a sad depressing one if you don’t.” Y/n exclaimed to her brother. She has had good Valentine’s days and some sad ones. But that’s how she views the holiday.

“Yeah well, I don’t have someone this year so it’s the second for me.” Steve gave Y/n a tight-lipped smile which she could tell held some despair, and that could only be about one person.

Y/n rolled her eyes and nudged him in the side with her elbow. “Dude, you need to get over Nancy.”

Steve sighed “I know but...I loved her.”

“You could always go back to your ‘King Steve’ ways.” Y/n smirked taking a bite of her sandwich.

Steve turned his eyesight to her and gave her an annoyed look. “No.”

“Relax, I was just kidding.” Y/n raised her hand up in mock surrender. “I hated when you were that dick.”

“Oh, gee thanks.” He poked at his lunch shaking his head at her comment.

“Well, you were. Want me to lie to you?” she shrugged it was the truth.

“Yeah, I was.” Steve ended up agreeing. It’s not like he could disagree. It was basically a fact that ‘King Steve’ was a dick. “What are you doing for Valentine’s day?”

Y/n dropped her eyesight down to her lunch tray. “Oh, me?” she asked with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah” Steve nodded opening his chips.

“Uh.” Y/n took a look up across the cafeteria. Her eyes meeting a certain blonde with a mullet. When his eyes met hers, he gave a wink. “Probably just watch a movie and eat chocolate.” She shrugged

Steve nodded in acknowledgment. “Hmm. I think I might go to Carol’s Valentine’s day party. At least there will be booze.”

Y/n smirked as their eyes met. “Yeah, you can drown your sorrows.”

Steve nodded pointing at her next to him with a chip. “Yes, exactly. See you know me so well.”

Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder teasingly. “Well, I am your sister.”

“That you are, huh.” he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Asshole.” she shoved away from him.

“You love me” Steve smirked and they both went back to eating their lunch. Y/n’s eyes however went back to a certain badboys. Whose eyes were already on her.

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“So are we on for tonight?” Billy asked coming through her window.

“GOD! You scared me.” Y/n screamed, hand over her heart. “Why are you asking when you’re already crawling through my window?” she scoffed

Billy strutted over to his girl, grabbing her by the hips turning her to face him completely. “We gonna get caught?”

“No. Parents are out of town, again.” Y/n shook her head, biting her lip.

“And Steve?” He asked leaning in closer

Y/n shook her head again, tilting her head back. “He went out to Carol’s party to get drunk and forget Nancy.”

“Hmmm” Billy hummed finally placing his lips on hers. “Happy Valentine’s day.” he smiled after pulling away.

“Happy Valentine’s day.” Y/n smiled back getting up on her tippy toes to kiss him again. That went on for a while till Billy pulled away really fast.

“Oh! I almost-” he exclaimed walking away from her and over to his duffle bag he brought since they planned to do some stuff.

“What’s this?” Y/n asked confused as he handed her a small box.

“Open it.” Billy smirked, Y/n could read the excitement in his eyes.

“I love it. Thank you.” Y/n loved the small heart on the necklace, engraved with both their names.

“Welcome. Now come here.” Billy kissed her quick on the forehead before grabbing her by the hips and having the two of them fall back on her bed. Y/n on top of him. For now.

[tedturneriscrazy]

Here's Eclipse Lake, an episode that has been highly anticipated! Will it top Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Hooty's Door?

I'll skip the pretense: No. It won't.

You'll see under the cut.

Hmm, that list of ingredients for the Grimwalker...I'll let other people theorize about this (like @sepublic ), but it sure looks like a thing

Guess the mysterious green goo won't cut it, huh?

Belos face reveal already?! Huh, didn't expect it so soon.

Oh, no, he's hot! (And I'm mad about it)

Still an ass, though

Now we know why Hunter was wearing a different outfit (because people fixated on that for some reason)

Amity with the clipboard gives me strong Dipper vibes

GHOST! My beloved!

I need a moment because CAT!

(Also, someone pointed out earlier that Ghost was based on Dana's cat, and that's super obvious in hindsight)

Raine?! Oh, wait, you mean rain. Sigh.

Eda gets training tips from DBZ confirmed

(Also Amity's face when reacting to Eda's explanation is priceless)

Oh God Eda's a weeb I need another moment

Damn, Amity just straight up calling Eda old

Oh, loopy Luz

(The abomination holding the tissue box is adorable for many reasons)

Yeah, don't want Luz to eat the McGuffin

I have several questions about those Tamagotchis that I'll refrain from listing here

Amity your Odalia is showing

Girlfriend counter: 1

(Yes I am introducing a counting gag, deal with it)

Was wondering if they were ever gonna reference the dissection incident. We've come a long way, baby!

Oh, so that's what everyone was looking at

Luz honey your enthusiasm is admirable but no

Luz burrito is quite cute, though

Girlfriend counter: 2

(Damn, still wild to think that that's the case)

Just occurred to me that "Boots" is probably shortened from "Bossyboots" from earlier

Guess the Luz hiss compilation needs to be updated again

Those tunnels ain't the only thing around here that's unstable, amirite?

Oops, guess Kiki was justified, after all

Maybe don't talk so loudly about your plans, dude

That is her son, get it right!

Serves you right for having that stupid strand of hair sticking out like that

Is this just the episode where everyone dunks on White Boy? Because I can totally get behind that.

Already mentioned this, but I am loving the parallels between Katara and Amity with that bottle of abomination goo. Insert obligatory "Two Nickels" meme here about Mae Whitman.

We really are just dunking on the white boy and I am living for it

Hooty had to get it from somewhere, I suppose

Nothing says mother-son bonding like shooting things at each other (see also: Separate Tides)

I'm sure the magic bouncing off the veins won't come into play later at all

Oh well, at least the echolocation looked cool

At this point Amity would kill Hunter for a Klondike bar

Wait why does Hooty need a chair

Willow with the galaxy brain ideas

"A bad but sad boy" Luz is a genius at succinctly summing people up

Kikimora continues to be unhinged. Ironically she's not wrong about Hunter.

Motherfucker stop acting like you know what that says

(Also, projecting much?)

Girlfriend counter: 3

Friendly reminder that Hunter is still an antagonist

Uh oh

UH OH

I know someone mentioned Willow having the brain cell, but honestly it seemed like Luz had it this whole time. And that's not good.

WHY IS FOOL'S BLOOD EVEN A THING

Aaaaand cue the getting screwed over

Further reminder that he's still an antagonist (Apparently there's a vocal segment who's Really Mad at him that seem to forget this fact)

You unhand Ghost right now!! And Amity too, I guess.

(I kid, she's literally my second favorite character)

For what she did to Raine it warms my heart to know Kiki has had zero peace of mind

Wait, the Abomatons are Transformers?! Okay, that's kind of awesome, actually. Alador might be a shit dad but he is a brilliant inventor.

