#or the old fashioned way heh. because i promise you. that is possible

[simptasia]

being gay or a lesbian doesn't shut down the reproductive organs, y'all lining up with 90s era homophobes with your "Gay People Don't Breed" bullshit

[allhailthecoffeegods]

A lonely kitty in Gotham

Chapter 1

Tired... Marinette was extremely tired. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep but instead she sat staring at the wall of her office in her small apartment she had bought and was now living in because her parents kicked her out.

Why was she staring at the wall you may ask? Short answer, she had finally done it! She had finally tracked down Hawkmoth and Mayura after 3 years of fighting she now knew both of their identities (Gabriel Agreste and Natalie Sancoeur) and not only that but she had an entire file filled with proof. Now all that was left was to take back their miraculous and hand them over to the police (not before cursing them first... obviously).

Unfortunately it’s not going to be as easy as it sounds. You see Marinette or Nettie which she goes by now was alone, completely and utterly alone.

No Parents, no family and no friends.

Three years ago Nettie had all of the above she was happy, she had a best friend Alya and a group of many friends from her class, she had two loving but slightly distant parents who ran the most popular bakery in all of Paris possibly even France and her amazing grandmother Gina who traveled the world and told her all about the crazy things she did (some of which she promised not to tell her parents about because it may have been considered breaking the law but nothing reallllly bad).

But all of that soon changed over the first year Hawkmoth terrorised Paris with his akuma and was later joined by mayura with her sentimonsters. Slowly she lost everything including her partner in fighting crime Mr.Bug holder of the ladybug miraculous.

Nettie is in procession of not only the black cat miraculous but also forcefully became the last remaining guardian of 18 other mini gods that are bound to jewels (excluding the butterfly and peacock (not that she would ever give them up because they are basically her family now and she will do absolutely everything to protect them)). How?

Running late to class 3 years ago she saved a (very) old man (186 years old to be specific) from being hit by a car, and for some reason that was enough for him to “gift” her the black cat miraculous as he saw her true chaotic soul and aura (it didn’t matter that she was only 13 YEARS OLD!) he thought it was a brilliant idea to turn her into a child soldier fighting a war against two supervillains more than double her age.

After and introduction to the one and only God of Destruction, who by the way is OBSESSED with the stinkiest of cheeses, she became one of Paris’ main superheroes Kitty Noir alongside her partner Mr.Bug who she guessed to be around the same age as her at the time. It was easy to deduct that he was going to be more of a problem instead of a partner due to his obsessive and intense flirting and lack of skills other than some possible fencing training, all in all he didn’t have a clue how to fight. He was also apparently extremely reckless... like more reckless than her pouring 2 energy drinks into coffee before downing it and has died so many times in a fight she now also has a close relationship with tiki the God of Creation having had to end the fight herself (honestly why did the old guy pick him because it seems like he didn’t even do a similar ‘oh help save me’ situation like he had with her otherwise the old guy would already be dead!) Even though she wasn’t that much better to begin with she did have some hand to hand combat training curtesy of Gina and her ‘friends’ (let’s talk about those later). And she was now training in martial arts and going to the gym to build more muscle and become better without the enhanced supersuit just incase (she also sticks a domino mask on before transforming because she’s paranoid okay and if she is ever forced to detransform she doesn’t want anyone knowing her identity right of the bat to use against her, okay!)

Alongside that she was also extremely smart (like genius level) great with technology and quick to come up with some absolutely insane but brilliant plans. This all resulted in her taking on more of a leadership roll whilst fighting akumas. Mr.Bug only got worse as time went on and her civilian life went downhill, it took 8 months for the old man (previous guardian of the miraculous and temporary mentor for 2 of the months) to become compromised and pass the roll onto her. And the first thing she did was take the ladybug miraculous back and erase the holders (Adrien Agreste her former friend) memories of being Mr.Bug.

The only problem with that was the battle Miracle queen where master fu (the old guardian man) was compromised, and so were all 8 of her temporary heroes except Viperion, holder of the snake miraculous, who had started to tour around the world with his farther Jagged Stone) this ment there were two consequences of taking The ladybug back, the first being she was now alone against two superpowered terrorists but also that she had to switch transformations at the end of a battle to be able to purify the Akuma and cast the miraculous cure to fix everything and yes that did include... resurrection of people who died in the cross fire.

Anyways, back to how Nettie is alone. Only a few weeks after the first attack, an exchange student transferred to the the newly dumbed Akuma class *sigh*. At first she seemed nice and had and was telling the class of her interesting life, her mother was a Italian diplomat and she’s traveled the world.

But Nettie had a bad gut feeling about Lila Rossi which unfortunately was correct. On her third day in the class she started gushing over how kitty noir aka Nettie dearest (obviously unknown to everyone else) saved her from and Akuma attack and they became “best friends”, to say Nettie was left speechless and confused at the lie is an understatement.

Regrettably Nettie was unable to prove her story was a lie because how would she know said superhero didn’t save her without revealing her secret identity.

But the girl carried on creating more and more outlandish claims, such as how she saved Jagged Stones cat on a jet runway (like come on seriously what airport would allow a CHILD of even a cat to run out onto the tarmac). But pointing this out was apparently a mistake which Nettie soon discovered in the girls bathroom after class. Lila sauntered in with a sickly sweet smile that was soon dropped when Nettie refused to give into this girls bullshit.

Hence she was pinned against the wall and threatened, that if she didn’t go along with lie-la’s lies she would lose everything she loved before leaving so she wasn’t caught. Not believing her Nettie continued to point out inconsistencies and facts that contradict her story’s but no matter how much proof was presented to the class lie-la was able to turn it around (meta theory coming into her head: maybe she wasn’t affected because of the miraculous magic) and plant the idea that Nettie was a bully into all her friends heads which apparently all share one brain cell ( or so she thought until Adrien confirmed he knew they were lies to but he was taking the ‘high road’ because nobody was getting hurt, it’s definitely not like lilas ruining all there future careers by promising favours and opportunity’s that will never come and convincing them they no longer need to put in any effort for their futures *insert eye-roll* ).

So life continued and her friends started to turn on little Nettie the scattered brained, clumsy girl who bent over backwards to protect and make sure they were all happy. It hurt more than words could describe the day Alya her BEST FRIEND led the class to turn their backs on her and declare they no longer want to be friends with a jealous bully anymore.

Luckily Nettie wasn’t akumatised but she came very close to it. The only things keeping her going were her duty to Paris and her family.

But as a consequence to that good luck, bad luck hit like a truck. She didn’t know for a few weeks until a guy named Jason called her parents to inform them that her favourite person in the whole world her amazing grandmother Gina had passed away in a accident somewhere in the United States. And if that wasn’t bad enough Lila also managed to place a seed of doubt in her parents around the same time. Life fucking sucked. She wasn’t able to process and grieve due to Hawkfuck still being around so instead she threw herself into creating her own business (NeTi Designs) doing commissions, did I mention she’s a talented fashion designer... no, well now you know. As well as diving head first into a very thorough investigation on mothfucker in between fighting Akuma, helping in the bakery, plus training and patrolling the city of lights for two hours each night.

Atleast she didn’t have to make excuses to not hang out with her ex-friends anymore heh heh *cough*.

Eventually this resulted in her parents questioning her on her disappearances from her room after randomly checking in one night while she was out patrolling and the conversation sort of went like this.

“Marinette, where have you been?! I just checked your balcony and you weren’t up their. It’s 2am” Sabine exclaimed when she dropped back onto her bed moments after detransforming. “Mamma I swear I was up there and I fell asleep in the corner near my pillows behind the deck chair. I just woke up from the cold and I thought I herd movement and panicked because ‘oh my gosh!’ Is it an Akuma but it wasn’t it was you mamma” Nettie responded with dramatic waving of her hands and a fake smile.

Sabine was NOT impressed and most certainly knew it was a lie but it was 2am and she couldn’t deal with this right now so she glared at her daughter whilst leaving her room through the trapdoor.

This continued for two weeks with both her parents randomly checking in. Nettie had to eventually relocate her research into a small apartment a few streets away from the library (which she paid for with commission money that nobody but her knew about especially since her business was doing well and she didn’t put it past her class to try and destroy that if they ever found out) and say she was studying to not be caught doing deep background checks on all her suspects, making files for every Akuma and tracking the butterfly’s on a app she created that has multiple resources available to the public ranging from an alert for attacks that can be activated all the way to videos she made in her hero persona showing things such as meditation or basic self defence that should only be used if they’re unable to get to a safe area away from the Akuma or to buy time to then get away depending on the powers of said Akuma. (Could also be useful in regular crimes like attempts at mugging)

This lead to longer disappearances to the point all her stuff that had any value to her or was related to business and miraculous matters (so basically everything) she was practically living there already. Not that she realised since she got maybe 5-6 hours of sleep and week? She was so enclosed in her little world when her parents decided they had enough (after multiple accusations of her sleeping around with older men and doing drugs (all tests came back negative because her choice of drug was caffeine) which where definitely lilas doing) her parents yelled at her to get out and never come back... so she did the only thing she had to grab where her pillows and fairy lights and she was out of the door, the situation was dubbed a future Nettie problem because ya know suppressing your emotions so the world doesn’t end.

(Authors note: I have plans on making this a series. Hope you guys like it 🙃)

[coldmorte]

I'm the dollars anon again, and I really hope I'm not bugging you by sending you another ask, but I'm so glad you've seen those movies heh heh heh, Two Mules For Sister Sara literally made me laugh my ass off--and the theme is beautiful, it's one of my favorite from Morricone!! And as for High Plains Drifter!!! I thought he was either the brother of the late marshal, OR the ghost of the marshal himself!! He was truly wicked, either way, but it really was a good film!

Another note: I have heard of Paint Your Wagon! And as soon as I can get my hands on it, I really wanna watch it! (Comedic westerns need more love)💜💜 I will definitely be back to ask things again, after I continue the dollars trilogy:)

Hello, again! As promised, I am back today to respond to this 💜

Do not worry!!! You are not bothering me at all, it’s just a very busy time with school. If I take a few days, that’s why (but I promise I will respond!) 😭

I’ve seen too many movies for my own good (if that’s even possible), particularly from the 50s-70s. So, feel free to ask me about pretty much anything! If I haven’t seen a movie in reference, I will probably watch it. I am ALWAYS looking for recs!!

ANYWAY, I am going to put the rest of this behind a cut because 1) it’s kind of long, and 2) in case anybody sees this ask and is interested in the films mentioned (but has not seen them yet), I don’t want to give spoilers! 

Two Mules for Sister Sara has such a special charm to it! It’s quite an enjoyable and fun film. I haven’t seen it in a long time… this ask makes me want to go back and rewatch it! About the Morricone score, it’s so vibrant!! I am happy to hear you agree with its beauty! It’s such a shame that it is hard to come by, whether it be online or in a physical format (like vinyl) 😢

I have to agree with you on the takes of who Clint is in High Plains Drifter! I can give some insight based on what I know about the film. The marshal that gets beat to death is actually played by Clint’s stunt double. So, he looks very similar, but it isn’t actually Clint (and it’s kind of hard to tell because there aren’t many shots of this flashback sequence). The original script apparently made it more explicit that the drifter was the marshal’s brother. However, these details were left out to make the drifter’s identity more vague and open to interpretation.

Not to mention, the drifter truly does give some superhuman vibes from start to finish. He appears and disappears like a Fata Morgana in the distance. Also, there’s the scene when he is shot at in the bathtub… in theory, those bullets should have hit him, even under the water. Yet, he walked away completely unscathed. The way he moves around in the final showdown is pretty mysterious too, like he is more of an entity than a real person. Finally, the drifter seems to have a lot of insight into the townspeople and a good motive for tormenting the people the way he does. I am not sure the brother would be able to have such an otherworldly acumen or the capability of committing such evil.

For these reasons, I am inclined to lean a bit more towards the “ghost” argument. The only thing is… if he is truly the marshal reincarnated, why does nobody seem to mention that? I suppose there could be a few explanations. If I were to put myself in a townsperson’s position, I don’t think I would be expecting a spirit to come back to haunt me like that. I would try to rationalize it with a more “worldly” answer. I doubt “ghost” would be the first think on my mind, either. Also, I am not sure how long ago his murder took place or if the film ever says (it’s been a few months since I last watched it). Photographs weren’t as common back then, so assuming there were a few years between the murder and the drifter coming into town, people could have just overlooked similarities because of the elapsed time. 

Anyhow, thoughts? 🧐

As for Paint Your Wagon, that is my super guilty comfort Western 😆 It never fails to give me some good laughs! Aside from Clint, Lee Marvin is also a total gem in that film. I was so used to seeing him as a tough guy that I was extremely taken aback by his character (in a good way). 

I’m extremely old fashioned so I watch 95% of films from my personal collection, as DVDs from the library, or at local cinemas. Sometimes, old Westerns/old films in general are on YouTube, but I’m sorry I’m a bad source to come to for advice on finding copies of films. If you do ever manage to find Paint Your Wagon, PLEASE let me know what you think. I would love to know 😉

Until then, go and enjoy the rest of the Dollars Trilogy!!! I secretly envy you right now. Oh, if only I could experience them all again for the first time… 💜💜💜

[perspective-series]

Kingdom Perspective (5)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Fear, panic, kidnapping, keeping/treating people like pets, threats, and unwanted touching/grabbing

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 Roman took his hand back with a grin. “Great! Now, we need to prepare for the dinner tonight. Which means we need to get you some nicer clothes.” He hummed for a moment as he walked over to the lower drawer of his dresser. He kneeled down and opened it, revealing to him an abundance of human clothing he had issued for over the months.

 Ever since Logan had gotten his human and he had been begging for one of his own, he had asked the tailors to make him some human-sized clothes as well. Just to be prepared for when he did get his own. And now he could finally use them! 

 “Virgil, what’s your favorite color?” He asked as he shifted through all the outfits.

Virgil was surprised he was even asked. “Black.” 

 Roman rolled his eyes. He should have expected that answer, seeing what he had already been wearing when they met. He looked Virgil over and shifted through the clothes. He was trying to look for something mostly black but with just a splash of color. He didn’t want his human to be entirely dreary. 

 Roman grinned when he came upon a black button-up jacket, black slacks, and a dark purple undershirt. Perfect. He grabbed a tiny pair of black dress shoes as well and stood up, closing the drawer with his foot. He walked back over to the desk, setting the clothes down on the table for Virgil to look at and take. “Here we go!”

“Where did you get those?” Virgil frowned, noticing the ensemble seemed much more human than the medieval world around them.

 “Well, sometimes our tailors make the clothes, other times we get them from your world. These ones happen to be from your world.” He had a nice mixed collection in his drawer. “Do you like it?”

“Wait, you stole these?” Virgil climbed out of the cage to come over and inspect the garments.

 Roman furrowed his eyebrows at Virgil’s accusation. “Well…” He supposed a human would see it like that. “We didn’t take them from any humans. Our sorcerer takes them from some shops he’s found in the human world.” That’s what he had heard, anyway. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

“I’m gonna worry about it anyway.” Virgil raised the shirt, looking at it in slight disgust. “That’s still wrong. And humans own those shops, so really you are taking from humans.”

 Roman pouted. “Well, blame Logan for that then! He was the one who said his human preferred to wear clothes from the human world.” 

“It seems I should blame Logan for a lot of things.” Virgil muttered, liking Roman’s brother less and less. Of course, it was a fair observation clothing-wise. Virgil had hardly been wearing these giant-made clothes a day and it was driving him crazy.

 “Yes.” Roman agreed, wanting as much blame to stay away from him as possible. “Now, go ahead and get dressed. I’ll be right back.” Roman grabbed some clothes from his dresser and headed into his adjacent changing room.

Virgil was quick to change into the clothes, not wanting Roman to come back while he was in the middle of dressing. It was admittedly nice to be back in ‘real’ clothes, even if they weren’t his. Of course, it was clear to anyone that these clothes were not his own. The pants were alright but the shirt sleeves billowed past his wrists. The jacket had the opposite problem where his arms barely fit and the buttons wouldn’t close. Huffing about looking like an idiot, Virgil discarded the jacket entirely and stubbornly put his hoodie back on.

 Roman came back out, dressed in some formal casual clothes. A black pair of pants with a white top and red jacket. He walked over to Virgil but frowned when he saw the jacket discarded off to the side and Virgil wearing his hoodie. He sighed. “Virgil, that isn’t going to work.”

“Well, the stupid jacket doesn’t fit anyway.” Virgil gave it a kick for good measure.

 “It didn’t?” Roman picked up the jacket and looked it over. “Hmm, well, we’ll have to get it tailored later on then. I might have another jacket that’s more your size though.” Roman went back over to the drawer and looked through it once more after putting the other jacket back. He came across a similar looking jacket, also from the human world, though this one was a light grey and had no buttons. Roman stood and brought it to Virgil. “I know it’s not black, but this one might actually fit you.” He held it out to him.

“That’s not gonna fit me.” Virgil argued, knowing just from looking at it that it would be as ill-fitting as the dress shirt.

 Roman frowned. “Just try it on. You can’t wear that hoodie tonight.” If Virgil showed up in that, he’s not actually sure what his father would say. But it wouldn’t be good. He set the jacket down in front of Virgil.

“Well why not?” Virgil stubbornly didn’t acknowledge the jacket before him, instead keeping his gaze on Roman. 

 “This is a formal event. And that hoodie doesn’t exactly scream formal.” Roman explained, lifting an eyebrow.

“This is about as formal as I get.” Virgil informed him. Indeed, it was rare Virgil ever wore a pair of dress pants this nice. Of course, it was also rare Virgil went to any event that could be considered ‘formal’. “I keep the hoodie.”

 Roman groaned but what could he do about it? He didn’t want to do something that might make Virgil hate him more. He took the jacket again and looked at it and Virgil. “Fine but at least…” he trailed off as he placed the jacket over Virgil’s shoulders. “There. Does that work?”

Virgil inspected his outfit, trying to gauge what he looked like without a mirror. “Y’know I think that just made it worse.”

 Roman looked him over and winced. “Okay, yeah, no jacket.” He grabbed it off of Virgil. “Fine. I suppose it’s just the hoodie then.” Hopefully his father wouldn’t say anything.