Chucking kids off cliffs is a surpisingly common pastime in the Boiling Isles

Owlbert no!

Eda did spend literal decades fighting the Owl Beast within, so I guess she can't be blamed for not thinking to talk to it

Also hurry up guys I'm very concerned about Owlbert

Fuck yeah Harpy Milf!

Yay Ghost returns!

She's glad they're okay (I didn't need to take this, I just thought it was cute. Also this is surprisingly high quality considering I just took a photo of my TV screen)

Oh, so they do have video games in the Demon Realm. That or Luz introduced them.

Trailer shot!

Oh dear, we about to have a fight over the key

Wow, being so high ranking under Belos is really bad for mental health

Jesus Christ Belos what have you been putting in this poor kid's head?

Leave it to King to give radical recontextualizations

Amity, I'm glad you remembered/realized this about Luz, please don't let the sad white boy play you like that again

Also, I appreciate the gesture you're making, and it's a wonderful summary of your character development, but goddamnit he's gonna go for that key because he's STILL AN ANTAGONIST

"Being nice usually works for Luz!" A) Not always, and B) Amity I love you but Luz you are not. A valiant attempt nonetheless.

Ooh, cool fight scene!

Always lovely to see such superb animation

I was privately griping about not seeing Amity use magic for so long, and now I am fed

Don't think I didn't hear the glass breaking

Appreciate your ass from a hole in the ground, Golden Boy!

(jk I don't actually feel that strongly about him still. That kind of threat still isn't cool, though)

Oh so that's why it's the Common Mold!

It's kinda cute, actually. Or maybe it's just because it's Luz.

TIL Hooty is heat resistant

Apparently Owl Beast just wanted a snack

Girlfriend counter: 4

Also love how calling Amity her awesome girlfriend is literally the first thing Luz says to her upon returning.

Yesssss return the hug! You deserve it!

(I know there are higher quality versions of this screenshot, I just didn't feel like looking around)

King demands huggies, too! (And gets 'em)

Reminder that Amity is smart as hell. I knew that glass breaking indicated something!

So once again I've been had. I let the fandom trick me into thinking this episode would be way more intense. Guess that one screenshot was from the next episode.

Overall this was...fine. Some nice Lumity moments, Harpy Eda strutting her stuff, that gorgeously animated fight sequence; those were all lovely.

I do wish Willow and Gus had a bit more to do. And I'm still rather unenthusiastic about Hunter, to be honest. I've seen his type several times before, and the path they have for him is rather obvious. I may never share the fandom's love for him, and I guess I'll have to deal with that.

Anybody who says this was better than KKKOHD is a damn fool.

Mid season finale next week! I think Yesterday's Lie will finally bring the pain!

[chrisevansfuturewife]

always teasing/flirting with rafe but neither of you make a move and your friends are like PLEASE just act on it

Finally: Rafe Cameron

TW: underage drinking, drug usage, language

“hey Y/N” Topper walks up to you, handing you a red solo cup “enjoying yourself?”

You just nod “yeah, having a good time so far”

Kelce makes his way over to the two of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It wasn’t weird to you- you’ve known the guys since elementary school along with Rafe. You haven’t seen him yet tonight, presumably snorting yayo down in the finished basement with scandalously clad tourons. Wouldn’t be the first time, certainly won’t be the last.

“wanna head downstairs?” Kelce asks you and Topper and Topper nods

“yeah, come on Y/N why not” he nods towards the basement door “who knows, maybe Rafe will let you sit on his lap for once and not a touron huh?” he elbows Kelce as the two preps laugh in unison

You shove Topper lightly before he wraps his arm around you, walking down the stairs.

the sight of Rafe leaning over the glass coffee table makes your heart pound, you try your best to suppress the sensation by downing whatever Topper previously handed you in your red plastic cup

“hey Y/N” Rafe’s face lights up when he looks up from the coffee table “get over here” he waves you over, smile plastered on his face

he scooches over on the sofa to make room for you, tapping on the leather seat for you to sit next to him

he wraps his arm around your body as you lean into him like a second nature

the orange skinned bleach blondes that surround the rest of the coffee table scowl at you but you’re too busy taking in the scent of Rafe’s expensive cologne mixed with alcohol

“you look great by the way” the blonde smiles as he runs his hand down your thigh

“can i have a bump?” one of the random girls that were oogling at Rafe stand in front of the two of you “or am I interrupting something?”

he shakes his head furiously fast “no, not at all.” he takes the dollar bills from her nail polished fingers and counts it out “this is only 60, but whatever I’ll let it slide just for you”

you stand up from the couch and try not to storm away too dramatically

“woah, looks like pretty princess is mad” Kelce holds his hands up in the air

“not the fucking time”

you were slightly intoxicated, but not as much as you’d like to be. walking over to the bar buffet, you start pouring and mixing drinks into a fresh plastic solo cup

“you sure you wanna do that Y/N?” Topper raises his eyebrows and you nod before downing the mixture you had concocted

“yeah” you put the cup down “i’m pretty sure” you smile, patting your hand on Topper’s chest with a bitchy smirk “i’m- i’m gonna go upstairs and dance” you slur before strutting away from the blonde and heading back up the stairs

Topper makes his way over to Rafe to tap him on the shoulder

he leans in and whispers to his friend “so uh, what was that all about with Y/N?”

Rafe raises his hand “nothing dude.”

“you can’t tell me that was nothing, you gotta make a move on her”

“I don’t wanna mess up our friend group” Rafe justifies “it’s always been us four and if she rejects me it’s gonna be so awkward”

Topper rolls his eyes “you guys literally cuddle, you sleep in the same bed, she always has her hand on your thigh-”

“i get it, I’ll go upstairs”

meanwhile

“Can I get you something to drink?” JJ Maybank walks up to Y/N “we’ve got..” he studies the makeshift bar “whitney, captain, bacardi, henny- ya know what, I’ll whip up a Maybank special just for you”

“thanks JJ”

even though you weren’t close or anything, you knew JJ. He was a good guy, misunderstood, but always had good intentions of trying to protect the ones he loved

“and voila” he smiles handing you yet another red solo cup

“merci” you take the cup from a confused beach bum

JJ just stands there until he mutters “yes”

“I don’t mean this in a rude way but what are you doing here? I never see you at any Kook parties”

“well, John B wanted to come so we decided that we’d all go.” he takes a sip of whatever drink was in his cup “how’s stuff with the hair gel king?”

you were already intoxicated but now you were more so and prone to run your mouth a little more, they don’t call it liquid courage for nothing

“horrible. i don’t think he’s into me which I totally get since like, we’ve known each other for years.” you sigh “I guess I should just like give up honestly. like there’s no point in waiting for my best friend to fall in love with me. Rafe Cameron doesn’t love anyone besides his Coke and himself”

your eyes light up as you see a familiar shag of brown hair complimented by a red bandanna as a scarf

“John B!” you jump up to wrap your arms around the boy

“woah hey there Y/N” he laughs and looks at JJ confusingly “how’ve you been?”

“good good” you take another sip of your drink with your arm still draped around the boy’s shoulder “we should dance, I love this song.” Memories by Kid Cudi blares over the speakers and echo through Topper’s mansion

JJ joins the two of you as you stand in the middle of the two boys. Flipping your hair around, moving your hips to the music

it isn’t long before you’re pressed up against JJ, grinding your ass and swaying your hips against him. he puts his hands on your hips just as Kelce, Topper and Rafe make their only appearance out of the basement

“Y/N” Rafe calls for you over the blaring music “Y/N what are you doing?” Instead of lashing out, he laughs at your drunken moves “hey, come on now” he takes your hand and guides you away from the pogues  

“what are you doing” you pout “I was having fun”

“i know, I know you were babe” Rafe smirks as he takes you over to the couch, leaning you into his chest with his arm around you

“Rafey?” you look up at him, and he turns to make eye contact with you

“yeah?”

“Kiss me”

He looks around nervously for a split second before he looks back into your Y/C/E eyes before wrapping his decorated hands around your jaw, lips moving against the laws of gravity, a magnetic force until you feel his against yours

“you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” Rafe ruffles a hand through his gelled hair

“you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to do that” you laugh, “now it’s my turn”

You wrap your arms around Rafe’s neck as he shifts his hands to your waist. The two of you chest to chest and lips to lips

Kelce and Topper sit on the countertop clapping

“Pay up” Topper smiles, putting his hand out and Kelce rolls his eyes, giving Top a 20 dollar bill “Fin-a-lly!”

The two of you break apart and laugh at your spectators for a split second before Rafe tips your chin and you indulge in another kiss with your best friend

[howlingday]

Watts: You're not actually human, you know.

Jaune: (Restrained) What are you talking about?

Watts: You're not human. You never were.

Jaune: Then what am I?

Watts: Better. You are the splice of Salem's DNA and Grimm tar, thus creating a superior creature of neither man nor Grimm.

Jaune: You're lying!

Tyrian: (Chuckling) No, it's true. Why would we lie?

Jaune: Maybe because you're evil?

Tyrian: ...Touché.

Watts: (Rolls his eyes) Listen, (Places his hand on Jaune's shoulder)

You were born in a lab manned by me!

A lab manned by- Ow!

Shh! Watch and see!

A perfect sample!

In six short months, you finally broke free!

Broke free from what; a tree?

The lab, it was dark

It may sound odd, but you owe your life to me

Or rather our Goddess Queen!

The one who's evil?

As can be!

You'll find what makes her foes fail to flee!

Prepare to learn your roots!

Listen to what we say!

Because if you don't, you'll never see the light of day!

Your shoulder-bones were Nevermore,

And your hair is as soft as hers...

That's kind of really creepy. Are you sniffing-?!

Your teeth are like a Sabyrs!

Now strut your stuff,

Crouch real low,

Pounce onto that man!

(Tyrian grabs Jaune by the leg and repeatedly punches him, Hazel scoffs and walks away)

DON'T LEAP 'TIL WE SAY YOU CAN!

If I can learn to do it!

You can learn to do it!

Once you just embrace it,

There's nothing to it!

Follow in my footsteps,

Claw to boot,

You can learn to do it, too!

Now those four Kingdoms, what a joke!

Same goes for the White Fang.

I never understood their final plan

What genius!

You're the man!

Now plot a scheme,

What's your plan?

Uh, give up and let them win?

(Tyrian gasps, Watts unloads a round into Jaune with each word)

NO, BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST TOO DIM!

If we can learn to do it,

You could learn to do it!

Forget that Maiden nonsense,

Say "Simply screw it!"

It may sound pointless,

Because it's true,

But you'll learn to hate it, too!

Next, I'll summarize your Grimm abilities!

First we have a Beowolf,

Fast and skilled in teams!

The Beringel,

Strong and tall!

King Taijitu,

Organic redundancies!

Then Goliaths,

A giant wall of death!

And then there are Apathies,

They drain you of your luck!

Did you know that?

No- What the fuck-

(Jaune leaps and bounds through jungles in black-pelt armor, Skin pale and eyes red)

If you can learn to do it!

I can learn to do it!

I don't know how I knew it,

I simply knew it!

Suddenly I feel like something new!

I guess I owe it all to you!

If I can learn to do it,

You can learn to do it!

Look deep inside,

And you'll pull through it!

I followed in your footsteps,

Claw to boot!

And we all had to learn to do it!

You truly proved it!

We all learned to do it, too!

Jaune: (Sighing) Ah! Thank you, for teaching me this. I feel ready for anything!

Watts: Excellent! Now, where will you go now?

Jaune: Hm... Well, I was thinking... somewhere near and dear to my heart! (SHUNKT!)

Watts: (Impaled with Tyrian on Jaune's claws) B-Bastard!

Jaune: What? You thought after that training montage song, we were gonna be friends?

Tyrian: (Teary-eyed) Yes!

Jaune: (Throws them both off) Oh, and by the way, my hair is soft because I use l'oreal! (Walks away, Flipping his hair) Because I know I'm worth it!

Salem: (Watching via Seer, Chuckles) How interesting...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Eye of the Storm 9

Warnings: nonconsensual sex (series), teasing, some fingering

This is dark!Thor and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a new servant at the palace of Asgard but the job isn’t so easy as you thought.

Note: Um, some stuff happens. 

(I can’t blame @lokislastlove​ but I will anyway)

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

That night was as sleepless as many since your arrival at the palace. You mourned your old life not just for its simplicity but for the restful nights, even if they hadn’t been very long then either. 

In the morning, the routine you’d formed was the only thing that kept you from stewing in anxiety and self-pity. You just couldn’t help but sink yourself further into the mud.

You took the tray from the kitchen and crept your way up the winding staircases to the upper floors. A sense of dread filled you, a cursed sense of deja vu pervaded your mind. 

You had to stop to gather yourself outside the solarium, having unintentionally taken a turn that would see you past the king’s chambers. Loki’s were just a single corridor away. Before, they’d felt like a haven but now it was like entering another snare. The snake’s tooth was just as sharp as the lion’s fang. 

You took a breath and knocked with your elbow. No answer came and you kicked instead. Still, the silence remained. 

Surely you weren’t to carry the tray all the way back to the kitchen, you knew Loki was within. So you balanced the tray against your hip and opened the door as it teetered precariously. You entered and closed the door with your bottom, jostling the lid just a little. The prince, presumably, was still abed.