“Guess you’re just gonna have to get used to the fact I’m a fashion icon.” Virgil teased, knowing that his fashion sense was equivalent to a flaming dumpster fire. Virgil just preferred clothes that were comfortable, dark, and kept him covered. If they could make him disappear in social settings that was a bonus.

 “Okay. Clothes are out of the way and we still have a little time before the dinner.” Roman said as he sat down at his desk. “Time to go over what you can expect from the dinner.”

“...great.” Virgil’s tone was sarcastic. He began fidgeting with his sleeve, already anxious as he began to think of the reality of it all. “Let me guess, there’s like a million etiquette rules I need to know?”

 Roman smiled a little. “For me? Yes. But you don’t have to worry about nearly as much.” Roman chuckled slightly before it fell into a sigh. “No, just...you’ll be expected to stay by me the entire time. And you aren’t allowed to speak unless you are spoken to.” Roman started.

“Well it’s not like I’ll know anybody else there.” Virgil pointed out. Or that there would be anywhere for him to go. Virgil could’ve guessed the no speaking rule, but for his own sanity he pretended that was because he wasn’t royalty and not due to the fact he was human. “How...how many people will be there, anyways?”

 “Not...too many.” Roman bit his lip. “It’s a special dinner, so only nobility will be there. My father and brother and his human will be there. And I’m sure there will be several lords and ladies and dukes and whatnot from our kingdom…” Roman trailed off.

 “I’d say about thirty people at the most.” He answered finally.

“Thirty.” Virgil’s voicebox squeaked as he repeated the number, a hand coming up to grip his hair. “Heh, great.” Even the mention of another human being present wasn’t exactly good news. It wasn’t as though Virgil could talk to them anyways, and it would likely just depress Virgil even further to see someone else trapped here. Still, at least he wasn’t the only one, so maybe he’d get slightly less stares?

 “It-It shouldn’t be too bad.” Roman tried to comfort Virgil. “But there is...something else.” Roman rubbed the back of his neck.

“What is it?” Virgil narrowed his eyes, not liking the way Roman hesitated.

 “Okay...so...There’s going to be a part of the dinner where they expect Logan and now me, to show off what our humans can...do.” Roman said lamely. “Which means...you will have to listen to me and do a few, uh, commands like before.” 

“Oh, hell no.” Virgil shook his head.

 “Look, I know but you have to. If you don’t, my father will get angry and trust me, none of us want that.” He shivered just thinking about it.

“Can’t you just say I’m “not trained yet” or something?” Virgil insisted, gritting his teeth even as he said it.

 Roman shook his head. “My father doesn’t understand how all this works, much like I did before I spoke with Logan. You won’t have to do a lot though, definitely not as much as Logan’s human. You’ll probably just have to do the basic commands I already taught you.” 

“That’s a lot of ‘probably’s and ‘maybe’s and uncertainties there, Roman.” Virgil pointed out, feeling his panic rising. What, now not only would he have to deal with good old social anxiety, as well as the natural fear of a room full of giants, but now he was facing performance anxiety as well?! 

“I don’t want to do it, Roman.” Virgil pressed on. “It’s demeaning and stressful and frankly I’d probably freeze up on the spot anyways. You better think of a good excuse for your dad because I’m not doing it.”

 Roman’s eyes widened. “But you said you would behave! We even shook on it! Please, Virgil. I’d rather you not do this either but you have to I-” He was cut off by a knock at the door.

 “Prince Roman? Your presence is required for the dinner.” A servant spoke through the door. Roman groaned.

 “Tell them I am on my way!” He called back out. He heard the servant leave and he looked down at Virgil with slight guilt and pity. “Sorry Virgil but this is happening. It’ll be okay though, I promise.” Roman stood and scooped Virgil into his hands.

Virgil struggled briefly at first, but as soon as he got a glance at the distance to the floor he changed tactics. Virgil gripped onto Roman’s finger, terrified of a fall.

 “Don’t you dare drop me.” Virgil warned, although his threat might have held more weight if he wasn’t white as a sheet.

 “I won’t.” Roman reassured him before heading out towards the dining hall. He walked a bit slower for Virgil’s sake and made it to the dining area with half the guests still standing and chatting. His father came up to greet him.

 “You’re late.” He briefly glanced down at Virgil in Roman’s hands before going back to Roman.

 Roman put on a smile. “Yes, sorry father. Lost track of time.” The king hummed but turned away from him and towards his guests.

 “Everyone! May I present Prince Roman and his human, our reason for celebrating tonight!” A polite clapping echoes across the hall.

Virgil trembled, feeling overwhelmed already. A few dozen giant eyes peered at him across the room, making him feel especially small. He wanted nothing more than to curl further into his hoodie and die. Of course, the eyes were only the first overwhelming thing about this place. The lights were too bright, the smells were too strong, and everyone was so loud that if Virgil wasn’t so afraid of falling he would have dropped Roman’s finger in favor of covering his ears. 

 Roman curled his hand a little tighter in comfort around Virgil as he felt him shake before nodding to the guests and sitting across from Logan-who of course was there, probably had gotten there early too-and to the left of his father. As the guests were taking their seats, Roman turned to Logan. “Hey Logan.” He carefully set Virgil down on the table as he greeted his brother.

Virgil felt the table beneath him trembling as various Giant nobles took their seats. He looked up in front of him to finally put a face to Logan’s name. Virgil shuddered, finding the Giant’s calculating gaze already upon him. 

“Hello Roman.” Logan returned his brother’s greeting, not attempting to hide his curiosity.

Looking back at the table, Virgil’s eyes widened when he saw a tiny- well, not tiny he reminded himself, just normal sized- figure sat near Logan’s hand. It was another human being! And yet, despite all of this craziness, they seemed almost...calm. Was he okay? Almost subconsciously Virgil began to walk towards him, drawn to the only familiar thing in this mess up scenario.

 Patton couldn’t help but openly stare at the other human. It had been so long since he saw someone his size. It almost seemed unreal to him. And then his eyes widened when Virgil started walking.

 Roman’s eyes widened as well and he was quick to put his hand in front of Virgil and scoot him back towards him. He looked around to make sure no one saw anything, thankfully, everyone was still getting settled.

 Patton winced but knew it was for the best that Roman had done that.

Logan raised an eyebrow at the human’s behavior, realizing that this event might be a bigger disaster than he originally thought.

Thankfully Virgil snapped out of his trance the moment he was touched. He wanted to send a glare back at Roman but knew that it would be in his best interest to listen to all those rules Roman had mentioned. 

Despite this, Virgil couldn’t stop gazing across the table at the human curiously, noticing the human was staring right back. Who was he? What was his story? Virgil realized now that he had never even heard his name. Oh jeez, he did still have a name, right?

 Patton smiled a bit and waved at the other human when he noticed he was looking at him again. He looked to be doing alright...well, physically anyway. He looked absolutely terrified though. Patton couldn’t blame him. 

 The king took his seat as everyone settled down to look at him. “Thank you all for coming to this, I’ll admit, bit of a last minute dinner.” Some guests chuckled. “But I can assure you, the food is as good as ever. Now, let us eat!” As if on cue, a wave of servants came out with dishes upon dishes of hot food. Placing it in front of everyone.

 Roman nodded to the servant in thanks but he was distracted by Virgil. Remembering that he had forgotten to tell him he would have to eat off of Roman’s plate. Hopefully he’s figured it out.

 Patton already knew what to do, of course, and came over to sit between the plate and Logan and waited for the giant to push his serving to him.

Logan did so, portioning out the meat and vegetables accordingly so that Patton got enough and it was easily manageable.

Virgil watched this exchange, eyes widening in realization. Oh, hell no. Virgil turned back to Roman, already shaking his head. He’d rather go hungry for the night, and honestly with all the sounds of chatter and eating around him he didn’t think he could stomach much anyways. This whole scenario made him a bit queasy.

 Patton dug into his portion, still watching the other human. He watched as the gears in his head turned and then he turned away from the plate of food. Oh...Patton sighed, remembering the feelings of his first dinner well. Though, at least this human didn’t have to deal with all that grabbing. He shivered at the memories, taking another bite of food.

 Roman was portioning out food for Virgil when he noticed Virgil’s behavior. He bit his lip and snuck a glance at his father, who was thankfully busy eating. He scooted Virgil to sit between him and the plate, like Logan’s human was and then leaned down to whisper to Virgil. “Look, you don’t have to eat anything right now but just, like, pretend or something. Please.”

Every muscle in Virgil’s body was tense from being moved and the new proximity he had to Roman, but it was with no small amount of surprise that Roman’s words registered in his brain. If Virgil didn’t know any better, he’d say Roman was being almost respectful.

“...fine.” Virgil agreed in a hushed tone, reaching out for a small bit of what looked kind of like a carrot. He nibbled on it cautiously, finding it acceptable.

Logan cleared his throat, wanting to keep attention away from Roman for the time being. “So, father, I overheard our neighbors to the East will be meeting next week to discuss the revised alliance.”

 The king nodded, barely looking at his son. “Yes, they are. It should be a relatively simple engagement though.” The king took a drink from his cup before turning to Roman. “So, Roman. How have things been going with your human?”

 Roman’s eyes widened but he quickly put on a smile. “Oh, things have been going splendidly. But of course, what did you expect.” Roman fake chuckled.

 The king raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you have a few things to show off to all of us today?” The king asked and Roman’s smile became a little more strained. 

 “Absolutely.”

Virgil gave Roman’s arm a subtle smack.

 Roman ignored it as his father nodded at him and turned back to his food. Roman let out a small sigh and leaned down again. “I’m sorry, I panicked!” He whispered. Though, he couldn’t have just said ‘no’ either. 

“And what exactly do you think I’m doing?” Virgil hissed, beginning to panic himself. “Think of something because I’m not gonna be showing anything off.”

 Roman mentally groaned and stuck another forkful of food into his mouth. This could only end badly. 

 They all continued to eat as the chatter drifted from different ends of the table. It wasn’t long before everyone had finished eating and the king cleared his throat. The chatter died down and everyone turned to the king. “Alright everyone, time for our formal dinner tradition. Roman? If you would.”

 Roman gulped and quickly tried to think of something. “Uhh, shouldn’t Logan go first? You know, save the best for last and all that.” Roman chuckled nervously. The king stared at him for a moment before turning to Logan.

 “Alright then. Logan?”

“As you wish.” Logan sighed, pushing back from the table. He walked down the length, past the various overdressed and over eager royals to stand at the opposite end of the table, facing his father. Once there he tapped the tabletop right in front of him.

 Patton stood up and quickly made his way over to Logan. Though the table was very long and it still took him a few minutes despite fast walking. When he made it to Logan, he stopped and looked up at him to await the next thing. He was used to this whole ‘performance’ thing, after having to do it for months.

Logan gave him a small smile, purposefully oblivious to the various looks and comments that the crowd gave Patton. He had never enjoyed this particular ritual, although he was never a fan of any meaningless form of entertainment. 

Of course, now Logan was faced with a difficult choice. He glanced back to where his brother sat. There were a number of simple enough tasks that Patton was able to accomplish that would amaze the stupid onlookers regardless. Therefore, should Logan demonstrate all of Patton’s skills, in order to go above and beyond and allow Roman’s performance to be lackluster? Or, should Logan keep his routine simple and keep the bar relatively low for the new human?

Then again, it seemed every task Logan thought of would be strenuous on the poor human. Logan sighed, knowing he could only do so much to ease the process along. After all, father still wished to be entertained, and Logan didn’t wish for Patton to be harmed either.

“Excellent work.” Logan finally praised, sticking his hand out for a shake.

 Patton waited no time in sticking his own hand out, letting it grab onto one of Logan’s fingers.

Logan shook it gently, then turned Patton back towards the crowd.

“Would you like to say hello?” He asked, turning the command into more of a polite question.

 Honestly, no, Patton didn’t. But he put on a smile anyway. “Hi everyone!” He said, waving. Roman couldn’t help but smile at how cute Logan’s human was.

“Don’t forget your manners.” Logan said, giving him the cue to bow.

 Patton faltered slightly, not believing he had almost forgotten but he kept his smile on and bowed like he had been taught to.

“Aww!” The chorus of obnoxious cooing made Logan aware that this had done its job. Satisfied, Logan put his palm down on the table.

 Patton climbed on, once again with no hesitation.

“Nicely done.” Logan praised softly, holding Patton close to his chest as he walked back to his seat. He sat down, putting Patton back on the table and petting him as a form of praise.

Virgil’s jaw felt as if it would drop to the floor. He was expected to do all that?! He had expected to like, sit down or something and just be a degraded little dog. Did Roman seriously expect him to walk down in front of all those people? What if someone grabbed him! Or pushed the table!

And the other human had done it all so easily. Virgil cringed, watching him get pet like a little prized puppy dog. It was all so...sad.

 Patton smiled up at Logan before turning to look at the other human. Waiting to see what he would do.

 The king nodded at Logan before turning to Roman. “Alright Roman. Your turn.”

 Roman nodded slowly, wondering what on earth he was supposed to do. Welp...this could either work or end horribly. Roman stood up and bowed towards the crowd. “Good evening everyone! I am glad you all could make it. This dinner if incredible special, as you know, I have just received my human yesterday! Having said this, I must admit that he does not know too much yet. But he will in time! I am happy to say though, that he does know a few tricks that we will show to you now.” Roman took a deep breath and looked down at Virgil, smiling sweetly and hoping Virgil would just listen to him.

 “Stand!”

Virgil took a deep breath, feeling all eyes turn to him. He tried to tune them out, focusing on the human across from him and ignoring the way he was still being pet. Man that was weird to watch.

Slowly, on shaky legs, Virgil stood.

 Roman grinned. Okay, this was good. If Virgil kept this up they might make it out of this. He held out his hand for Virgil. “Shake!”

Let’s get this over with. Virgil turned to Roman, quickly touching his palm to Roman’s before he could psyche himself out of this.

 Roman shook his hand gently before letting it go. Okay, they could do this! “And sit!”

Gratefully Virgil collapsed back to the tabletop, breathing a sigh of relief that it didn’t seem like Roman wanted him to do that whole routine like Logan had done.

 “And that’s it everyone! Thank you!” Roman bowed towards the crowd.

 “That was it?” The king spoke up and Roman froze, grin slipping from his face.

 “Well, I uh….” Roman bit his lip. “He is...still learning.”

 “Seems like he should be able to do a bit more than just that.” The king said, looking straight at the human. Roman bit his lip nervously. Well, what did he do now?

Virgil gave Roman a warning look, letting the Giant know his patience was wearing thin.

Thankfully, Logan stepped in. “Father, it’s hardly been a day.” Logan reminded him sternly. “It’s impressive that Roman got the human to do anything other than cower. That’s more than you accomplished. You just don’t understand the meticulous details that come with such a task.”

 The king stared at Logan for a few moments, on the verge of glaring before he huffed. “I suppose that makes sense. But it was still too short. Roman.” The king turned to Roman. “At least make the thing walk into your hand, that’s simple enough, right? Then you can be done.” The king leaned back in his chair, waiting for it to happen.

 Oh...crap.

 “Um, well, you see…” He trailed off, looking down at Virgil.

Virgil glared right back at him, growing nervous in the back of his mind. There was no way Roman could really force him to do it...right?

“This is exactly what I was talking about.” Logan huffed. “That is by no means a simple task, it can take weeks, even months, to gain enough of a bond to accomplish such a feat.”

 The king ignored Logan. “Well?” He asked Roman, raising an eyebrow. Roman gulped.

 “Um, father, I really think Logan is right in this instance-” The king cut him off.

 “You told me that you could handle this, Roman.” Roman faltered.

 “I can! I just-”

 “Then do it.” Roman grit his teeth, looking from his father and then down to Virgil. He let out a sigh and placed his hand down next to the human.

 “Climb on.” His boisterous crowd voice was gone.

Virgil froze, the overly loud room quiet for once as all attention was focused solely on him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out everything else. Virgil’s eyes were hyper focused on Roman’s palm. It wasn’t that complicated of a request, really. Just a few steps and it would all be over. Virgil would have behaved, the dinner would be finished, and he could at least escape all these prying eyes.

...so why couldn’t Virgil do it?

Virgil took a few nervous, tiny steps in the opposite direction, beginning to tug on his hoodie sleeves.

“Father, this is ridiculous.” Logan broke the silence, turning to the king.

 The king ignored his eldest son and continued to watch Virgil like a hawk. Roman bit his lip and moved his hand closer to the human, nudging his legs slightly. Come on, Virgil. 

 Patton was watching this whole thing, memories of his own experiences coming back to him and was on the edge of his seat as he continued to watch the other human. He hated seeing the poor kiddo like that and something in him just screamed at him to help. He acted on instinct, not thinking as he ran away from Logan and into the center of the table.

 “Hey everyone! Uh, wow, dinner sure was great today, huh! My portions were a little small though!” Patton giggled nervously, falling back on his old love of telling puns. 

...What was he doing? 

Virgil’s jaw dropped, shocked at the human’s sudden interruption. He was far from the only one. 

“Patton!” Logan gasped, hurriedly grabbing Patton off the table and holding him close to his chest. Though a few dinner guests were amused by Patton’s uncharacteristic outburst, father was not one of them.

 “Logan! What the hell was that!” The king yelled, his attention off of Roman and his human for a moment.

 Roman was frozen in shock, just staring open jaw at Patton in Logan’s hands. The human had never done anything like that before. What the heck had gotten into him?

 Patton cowered in Logan’s hand, staring wide-eyes at the angry king’s face. Maybe that hadn’t been the smartest thing to do...

“I...I’m not sure.” Logan admitted, holding Patton closer and rubbing a finger down his back. He frowned, wondering what Patton had been thinking. Even back when Patton was new he was usually so quiet at events.

Virgil flinched, backing away from the angry king and the rest of the ruckus that seemed to have broken out. Had...had the other human been trying to protect him? 

 “Well, I hope you plan on punishing him for this!” The king yelled at Logan before turning to Roman and rubbing a hand across his face. “Roman, please hurry this along so we may all leave.”

 Roman gulped and looked down at Virgil. He had thought for a moment his father would be distracted enough to not make them do this but looks like they had no such luck. He had no choice at this point, the king was already angry and making him angrier would be very bad. “Climb on.” He told Virgil again. Begging him with his eyes to do so.