You went to the balcony and set the tray in its usual place on the round table. You turned back and swept through to the receiving chamber. You listened for any stirs from the bedroom. It would be better to wait. 

The prince no doubt recalled the previous night as well as you, though he’d not have an ounce of guilt for it. In fact, you suspected he would be quite indignant on your errant tongue. His curt dismissal, still crisp in your head, assured you of that.

You didn’t wait long as you were called to attendance. Loki’s voice carried through the open door and you froze in place, only then realising how you’d been pacing around the chaise. You went to the doorway and hovered just upon the threshold of the bedchamber. 

Loki sat up as you did, his chest bare and pale as the sunlight peered in through the tall windows. His black hair was askew, unlike its usual sleek perfection, and his green eyes were slitted with the remnants of his slumber.

“Ah, timely as always,” He commented as he turned his legs over the side of the bed, the blankets pulling away from him as he did. He was naked and either unaware of it or unaffected by it. “Come here.”

He stretched his arms above him and you reluctantly obeyed. You approached nervously, your eyes on his profile as you prayed they didn’t slip lower. He reached to you as you neared and grabbed your wrist. You let out a yelp as he pulled you close and fell back on the bed with you atop him. Your eyes were wide and fearful as you stared down at him.

He smiled and chuckled, his gazed flicked down and back to your face.

“Forgive me, I did not realise--” He said. “I do forget myself.” He purred, your lips only an inch from his. “Would you be so kind as to fetch me some water?” He sat up and shoved you off of him. “I am terribly thirsty.”

You blinked and bit down on your cheek as you turned to grab the ewer of water on the side table against the far wall. You poured a cup and returned to him. He took it and drained it easily before he stood, handing it back as he sidled past you.

"If you would draw me a bath," He said as he rounded the bed and went to the window.

"Your highness," You uttered stiffly.

You left him, thankful to be away from him, and neared the pump at the head of the ebony tub. You cranked it and watched the water splash down.

You were more angry at yourself than Loki. You knew not to trust him and perhaps you hadn't but you had thought him different than Thor. Sure, he was deceptive, arrogant, and entirely self-serving, but you hadn't thought him to be... like that.

He entered and you stopped the faucet. The water had risen rather high. You stepped out from behind the tub and stared at the marble floor as you walked along the wall to the other side. Loki went to the tub and paused at its edge.

"You might set out my attire for the day. I've a council meeting shortly." He said. "If only I were king and could hold my own pleasure above the needs of the realm."

"Yes, your highness," You were quick in your flight, taking his dismissal before he could rescind. 

Even so, you were unnerved that he let you go so easily. As you were learning, Loki was patient and with time, his plots grew ever more sinister. 

You went to his wardrobe and chose one of his many green tunics, this one trimmed in silver, and a pair of matching trousers. His heavy emerald jacket was hung at the read from a hook on the wall and you laid it out next to the rest of his outfit. You rubbed your hands together as you listened to the gentle ripples of water and his movement from the next room. No doubt leaving would only make whatever torment he had planned worse. Oh how much like his brother he truly was.

When he emerged, covered from the waist down with a towel, you stood by the door. He approached the bed and looked over your selection with a haughty grin. He let the towel fall slack and bent to dry himself. You looked away and focused on the engraving of a snake hung over the desk.

“Tell me,” He said and you kept your eyes above his shoulders as you glanced at him. “Did my brother have you dress him? Well, of course that’s rhetorical. He must have.”

You pursed your lips and said nothing. The silence was your begrudging answer.

“Don’t worry, dear, I can dress myself,” He took his undershorts and stepped into them. “I will however have you accompany me to the day’s council. The king has insisted upon it though I’d rather he put more effort into his marriage. Figures he would heed his duty when another lays upon his shoulders.”

You found it hard to do more than taste the bile of anger rising on your tongue. You cleared your throat and recited a tame “your highness.”

He smiled to himself and continued to dress. Deliberate and slow, it felt like an eternity before he was clothed. He brushed his hair and glanced in his mirror. He turned his head to admire his sharp features and stood straight. He went to his desk and seized the heavy ledger and a bundle of papers. He approached and thrust them into your arms.

“Very well, let us be off,” He declared. “But I do expect you to wipe that trite look off your face in the presence of the council. I will not shy away from doing it for you should you continue to wear it.”

You inhaled and eased the tension from your jaw as you bowed your head. He stepped past you and strutted into the receiving room.

“Do not tarry,” He called to you. “Unless you do long for my remonstrance.”

🌩️

You did not miss the surprise that raised Loki’s brow as you arrived at the council chamber. Thor was the first there and sat at the head of the long table. Before him, he had his own stack of papers and barely even acknowledged his brother’s presence as he perused them.

The other lords came one at a time. You’d only attended one other session and yet something felt amiss. The way the men and single lady sat wordlessly and eyes flitted here and there, never quite meeting as something remained unsaid. You glanced at Loki for any hint of what it might be and to your surprise he seemed just as perplexed.

Thor brought the meeting to order as he sat up and slapped the table. He took a breath and could barely withhold his questionable pleasure. You peeked at Loki again and then back at the king. He had effectively ignored your presence and you felt as if you should be thankful and yet it only injected you with a sense of foreboding.

“As some of you are already aware, today is more of a formality than anything. I do have a new wife awaiting my attentions and I do hate to disappoint her so early in our union.” Thor announced. “So let us get to the matter at hand.” He paused and raised a hand to Loki who shuffled a paper before him. “Brother, your paltry little gripes can wait until our next. I do not care for the tax on grains.”

Loki’s lip twitched and he merely swallowed his protest. He looked to Sif and then Hogun. They both avoided his gaze and he poked his tongue against his top lip as he thought. Something was indeed going on.

“We will be holding a vote today on the matter of at last reinstating the legacy act.” Thor explained. “Brother, I have always admired your knowledge of our legislation. Surely you are familiar with the act.”

Lines formed around Loki’s lips and across his forehead. His green eyes burned fiercely as he glared at his brother.

“I am aware of it. I am more than. I recall our father disbanded it upon our mother’s insistence and it was upon good reason that he did.” Loki replied. “The kingdom does not need a civil war.”

“Nor does it need an empty throne,” Thor countered smoothly. “My wife, should the fates bless us, is expected to provide me the heirs necessary to continue our lineage but we both know how fickle fate can prove. I should hate to leave my kingdom without a prince, or should we have one, a princess.”

“Calla is young, she has many siblings as did her mother and father,” Loki insisted. “You hardly need insurance upon our bloodline.”

“Ah, but we cannot rely on assumptions or hopes. Didn’t you always warn me of such optimism? Ever the cynic, you are, brother,” Thor chided, “I finally take your advice and you look as if you’ve swallowed your own tongue.”

Loki’s fingers tapped on the stone table and he shrugged. “Very well, put it to a vote then brother. Certainly I am not the only who sees through your foolishness.”

“Before we go forward, are all parties familiar with the contents of the legacy act?” Thor asked. All nodded, Loki with some reluctance as he looked around. “Very well, let us vote. All those in favour,” All but the prince said aye, “And against, “Nay.” Loki shook his head, his defeat already obvious.

Thor nodded and sat back in victory. Swift, neat, easy. You knew as Loki did, as he stared down each member of the council, that they had conspired without him. The prince realised all too late that his brother was just as tricky as he was. You hadn’t any idea what had been done but as the king’s eyes settled on you and he winked, you knew it could not be good.

“Maid,” Loki beckoned to you. “I do favour a walk in the woods. If you would pack my lunch in a basket and await me in my chambers, I shall not be much longer with the matters of council.”

“Your highness,” You dipped your head.

“Quickly,” He bid under his breath and waved you away.

You obeyed, eager to be away as much as he wanted you away. His urgency to have you gone was an ill omen. It confirmed that whatever trouble twinkled in Thor’s eyes would not be good for either you or the prince.

🌩️

You walked along just a step behind Loki as he led you through the trees, stopping to watch a passing bird or look closer at some leaf or petal. He had been quiet since his return from council. He’d not said a word as he tossed a blanket from the chest into the basket you’d packed with cheese, bread, and wine, and a book as well. You carried the heavy load along the narrow trails, the air warm as it was trapped by the thick trunks around you.

You came upon a clearing and he paced around its parameter. He bid you to lay down the blanket and as you did, he sat upon it, one leg bent and the other straight. He rested his elbow on the bent one and hummed in thought. You pulled out his lunch but he didn’t seem very interested in the food.

“Sit,” He said as he gestured beside him. You sat on your knees and stared at the weave of the blanket. “Are you going to ask or shall I take the initiative?”

You peeked over at him and he sighed. You shrugged and he pushed back a strand of his dark hair.

“The legacy act was created to ensure that the kingdom was not left without heir.” Loki rubbed his chin as he spoke. “Be it legitimate or otherwise.” The words seemed sour on his tongue as he forced them out. “It legalizes the keeping of concubines by the monarch so that he may assure himself a continued bloodline.” Loki shook his head. “I am certain you can guess why my brother did take an interest in reviving the antiquated and ridiculous bill.”

Your mouth fell open as it was not difficult to surmise. Even an uneducated servant like yourself could solve such a basic equation. Yet, a part of you still wanted to deny it. The king would not do all that because of you. He could have any woman in the kingdom; in your estimate, he had.

“I do understand.” You said.

Loki was silent and he reached for the loaf of bread. He took a chunk of bread and a piece of cheese and offered it to you. You thanked him as you accepted it but didn’t feel much hunger as that terrible feeling sunk deeper and deeper. Was it destiny or dread?

“Is that it?” You wondered. “Nothing else to say?”

“On the matter of my brother and his foolery? No,” Loki bit into the cheese.

You looked down at the food in your hand and broke off a piece of cheese and bread and began to nibble at it. You ate slowly, silently. The prince offered you more but you declined as you feared your stomach would flip. He packed up the leftovers himself but did not rise. He took the book he had slipped into the basket and sat back, his legs sprawled out before him.

“Do you like stories?” He asked.

“I suppose,” You answered as you played with a blade of grass pulled from along the edge of the blanket. “My mother used to tell us about the monsters found by the fishermen.”

“Well this is nothing so fantastical as that but entertaining nonetheless,” Loki said. “Would you like me to read it to you?”

You considered him a moment. He had tasted bitter defeat and it seemed to humble him but you did not truly believe him. How could you? He had proven himself a convincing actor. Yet, you found the question harmless enough. A story; a brief escape from your reality. Perhaps he was belittling you with the offer but it seemed your pride would be chipped away one way or the other.

“I would,” You accepted. “If it is no trouble to you.”

“Not at all,” He accepted. “Come,” He pointed between his legs, “Sit with me.”

Then it returned. That repulsive flavour, that bubbling sickness. Ridicule. Why had you thought it would be anything less than another trick? You didn’t have the energy to argue with the prince. You’d tried it the night before and found it futile. Humour him and perhaps he would lose interest. It wasn’t so amusing when your prey gave you no chase.

You walked on your knees to him and turned to sit between his legs. His hand rested on your hip as he guided you and bent his legs to cradle you. His hand snaked around to your stomach and he urged you to lean back against him.

“Do you mind if I continue from my mark?” He asked.

“No,” You said flatly. You just didn’t care anymore.

“Very good,” He praised as he opened the book with one hand and cleared his throat.

‘He’d never seen a creature like her. Never seen the coils of sheer delight that seemed to contort her body.’

You went rigid as you registered the words, the scene set without much preamble as his soft tone seeped into your ears.

‘It was at his touch that she writhed and raved. That she pleaded for more and yet, he had barely done anything more than pet her.’

Loki’s hand slipped down your stomach to your lap. Before you could press your legs together, his hand was between them.

“Ahh,” He warned you bluntly. “Just sit and listen. Don’t you move.”

You swallowed and looked at the text. You’d never learned to read and wondered if perhaps he was conjuring the words on his own. It didn’t matter. You just sat there as his finger pressed your skirt against your cunt.

‘He obliged her, his fingers moving almost upon their own accord.’ His own seemed to mimic the written scene. ‘He traced circles along her tender bud and watched those upon her chest sharpen. The way she gasped, moaned, and soon enough, sobbed had him swollen with desire.’

His fingers swirled as he rubbed you through your dress and your thighs squeezed his hand as the peculiar tingle stoked the panic only then breaking through your apathy. You touched his hand and he waved you away with a hum which warned of worse. You bit your lip without thinking as the ripples that rose in you echoed the movement of his fingertips.

‘He slipped further down and felt the sacred folds of her flowers. Two fingers sank into her, coated in her lust, and she choked upon her pleasure.’

His words faded in your mind as his hand stoked your body. You’d never felt anything like it before. You wanted him to stop and yet you didn’t. His voice carried on without a hint of what he was doing to you but you could not focus on the story. You leaned into him and purred as you felt yourself nearing some precipice you couldn’t see.

Your toes curled against your sandals and you grasped Loki’s knee without thinking as you arched your back. You let out a sharp cry as the tension broke suddenly and deluge washed over you. Your eyes rolled back and closed as you panted through the pulsing pleasure and his fingers slowed, easing you down from your peak.

When you opened your eyes, the book was closed. You felt a prodding along your lower back and Loki’s hand floated away from your lap. He felt along your side and sent a shiver through you as he leaned in to inhale the scent of your neck. His lips brushed your skin as he spoke.