 Patton shook uncontrollably at the kings words, everything else deaf on his ears. No, no he couldn’t be punished. Not again! He thought he was done with all of that!

“It’s alright.” Logan murmured, his heart aching as Patton became inconsolable. 

Virgil processed all that had happened. He really, really didn’t want to get into Roman’s hand. But it seemed he didn’t have a choice by now. He could fight it all he wanted, but one way or another he would end up in Roman’s hands anyways to get back to the room. 

Virgil looked up at the terrified human in Logan’s hands, feeling extremely guilty. That human had done that just for him. Virgil loathed the idea of someone else getting punished, but he certainly wasn’t going to let that sacrifice be in vain.

So, with a deep breath, Virgil climbed onto Roman’s palm.

 Roman let out a heavy sigh of relief as he lifted Virgil into the air. “Ta da…” He said weakly towards the guests and his father. His father grunted.

 “Finally.” The king stood up. “The two of you are dismissed. Please deal with your humans accordingly.” Roman bowed and wasted no time in running out of the dining room and towards his own room.

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Twin Snowflakes Pt13:A Guest part2

Today has been a long day for Summer. School, people, robots, and now an unexpected guest on the first floor who was probably still watching her get owned in stunning high definition. ‘Stupid Veronica. Why can’t you mind your own business for once? I’d be talking out loud if your hearing wasn’t so sharp.’

Summer ran her shower extra hot and waited for the bathroom to steam. Before she would jump in. Summer walked over to the mirror and gently rubbed her makeup off, frowning at the scar right under her chin. It was faded but the sight still upset her. To think today would have added more if not Shiva was unsettling to say the least.

“What’s your angle? You never do anything without a reason.” Summer mumbled quietly to herself as she stared at the sink faucets. If she wanted answers then now was probably the safest time. Summer turned the cold water on and ran her head under it. The cold sensation running across her scalp before she looked back in the mirror to see her reflection smirking at her.

Shiva:Hey there loser. You know I’m starting to think you actually like seeing me. We never talk this much. Willingly anyways. Steaming the room, bravo.

Summer:You know why we’re talking.

Shiva:Of course, I’m in your head. Not that anyone would need it to figure out your simple little thoughts. It’s almost as sad as you not knowing the answer automa-

Summer:I’m three seconds away from just jumping into that hot water. Get on with it.

Shiva:Touchy. Someone needs a nap. The reason I intervened was because you would be no good to me crippled. See? Simple. Can’t move a broken body.

Summer:....

Shiva:What? Expecting more? Honestly you should be thankful, or at least counting your lucky stars. For once, being afraid and helpless saved your life. You let your guard down; fear and adrenaline might be your undoing before the actual cold.

Summer:Don’t get any ideas.

Shiva:Why would I waste time planning when you’re bound to screw up. Fear, cold, sleep, even immense mental fatigue. I’ll just chip away at all of these different avenues that lead to your eventual demise. I’ll give credit where it’s due. You’ve learned a few tricks around the cold through trial and error. It’s not enough though.

Summer:I’ll get stronger.

Shiva:No you won’t. Not as fast you need to be. I mean just look at today. Can you imagine the look on dear Nicholas’s face if he had woken up to see you in a hospital bed? Comatose again just like before. That pain of realizing he put his sweet baby sister in danger again. Hmm, maybe I should’ve let you gotten h-

Summer had enough and went right into the shower; clothes and all. The heat brought relief as well did her oncoming tears as she curled up and wept. Today has been a long day.

xxxx

The day was dragging on a bit for Veronica as well. The girl sat at a dinner table with her Yang, Jaune, and Weiss. Nick walked in a few minutes later wearing gray sweatpants and a blue tank top. Veronica couldn’t help but noticed he seemed a bit more toned than before. Combat school is serving him well.

Weiss:Where’s your sister?

Nick:Still showering. I wouldn’t be surprised if she went straight to bed.

Jaune:Aww she likes pasta.

Veronica:Gotta admit, it’s still weird seeing you in comfy clothes.

Nick:Do I look like a fashion disaster?

Veronica:Please, knowing this place you’d probably be trendsetting. Speaking of which, did you happen to check your closet?

Nick:I saw a suit bag hanging there but I didn’t open it.

Yang:Not a curious bone in your body huh?

Nick:Not true. I knew someone probably wanted to talk about her work.

Veronica:Indeed I do. *clears throat* Ahem, in that suit bag is what might be my finest work. I rewatched old tournament footage and made an outfit for you that’s guaranteed to help you in this one.

Nick:Really?

Veronica:Yep! It was pretty simple really.

Yang:She spent weeks working day and night. Poor girl nearly passed out when she finished.

Veronica:*red* Don’t tell him that!

Yang:What? You put a ton of effort in to help. Nothing wrong with that.

Nick:She’s right. Thank you Vee.

Veronica:Well...thank me after you try it on. Adjustments might need to happen. My measurements could be a little off.

Weiss:Did you happen to make one for Summer? There is a duo leader board you know?

Veronica:Sigh, yes I made her one as well. I’m not that petty. Though making something for her was far more irritating. I actually need her to try it on and see if it’ll hold up well with whatever thermals she might wear. Last thing you need is an overheated teammate or the clothes getting deformed.

Nick:Wait, is that why-

Veronica:Recent footage is always the most beneficial when designing something for any individual.

Nick:(You could’ve told her that. Even I thought you were watching her get hit for no reason.)

Veronica:Let me guess, thought I was goofing off earlier?

Nick:Somewhat…

Veronica:Heh, I suppose I made that reputation for myself.

Summer walked into the room moments later, wearing a black compression shirt and regular pajama pants with snowflakes on it. Everyone was glad to see her. Well, mostly everyone. Veronica was busy examining the slight redness under her eyes.

Yang:Hey Tiny Weiss.

Summer:We’re like the same size. I might be taller.

Weiss:Don’t remind me.

Nick:Guess what? Veronica made us outfits to help bring out our full potential!

Veronica:Not my exact words but more or less so.

Summer:....How much does it cost?

Veronica:What?

Summer:Nothing, I just can’t imagine a world where you did something for free in regards to me.

Jaune:Hey…

Veronica:You can talk to me as little as possible. That would be priceless.

Yang:Hey!

Veronica:She started it.

Weiss:Both of you behave. I enjoy getting to the point in my life where dinners are calm. Let me keep that please?

“Yes ma’am.” They said in unison, which only annoyed them. Summer was too tired bickering anyways. She wasn’t sure why she tried starting an argument. A thank you might’ve been in order. But she chose to stay quiet about the subject.

Yang:So you two think you’re ready?

Nick:I’m actually a bit nervous about the whole thing.

Summer:Not only are we fighting but now we’re performing as well.

Jaune:That’s news to us.

Weiss:Yeah what spurred this idea on?

Summer:I met this little girl the other day. She’s an orphan named Ruth and lives down in Mantle. I promised her I’d help raise money to make it a nice place so uncle Whitley will help me set up a fundraiser. Between that and Nick begging me to perform I thought the tournament would be a good way to advertise or maybe get some donations right there.

Nick:Sadly her terms of agreement involved me singing as well.

Veronica’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree. Did she hear that right?

Veronica:You are singing together at the tournament and didn’t tell me!? Why?!!!

Nick:It….just….sort of-

Veronica:Now everything has to go perfectly! Presentation, lighting, the seating, what song are you singing?

Summer:That’s uh, to be determined. It’ll be good though. Depending on the song we might be able to do multiple.

Veronica:I can’t believe this. A concert...

Jaune:Is that sparking an idea?

Veronica:Is it!? I expected tons of people to show up but now it’s a guarantee. There’s no way fiery inspiration won’t strike! Oh, the crowd should do the lighter thing. You know, where they wave it!?

Weiss:Yang, what exactly is your daughter pumped about?

Yang:She’s hoping while she’s here that she will find inspiration to create a dress that deals with fire. Warm colors, that sort of thing.

….

Jaune:Can’t you just-

Yang:Apparently I’m not inspiring!

Veronica:Oh don’t pout about it. I’m sure you’ll inspire me another day. We should check out the venue tomorrow morning and-

Nick:Woah, aren’t you forgetting something? Unlike you, we have school.

Veronica:Ugh, school. The worst place in any city.

Summer:Funny, you look like the type to revel in the environment.

Veronica:Dealing with fake people and idiots is never fun. I’d rather be in a jail cell. At least those people have interesting stories.

Summer:(Well she isn’t exactly wrong about that.)

Nick:Looks like you and Summer have something in common after all. A loathing of chalk and blackboards. Getting Summer to attend class is a struggle.

Yang:Veronica is the same way. Especially since she can phase through things.

Summer and Veronica:We’re right here you know?

Nick:We know. I couldn’t imagine teachers dealing with you both at once. I don’t think even I can manage honestly.

Yang:Oh I’m sure you can handle it. After all, Veronica is going to be there tomorrow.

….

Nothing was said. Nick blinked twice while what he just heard started turning gears in his head. He looked at Summer who was also processing. No way they heard the same thing right? Then he turned to Veronica who had been staring at her Mother like she had just spoken a different language. This was bad. They all heard the same thing didn’t they?

Veronica:I’m sorry ma, both pairs of ears must be clogged. For a second I could’ve sworn you said-

Yang:You’ll be going to their school tomorrow. Already filled out the guest forum.

Veronica:WHY!?

Yang:You can’t stay in the mansion all day and I don’t like the idea of you roaming around the kingdom. This place isn’t like home. Since you’re helping out for the tournament it’s a good idea to do most of the work where you can get resources and ask questions. It isn’t like you’re actually taking classes.

Veronica couldn’t believe what she was hearing. No one informed her of this. Had this been the plan all along? It had to be. Her body tensed up and her jaw clenched. This was going to be exactly like home. Veronica stood up as calmly as she could manage and proceeded to walk away.

Veronica:Excuse me. I’m going to lay down.

Yang wanted to say something but the girl took the fastest way possible out of the room; right through the floor.

Yang:Verona- and she’s gone. Guess that one is on me. Maybe I should’ve told her on the boat instead of springing it on her.

Nick:Want me to talk to her?

Yang:I appreciate it but when she’s like this it’s best to let her simmer down. There is something I would like for you to do though; both of you actually. Can you please stick by her? Veronica’s hardheaded, and quick to anger. I couldn’t tell you if it’s because of the way her traits manifested, or if it’s the fact she’s a lot like me. Maybe a bit of both. Either way, she’s a good kid behind that exterior. Keep her line please?

Nick:No problem. I probably would’ve done that anyways. We’ll keep an eye out, right Summer?

Summer:Yeah I’m gonna hard pass on that.

Weiss:Now I know you two aren’t exactly… compatible, but I think you should at the very least make sure nothing terrible happens to her.

Summer:What could happen? It’s school.

Yang:Honestly I’m more concerned about other people’s safety. I teach her boxing. Not to brag but I’m a good teacher.

Jaune:Oh boy, Summer it would be bad to not prevent that.

Summer:How would I even? *mumbles* I can’t even beat her.

Nick:...Oh! Let’s compromise! You don’t have to help her. But if I ask for help and it happens to be about her…

Summer:What stunt are you trying to pull?

Nick:You know me, I’m not going to abuse the power.

Weiss:I’ve seen your credit card receipts.

Nick:Financial power is meant to be expressed once in a while. This is different. I have way more restraint and consideration!

Weiss and Jaune:(He just admitted he sucks at conversing money...)

Nick:So what do I say, my dear sister that loves supporting me?

Summer:Uggghhh, fine. But only three times a day max.

Nick:Deal! Let’s start right now!

Summer:What? But we aren’t-

Nick:Veronica is going to need a uniform tomorrow. Seeing how you skipped a day that means you should have a spare this week right? We’ll get uniforms for her by the end of tomorrow.

Summer:Fine. That’s not so tough.

Nick watched Summer get up from the table and leave. No doubt to get things over with. He decided to get up and call the day early.

Nick:I’m going to shower then call it day. Nice seeing Yang. I’m guessing I’ll see you tomorrow?

Yang:You know we’re staying here right? I’ll see you bright and early.

Nick:….What?

xxxx

Knock Knock Knock

Summer:You in there Veronica? (She didn’t say what spare room she’d be in. Geez, we have too many rooms to search one by one) V-

Veronica:I’m in your room Einstein.

Summer:WHAT!? Why are-

The answer hit Summer like a freight train. Summer quickly sprinted towards her room and ran right in to find Veronica holding a school uniform. It was just as Summer feared.

Summer:Gee, that really is some hearing you got. It must be really hard not to snoop.

Veronica:Only when I know someone is bad mouthing me.And you’re right, I don’t need someone like you watching over me. Not that it’ll do me any good.

Summer:(I deserve that one.) I’m sor-

Veronica:Why is this your uniform?

Summer:What? It’s just the standard made uni-

Veronica:I know that. But why is it yours?

Raising it upwards, Veronica aimed the garb against Summer’s frame. The skirt covered most of her shins, the shirt might as well have been drabs on her, and the entire thing must’ve looked like the outfit was eating her.

Veronica:Our body types aren’t the same yet even these clothes would be way too big for me. You have to be swimming in all this excessive fabric. It should be uncomfortable and a waste.

Summer:It’s not that baggy. Besides I think it’s pretty comfortable.

Veronica:A Schnee should care about their appearance. More so than even someone like me.

Summer:I really don’t need a lecture right now. Just take it and go.

Veronica:I can’t wear this tomorrow. You may not care about the way you look but my look. Maybe if I just tuck the skirt in a few inches with thread…

Summer:Don’t make modifications to my clothes!

Veronica:They are only temporary.

Summer:Makes no difference. Just wear it as is.

Veronica:Mmmm hah.

Summer:Ugh! Why are you so- what’s your problem!?

Veronica:My problem? I’m not the one going to school in bed sheets. Honestly, who willingly does something like this?

Summer: I-

Veronica:What, can’t be bothered to-

Summer:I HATE MY SCARS!

The outburst was unexpected; even for Summer who had no intention of getting hostile. Veronica was just a person she couldn’t stand to look small around. Summer was ready for another argument to begin but no words came flying her way.

Instead, Summer saw Veronica wince in pain as if she had pricked her finger. The faunus flashed a glare of irritation that made Summer consider leaving. ‘What’s gotten into-‘ her internal question was cut off by Noticing Veronica’s cat ears. She had folded them down and was currently rubbing them gently. ‘Did I really scream that loud?’ Years of singing did mean Summer knew how to hit a high note fast. Perhaps she had gotten swept up in her emotions and shouted louder than she thought. Summer slowly opened up her mouth and gave a slight pause before gently speaking.

Summer:Are you okay?

Veronica:If you’re going to yell then at least gradually get louder. Screaming out of nowhere like that, you’re definitely a singer alright.

Summer:I wouldn’t be screaming if you weren’t so….extra all the time.

Veronica:Says the girl who just hit a high note like it’s a normal thing. Extra is what you’re really. I’m surprised you’re not breaking some dress code; pulled some strings no doubt.

Summer:*red* You don’t know me.

Veronica:Sadly, I do.

That stung a bit. Summer looked at the floor. Her spirit was reaching another low point for today. “Jerk…” Summer mumbled. Veronica watched the girl slowly start to retreat into herself. Almost like if she was a turtle going into its shell. The sight was a bit depressing. ‘Damnit, I gave my word to Nick but it’s not like it was just going to make things change.”

Veronica reached out to Summer’s chin and tilted the girl’s head up until they were staring at each other. Summer tried to look tough and stern but the way her eyes shifted ever so slightly gave away the tears she was trying to fight back. Veronica gave a look that was more than a bit unimpressed. “Quick to scream and quick to cry. You’re a little spoiled little princess, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk. Always ready to fight and walking around like you own the place. You’re just as spoiled as I am.” Summer said while trying to keep a hushed toned.

“I’ll give ya that one.” Veronica looked Summer up and down multiple times before letting go. She walked over to closet where all of Summer’s uniforms were and took them; even the one she wore today.

Summer:What are-

Veronica:Voice…

Summer:What are you doing with my stuff?

Veronica:Something you should’ve thought of. You’ll get these back before school tomorrow. I’ll be two rooms down the hall.

Without allowing further questions, Veronica left; closing the door with her tail. Summer wanted to press the issue but knew it would be hopeless. It was going to be a long day tomorrow though if she woke up to miniskirts. Hopefully Veronica wasn’t that cruel. There were a lot of pitfalls Summer would say Veronica had but she couldn’t think of a single time the blonde had actually insulted her body or looks for that matter. Maybe it would’ve been too easy of a thing to go after. Veronica was gorgeous after all in both departments; gaining a majority of her looks equally from both parents. Including assets, which made Summer fairly jealous. Combine that with her taste in fashion and it was impossible to find a time Veronica didn’t look awe inspiring. No wonder she acts like she can own anything.

‘I’d be confident too I guess if I looked like that.’ Summer thought as she finally laid down on her bed and let sleep take her.

xxxx

Jaune:Veronica’s gotten taller since last time she was over. I think her and Nick are the same height now.

Yang:I’m surprised she’s growing at all with that lame diet I keep trying to knock her off of. It takes a month's worth of nagging just to get her to eat a hamburger sometimes. Suppressing those instincts of hers constantly like that does way more harm than good. I wish she could understand that. Eventually she’ll just get cranky and be more aggressive than usual.

Weiss:Surly there’s a balance?

Yang:Yeah, it’s called living normally and having restraint. I mean I was hotheaded for sure but I mellowed out around this time right?

Jaune:No…

Weiss:Didn’t you destroy a nightclub? Wait, you did that right before Beacon. You were older than what Veronica was now; hell no you weren’t mellow! People got hurt the moment they touched your hair.

Yang:People shouldn’t touch other people without permission. Plain and simple.

Jaune:How’s school over there for her? Has it gotten better?

Yang:Less fights for sure. Practically zero now that I’m thinking about it. Boxing really helped with that but I can tell she still isn’t happy. Can’t really tell you what goes through her head daily or how she feels. Blake’s typically the only one to get her to open up but even that’s not much these days. No doubt she still can’t stand a majority of people in school.

Weiss:Still hasn’t made friends.

Yang:Nope...kids are cruel.

Weiss:They don’t starry that way. It’s learned behind closed doors. I know that better than most. Hate to say it but not much will be different here. Even Summer has problems with people in school. Albeit, for different reasons.