“Remember this when he takes you,” He said. “Know that he will never make you feel better than I can.”

[theanimesideblog]

Hi! I'm not the og anon who sent it but I read your hcs for a s/o who was insecure about her blue eyes and was wondering if you could do a part two where she goes to school without her contacts for the first time? Thanks so much!

Todoroki, Bakugou, Kirishima x Blue eyed!Fem!Reader: My Blue Eyed Girl p.ii

TW: Mineta being a bit weird before Bakugou beats him up 

A/N: of course!! i don’t mind adding onto past asks at all!! part one is here

Todoroki

Todoroki had been encouraging you for months to not wear your contacts because he hated seeing you in pain over something you could avoid

You two started small. You didn’t wear them when it was just the two of you or when you needed to run to the store for something quick

Actually, you found that people loved your eyes. You got more compliments in a day than you did in a week

Finally, you were ready not to wear them to school

Everyone is already up and getting ready for school in the kitchen, so you went downstairs without your contacts. If anyone said ANYTHING mean, you would go right back to your room and put those contacts on

Denki was the first to see you. He was really tired and mumbled out “hey, (Y/N),” before doing a double take.

“Are you wearing contacts?” “No. These are my real eyes.” “THEYRE SO PRETTY WHAT THE HELL-“

That causes everyone to crowd you. They’re all gasping and cooing over you

You look over to Todoroki, who was smiling proudly at you

Bakugou

He kept encouraging you to come to class one day without them on. Seeing your reluctance, he promised he would step in if you were uncomfortable

It took months of encouragement, but you finally said yes one day. You told him that you would be the last one to show up to class tomorrow and you would have your contacts out

That morning, Bakugou stood in front of the class to announce what you were doing. “If ANY of you nerds make fun of her, I WILL KILL YOU DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME????”

Yes sir loud and clear

You walked in class, and they were not prepared. Half of the class stared in absolute shock and the other half went crazy

Mina was especially enthusiastic

“YOURE SO PRETTY I CANT BELIEVE YOU WERE HIDING THIS FROM US!!! NO FAIR YOURE SUPER CUTE!!!”

Minata ofc wasn’t listening and said “what’s the big deal? They’re just eyes. Not like her a-“

Bakugou preceded to beat him up

Even Iida looked away. King

Kirishima

This mans has been hyping you up since he saw that you had the most GORGEOUS eyes in all of existence

His words alone give you the confidence to strut your stuff in front of anyone

You came up to him and told him that you wanted to go into school without the contacts in tomorrow. He, of course, hyped you up and promised to stand right next to you during the whole thing

The next day you two walk hand-in-hand into the classroom. Kirishima clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. They look at you in confusion

“Everyone, (Y/N) decided to not wear her contacts today. I would also like to announce that she has the most beautiful eyes in the world. Thank you for your time.” Kirishima announces. You feel your cheeks redden ever so slightly at Kirishima’s compliment

Soon, everyone is cooing over you

Mina is doing most of the cooing to be fair. She can't help it!

Listen, if her friends are dating someone, she’s going to hype up their s/o just as much as she hypes up them

You already had gained confidence thanks to Kirishima, but now your confidence shoots through the roof

You never feel the need to wear your contacts again after that

[wefoundloveunderthelight]

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Chapter 2: The Swan Thief

“Do I really have to go to dad’s tonight? I was gonna help Will with all the planning for the barbeque!” Henry was packing his clothes into his small suitcase that he used on the weekends he spent with his dad.

“Yes, this is his weekend, and you know it’s important that you spend time with him.”

“I know, I get it.” He groaned. “But can I still see Will before dad gets here?”

“Alright, but don’t be late getting back, your dad will be here in less than an hour. You know how much he hates to wait.”

“That’s because he gets uncomfortable being around you for longer than two minutes.”

Emma laughed. “Well, let’s not make him uncomfortable then.”

As soon as his mother walked out of his room, he reached into his drawer to pull out the notebook he kept so well guarded. He stuffed it into his backpack and zipped it shut. Carrying his stuff, he tossed everything down by the door and slipped into the hall.

Instead of heading across the hall to Will’s, he walked next door and knocked on 4C. Looking around anxiously, he waited for an answer. As he was about to give up, the door opened, Killian stood in front of him, his hair disheveled with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Morning, lad. Everything alright?”

Henry glanced down the hall toward his apartment. “Yup, just checking in to see how your first night went.”

“Are you some sort of welcoming committee?” He joked.

“Nah, did Ruby come by yet?”

“Ruby?” He said with a twitch of his lip and a look of confusion on his face, obviously she hadn’t invited him to the barbeque yet. God, no one ever did anything urgently around here.

He heard a bark from behind the man and a dog came skipping out from one of the rooms. “Cool dog.” He exclaimed, slipping under Killian’s arm, and entering the apartment.

“Why don’t you come in and say hello to the dog.” The man said sarcastically before pausing with a sigh. “His name’s Smee.”

“Hey Smee. I’m Henry.” He looked up at Killian. “Anyway, I stopped by to invite you to a barbeque, since apparently Ruby hasn’t done it yet. And by the looks of the place, you might need somewhere to eat.” He looked around at the empty apartment.

“Yeah, my stuff is supposed to arrive tomorrow. So, what’s this barbeque you’re going on about?”

“It’s an annual thing we do here, barbeque on the roof to welcome summer. Everyone comes and it’s a good place to meet all the neighbors. You can bring a friend or girlfriend…”

“Ah, well, I don’t have a girlfriend, but I suppose I can bring a date.”

No girlfriend. “So, you’re single?”

“You’re pretty nosey for a kid.”

“Mom says I’m curious. You should meet her; her name is Emma.”

“I think I met her boyfriend yesterday. Graham I believe.”

“Oh him, yeah. He’s a security guard for old people.” Henry said, brushing off the question.

“I beg your pardon?”

Henry ignored the question, not wanting to get into any discussion with him about Graham. “So, you’ll come to the barbeque?”

The man laughed. “Well, I don’t suppose you give me much choice, lad.”

“Awesome, I’ll let Ruby and Will know.”

“Is Ruby your little friend’s mom?”

Henry shrugged, “Ruby doesn’t have kids.”

Killian just shook his head, “Alright, well I need to get to work, so I guess I’ll be seeing you at this barbeque.”

“Oh, where do you work?”

The man narrowed his eyes. “Do you work for the CIA or something?”

“I bet you work on a boat.” Henry mused.

“Bloody hell kid.” The man’s eyes widened.

“I knew it.” Henry cheered as he patted the dog on the head and walked to the door. “It was the anchor keychain. And you seem like a boat guy.” He shrugged, stepping out into the hall. “See ya later, Killian.”