Yang:Blake and I just want Veronica to get some distance from home and school. Let her be around a couple more people besides us and her grandparents that love her to bits. You two, the twins, Ruby, Oscar-

Jaune:Does that really count?

Yang:Nick certainly lightens her up. He’s a real charmer. In a few years team RWBY might actually be sharing every part of the family tree. Wouldn’t that be pretty cool Weiss? Think of the fun family reunions.

Weiss:Are you forgetting your sister is married to my brother, genius? We are already connected.

Yang:Yeah but this way would be cuter.

Jaune:I’m telling Ruby you said that.

Yang:Please don’t.

Weiss:I’m hoping one day Nick’s feelings for Valerie are reached. He tries so hard.

Jaune:I think he should phone it in. Poor guy isn’t getting far.

Weiss:You never gave up on me.

Jaune:I know but I sort of took a break and focused on me and tried not to die while saving the world. Honestly I’m still surprised you found your way into my arms.

Weiss:I’m not. They loved me and let me know I was safe with you. It was only a matter of time before I found my way to them.

Yang:Ugh, get a room you lovebirds.

Weiss:This is our house!

Jaune:Also you act like you and Blake haven’t flirted in front of people or with us.

Yang:Jaune the four of us did more than flirt. Speaking of….

Weiss:No.

Yang:Not even when Blake gets here *winks*

Weiss:*red* We are grownups with children. Children with very good hearing and know when something is up.

Yang:Hmm, we’ll revisit this conversation later. So, Summer isn’t holding up at school either.

Weiss:Sigh...not really, no. She’s grown rather distant from us lately. Even Nick feels like she’s been building walls. Just the other day Winter caught her grinding on the chains to Mantle with her snowboard.

Yang:That sounds awesome!

Weiss:....

Yang:*sweats* But completely dangerous and not safe in the slightest.

Jaune:Oscar says her therapy sessions have been pretty slow the past few months in terms of progress but that’s all he’ll really tell us for now. Penny’s check ups show physically that she’s normal. Well, for the state she’s in.

Yang:No Shiva outbursts or. Confrontations lately.

Weiss:Not that we know of. It’s frustrating really. All this money and power to get the best resources to learn about diamond dust but none of it is getting us closer to learning anything substantial. Maybe if we can find a bit more or something. Then I could help my daughter through this.

Jaune reached across the table and held her hand gently.

Jaune:We’ve gotten this far. Summer has gotten this far; I got a feeling that we can handle anything at this point. One step at a time right?

Weiss:*smiles* One step at a time.

Yang:Don’t forget, you haven’t used all your resources. Whatever hurdle pops up I’ll be one call away from helping you over it. Spare no expense. You have more than enough people on your contact list willing to lend a hand. Don’t let them go to waste; sometimes you gotta ring every last one of them!

Weiss:Hmph, pretty bold to speak for everyone like that. I hope you’ll take the flack if they disagree.

Yang:Then they can call me personally!

xxxx

Veronica:Okay…

She looked at Summer’s uniforms that she put on some manicans. Veronica reached down in her bag and pulled out a sewing kit. She pulled out a needle and twirled it in between her fingers while pulling out spools of thread and juggling them with her tail. Her free hand tied her hair into a bun.

Veronica:Five outfits, I’m tired, headache, still need to unpack, still have sea legs, Summer gave me a headache, and I have to go to an Atlas school of all places tomorrow. Oh, not to mention what time it is now and when I gotta wake up. *smiles* better get to it then.

Part 12

[trinidother]

Mommy Minerva's Blacked Afternoon

For single house-mom Minerva Grimsly, life was a damn constant battle between boredom and bliss. Nothing really satisfied her. She became pregnant at 17, then later took to raising what ended up being two daughters all on her own. Was she going to settle though? Hell no. If there was one thing Minerva knew she wanted, it was everything.

She wanted everything. She wanted a good job, a nice house, and happy, healthy children. That was easy, and something she always flaunted. She was a successful, refined, classy, self-made woman in all respects. Miss Grimsly, at the tender age of 35, owned her own house, 4 cars (two for her daughters, one grocery-getter, and one for fun), and had the best dress sense of any woman in the neighborhood. Some even said the city.

Her curves, a lot like her rich, raven hair and endless ocean mist-gray eyes, were what some might call excessive. She had a huge, round, and perfectly form-fitting ass. The same could be said for her perfect breasts, which sat round, bouncy, and 100% real on her toned torso with a visible rib cage and soft tummy. If it wasn’t for those curves, her striking eyes and fashion sense would’ve landed her on catwalks for billion-dollar italian luxury brands. But it seemed she was much happier with her life now.

Because she got everything she wanted.

And that wasn’t like most people in her upper-class neighborhood, who’s external success hid some secret pain inside. Oh, Minerva had secrets, sure, but not the painful kind.

Her main secret to success? Along with being an absolute bombshell with enough explosive punch inside to flatten a good city block, she was also a massive hypocrite.

Minerva Grimsly was an outspoken moral woman. Her business would donate plenty of it’s ample revenue to charities, she always made her daughters promise to never date a guy they wouldn’t marry, and, likewise, to promise not to flaunt their wealth at school. And she did a great job at all that. As for when she was alone, in secret?

Let’s not mince words; perfect mom Minerva Grimsly was also a whore who liked getting fucking railed by massive cocks. The bigger, the better. The blacker? The way better.

That’s what she was doing right now, in fact. Well, that’s not true; she was actually in her bathroom, wearing some lingerie black as her hair, throwing away a pack of condoms. It was full. Was she throwing it away because she knew the mandingo stud she had waiting in her bedroom was way too big for those little condoms, or because she wanted the feeling of his gargantuan black cock erupting against her cervix? We may never know.

But what we can know is that Minerva wasn’t stupid. She never bought condoms that weren’t XXL. Of course, this is a black guy we’re talking about. Even if the condoms were max size, that doesn’t exactly give credence to either possibility. Minerva sure knew how to pick ‘em though.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked lovely, of course, but that much could be said about her 24/7/365. Minerva had no delusions about her appearance, even when she wasn’t in perfect makeup, with her glasses perfectly even, black opal earrings on, pearl necklace around her neck as tight as a teenage girl with daddy issues’ choker, and of course, that lingerie. She looked nicer now, to fuck some random black guy in her bed, than she did for 90% of business functions. Why shouldn’t she? This was the most important part of her day.

The time when she got to feel satisfied.

And make no mistake. Just as Minerva knew as she puckered up her red-lipsticked lips, you should know that ‘part of her day’ wasn’t figurative. She brought home a new fuckbuddy every day almost. Sneaking around her daughters was stressful, sure. It would be horrible if she was caught fucking a man she barely knew, especially a black one. She would be totally exposed as a hypocrite, and her relationship with her daughters that she worked so hard to perfect would be ruined.

But on the other hand, big, hard, nigger cocks drilling deep into her soft, pliable, white MILF holes? Yes fucking please.

So she indulged. She got her daughters on their merry way, leading the active, healthy lives of physically fit white suburban teenagers, while she got her pussy impaled by some oversized black man she picked up while zipping around in her convertible. A hypocrite and a liar. And a happy one.

Today, her daughter, Maddie, was out on a date with her boyfriend. He was a sweetheart, a nerdy, academic little white kid. He also ran track, did extracurriculars, and was generally liked. The perfect little white boy for Maddie to date. The sort who bought a 10 year old economy car with his own money for a summer job. The sort who asked for books for christmas. The exact sort of unassuming boy Minerva would like her daughter to marry and be happy with.

Minerva, of course, could never do that. That sort of boy was what she called a wimp, the sort of loser who she wouldn’t look twice at, ever. Not just because he was white, but because he was so bookish, so polite. It was rude of her to admit, but white guys like him? All they did to Minerva was make her panties dry right up. And Minerva never liked feeling dry panties.

Still, Maddie liked him, so Minerva genuinely wished them the best. Just like she genuinely couldn’t wait for the hung black stud she had waiting for her to make her fucking sore in the morning, only to have her do this again next afternoon.

“Alright,” she breathed, looking herself over in the mirror. She spun around and pushed a finger up against the underside of her soft, round butt. Barely a jiggle. “Good!” she breathed. Her body was more than good. It was fucking perfect. She was sure her daughters were happy she didn’t wear revealing clothes in public (much), or every boy in school would be drooling after her bountiful tits and plump rump.

She slid open the sliding door connecting the master bedroom and the bathroom. And struck a pose too, with her arm on the doorframe, hips cocked to the side, and of course, chest hanging out. “Sorry to keep you waiting, stud,” she said, able to fucking taste her thick, cherry-red lipstick.

On her overpriced, over decorated, TempurPedic-matteresed bed was her ‘friend’ Tyrone, totally naked, relaxing back without a care in the world. If there was a word to describe him, it’d be ‘full’.

Minerva was curvy, with a tiny waist (though not as tiny as it used to be…) and pillowy assets, but all of her was fucking dwarfed by Tyrone. If that was even his real name.

He had big, full pecs, with equally rounded shoulders. His thighs? Just as massive, along with that big belly, a sign of a good diet and hard work. It even had defined abs. Everything about him looked stuffed to the brim. To call Minerva’s ass plump next to this superior man would be criminal. She was happy she had enough to please him. There was a reason she only fucked black.

“Took you long enough babe. I was almost thinking you were trying to trick me.” He said. His lips were just as full and plump, with the sort of cruel sneer that made every white boy shrink in fear and every white girl’s panties wet. As you know, Minerva lived to feel her inner thighs get soaked.

And we didn’t even describe his cock.

Flaccid; or, as flaccid as that thick, sturdy hunk of dark brown meat could get, it was still a tough slab of flesh that was halfway as long as his thigh, and fittingly fat. “Sorry babe, I just wanted to make sure I looked perfect for you. After all, you already do.”

“Hah!” he grinned with large, white teeth. Even if he was a toothless hobo, Minerva would have still probably fucked him. She’d tell herself she wouldn’t, but when there was a stream flowing out of her panties, she couldn’t resist. “Well, I’m happy to look so perfect for a beautiful lady like yo-self,” he boomed. He looked over his prize proudly.

“You flatter me,” she said smuggle. Of course, she also bobbed her shoulders up and down, just so Tyrone got a view of those double-d’s bouncing. With a poofy sound on the fluffed covers, Minerva got to her work fluffing this bulls massive cock. Sure, it was as big and fat as her head, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to blow it.

“Ahh fuck yea,” he moaned as her lips went around his cockhead. He pushed her head down on that massive cock. She drooled all over it, which made his dark, ashy cock gleam with the afternoon light from her windows. “I was waiting so long this thing got cold.”

She pulled up. She was used to cocks being so big she gagged on them, but this one was so thick that she couldn’t even get his head to touch her uvula. The big veiny shaft got real fat real fast. Too fat to actually fit past her lips. It hurt her cheeks to even try and stretch that much.

“What’s wrong? Can’t deepthroat it?”

She pulled off with a loud, wet gasp. “Ah- heh- I’d give twenty grand to any girl you can find that can fit this fucking moooonster down her throat,” she laughed crazily with her head by its side. She sucked her juices of his veiny shaft loudly. The big black cock lived up to its name and was far longer than the length between her ears.

Tyrone laughed boomingly. “Hah, no, not really. But I like to think one day some bitch’ll managed.”

After a long, loud, slurrrrrrrrrrp!, Minerva managed to tear her hungry lips off his cock. “Fuck it’s huge,” she whispered. She honestly couldn’t blame some white girls for not acting attracted to black guys. This was a chore to get off, even if she loved it. “Well, sorry honey, but that girl isn’t me.”

“Yeah, I know bitch. But you’re going good, just keep sucking.”

“Yes, sir,” she smiled with that devilish grin of a bad mommy before going right back down to serve her man for today’s black dick. She sucked down the head good, like it was one of those massive lollipops way too big for a little kid’s mouth. Though she was a tall, busy business woman, just trying to suck this black dick, even with all the experience she knew she had, made her feel like an amateur. A little girl against a real man.

At least her tongue still knew what to do. She gave him the massage of his life right on his cockhead, sure to tease the most sensitive zone on a man’s body while she looked up at him with those sharp gray eyes. She got on her knees, sticking up her curvy ass for him to see all of.

A few minutes of that felt like an eternity. She wanted it to last longer.

“Fuck baby- aw fuck yeah bitch, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yethhhh,” Minerva gasped with lust that did not fit her name. Her tongue was still glued to the tip of his tongue, tasting the precum he leaked. She forced herself to put it back in her mouth. It felt strange there; like it belonged on a black dick. “I’ll fucking swallow it all, babe.”

“Naw, naw,” the black bull huffed. He grabbed a fistful of Minerva’s raven hair, pulling her face right below his stone-hard cock. “Imma but all over your whore face.”

Those words made her ears tingle and her cunt gush. She was a whore. Respected businesswoman, mother, and neighborhood association member, was really meant to be here. She was a slut, a whore, a hole to please big black cocks. What else could Minerva Grimsly need?

She stared up at his god cock, her ass still sticking up. It began flowing. That beautiful, thick, pungent cum poured out of his dick. Fat spurts and twitches sent it flying. He cummed on her face, coating her red cheeks with his seed. His filthy, sexy semen could’ve drowned her and she would die happy. It smeared her makeup and got in her glasses. Fuck, that was hard to clean. Maybe she wouldn’t even.

“Fuck,” he huffed, dropping his head back down into the pillow, “you like that, bitch?”

“Yessir,” she breathed. Minerva licked the dripping cum off her lips as she thought of how she’d threaten to call the cops if anyone called her a bitch in public. She’d probably make a scene, like your typical spoiled suburban white work mom.

Of course, cock like this was what she really spoiled herself with.

She rested her head on his thigh, stretching her tired neck and jaw. All that work, and she barely got that monster cock into her mouth; and it was still so amazing to look at. With her face on his thigh, through just a little bit of his thick, manly hair, she got to smell that beautiful, hot aroma from his sweaty, churning balls. When she raised her eyes, she could see his black dick standing like a monolith. She wanted to get it inside of her. No way it wouldn’t turn her into a screamer.

“It’s still hard,” she muttered, more in awe than actually thinking about it. Minerva always turned her brain off when she melted into the throes of interracial pleasure.

“Yeah bitch, it is,” snorted her man, “All y’all white bitches can’t believe it,” he reached down and ruffled Minerva’s sleek hair. She accepted. “Prolly ‘cause y’all’s men can’t muster that shit, huh?”

“Please,” scoffed Minerva with a wicked grin she knew her daughters never, ever saw, “I haven’t been with a white guy in years. I went black and I’m never, ever,” she rolled over to take a long, pregnant lick at his balls, “going back.”

“So I was right?” he cocked an eyebrow. Cocky bastard. Huge-cocked too. Minerva would kill herself if her daughters brought home a man like this. She was about to cream herself.

“Wanna keep going?” she asked. The bed creaked as she climbed up onto it. She was rather desperate to distract her body, or she’d start fucking squiritng without even touching herself. How embarrassing. It happened more often than you’d expect, thanks to black guys.

“Fuck yeah bitch, you know I’m up n’ ready.” He bared his teeth. It looked like a grin, but Minerva saw it as an animalistic display of power. To tell her that he was about to rut into her and strip away what made her her. After all, she really didn’t act like she cared about it. Her money? Her career? Her family? If she really cared about that all, she wouldn’t be fucking a hung black bull every day of the week. And here she was.

“Yes, yesss,” Minerva muttered under her breath as she tossed her leg over his pelvis and straddled his dark, sweaty body. She grinded against him with enough force to strip a lesser cock to the bone. To squirt all she had to do was hump her needy pussy, shaved for ease of use, against his godcock. She did. “F-fuck- ah- ahh, fuck-”

“Shit babe, you fucking-”

“Fuck- yes I’m fucking cumming- aw!” She tossed her head back and her black hair swung. Her breasts and huge tits heaved as she panted. Was she shuddering? Probably. This guy’s name was fucking Tyrone, of course he gave her good orgasms.

“Damn, that fast?”

“Fuck,” she swore again and dropped forward over him. She stretched her neck and her arms. “I mean- yeah? But don’t let it stop you, big boy. No refractory period for us ladies, remember? I’m expecting eight or nine orgasms before the sun goes down.”

“No rubbers?”

“Hell no!” she smiled a little wildly, “I through those stupid things away!”

“Aight, you crazy bitch,” he grinned again and lifted his huge, two-toned hand to push his fat cock up against her. It pushed just a little into her slight tummy fat. “Let’s fuckin start.”

Minerva’s face grew into a crazed smile. A whole 24 hours without riding black cock, and a white woman was bound to go crazy. She bit her lower lip, held on to his strong belly, pushed up, and eased her white pussy onto that black dick.

Except she didn’t ease it. She was so slippery and wet, and her pussy had been so stretched out by constant hookups with horse-hung black strangers, that Tyrone barely had to push to shove his BBC balls deep into her cunt.

“Fuck!” they said, in perfect unison. Black career woman, ghetto thug? Perfect combo. Their hips rotated and moved. Sometimes they bounced up and down and against each other. That black dick in her white MILF body made a noticeable bulge from inside of her. She drooled, with fat glops of her saliva hitting his body the same time her thighs did. Her feet, still in heels, were on the bed, and her knees were up. Much more of this, and she would go limp, and he’d just have to thrust it into her until she had enough orgasms. His cock stretched her pussy out as far as it could go. Yeah, by tomorrow, her hole would return to its normal state for some other black man to satisfy himself in. And her, of course. She was always satisfied.

“I’m cumming!” She yelled. Thank god the house was empty. “I’m cummmmmmingggg I’m cumming I’m cumming!” From behind his girthy dick, her asscheeks clenched as tight as her pussy as she finally orgasmed. Again.

He slowed, courteous. When he fucked white women in neighborhoods like this, they were usually nervous, cheating on their good husbands and taking huge dick for the first time. He had to be kind to them, reassure them, make sure not to hurt them. Minerva was a different breed. She had none of that.

“Don’t fucking stop, are you fucking stupid?!”

Without hesitating, Tyrone raised his hand and slapped her right across the face. “Don’t you fuckin say that shit to me, white bitch. I don’t tolerate that.” He scolded as he held her face roughly.

“Yes sir,” Minerva squeaked through her pinched cheeks and puckered mouth. “Y-you can punish me for it, stud. You should- gulp- do that right now.” Her eyes were wide. Her pupils were dilated.

“Mm… I think I will bitch.” He relaxed again. Her legs slid down to the bed with her knees facing him. Easy access to slap her thigh; or spank her ass. And spank he did. That big, strong, black arm reached over, with Minerva just as scared of it as any other woman in the neighborhood. He brought his hand down again with a powerful SLAP!

“Owwww,” whined Minerva. Unbecoming for such a woman. Reduced to a horny little kid for big black cock, as usual.

“Fucking take it,” he slapped her again. Her back stiffened. SLAP. SLAP. With those, as her thick ass rippled, she started moving back. And forth.

Back and Forth. SLAP. She winced, but her juicing pussy showed how she really felt about the pain. As she went forward she lifted up a little. Her red ass now clapped on his dick again.

10 seconds later, they were going at it like animals. “FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH” reverberated throughout Minerva’s Hobby Lobby-decorated house. She was so fucking happy to have her insides rearranged by that massive black dick. Maybe she’d bring Tyrone over for a second playdate, she almost never did that. She didn’t have time to think though. Only time to get fucked.

But then, there was what you call the twist.

She couldn’t hear it over the sounds of herself getting railed, but, downstairs and to the left, the Grimsly house’s front door was unlocked. A half a second later, as it opened, her overpriced security system sent a BEEP BEEP BEEP. Throughout the house. That she heard.

Part of living a double life was changing personas fast. When you were the most respectable woman and the biggest whore on the planet, you got good at that. So sure, Minerva Grimsly did just drop down a whole foot to take in Tryone’s BBC, but the second she heard that alarm in her ears, she jumped up, and all the chemicals in her brain triggered by their hot sex seemed like they were gone. And she didn’t like it.

“What is it?” asked Tyrone, “Someone home?”

“You heard it too, right?” Minerva was standing on her heels on her TempurPedic. Her back was hunched over to not hit her head on the ceiling fan. Her hair was a mess. Her pussy was still dripping. It wasn’t a great look.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Aw fuck, she wasn’t supposed to be home this early!” Minerva jumped on the bed and landed unsteadily on her heels to hobble over to the door, all the way praying to herself please don’t be Maddie please don’t be Maddie please don’t be Maddie; and Minerva wasn’t even a religious woman.

She opened the door and looked. Thankfully, ish, the hallway gave her a clear view straight down to the front door. And, there clear as day, was cute, well-raised, polite little Maddie Grimsly, with her perfectly milquetoast boyfriend.

And Minerva still wanted to orgasm 7 more times today.

That was gonna be an issue.

[jlpplays1]

~Drake- “You’ll See, Walker..” He says with sweet smile and a kiss. ❤️ Part 2 *

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Book: The Royal Heir

~~all characters belong to pixelberry, just borrowing them for my story.

Rating: mature

Summary: Drake has planned a day of special surprises

(Both Parts =3,728 words)

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Author’s note: Hey guys!! FINALLY here's Part 2!!! It's been sitting in my drafts for while now so if you forgot what happened here's Part 1 (x) This is a first for me, writing with my friend @justdani14 for our Ride or Die story (* @fallenangelsjenniferanddani ) inspired me to write a piece with Drake surrounding the idea of "Do you want to dance?" ((Since he is one of my all time favorite guys around)) and it’s become this really super sweet, fun story that I built up from that. Hope you like it!!

I had a lot of fun writing it, and I don't really write that often ( @jlpplays1writes ). I wasn’t originally going to post it, I just wrote it first fun but hopefully it gives you some smiles :) <3 and I’d love to know your favorite part if you liked it!!!

Find Part 1 here :)

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“I remember you saying how you and your mom used to sing this song to you, so I found it on a cd..” he pulls output a shiny copy of a cd with the words “I Can’t Help Falling in Love with you- Elvis Presley ” written across the disc.

..“Do you want to dance?”

“Drake,” I say kissing him long and deep. “of course I do. What are we going to play it on?” I say sitting up.

He goes behind the other couch and grabs-

“Drake, is that a boombox?! Did you have that sitting there this whole time?”

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“Yeah, the one and only.”

“I haven’t seen one of those in years!”

“When I stayed out here in Cordonia, I begged my mom to let me keep it. I know it’s a little old fashioned, but there’s nothing like listening to the music on a gem like this..and now,” he says holding out his hand for me to take, “and now I realize why I was meant to keep it all of those years ago. It was fate.”

We look into each other’s eyes, humming and swaying in sync to the music dancing to the song that I hold close to my heart.

Drake’s POV

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She looks at me with such vulnerability in her eyes.

I take a deep breath and hold hold her close, same she does with me..listening to the music.

“I know that it sounds corny, but when we spend time together like this, it’s so nice to see you smile. It’s like you’re glowing from the inside out, I swear..”

“Well it certainly feels like I am. Spending this time with you is better than anything. I really mean that, Drake..I love you so much.” She wraps her arms around my neck, and I hold her close.

“Well..” I say, brushing the hair away from the side of her face. “These are things that I’ve thought about you for a long time now, so now that your Mrs. Walker- " I say giving her a light kiss “you’re gonna be hearing them a lot more often. It’s really special that you are my wife. That this is real. That you are real.”

"It may sound silly, but it’s so nice to just be able to tell you how much I love you.” She says. “Which.. is a lot by the way. It’s one thing thinking them & feeling them and another thing to actually be saying it out loud. Now we can just do that and I can say it whenever I want. Straight to the man that is taking up so much room in my head.. and in my heart.” She looks at me, deep into my eyes.

“I love you Drake Walker.”

“And I love you Mrs. Walker.”

Her eyes flick to my lips, then she kisses me. I was so sucked into the moment that I almost forgot to kiss her back. Then she breaks away, and just like that it is over too soon. She kisses me slow, long and deep. Her love shining through the intimacy of the moment. My love for her right back.

This moment just feels so right. “I’m so proud of you, you know.” I say quietly in between humming the soft tune.

“Me?!” She says lifting her head up. “Why are you proud of me?” She says surprised.

“Because... every time something seems to go wrong, you make it right.” I gently spin her out, bringing her back into my chest again. “Because you are always there for everybody when ever they need it most.” I look into her in her eyes. “There for me.” I kiss her pouring all of my love into it.

“You are everything. My everything. And my wife. God, I love saying that.” I really am so proud of her.

We stay like like that for a couple of more minutes, me holding her in my embrace. Us dancing to the music. I could stay like this for hours. Just me and her.

I don’t even know how long we stay like that for in a comfortable silence, still swaying.

“Drake..” She says looking up into my eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” Her voice is nothing more than a whisper.

“For what?”

“For doing all of this for me. For taking the time out to go so above and beyond. Just to make me happy..which you..very much so..accomplished. So thank you.”

“Me too, Walker. You make me happy too. So so happy.”

For the last few hours we’ve been exploring our new home, and this one of our best adventures yet. Just holding each other close.

“You know, I know that I’m no longer the little 8 year old kid searching around Liam’s castle, but this was really fun. Even more fun than it was when I was a kid. I think it’s because I’m with you.”

“Being with you makes it so much better for me too. And haha it really was! But next time let’s bring a can of Raid though- that bug spay.. Those back entrance halls..there were a lot of creepy crawlers!”

“Haha! That sounds like a plan. You’ve got it, Walker.” I gently kiss her again, on the forehead this time as she sinks into my warm embrace.

Holding each other tight, she puts her head and a hand on my chest again. Right where it belongs.

The song ends and she kisses me gently one more time.

“That might have been the only one that I had on cd, but there’s speakers around the room..lets me connect my phone to it, so I wanted to dance with you to this one too.”

~~End Of Drake’s POV~~

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He plugs in his phone, and ‘Everything’ by Michael Buble comes over the speakers.

🎶You're a falling star, you're the get away car🎶...🎶You're the line in the sand when I go too far 🎶

🎶You're the swimming pool on an August day🎶...🎶And you're the perfect thing to see🎶

🎶And you play you're coy, but it's kinda cute🎶...🎶Oh, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do🎶

🎶Baby, don't pretend that you don't know it's true

'Cause you can see it when I look at you🎶🎶...

“I’m so glad that we found this room!” That we found each other. I say laughing as he spins me out squealing a little bit. This is exactly where I belong. I think as I look up into Drake’s warm dark brown chocolate eyes.

🎶🎶🎶And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times

It's you, it's you; you make me sing

You're every line, you're every word, you're my everything🎶🎶🎶

We dance, having so much fun until the song is over.

~~

“Wow, you know what, this place is really nice, the more and more I look around, the more and more I love it!”

“I know! Me too.”

“So how about a game?” I say.

“I have a better idea..”

“What? Why would you take me to a pool room and then not have us play?” I say teasingly.

“Ok, we can still play and I know we’ve been hiding out in here like all day, but I have something else in mind, if that’s ok.. before our day ends.”

He looks at me with such an adoring sweetness in his eyes, I love this man so much.

“Of course its ok, Drake.”

“Ok good, I was hoping you would say that..”

“I came prepared, Walker. So if you want to play pool than we totally can, but I have a little surprise first.”

“A bigger surprise than this?” I say chucking, still looking around the room. We may have been in here for a while talking, but I still can’t get over the beauty of this secluded room.

He reaches behind the side chair in the lounge area, and pulls out a few things. There is a basket filled with all sorts of goodies. “I got us some snacks and I was going to grab champagne but opted out for the sparking water instead.”

“Awww”

He sweeps his thumb lightly over my jaw.

His voice is softer as he continues, “Let me make love to you. Let’s try for that baby again.”

~~

I feel my breath hitch.

“Ok.”

—————

It doesn’t take long to fall into that stride. You put your hand over his. Guiding him and showing him just what you want.. just what you like.. and just what you need. What’s he needs. It is pure bliss for the both of you as the two of you melt away together.

—————

“You know,” you look down at your intertwined hands resting on your belly. You are both exhausted but in the best way possible, “there could be a baby in there really soon.”

“Heh, you know what? That’s very true.”

He brings our locked hands up to his warm lips, kissing the back of my hand tenderly. “Or there could actually already be, if you think about it..And if we are lucky enough for that to be true, I promise that will love that baby with every ounce of me and all of my heart.” He says.

~~

He’s tracing small circles on the back of my hand that’s now placed over his heart, I feel the warmth of it beating.

“I know you will, I will too.”

“I know.”

That’s all we need to say, because although it’s two simple words, we both know how true they are.

I bury my head into his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me. We stay quiet just basking in the moment holding each other tight.

“Hey Drake?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, and I know it may sound silly but thank you for marring me..”

“Honey,” He says and I look up at him.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too. And thank you for being my wife.” He kisses the top of my head.

We lay like that in each other’s warm embrace for a while and eventually fall sleep cuddled together. I am a little worried about how Dr. Ramirez said that this could take awhile, considering we have so many people counting on us. But all I can think of right now is my love for this beautiful man that I get to call my husband. This may be harder than we thought but we will get through this together.

~~

Find Part 1 here ☺️

[nyanevil]

/Okay, Tumblr ate the ask about Mccree mind-reading werewolf.

Self-indulgent bar-AU, idea a little changed, the key is in the end. Critique and comments appreciated!/

It all started with pomegranate.

Mccree felt it on his tongue, as two entered his bar - one of them being Genji Shimada, owner of a kitchen utensil shop right across the road.

Mccree smiled. Friendly faces of others business owners (especially werewolves too) were always welcome in "Peacekeeper".

The other face, however, remained a mystery.

"Hey, Jesse!" Genji beamed, leaning for a hug across the counter and Mccree indulged him, inhaling banana-sweet wave of friendly affection and tinge of pomegranate - a worry of someone else.

Sombra politely turned away to other customer, providing him an angle of privacy, as much as possible in a crowded establishment.

"Hey. New faces in town?", Jesse raised his eyebrows and extented a hand, turning to a stranger.

"Jesse Mccree, nice to meet ya."

"That's--"

"Hanzo Shimada", said mysterious man, shaking his hand in response and allowing himself a modest smile. Confident and strong fingers - Mccree almost grinned. "My brother told me much about you, but seeing you in person is... another experience."

Across the pomegranate sour he felt a burst of red hot chili pepper, burning in his throat - he nearly coughed at the sudden taste, when looked into Hanzo's dark eyes.

Things were getting interesting.

"You told me you need a chef", dropped Genji innocently, interrupting improvised staring contest. Jesse shaked the stun off and nodded with quiet grunt. The drinks at "Peacekeeper" were top notch, but the clients prefered a little bite _with_ their liquors. The previous chef, Mako, went to the teleshow and surprisingly won a place in a much more respectable restaurant just a month ago - Jesse even had half a mind to call Ashe, the "Deadlock Confectionery" owner, and ask for a hand despite their previous conflicts. She would've helped, but not without her vinegar-bitter sarcasm and just a touch of marshmallow fondness. A little sickening mix.

"And you, I presume, have a candidate?"

Genji beamed again and did a jazz hands move towards Hanzo - the last one folded hands behind his back and a little shyly looked away.

"Five years ago I swore to never wield a kitchen blade again, but Genji has a way with words, when he wants to", explained he, while the youngest Shimada proudly straightened. "I actually send you my resume tonight."

Oh. Jesse didn't log in a corporative email in days.

As if remembering something, Hanzo rotated his shoulder.

"I also happened to have a Michelin Guide Star."

Half of the bar went completely quiet, including Sombra, Mei and even Hana, who was on a cleaning duty, poked her head into the hall.

Jesse never striked a deal so fast in his life.

And he never tasted so much pepper from one person.

***

Bar "Peacekeeper" was by all means a decent establishment: bright cocktails, nice music, attentive bartenders and surprisingly strict rules of "no brawls, no harassment, no shady business". That's why a good part of clients were not the usual bar people: barely-legal girls as much as women of near-climax age, and all sorts of members of LGBT+ community - no one was afraid for their security. Once you break the rules - you are banned from "Peacekeeper" forever.

And no decent human being would've wanted to be a person non-grata - to be in a High Noon list.

However, after a visit from brothers Shimada several months ago, things changed. Crowd became bigger, menu - prettier, and nice music was joined by a gorgeous scent of professional cooking, bringing saliva in hungry mounts and hefty numbers to the budget.

Pomegranate and spice were now Jesse's personal curse. Mooncycle was nearing new moon, so tastes were becoming stronger. When Hanzo was around (and it was pretty fair amount of time, Hanzo was a good listener and even better storyteller, and he smelled nice and had sharpest humor ever) Mccree could feel tight seeds bursting on his tongue, filling the heated void of his mouth. Wolf inside him wanted to taste it fully, to sink sharp teeth into burning flesh, to mark, to scent it onto himself, to reach the peak of sweetness.

Human was holding him down, but the wish to drink this affection up never fully vanished.

This night was not very crowded, so in the kitchen Hanzo was alone.

"So... five years?"

Hanzo turned away from the stove and looked at Mccree without fear, knowing his true nature - Genji has a way with words - quiet steps scaring him none.

"Yes, five years", Shimada turned to the counter, mistrust a mere glint in his eyes, and began to chop spinach. Mccree suddenly catched another note, almost non-existent. "It was... an incident between me and my brother. It was around one culinary award and... I turned his chef career down to shambles."

Jesse picked up that note: a dark chocolate, sweet just a little, refined treat for the dearest of people.

"After I reached a peak of my career, I saw my own loneliness", Hanzo a little abruptly shoved the spinach into a bowl and placed an onion on the desk. "As all of my accomplishments were turning to dust - I realised that without his support I was not the person I wanted to be."

The chocolate was melting, mixing with feathery light whipped egg whites - fondness and trembling worry in glinting eyes.

"I traveled all across the world, considering myself not ready to ask for forgiveness", whispered Hanzo under his breath, gaze dead on a desk, knife forgotten. "And he found me himself, offering it just like that. Just for a little help."

Jesse saw that defeat in slumped shoulders, heard that edging tremble in his voice and reacted immediately - pulled this mess of a feelings (mousse of a feelings) in a tight hug, allowing Hanzo Shimada, this proud warrior, to hide his face in a soft welcoming shoulder.

"I thought I lost him..."

"I know the feeling", whispered back Jesse, inhaling calming sweetness. Chocolate now was for him too - a precious gift for opportunity to talk, for opportunity to change his own fate.

After a few minutes Hanzo nodded and stepped out, hastily making himself presentable. Eyeliner was a little smudged, but the pomegranate was back, as well as the pepper. Notes of chocolate were surprisingly nice fitten into this wicked mix.

"Sorry--"

"It's nothin'."

"And thank you."

Jesse smiled and tipped an invisible hat. That was the nature of werewolves - all emotions on the palate and all the secrets after a single question.

Hanzo licked his lips. Jesse was suddenly and shamefully hot under the collar.

"You are always welcome."

***

At the new moon Jesse often took a day off. He almost never repressed his transformation - he did that a lot when he was younger. It was not healthy, to forbid his wolf a hunt in a nearby forest, to disallow a surge of restless energy to find a way out.

Today, however, was Valentine's Day.

The bar was full.

"We need more ice!"

"Coming!"

"Beer!"

"Blushing Bride for me and Bullet for my husband, please."

"White Russian!"

"Beer!"

"Did you bring me Old Fashioned?"

"El Diablo for me and Rusty Nail for my husband, punk."

"Beer!"

"Yo Jesse!"

Genji grinned from ear to ear, catching Jesse's attention. He passed the ice to Mei and turned to his guest.

"Business is booming, huh?" asked he, the little shit as he is. Jesse calmed his accelerated breath with a few gulps of fully stocked with tastes air.

"Yeah, much obliged", Mccree tipped his invisible hat again. The stetson was proudly hanged above the counter. "Did you really forgive your brother just because of me?"

Genji laughed and Jesse picked up these chocolate notes again - this time much sweeter, with a dash of bright matcha.

"Sorry, but you were just an excuse, really! I wanted to bring him back long ago! Well, it's not like he killed me or something!"

Jesse just shook his head, but smirked none the less. Brothers were brothers - they still not lost warm feelings towards each other.

"Anyway, I owe you one."

"Heh, that's simple", answered Genji cryptically, before flashing his eyes bright red. "Break his heart and I will chop you in half!"

Sometimes Jesse forgot, that Shimada is a werewolf too.

Wait.