The door shut behind him and the grin on his face grew wide. He knew he was a Captain. He just knew it. He ran back to his apartment, turning back quickly to knock on Will’s door.

“Oi, I thought you went to Neal’s today.” The man answered with just a pair of shorts on. “You know I sleep in on Saturday’s.”

“Sorry, just wanted to tell you that 4C is coming to the barbeque.”

“Bloody hell, I didn’t even talk to Ruby yet, how did he know?”

“I invited him, we’re friends.” He said with a shrug, turning and entering his apartment, closing the door behind him. As soon as he did both of his parents turned around from the spot they were standing.

“There he is. I told you he would be on time.” His mother said with an icy tone.

“Hey kid, you ready to go?” His dad walked toward him, grabbing his bag from the floor.

“Yup.” He wrapped his arms around his mom and hugged her. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Love you, kiddo.”

“You too mom.” He squeezed her tightly and then gripped his backpack, turning to his father who nervously shifted toward the door.

“I’ll have him back by 7pm tomorrow. See ya then, Ems.” He paused, then opened the door, ushering Henry into the hall.

“Be good, Henry.” His mother hollered after him.

“Hold the elevator.” Henry looked up as his father called toward the man at the end of the hall. Henry smiled when he recognized Killian.

“Hey, Killian.” Henry greeted him happily as he entered and stood next to him.

“Hello again, lad.”

“This is my dad, Neal.” He said, staring back at his dad. “Dad, this is Killian, he just moved in next door.”

“Perfect.” His dad mumbled under his breath. “Why isn’t it ever an old lady?”

“Sorry, Mate, what did you say?” Killian inquired.

“I said, nice to meet you.” His father lied. Henry wanted to laugh at the man’s immediate reaction to Killian. His dad always seemed to be intimidated by other men, especially if they were anywhere near his mom.

He had long since given up the childish notion of his parent’s getting back together. While he was sure his dad still had an interest in his mom, he had overheard enough conversations between them where his mother had made it clear that there was no future between them.

His mother never said a negative thing about her father to him, but he was old enough to know that his dad wasn’t exactly husband material. He had heard Ruby refer to Neal as a “grown child” when she and his mom had returned from one of their “girl’s night out” parties.

The elevator arrived at the ground floor and Henry parted ways with Killian with a wave, climbing into his dad’s truck for the drive across town. His dad lived in the city, preferring to be in what he referred to as the hustle and bustle of the big wigs or something equally as stupid as that sounded.

As soon as he got to his room, he pulled out his notebook scribbling excitedly after the events of the afternoon.

Captain Jones strutted through the town of Bostonia, observing the townsfolk as they scurried around preparing for the annual ball. Occasionally he caught the eye of a maiden milling about, sizing up his options for the evening. He had been summoned by the King on an urgent yet delicate matter, one that required him to be discreet regarding the reason for his visit.

As he approached the castle, a guard gestured to him and immediately escorted him to the back of the castle, he was led into the garden and told that the King would be with him shortly. Killian had never been to Skyline Manor before, he was unfamiliar with the town of Bostonia, and its inhabitants.

“Captain Jones.” He turned and saw a man striding toward him. Surely this was King David. He bowed, then stood to meet the man’s eyes.

“Your Highness, I came as soon as I got word of your request.��

“I appreciate your expedience, as well as your discretion in this delicate situation.”

“I fear I do not know the details of why you have summoned me.”

The King caught the eye of his guard and nodded slightly, the man stepped inside the castle walls, leaving them alone. “I am not sure if you are aware of my sister’s situation.” Killian nodded that he did not know the situation that the man was speaking of. “Princess Emma is to choose a husband at the upcoming ball.”

“I am not looking for a wife.” Killian said with a slight chuckle.

The King laughed heartily. “No, no. My sister is being courted by a dear friend of mine, Duke Humbert. It is my hope that she will choose him to marry on this night.”

“Then I truly am confused as to why I have been summoned.”

“I don’t want anything to distract my sister from her suitor. However,…” He leaned toward the Captain. “Have you heard of The Swan Thief?”

“Aye, he is renowned throughout the lands. No one knows his true identity, yet he has managed to lighten the purses of many a kingdom. The rumor is that he has a reputation of sullying plenty of fair maidens in his wake.”

“Including my sister.” He said quietly. “Many years ago, my sister placed her misguided trust in him when he was but a young man, he deceived her, and she was left with a son. Obviously, the scandal of an unwed Princess suddenly finding herself with child would have brought dishonor on our kingdom and thus Princess Emma hid away until Sir Henry was born. Our people were told that Sir Henry’s father died and abandoned him, his pockets full from the kingdom’s coffers and Princess Emma took pity on the boy and raised him as her own.”

“And what of the boy? Does he know of his origins?”

“Sir Henry knows that he is the son of Princess Emma and that if the truth came out, it would be dangerous for both he and his mother.”

“My apologies, your highness. Your sister’s virtue aside, how does this involve me?”

“I have it on good word that The Swan Thief plans to disrupt the ball this evening.”

“He is in town?”

“Yes, my wife, Queen Margaret has received a special jewel from the Queen of Arendelle. I believe he will attempt to steal this item.”

“And you would like me to stop the man? Why me, I’m certain you have very capable guards?”

“You have a certain reputation, one that has reached the shores of Bostonia. You are the most feared Captain in all the realms, and you always catch your man.”

“For the right price.” The Captain added.

“Yes, and I believe you will find this price to be most pleasing.”

“And all you require of me is to capture this Swan Thief in order to take my payment?”

“Discreetly, yes. I do not wish my sister or my nephew to know of his presence. His being here would be most unpleasant for the festivities and my sister.”

“And where will I find this Swan Thief?”

“I believe he is on his way to the castle, even as we have this conversation.”

“And you will divulge to me his true identity?”

“His name is Neal Baelfire.”

~*~

Emma spent the rest of the evening nervously cleaning the apartment. She was never prepared for Henry to go to Neal’s. Half the time he would call and cancel hours before Henry’s was to leave, other times he would show up thirty minutes early wanting to know why he wasn’t ready to go.

As much as she wanted her son to have a relationship with his father, she hated the fact that she had to share him at all.

Her front door opened, and her best friend Will came bounding through the room. “Do you have beer over here?”

“I thought it was BYOB tonight?”

“It is, but I forgot to go shopping because I slept in.”

“Which one was it, did you forget to go shopping or sleep in?”

He laughed nervously, “Which one gets me beer?”

“Why do I love you so much?”

“Because I’m handsome and I put up with you?” He jumped over the back of her couch and landed on the cushions below him.

“How old are you?”

“Come on Em, please?”

The door swung open, and Ruby walked in with a twelve pack of beer and a bottle of rum in her hand. “Let’s get this party started.”

“My hero.” Will exclaimed, jumping up to unload Ruby of her treasures.