"Is Hanzo--"

"Yeah! Sorry for not telling you earlier, I was hoping you will guess this yourself. Hey-y, can I have a Jack Sparrow while you are at it?"

***

"So... werewolves?"

Hanzo neatly folded his uniform on a kitchen counter and looked at the clock. Four at the morning. Nobody's in the building.

"I thought I was obvious enough", shrugged he, straightening himself. Jesse inhaled all the pepper, just to keep his wolf at bay. Restless energy surged through his muscles, intoxicating and wicked. "I am Shimada too, after all."

"So", Mccree waved his hand near his face. "The, the pomegranate and spice..."

"The chocolate too", nodded Hanzo, stepping closer and with absolute calm unsealing the buttons on Mccree's shirt. Jesse after a second of hesitation allowed that, placing both hands on a counter, trapping Hanzo between his body and a cold granite.

"This manipulation..."

"I didn't want it to be like that", whispered Hanzo, fingers restlessly petting and cupping Mccree gorgeous chest, soothing the beast under his skin. "But we both wanted it. I was, you... This--"

"Promise me one thing", interrupted Jesse, nose touching another. Shimada blinked from sudden gesture. "This is not one night stand, is it?"

A slap across the face was not the answer Jesse anticipated.

"Do I look like a common furry, lusting over every werewolf it sees?" hissed Hanzo in disgust. "Would I wait a few months just to jump on you? Would I talk my soul out if I did not trust you enough? I've seen enough of you, Jesse, to fall way past simple lust. And you?"

The next thing Jesse knew was taste of Hanzo's lips, warm and responsive; their bodies were tightly flushed together, hands wandering.

They were making a mess - tearing clothes away, roaring at each other, biting skin to the stars under eyelids, sharply inhaling, when their fingers closed around each other, tugging, tightening oh so sweetly; they kissed in a cloud of their own breath, swallowing each others noises, grunts and moans.

They ended up on a kitchen counter, panting hotly, basking in an afterglow of orgasm supernova - Jesse above, kissing pale bitten shoulder, Hanzo below, close-eyed, enjoying cool granite against his spine. The absense of response made him worry just before he picked the tastes again and calmed down.

Sour of green apples, coated in a tender sweet crust, with just a tinge of spicy cinnamon - taste that Hanzo would gladly drink and bask in.

After so many years of searching.

A water of love.

/Key: sweet - love, fondness, all things good enough; sour - worry for loved ones, for dear things in life, for true intentions; bitter - betrayal, sarcasm, grief; spice - deep desire, lust./

[northsideblaine-archive-blog]

WHEN: December 25th (mid-Christmas morning)

WHERE: Town center on a stage in front of the Riverdale Christmas tree

WHO: Blaine Anderson with heavy mentions of Darius Anderson ( @sshardassanderson )

WHAT: In true Blaine Anderson fashion, he has to make the grandest of gestures in front of everyone, during the busiest time of the morning with a lot of the town gathering in the town center.

WARNINGS: Twincest. Incest. Blaine Anderson grand gesture nonsense.

WORD COUNT: 1,766

The morning started out with Blaine and Dare, naked and tangled around each other in front of the fireplace after a long night of whispered ‘I love you’ between soft kisses and touches so powerful they could etch their fingerprints on each other’s soul.

The night before had been a rocky start compared to the calm and quiet night Blaine had planned. There was supposed to be cookies and festive drinking, the brother’s catching up on all the time they had missed together. Life had been pulling them apart lately, Dare busy with his duties as a leader and friend, Blaine with work, show choir and his interest in Jesse.

It wasn’t a lie that things with Jesse had been going really well. So well in fact that Blaine had entertained the hope and thought of maybe having a relationship with him. Something simple, where they could spend hours talking about musicals and dance -- watching old movies and going out on dates hand-in-hand with so much public displays of affection, it would make people sick. With Jesse, Blaine could have that kind of relationship he dreamed of with a man more amazing that he ever deserved.

But...

Standing there, in his kitchen, with Dare, things awkward and tense as they tried to pretend like they hadn’t been arguing not 24 hours before it dawned on Blaine that he would never have a normal relationship. He’ll never date a simple guy from a great family or have an easy life. Not when he was so wrapped up in his twin, that it was hard to know where one stopped and the other began.

Every moment of the day, there was always that thought in the back of his mind whispering about how much he’d rather be with Dare at that moment or where Dare was -- was he safe, was he alive, was he with someone else? The gnawing jealousy of the possibility that his brother was connecting his body to another person at any given moment was that fear pricking at the back of his neck, causing the hairs to always stand on end in anxiety.

Blaine had thought about bringing up the conversation, wanting them to finally put it all to rest but before he could even work up the courage to bring it up Dare’s phone started blowing up. Texts upon texts from Serpents and drama came pouring him causing Dare to pace the floor of the tiny apartment. A single reply he shot off was met with three incoming ones.

Blaine had been sure that Dare was going to bolt right out the door to fight the threat because that was what he did. He always protected and he always attacked threats. It had always been his way and as Blaine was getting older, he had to realize that he wasn’t the only one his twin would fight for. Their world was much larger now, filled with many more people who needed them. So, he had resigned himself to not throwing a tantrum, excepting Dare to make promises of quality time later.

Instead, however, Blaine was met with a surprise -- his twin had put his phone on silent, ignoring any further messages and turning to Blaine to ensure him that he wasn’t going anywhere, not this time. It shouldn’t have touched Blaine the way it did and it shouldn’t have caused his eyes to swell like it did but that simple action had broken the wall he had built up until it crumbled to pieces at Dare’s feet.

He didn’t hold back from kissing his brother, nor did he stop himself from tasting and savoring every part of the man he had been missing more than words could express. They loved each other slow and with purpose, making sure every kiss, caress and panted word of adoration was carved like a heart into the wood of a tree that even time couldn’t erase.

They loved each other deeply and furiously, first on the counter, the kitchen floor, the couch and finally the living room floor in front of the fire; neither upset that they never made it to the bedroom or that the neighbors could hear almost everything through the thin walls. Nothing else mattered but them, right there, in that moment, until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When morning finally came, with the cruel screeching of Blaine’s alarm they were reluctant to break apart. Neither wanted the lingering happiness of last night to end because there was never any certainty with them. Blaine would have rather spent the morning, tracing his fingers over his twin’s features and memorizing every scar, tattoo, and muscle that he already knew by heart. He didn’t want them any further than a breath’s length apart again but they had things to do.

Reluctantly, they got up and showered together and dressed together, finding moments to pause for a kiss, a brushing of hands or a simple embrace of one another excused by helping to fix a shirt or a straighten a bow tie. To be truthful, all the touching probably made what should have been an easy twenty-minute activity well over an hour, so now they were in a rush to get out of the house.

The Sister would be expecting Blaine, plus one, soon but there was always time for coffee and donuts for the children. At least that’s what Blaine said when he made Dare point the car towards the shops in the center of town, singing along to every cheesy Christmas jingle that came on the radio as loud as he could manage.

As they park, Blaine noticed the street crowded with friends and family gathered around the stage of Riverdale’s prized Christmas tree. The lightning ceremony had been less than festive but most people never let anything get in the way of their pep. Carolers and matures alike took turns on the mic, singing Christmas songs and filling the air with happiness. The biggest of smiles spread across Blaine’s face as he climbed out of the car and went to join his brother’s side. For a second, he almost forgot that they were in public as he went to grab his hand with enthusiasm as a four-year-old girl was singing to a boy he assumed was her crush.

It was then that Blaine had possibly the greatest epiphany of his life.

Bolting away from his brother without an explanation, Blaine ran towards the stage to talk to the P.A who nodded at him and gave him the thumbs up. The younger twin bounced on his heels in impatience as he waited for the current person on the stage to finish. But finally it was his turn and Blaine wasn’t sure if he was really ready but he was going to take that leap anyway.

Climbing a couple of stairs, he took the mic in hand and waited until his confused brother was in the crowd before swallowing every once of nervousness and silencing the voice that told him this was a mistake.

“H-Hey... I mean...” He cleared his throat. “Hi! I’m Blaine Anderson.. but some of you already knew that... heh...” God his bow tie was suddenly way too tight and it felt like he might pass out. Blaine was a performer, he never had stage fright but this moment... it was the biggest moment of his life. “Um... Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you’re all having a happy and wonderful time with the ones you love.” Silence from the crowd didn’t help him in the least bit, Blaine was even sure he could see a few people glaring at him because he had the audacity to be out in public with his father still in jail. “Anyway... I used to believe I was someone who wasn’t afraid of love or someone who worshipped love like a religion but I realized... this morning in fact... that I was wrong. I’ve been hiding from real, true, actual love for a very long time and I’ve been too afraid of what people would think that I chose to ignore how I felt rather than allow myself to be truly happy.” Pausing, he stopped and locked eyes with Dare in the crowd. “I’m not afraid anymore and I’m done hiding or pretending that I’m not in love. This isn’t a Christmas song but here is a song just for you.”

That was the cue for the PA to start the music and instantly the swell of instruments filled the space around them. “Never knew I could feel like this like I´ve never seen the sky before. I want to vanish inside your kiss --Every day I´m loving you more and more.” The nervousness was gone as he stared into his brother’s hazel eyes that mirrored his own and his smile grew wider. “ Telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring but I love you until the end of time. Come what may come what may.” His voice grew with emotion and intention as he took the mic with him, climbing down from the stage and walking towards his brother in the crowd until he was in front of him “I will love you until my dying day.” Blaine took Dare’s hand, ignoring every confused look or disgusted look of realization while he kept going. “ Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn´t seem such a waste. It all revolves around you. And there´s no mountain too high, no river too wide -- Sing out this song I´ll be there by your side.” Letting go of the mic in his hand, Blaine reached out to cup his brother’s hand in his hands pulling him in until their foreheads were touching. “Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide but I love you until the end of time. Oh, come what may, I will love you....”

The song hadn’t even finished before Blaine was pushing up on to the tip of his toes just enough to close the distance between their lips. Right then and there, in front of God and a good part of Riverdale to see, Blaine grabbed his brother’s coat and claimed Darius’s mouth in the deepest kiss he could to try to convey every ounce of his love. It was his declaration that no matter what happened after this, it was going to be them -- no hiding or acting like it was some shameful dirty secret to keep -- just love. Their love. Their way. Forever.

[vanilla107]

I thought we were best friends (Part 5)

She-ra Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Ao3

***************

It had been three months.

Three months since Catra had broken up with Adora. And she was still not over the blonde who had her heart. Catra had tried coming up with an apology for weeks but how was she supposed to apologize for the traumatic events she faced when Adora had gotten adopted?

Adora had left her.

If anything...Adora was the one who had to apologise, right? She wasn’t sorry for her emotions because they were valid.

Adora had made no contact with her whatsoever when she left the orphanage and it hurt her every single day but...saying that all she had felt was lust for Adora at Mystacor...that was incredibly harsh. It might’ve a little bit but she wasn’t lying about wanting to be with her.

Catra stared at the tv in the apartment, trying to focus on the movie she was watching but she never could.

All she could think about was Adora.

She was grateful for once that they did different majors. Adora majored in Sports Science whereas Catra majored in Politics. Catra eventually switched the tv off and decided to get a coffee from her favorite coffee shop. Maybe it would help her feel better.

“Scorpia, I’m going to the coffee shop! You want anything?” she yelled as she got her bag, wallet and keys.

“Yeah! A matcha latte would be great! I’ll meet you there!” Scorpia yelled back from the bathroom.

As she walked out the door she remembered the day that they had reconnected. When they had seen each other on the volleyball court that day of their match...it had been quite a moment for the two of them.

*******************

“Yo! Captain Catra, we are going to kill this season with you on our team!” one of Catra’s teammates said as they stretched their muscles in the changing room.

“We are going to beat those princesses today. They’ve had the trophy for too long!” Catra grinned and they huddled.

“Let’s go Horde!” they all shouted before walking to the sports hall.

The screams were loud as they stepped onto the court but they were deafening when the Princesses came on. Catra wasn’t surprised, it was the Princesses home game so naturally they had more supporters. Catra turned to face her opponents when she felt her breathing stop. The blonde hair, clear, determined blue eyes and the smile that could make flowers grow.

“Adora?” she asked and it felt like everything happened in slow motion.

Adora turned away from her teammate and her jaw dropped, “Catra?”

They seemed to stare at each other for hours but a sharp whistle broke through the air.

“Okay ladies! Let’s get this game going!” yelled one of the coaches and before either of them could say another word, the ball was in the air.

After an hour, the ball slammed down on the Princesses court and the Horde shrieked as they won their final point.

“Catra! Catra! Catra!” her team chanted as they picked her up and carried her back to the changing rooms.

Catra tried to get a good look of Adora but she was hugging her teammates and saying encouraging words to them. After a warm, refreshing shower, Catra walked out of Brightmoon High School and to the gravel parking lot with her team.

“We should totally get celebratory milkshakes guys!” said Kyle, their water boy, as they trekked across the car park.

“That sounds good-” Catra started but heard quick footsteps behind her and her reflexes kicked in, causing her to face her attacker but instead she saw the bluest eyes.

“Catra!”

She was hit with a heavy weight on her body and she stumbled before opening her eyes.

“Adora? It’s really you?” she whispered and Adora laughed.

Catra felt the overwhelming urge to push Adora off of her and scream.

Why are you so happy to see me when you never visited? Why are you acting like we’re still friends?

“Oh Catra, I’ve missed you so much!” she exclaimed hugging her harder and Catra felt her anger disappear.

“I...I missed you too,” she said softly and hugged her friend back.

Her ears twitched as she picked up a gasp from her teammates as well as Adora’s. The Princesses and The Horde were strict rivals in volleyball and it had been going on for years. Catra also wasn’t a hugger at all. So she could only imagine what her teammates were thinking when she accepted a hug not from any old person but from a Princess.

“Congratulations on your win! I’m looking forward to our next one but don’t be too cocky. We’ll definitely bring our A game!” Catra rolled her eyes but grinned.

“Get used to losing, Adora. It’s not going to be easy with me as Captain.”

Adora smiled but the competitive streak was gleaming in her eyes.

“Oh really? Well then, why don’t we meet up after school sometime? Maybe you can have some extra practice with me and get used to losing again,” she said with a wink.

Catra could feel the blush rising to her cheeks and she knew that she had to respond. Adora was teasing her and she damn well knew that she was doing it just to get a reaction out of Catra. She couldn’t look like a complete dork in front of her team, The Princesses and Adora.

So she did the next ballsy thing she could think of.

She took a step forward and kissed Adora lightly on the cheek. It was soft, lingering but Catra knew what she was doing. Adora smelt like her fresh pine scent, something that never changed. She could feel Adora freeze up and she was sure Kyle had fainted. She heard Adora gasp softly and she smirked as she leaned close to the shell of Adora's ear.

“Heh, nice try Adora but you’re going to have to try a lot harder to let my guard down. Anyway, I have some celebratory milkshakes to get with my team. Till next time,” she said smoothly.

Before she walked away, she felt Adora’s arm on her shoulder.

“Fine, if you want to play it like that,” Adora scoffed and turned Catra’s arm around so that her wrist was exposed.

Adora wrote her number down in a marker and she smiled as she finished. “When you’re done reaping your win, message me,” with that she winked and walked back to her teammates who began assaulting her with questions.

Catra knew she was going to get the same treatment so she mentally prepared herself as she turned around to face her team.

“Catra…? Are you going to explain-?” Lonnie asked as they turned away from the scene and began walking.

“She’s an old friend. Not a big deal but this will definitely make the matches a lot more interesting,” she smirked as the left the parking lot.

“But you- you kissed-?”

“Kyle, it was just a bit of friendly rivalry teasing.”

“That sounds ridiculous,” Lonnie annoyingly.

“Do you have a problem with how I run this team Lonnie? Or do you have something you want to say to all of us?” Catra glowered and that seemed to shut her up.

Afterwards the tension eventually lifted and they collapsed into friendly conversation and talking about the highlights of the game. Catra on the other hand, kept glancing at her arm to make sure Adora’s number was still there and not fading away.

She never wanted Adora to fade away from her life ever again.

****************************

Adora sat in her apartment drinking tea. It was a lot colder now and she made sure she bundled up. She looked out the window, the clouds grey but held no promise of rain.

Don’t worry Adora! You’ll get over Catra in no time!

Glimmer had said that exactly three months ago and she wished she could but nothing worked. She had tried clubbing, meeting new people, drinking so much that couldn’t remember what had happened the night before (Bow and Glimmer were there for her when she woke up and kept her from doing anything stupid at the club) as well as throwing herself into her studies. There was one thing she hadn’t tried but she knew it would end in disaster.

Dating.

Technically, Adora could date someone but she knew she wasn’t ready. She still cared deeply about Catra and she kept wondering back to the day that Catra had broken up with her.

“You left me, Adora. How was I supposed to ever believe you were going to be there for me, when you left when I needed you the most? I sent you letters! I snuck out and tried phoning you and you never visited. And you promised you would.”

Adora had tried to come up with ways to apologize but it all seemed futile.

How do you apologize for never contacting someone after four years?

She had faced her own set of problems when she had been adopted like getting used to her new family, going to Brightmoon High School and trying to fit in. Being an orphan all your life meant not really keeping up with the latest fashion and pop culture and Adora had made Adora an outcast for the first few days at school.

Eventually Perfuma came into her life and after helping Perfuma with saving her gardening club, they had become good friends. She then met Frosta and Mermista at the volleyball team tryouts and was ecstatic when they all made the team. Perfuma attended every volleyball game to support Adora. Adora then met Bow through archery club and they became friends quicky with Bow’s patience to teach Adora how to hit a bullseye. Spinnerella and Netossa where the Captains of the volleyball team and were the oldest. Adora saw them as mentors and they always treated the team after winning a game. Entrapta and Adora had briefly met but she transferred schools soon after. She began throwing herself into school and her new friends but she never forgot Catra. She did get her letters and she read them all but she would get side tracked with homework and volleyball practice.

That still wasn't a good excuse for never visiting.

Adora sighed and put her tea down on the coffee table in front of her and she pulled her legs to her body, making herself as small as possible. She felt tears in her eyes but she didn’t try to stop them.

“If only I had been a better friend. Why did I just abandon her like that?” Adora sniffed and buried her face into her knees, crying quietly.

“Adora! We’re home! We bought your favourite cookies-” Bow exclaimed, with Glimmer behind him, but then he stopped, seeing the state of his friend.

“Oh Adora,” Glimmer whispered and she took a seat next to her and hugged her. Bow took out the cookies from the shopping bag and sat down as well, trying to calm the crying girl.

“I’m sorry guys. I know it’s been months since the break up but I can’t just forget about Catra or our history. I want to talk to her so badly but everything I think of sounds pathetic!”

Glimmer looked down guiltily and Adora squeezed her friends hand.

“Stop, you know it’s not your fault that we broke up, right? If anything...it revealed a whole lot about Catra I didn’t know about. I...I don’t know if I ever would’ve known if you hadn’t punched Scorpia in the face...even if it wasn’t the best thing to do.”

“I know- it’s just...I feel like I made things ten times more difficult for you. Scorpia is...actually super nice.”

Adora and Bow looked at her in confusion.

“You...you met up with Scorpia?”

“Yeah, a few days ago actually...I wanted to apologize for punching her in the face. She was a little surprised that I wanted to meet up but we sorted it out. She’s...she really cares about Catra a lot…” Glimmer trailed off. “Turns out that I have really low alcohol tolerance and drank too much. I think running out into the cold after being at a hot club was what made me really sick and the hangover did not help. I was insecure about making friends and you were the first person I met here. I wanted to be a good friend after hearing about your break up...I wanted to protect you from Catra. She caused you so much hurt and I was angry that she didn’t seem to see it.”

“Scorpia...she didn’t poison you?”

“Oh goodness no! Scorpia would never do that!” Adora nodded and put her head on the back of the couch. “But...did you really have a crush on me?” Adora asked and Glimmer blushed.

“Yes...I did. And I was jealous of Catra and how well you two just clicked. But Bow helped me sort through my feelings. I knew you and Catra were inseparable and I never should’ve stuck my nose into your business.”

Adora nodded and laid her head on Glimmer’s shoulder. “I just wish I knew what to do. Or just to forget about it for a little while. Everything I try just makes me think of Catra.” she murmured and closed her eyes.

Glimmer and Bow shared a smile.

“Which is why we downloaded this app on your phone!”

Adora’s eyes snapped open and she stared her phone that Bow was dangling in front of her.

“You did what?”

“Adora, it’s not a dating app, we know you aren’t looking for anyone right now. It’s more of a meet up and talk app. Look we know you miss Catra but when was the last time you talked with Mermista after high school?” Bow smiled.

“Mermista is on the app?”

“Yeah! She wants to meet up with you for lunch today It’s already been arranged.”

“Guys…I’m not sure...” Adora mumbled.

“Adora, we understand you don’t want to necessarily talk to anyone right now but you’re going to evolve into a hermit crab if you spend another day in this apartment.” Adora looked at the app and scrolled through the messages that Mermista and Bow had exchanged. If anything, it just looked like a normal meetup. Nothing weird or trying to set her up with someone new.

“Okay fine. I’ll go but you two owe me for making a profile of me without my permission!”

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Adora shifted nervously in the both were she was meeting up with Mermista. Her iced tea was too sweet and she felt sweaty all over. She had arrived a few minutes early just to mentally prepare herself.

“Adora, long time no see,” Mermista’s velvety voice said as she slid into the opposite side of the booth. Mermista was a Marine Biologist major and went to the same university as Adora, it’s just that their campuses were quite a distance from each other and it was difficult to meet.

Mermista hadn’t changed much since high school, same chic style and ‘I don’t care’ attitude but she had gotten a nose ring, which Adora thought suited her personality.

“Hey Mermista! It’s been ages!” Adora said a little too loudly and Mermista blinked slowly.

“Yeah it has...what are you having it looks good.”

“Oh, iced tea! It’s really...sweet! Yeah....sweet!” Adora said and realized how awkward she was being trying to advertise her drink.

“Adora...are you okay?” the girl asked as she ordered her ice tea. The blonde was silent and she sighed heavily.

“I...I’m not. I’m sorry that you dragged yourself here to catch up-”

“Adora. It’s fine,” Mermista said with a rare look of concern.

“It...it is?”

“I know that you and Catra broke up and I...understand that you’re still healing. I...I know what you’re going through,” she said softly and realization clicked.

“Did...did you and Sea Hawk...?”

A waitress placed Mermista’s iced tea down and she took a long sip.

“Yeah. What’s funny is that he broke up with me. He said we needed space which is freaking weird since he was the one who couldn’t stop spending time around me when we started dating! I guess...I guess I became too possessive of him when we got to university. I understand his reasons for ending our relationship but…” Mermista trailed off and Adora saw tears in the dark girls eyes.

Sea Hawk and Mermista had been the power couple in high school. Everyone thought it was hilarious how he would try to do these huge acts of romance and Mermista would constantly reject him. Eventually, he saw no point in trying to be with her and stopped, making Mermista realize that she liked him and how he treated her (even if it was a bit much at sometimes). Mermista had asked all her friends to help her pull off a grand romantic gesture (which ended in disaster) but Sea Hawk had been brought to tears. They went out on their first date and had been together since then.

Hearing that they broke up...it pained Adora to see Mermista so sad even though she wasn’t one to show usually her emotions.

“I miss him. I think of him all the time,” she choked out.

Adora gently put her hand on top of Mermista’s and she gave the girl a small smile.

“Looks like we're in similar situations. How about we ditch this place and go for a walk on the beach? I know the sea helps you think.”

“No...not the beach...Sea Hawk took me there all the time. How about the park?”

“Uh...let’s not go there...Catra and I had most of our dates there.”

“Well shit, we can’t go anywhere without remembering our exes, huh?” Mermista laughed.

Adora felt her heart squeeze a little at the mention of the word ‘exes’ and she tried to not think too deeply about it.

“How about....mini golf? It’s not too expensive and it opened a few months back. We can go check it out!” Adora suggested hopefully.

“Hmmm, sounds tedious but...that’s what I need right now,” Mermista nodded, a small smile on her face.

The two of them walked out reminiscing of their high school days and laughing.

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Catra turned around from the cashier to watch Adora and Mermista leave, two coffee cups in her hand. She hadn’t heard any of their conversation but they had just left together, laughing.

No...it can’t be. Mermista...Mermista was dating Sea Hawk right? That goofy guy who sang sea shanties all the time. Wait, maybe they’re just friends? She seriously couldn’t be dating-?

She was trembling slightly and rushed to the bathrooms. She locked herself in a stall and tried to control her breathing.

“Has...has Adora...moved on?” she said whispered and felt her throat close.

She gasped and phoned Scorpia.

“Hey! I’m at the coffee shop! Where are you sitting?” Scorpia answered and Catra let out a strangled gasp, trying to get air into her lungs.

“Catra? Is everything okay?”

“No...no it’s not,” Catra managed to say before she cried. Her tears hitting the wooden bathroom floor and staining the floor, almost like how Adora had stained her heart.

[violetpenguin]

I don’t play losing games

Basically I am finally writing the begin of my fic. Please tell me if it is good, if it’s bad, if I should work on my grammar more ( which I DO but still need some pratice heh) Enjoy yourself !

“ And how do you think we will enter?” I asked. The city of Dubaï had just started her night. Dance clubs and parties had just begun to open. Loud bass was audible at long distance from any place. I should be with these people with my girlfriends. If had any.

“ Do you really think I would have wasted such a sexy dress all for not checking you out ?” Said Marcus, showing me two, probably stolen, IVC invitations. I nodded and gazed at the window. The limo was riding slowly due to the long line of fancy money people. Well having nice cars is cool but God was it annoying to wait 15 minutes only to get off a car. I huffed loudly. I was going to be a long night...

Once off the car I saw the sea of paparazzi in front of the hotel. How annoying, it will be a mess to just pass next to them. We aren’t known celebs, this morning I was taking my cat to the vet because he ate a toy. Marcus got of and offered me his arms. I took a grip. “  Are you ready Kravoushka ?” His white teeth shone in the camera flashes. His smiles and smirks looked incredibly fake and forced.I did my best to not show emotion as I looked ahead.” Let’s go. Let’s end this test as soon as possible.”

We passed successfully. Everything went smoothly and we weren't spotted yet. Yet. All those disgusting old assholes were lust after my butt. I hate this. I was wearing was an open back black tight fitting dress. Showing a little too much cleavage. Risa’s meaning of small is different from mine. I already have not boobs, like hers, why on earth did she give me such a dress? With black open stilettos. My hair were down and I had diamond earrings. All the expensive for 3 hours of mission. “Russian has really gotten rich huh ?”

I was a the buffet. The tables were full but none of what I liked was here. And I was hungry. I looked around to see if anyone had somethings good. When my gaze fell on a tall man on the other side of the table. He was handsome. Grey blue eyes and black slicked back hair. And a grey suit. He looked at me intently. He looked suspiciously at me. I smiled at him and left. Better keep a low profile in enemy fields.

I walked to Marcus who was discussing with plastic girls again. For the love of- couldn’t he concentrate ? I walked to him as fast as I could. Coming close to him I grabbed him by the shoulder. “Marcus !” He turned around slowly looking like he was about to kill me. Recognizing my face his face lightened up. It’s strange I thought he liked me ? But his drastic expressions are way too strange to ignore. “ We have to go catch the Sparrow Vladmir, remember ?” I told him sarcastically. I face twisted in a creepy smile. He leaned close to my face. Whispering in a low but alarmingly threatening voice: “Better go catch him then.”

“That’s what we should be doing now.” I told nonchalant. I had to suppress the weight that began slowly to grow in my stomach. I don’t like this. We were both send. Why would I have to find him as we already know he is in his 24/7 guarded suite. “ Go find him bring him in 35minutes at the helicopter floor. We will evacuate as fast as possible, after you catch him. Understood.” That wasn’t the fucking deal. “ Yes.” I murmured. I really began to hate this. I should be at home studying or in the army school and not fooling around because father wants me to become some damn spy. I love you father but sometimes you put to much on me.

A thunder of hand clapping had suddenly raise. And I looked above my shoulder. “ He’s nicknamed the King.” Began Marcus,” Eisuke Ichinomiya, CEO of the Ichinomiya group and member of the prestigious Japanese family. He’s only 29 and already millionaire.” He said in admiration. “Well when you have money and determination you can do anything. But the beauty inside is what counts...” I told. Not sure if it was to myself or anyone.

As I watched Mr. Ichinomiya descend the stairs, encircled by swooning plastic and circus make up women, I felt a warm breath on my left shoulder. “ This isn’t the world we live in Sumire. In this world you play and you become like him or you watch and you become like all those fuckers.” As I watched him walk we made eye contact. He was really handsome and doesn't seem real. Sadly pretty boy are either bad boys, have a different sexual orientation or are taken. Life is so much sadder when you grow up.

“ I will be going Marcus.” I told determinated. I gazed a last time at Mr. Ichinomiya, we caught each other again. I am ready to become a player in this world. But what and how much will it cost me ? I don’t care. I have the money, I have uncle Dimitri and Hausen, I have Dada and I am clever. I can make it. I will do it. And nobody is going to stop me. I f anyone tries, they’ll get bitten. As father told me: Tigers get close to their preys, but the preys do never touch the tiger. Because the tiger always bites first.

And even if I fail, I am young, rich and pretty. I might have no breast but I have a nice figure and an excellent fashion sense. But pretty isn’t everything. I am also intelligent or more clever. I still have difficulties to open a pickle jar... I will live in Siberia with my two cats and my dog alone. What’s the bad thing for wanting to live alone ? Lovbe is either a grace or a lethal poison. I also learnt the art of seduction and sex. No position or men will be able to resist me for long. Men are easy to decipher, almost like puzzles.

One piece is a secret or a feature. Each time he will give you a piece and each time you’ll place it in the right place he falls. And falls, into his own downfall. Believing you are his moon,sky and stars. He trusts you, he always wants you and wants you to be his. And when he learns he is none of all of this for you. He breaks and falls, discovers the game and how stupid he was for believing your smiles and lies. Like a snake in a nest, like a mouse in a house. You stole everything he thought was scared and secret. you intoxicated him with dreams and promises with giving or planning to give anything in return. If it wont be by love, I’ll manipulate him.

“ I don’t play losing games.”

Voilà, I needed a bad OC. Sumire isn’t a white or a black morrally oriented person. She’s a dark grey person. She isn’t fully bad, but she isn’t good either.

[kawaiibobatea-blog]

Chapter 04: Betrayal

All day, Papyrus had been sending him every which way to get stuff for the party tonight. Chips, dip, streamers, punch, etc. Sans hadn't asked why he didn't tell him to get all this at one time, but then again he didn't really care. His primary focus was keeping his brother happy. Other things had mattered to him at one time, but no more. It wasn't important anymore. She wasn't important anymore.

Like an old movie, his memories replayed at the grocery store. She had been standing there with that tall, blond human. Perfect from human standards. Tall, muscular, tan, all the things he wasn't or couldn't be. Another bitter smile formed on his face. He didn't care anymore, it was funny to pretend that he did. Yet, with every movement of his hand snaking around her waist in his memory, he found himself getting angrier. Now, he didn't know why.

"I hate you!"

He hasn't lied when he said that the feeling was mutual. He hated everything about her; her smile, her laugh, her clothes, her hair, face, clothes. He hated it all. Hated her personality and how she had reached out her hand to try and touch him. Without realizing it, he was scanning his bones for a burn.

Sighing, he adjusted the bags that were in his hands for what was probably the fifth time. It didn't matter what he thought or what she did. That was made abundantly clear. All he felt was anxiety and irritation that Papyrus had invited their friends to the house.

"I NOTICED YOU HAVE BEEN SAD LATELY, SANS, SO I BROUGHT EVERYONE TOGETHER TO MAKE YOU HAPPY!"

The innocence in Papyrus' eyes made his agitation dwindle down, like sand through fingers. His brother had good intentions, he always had. The younger skeleton didn't have a mean bone in his body. He was straight on good, even into his marrow.

A rip brought him from his thoughts and everything he had been holding in his bags had fallen from the bags; the strain having been too much for the flimsy plastic. He closed his sockets, looked up at the sky, and sighed. With hope, every sigh would expel some anger from his body at the day he was having.

When they were pooled at the end of the hill, he decided to walk down to gather it. Faced with everything he had bought, he was surprised the bags had lasted this long. He had bought more than he thought that he did. Kneeling down, he picked up as much as he could, stuffing some into his pockets to make sure he had to make as little trips as possible. He could always teleport back and forth, but he didn't feel like using that much magic right now.

Footsteps got closer, breaking into a run to make haste in his direction. He stopped instantly, the wound up streamers just barely in his pocket. "what do you want?" He asked when the footsteps had stopped right behind him.

"I SAW ALL THIS FALL AND BEING THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND AWESOME BROTHER THAT I AM, I CAME TO HELP!"

That... hadn't been the voice he was expecting. Not at all. "you're right paps," Sans began hoping to distract from the fact that he had been plain out rude to his brother. "could you help me?"

"OF COURSE! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND BEST BROTHER! IT SAYS SO ON THE SHIRT YOU GOT ME!"

True to his word, Papyrus began gathering the rest of the fallen items. Between the two of them, they had only made one trip. He put everything down on the counters and brushed off some crushed flowers and grass. Sans stopped when he heard his brother gasp.

"BROTHER! LOOK AT THAT!"

"the flowers?"

"THEY'RE SAD!"

"sad...?" Sans looked at the flowers. Indeed, they did look sad. Then again, that was probably because they were dead.

"YES! CAN'T YOU SEE?! THEY'RE SAD BECAUSE THEY WERE CRUSHED!"

"well... i'd be sad too." Sans said and smiled gently at his brother who gathered them up one by one.

"WE MUST GIVE THEM A PROPER BURIAL!"

This wasn't anything new. He walked outside with Paps and dug a small hole with his fingers, all the while Paps looked with sadness and tears gathering in his sockets. He made sure that the hole was big enough to fit all six flowers.

"there ya go, paps. go ahead and put them to rest."

"I AM SORRY THAT MY SPAGHETTI SAUCE AND MY CHIP SAUCE CRUSHED YOU!"

"that's called 'salsa', paps."

"NOT NOW BROTHER, CAN'T YOU SEE I'M IN MOURNING!"

"you're right. how rude of me."

"I'M GLAD YOU UNDERSTAND."

A few more words of regret and sadness and the flowers were laid in their makeshift grave next to a plethora of broken acorns and torn leaves they had buried a few days prior. Sans had tried to explain that it was fall and things like this were bound to happen, but he didn't listen. They had spent hours planting all of them, and had gotten lectured when Paps had found him raking the yard.

"are you ready to go back inside?"

"YES..." They had not so much as made it back inside when Papyrus spoke again. "DO YOU THINK THEY'LL FORGIVE ME?"

"i'm sure they're in flower heaven having a good time and that they're not mad at you."

"ARE YOU SURE?"

"of course, paps."

With a great sigh, and a somewhat hung skull, Papyrus went back into the kitchen. Of course, Sans followed. He patted his brother on the back gently.

"they wouldn't want you to be sad, paps. they'd want us to continue to celebrate the party that you were going to have."

That seemed to be all that he needed to hear, because Papyrus began moving quickly in the natural habitat that was the kitchen, getting everything that he needed. Although he had tried to help, Paps had fronted him off saying that he didn't want Sans to mess anything up. So, he was assigned the role of "taste tester".

Surpringly, he had only wanted to puke from the taste a couple of times before the pasta had graduated into something that was edible, and shockingly, had grown into something that was good; on an amateur level anyway.

"I HAVE NEWS."

"okay?"

"I AM GOING TO MAKE THAT THING THAT UNDYNE TOLD ME TO NEVER TRY."

"garlic bread?"

"YES! IT SOUNDS SO EXOTIC DOESN'T IT?"

"i'm sure it is."

"WHY WOULD UNDYNE TELL ME NOT TO MAKE IT! I AM MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS!"

Now in addition to taste tester, Sans was doubling as supervisor. Not wanting to hinder his brother's emotions since he had just had a flower funeral, he lied and said that he wanted to learn from Master Chef Papyrus. Thankfully, that would give him a good view just in case the oven caught on fire... again.