“I figured you would forget again.” She said with a roll of her eyes.

“I knew you loved me.” He said lovingly, kissing Ruby on the cheek.

“Eww, you know we’re never gonna happen right?” Ruby shoved him toward the kitchen.

“Only in my dreams, lass.” He teased in their usual ritual.

“Where’s Graham?”

“He gets off at eight, he’ll be here in a bit.”

“Is that when they put the old people to bed?” Will laughed.

“You’re as bad as Henry.” Emma groaned. “He has a great job.”

“I know. I’m kidding, Emma. It’s just…sometimes he’s a bit…”

“Wooden? Boring? Predictable?” Ruby chimed in.

“You guys are terrible friends.” She complained. “He’s a really nice guy and I like him a lot.”

They were interrupted by a knock on the door and Emma gave them both a warning glance before she opened the door. However, it wasn’t Graham at the door but the new neighbor she had seen in the hall the night before.

“Hello, sorry to bother you, lass, I’m your new neighbor. Killian Jones.” Emma tried not to stare, she really did, but the voice was mesmerizing and his eyes kept drawing her in, suddenly she found herself unable to blink. “Hello?” He repeated and she shook herself out of her trance.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m Emma.”

“My stuff is still being delivered and the moving company lost a few of my boxes. You wouldn’t happen to have a bowl I could borrow?”

“Um, sure, yes I mean. One second.” She turned around and wandered into the kitchen, looking through her cabinets for a bowl.

“So, you’re the mysterious Jones in 4C?” Will questioned the newcomer. “Henry told me he invited you to the barbeque next weekend.”

Emma’s head snapped toward Killian. Her son invited him to the barbeque?

“Um yes, the lad is very friendly.” He said with a tone of discomfort.

“Here you go.” She offered the bowl toward him.

“Thank you, love.” He responded and she felt as if her tongue was swelling in her mouth causing her to be unable to speak.

“Uh yeah, no problem.”

“I’ll bring it back tomorrow, if that’s alright.”

“Of course.”

“Well, enjoy your evening.” He turned to leave before Ruby crowded behind her.

“You like poker or alcohol?” Emma turned and glared at her friend. “We’re having an adult night.” She announced with her tongue practically hanging out of her mouth.

“Oh, well, I’m making dinner for my date, actually. But thanks for the invite. Perhaps another time.” He said with a smirk that made Emma’s heart race.

“You’re welcome any time at my place. I’m just across the hall at 4D.” Emma shoved her friend backwards into the apartment.

“Thanks again.” He smiled and Emma slammed the door shut quickly.

“Oh my God, Ruby, I’m surprised you didn’t throw your bra at him and start screaming his name.”

“Did you see that man? Damn.” Ruby sighed.

Emma bit her lip, she had to admit the man was easy on the eyes, but he did just say that he was making dinner for a date. And oh my God, she had a boyfriend. Greg or Garret… her brain was suddenly going blank.

~*~

Killian walked back to his apartment in a haze. So that was Henry’s mother. He had only caught a glimpse of her when he saw her in the hall previously, but up close she was almost intoxicating. It was a true shame that she was attached to the man he had met previously.

He opened the door to his apartment, Belle standing at the counter stirring the pasta on the stove. “Did they have a bowl.”

“Aye.”

“Oh great, it’s always nice to have good neighbors.”

They finished preparing dinner, sitting down at the table with Belle to enjoy their hard work. “I forgot to mention that I was invited to a barbeque this weekend, care to join me.”

“Who invited you?”

“Apparently I moved in right before the annual barbeque. Henry, the lad next door invited me.”

“You got invited by a kid?”

“Aye, odd child, very curious. Possibly working undercover for the CIA.” Killian joked.

“Aww, you made a friend your own age.” She teased.

“Very funny.”

“I’m serious though, it’s nice. Maybe he doesn’t have any other friends around here.”

“Not true, he said his best friend lives across the hall. I think he said his name was Will.”

“Well, I think it’s sweet.”

“You think everything is sweet, lass.” He teased.

“I think you’re sweet.” She blushed and he tried to ignore the smile on her face and the way she stared at him with emotion in her eyes.

“You wound me, French. I may be dashing, dare I say devilishly handsome even, but sweet? You take that back, woman.” He chased her down the hall toward the bedroom, capturing his prize as he dragged her into the darkened room.

~*~

When Henry returned home the next evening, he found his mother lying on the couch, her sleep mask over her face. “Mom?”

His dad dropped his bag on the ground loudly and Emma jumped from the couch. “Oh hey, what time is it?”

“It’s 7pm.” Neal announced. “Are you sick?”

“Not really, no. Headache.” She groaned. “Did you have fun, kid?”

Henry glanced at his dad and lied. “Loads, we watched Pokémon and ate pizza.”

His mother started to laugh, and Henry narrowed his eyes. She immediately recognized his warning. “Well, that’s great. Sounds fun.”

“I’ll uh guess I’ll see you in a couple weeks.” His dad announced, and Henry wrapped his arms around his waist before taking off down the hall toward his room as he shouted his goodbye.

He stopped at his door, listening to his parents talking softly in the other room.

“So, about the next visit. I have to…” His dad started before his mom cut him off.

“Seriously, Neal?”

“I’m going out of town for a couple of weeks. Business.”

Henry rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure the business he was talking about was a dark-haired woman with big boobs that his dad had spent all weekend facetiming.

“Did you tell him already?”

“I was kind of hoping you would just let him know.”

“Of course you were.” He mother said flatly.

“I just hate seeing the disappointment on his face.”

“Maybe try not disappointing him so often then.”

Henry sighed and quietly closed his bedroom door. He tossed his bag into his closet and slammed himself down onto his bed with a thud. Digging into his backpack he pulled out the old notebook and scanned through the last words he had put on paper. Biting his lip, he grabbed his pencil.

Neal Baelfire sat alone in a darkened corner of the Thirsty Lion tavern in the port of Bostonia. The busty red haired bar wench sauntered over to him with a cold mug of beer, slamming it on the table as the suds poured down the sides of his glass.

“Anything else I can get you?” She cooed.

“How bout some company?” He offered. “Perhaps just the two of us?”

“You payin’?” She said with a drawl.

“You got a room here? I need a place to stay.” He asked, dropping a cloth bag onto the table, the sound of coins clanging together bringing a smile to her face.

“Let me get you a key, sugar.”

As the woman retreated, Neal watched the portly man on the other side of the bar, drinking his pint alone. The man was always on time, never a moment late. His plan was falling into place. Soon he would take what he needed, what was owed to him. He would be able to afford the life of luxury that was denied him, that she had kept him from. Once he had the ice diamond, he could afford a new life, far away from Bostonia.

Once he had the ice diamond, he would have his son again.