It was a little crispy, bordering on burnt. Although, to his shock, it wasn't completely inedible. While Papyrus continued to make small things he didn't need supervision for, Sans hung up the small streamers and decorations.

"I'M STILL SAD YOU DIDN'T GET IT."

"we can't play piñata in the house, paps."

"WHY?"

"last time we did that, i had to fix the wall and get a new tv."

"THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE JUMPED IN MY WAY."

Sans chuckled and one by one, the blue and orange streamers decorated the house. Blue wasn't a Halloween color, but Papyrus had specifically said he wanted blue. Who was he to argue?

"almost done, paps."

"OUR FRIENDS SHOULD BE GETTING HERE SOON! I TOLD THEM TO BE HERE AT 8."

"it just turned 8:01."

Papyrus gasped just as the doorbell rang. He dashed to the door and opened it, seeing Mettaton standing there, brandishing his now perfect and complete form.

"YOU'RE LATE!"

"CORRECTION DARLING!" Mettaton said, flipping his metallic hair. "FASHIONABLY LATE!"

"NO MATTER HOW LATE YOU ARE, YOU CAN'T BEAT ME IN FASHION! I AM A FASHIONISTA!"

"paps, fashionistas are women." Sans corrected. "but, you can be whatever you want to be."

"THEN I CHOOSE TO BE A FASHIONISTA!"

"NOW THAT THAT'S SETTLED," Mettaton came in and put the burritos that he had made on the table. "I BROUGHT YOUR FAVORITE BURRITOS!"

"YES! WELL DONE!"

Sans peeked outside and saw Napstablook still standing outside, with a plate balancing on his head. "you coming in?"

"........ oh. sorry...... i didn't want to intrude." Napstablook apologized. Sans made a mental note that his apology count was at 1.

After Napstablook came in, before Papyrus could close the door, Undyne and Alphys came inside the house with a cake.

"I AM GLAD YOU'RE HERE!" Papyrus said.

"Of course! I'm always where there's good food."

"SO OF COURSE YOU WOULD COME GO MASTER CHEF PAPYEUS' HOUSE! IT ONLY MAKES SENSE! NYEH HEH HEH!"

Sans had gotten done with the streamers and was putting up the spider web and spider decorations. Truth be told, he had forgotten that today was Halloween. It was their favorite holiday, so he didn't protest when he was requested to go get the decorations.

"Dearie, I find these decorations offensive." A small voice chimed from the doorway and Muffet came in with all six of her arms full of cakes, pastries, and other cavity inducing treats.

"WHAT? WHY?"

"If you wanted spider decorations, all you had to do was ask, hehe. My friends would have been happy to oblige."

"I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF THAT! NEXT YEAR!" Papyrus promised and helped Muffet put down the desserts.

Sans was informed that Toriel and Asgore wouldn't be coming considering that they had went out of town on a fourth honeymoon. It was alright, they needed time for themselves. He was about to go check on the oven for the additional garlic bread Papyrus was cooking before the doorbell rang.

"grillbs!" Sans smiled and welcomed his best friend in wholeheartedly. The fire elemental was excited and had brought a plethora of burgers and fries. Just behind Grillby was Jason with an arm snaked around her.

"Hey, Sans." She had begun. "We-"

Slam.

Sans shut the door in their face and turned around, seeing Grillby's disapproving glare. Papyrus came to the door and looked at Sans.

"I HEARD FRISK'S VOICE! WHAT HAPPENED?"

Ignoring Grillby's glare, Sans shrugged. "i think the door is broken. just slammed shut by itself."

"BROKEN?" Papyrus exclaimed and opened up the door and stared at a confused Jason and a slightly saddened Frisk. "THE DOOR'S BROKEN!"

"Oh, that explains it." Jason said.

"I AM GLAD YOU BROUGHT YOUR MAN FRIEND, FRISK!"

Anger. Betrayal. Nausea.

The two entered, and Sans made a point to move as far away from them as possible without drawing suspicions. "paps, mind if i invite someone?" He asked.

"YES! OF COURSE!"

Sans walked to the phone and dialed the number, a smirk on his face. This would be perfect.

[zebraslovescupcakestoo]

Golden eyes chapter 1

It was a lovely late night for a burglary. I was in one of the Grande Hotel Riche's suite for investigation which the crime took place that evening. The room itself was one of those that looked like a Victorian style and a bit of modern for convenience. I glanced at the window before I turned to my colleague. “Woody, my dear fellow, I think we can inform the Countess that we found out how the  Lavender Pearls were stolen and by whom.” My friend looked at me dumbfounded.  “Did ja really solved the theft case that easily, Felix? Cause the Chief will be flying off the handle at ya if you screw this up, ESPECIALLY when it comes to important guests like royalty.” “Yes I do understand, but I assure you, it's a bit unbelievable if I told you who are the culprits.”

Before he asked, our Chief came to visit, along with our robbed victim, Countess Violette. My Chief, Inspector Hank Blake, was my 40-something years old boss. The man's got brown eyes, a small, short, french moustache and has a few wrinkles in his face. He had a old fashioned bowler hat with a black ribbon and a stripped beige vest and brown pants.  The Countess Viollette, was probably in her late 20's, wavy, brown hair and green eyes. Did I forgot to mention she's obsessed with that colour purple? Her entire outfit, Vest, skirt, hat, glove and all just screamed that message. “Ah! Felix, my good men! I knew you were always on a crime scene for personal reason  but I'm surprised it doesn't involve the mafia this time.” He pronounced. “You look quite the charmer, better than what Mr. Inspector described, and here! Even Lilly adore you!” Countess Violette complimented.

I blankly glanced at the dog, a Beagle to be precised, was wagging her tail and tried to climb on me. I REALLY can't explain why, but most dogs are friendly to me and I'm not really a dog person.

“Down Lilly! Please! Do not disturb the man!” The woman ordered.

“No harm for a friendly dog, Milady, and for the burglary, I may have a plausible, yet unbelievable answer and our culprits identity.”I told her. “Well?” My chief asked.

“How about we start at the beginning so we can all be at the same page.” I suggested and my hand gestured at the empty glass case. We all stand in front of the case with a small hole on top of the glass case. “It was at 7:40 pm when our Countess was worried about her Beagle when she noticed her companion started barking in the lobby and rushed through the stairway. She was frantic at the door of this room and you hear an odd pitch and then a shattering sound, correct?”

The countess replied. “Yes, I called immediately the room services as I was rushing down. The manager has the spare key while I had my own, but I was terrified to unlock alone and when we opened the door, there was a broken window and the glass case with a circle cut right where my Lavender Pearls were.... It was a very lovely light shade of purple and I do love that colour very so...”

“Yeah, your belongings explained to us very well-oof!” Woody replied with an elbow 'bump' by the chief and a cough followed. “Please continue, Felix.” He ordered.

“R-right, umm... During that time you explained, our thief had a diamond on him to cut opened that glass panel and if  you looked closely at the broken-window...” I jested with my left hand. “You can see a crescent-like  line at the left side of the frame. It was almost unnoticeable until I saw a bit unusual. Normally, the cracked glass on the right are all straight or zig-zaged. But on the left, only a crescent line mark.”

Woody says with amazement. “Woah! You're right. Anybody would just assume it was just a break in with all of those cracks and totally missed THAT particular one.”

The Countess was excited. “Oooh! It's like one of those Nancy Drew books I read back in my private school for lecture classes!”

The chief looked at me with annoyance. “Continue, Please.” he replied.

I resumed. “Now speaking of which, I believed that there was where our second fellow waited for that diversion.”

“Wait a second, you telling us it's just a distraction?” Woody questioned and the chief followed. “And for what reason? Unless he's furious enough that he couldn't enter the same way as his partner did so he forced in the window-.”

I gave them my score. “One point for Woody, nil for our chief.” My chief raised an eye brow out of confusion. “I beg your pardon?”

Here's why: “My friend here was correct about that diversion of making us think it was a 'forced' robbery, but more of a cunning strategy for a clean getaway. As for the second , it wasn't that his partner wanted to enter the room, as I explained.”

Now he's baffled. “Then HOW did our thief entered this room, then? The windows were locked from the insides and the only entry was from that door. There was only two keys. The manager's and the Lady herself. Both had it on them when the time it took place.”

I bet you never did any field work at my age... “Is that so? I asked the owner of this establishment and he confirmed the was three keys. Both are exactly where you described and the third one is with the cleaning maid on duty tonight.”

Woody spoke. “So it's the-” “No, she's innocent. Our female police officers were in charge of rummaging woman’s personal for privacy. They detected no jewelry and she had an alibi. Our thieving character was using their staff's cleaning schedule for his and his partner’s advantage. Earlier that day, the lady opened the key to this room for cleaning in the afternoon. Our thief was hiding close to her and when she when inside, he snuck in and quietly wait for her to finish her duties and locked the door.” I clarified.

Our Countess was having fun, despite the situation.  “Astounding! How did he do it without being noticed?”

My chief sighed. “I'd say it's impossible. Even if he was small and an acrobatic, no human can do it without being detected!”

Heh! I think he hit the jackpot for once! “Perfect score, because he's NOT a human.”

Woody stared at me like I said something stupid. “Say what?” “Like the chief said, no human can accomplish this task even he's as small as a child. Unless-”

“A... monkey? Maybe?” Our countess thought. “Bravo, Countess. Your thief is indeed a trained monkey, to be more precised, a golden lion tamarin from Central America.” Thank God for those trips at the zoo. But the chief glared at me and said. “Preposterous! Is there any evidence to support your theory?”

I can do that only better. “There is and there's his long orange hair behind that flower pot in the corner over there. If my theory is corrected, our friend was hiding there until the evening. His accomplice gave him the signal, a high frequency whistle alerted him and at the same time, your dog. While he was cutting out the glass case that contained the necklace, the dog was alerting at the door. Once he attained the necklace the attempted to go out the window, but the accomplice thought other wise. He whistle again and this time,the thief hid on top of the chandelier, as suggested, there a couple of missing candles, is there not?”

We look up to the decoration, for conformation. “Then, our accomplice bust through the window without entering. Giving the impression it was a 'break in' and as the staff arrived, it was during the confusion that our agile little thief makes a quick getaway through the door that was locked.”

The Chief questioned still. “But Felix, how DID anyone, let alone in Chicago, gets a trained monkey?”

I turned to the Countess for the answer. “Milady, did you visit a Chinese circus during your stay? And was there cute animals?”  “Why yes!” she exclaimed with delight. “ There was a fascinating show with animals, including the darling monkeys. Some of them with an orange fur on their back with cute little vests.” Woody then smack a fist on his hand, indicating he's got the point. “So our culprit at that circus! Shall we have an arrest warrant, Sir?” The chief admitted his defeat. “I still doubt it's possible, but I'll have my trusted men to look with you. As for Felix, I think you might needed some rest. I did promised you off tomorrow until this incident occurred. You wanted to see your nephews right?”

I nodded. “That is correct. I did promised to attend their soccer practice in the afternoon, and I hardly have any time for them. I'd really like to spend time with them.” He nodded in return. “I understand. We'll take things from here and I'll call you when something's up.” “Thank you, chief and don't worry milady, we shall do our very best to find your necklace.”

“I am pleased and despite the event, I feel much better.” She said. Afterwards, I exited the room.

While I walk out from the Grande Hotel Riche to report at the police station, let me introduce myself. My name is Felix, Felix Lockheart. I'm a detective here in Chicago. My mission is to put a end to this endless mafia crime spree for the innocence and victims. Ha! I sounded like a superhero there, right? Anyways.....

This is the third robbery that involves necklaces.  

Just to recap from my notebook; The first was the case of the Emerald Snake. It was one of those streets where the new wealthy people rent their luxurious homes. That place looks like a small version of a mansion. That a bit unusual to me because the scene of the crime is much too tidy and there was no sign of force or pick-lock entry, even on the glass case itself, no sign of any kind. The robbed victim was Mr. Julian Vermelho. A well, successful business man who deals in the fresh fruits and vegetables, including transports of exotic plants, several flowers and herbs shops on the public image. The man was from a south American continent that I forgot the name to. He had the Latin gentlemen look: A boater hat, with a green ribbon. A forest green buttoned shirt underneath a lime green shirt and a very dark green pants. His skin was tan and he had slick, wavy black hair, a small mustache, brown eyes and boy oh boy did I ever see so many green than a whole vegetable chart in my life. Apart for Mr. Vermelho, there was only the butler, the housemaid, and the rottweiler whom was chained in his corner,  both are telling the truth of where they were in the kitchen at the time of the crime....

The second case is the Snowflake Diamonds. It didn't took long to find his address, considering it was only a few houses away. It was a very white mansion and it looked like a castle from those fairy tale except the garden was a bit neglected. This time it was a forced entry with an entrance that looked like someone ram a car through and judging by the glass case, it has seen  better days. The second Business man who was a CEO from that big company, the WHITE A.C.M.E,. is Mr. Blancheur. He had partially bald head which he keep underneath a white wig, and like the others, he had white all over his clothes and his house. THAT guy is a real piece of work! That 67 year old cotton swab was one of those cranky grandpas who over react on a tiny spec of common mistakes. He wasn't co-operating, he's very stingy of how we should investigate without touching. Obviously, did anyone mention him at least once that white things can easily be stained? This time it was a forced entry and judging by the glass case, it has seen  better days. There was no glass left untouched and presumably by a very large thug and he might have been in a hurry. Afterwards, he demanded to speak to the chief for the money.  Anyone care to guess who was the 'lucky' soul that had to deal with him and my chief? That right, THIS unlucky black cat! It was a nightmare to defused those two. The only thanks I got was from his white little poodle, Marcel.

But apart from the theft, they all had similar ties to that special exhibition for that jewelry show Kitiana, my girlfriend, really wanted to see at the end of the month.

Next to that, all three were competing at the dog show held in next weekend. I really don't think there's something worth noting but just in case, I marked it down if something comes up. I yawned after I finished writing that note. I should really get home otherwise I might accidentally take a cat nap in the middle of the game.

It was a bright day for a good soccer game at the school. I was in the good upper part of the spectators area that I can see my nephews. It's a bit of a long story, but I'm their guardian uncle who's taking care of them after a tragic accident that happened to my father. I wish I can tell you more of that but now is not the time. OH THERE IT GOES- “GOOOOOAL!!!” I can't believe it! My nephews won the game! Inky was the good player and Winky was the goalie. I guess they take it after me when I was at their age. I used to be a pretty darn good soccer player back in middle school and high school. At least until that faithful day... No no, Felix there was nothing you can do at that time. I need to be there for my nephews. I was very proud until something just had to show up of all days. A fancy black Cadillac pulled up from the parking lot indicates it's for a very special guest with whom I can guess from this familiar chauffeur.... Bendy De Mon himself with Boris Wolfenstein.  All my happy thoughts were gone in the thrash can whenever that demon shows up. Why? Cause I know he's the king of the Chicago mafias! I can't even lay a finger on him when he's out in public. According to my observation, he announced and giving out a donation support to the principle for the soccer team's upcoming tournament next month. 'It's just a facade for covering his “main” business.' My thoughts told me. Luckily for me, he was only there for a few minutes until he had to leave for his appointment with his animators.  My nephews came up to me and says:

“Uncle! Uncle! Did ya heard? We're getting new uniforms!” Inky exclaimed. “I can't wait for our next soccer game! Can you teach us more, please?” Winky begged me.

I sighed in defeat, but at least these two tried to lift my spirit. “Alright, but don't forget to do your homework once we're home, and help me dry the dishes.” “OK!” They both replied.

“TOP OF THE AFTERNOON! How's my favorite jazz cats doing?” Woody surprised us from behind he. “Uncle Woody!” They said in fusion.

I turned and glanced at my colleague and friend, Woody McPecker. He was my first friend when I started working at the police force. I can always count on him to keep a close eye on things when I'm working long hours. How he and I met well... That a story for another day... “So how's my favorite rascals doing? Staying out of trouble?” He asked them. “Uncle Woody! I did two goal!” Inky did a kicking pose. “And I blocked three!” Winky did a cross pose.

He chuckled a bit. “Sounds like yer uncle taught you well. If it was me, yall'd act like cows and be eatin' greens” We all laughed and played a bit. It was a great time for me to unwind until I go to work tomorrow....

And for good reason too.... The next day, Kitty barged in from my door and shoved this in my face----->>>

//// MISSING!!! FAMOUS SAPPHIRE COLLAR DISSAPERED OVERNIGHT!  /////

It was highly printed on the front line of this morning newspaper in. Kitty was upset. “I can't believe anyone can steal such a lovely necklace!Not only that, but the others famous jewels too! I wanted to go there for our girls only date but now, the show will get cancelled!” I tried to sugar coat it. “Calm down, I'm pretty sure we can figure something else we can do.”

“But it's the second time we had to take a rain check! First it's the creeps at the docks for suspects in an investigation now this! Normally, I'd say let's leave this to someone else who's better suited for this field but now this time, I'm not letting this one slide! I told our chief we'd both go as soon as you start so I'll be waiting in the car. Wait too long and I'll put spicy onion sardines and hot peppers in your next lunch.” Saying so, she left the building in a furious yet determined attitude. I really can't win an argument with her... That was Kitiana Katarina, Kitty Kat for shorts. She's my girlfriend since high school. You can tell she's quite a gal! I hardly knew any other girl who can wear cute dresses and beat up five jocks when they couldn't stop hitting on her friends. Despite her tomboyish and headstrong attitude, she's actually a sweet, bubbly, caring person who's been there when I'm having a tough time. She's also staying with me and my nephews cause she doesn't have a place but I made sure she has a spare room at mine cause 1. I wanted to respect her privacy. 2. I want to set an good example and 3. I'm a gentlemen at heart. YES, GO AHEAD AND LAUGH ALL YOU WANT! Just because chivalry's on the life line, it doesn't mean it's dead. Without further delay, I REALLY need to get going...

We've arrived at the Chicago Art Gallery, where that jewelry exhibition was supposed to be held. My first thing to do was to investigate at the huge main room where all the historical and new sellers would display their goods along with a built-in stage for the show. Once there, Kitty told me she'll be gathering some information for others, so that will leaves me with the main famous necklace itself; The Sapphire Collar.

I started with the rectangular case itself. There was a large, well-shaped hole at the top which tell me that either it was a very large piece of jewelry or our robber has large hands. I saw a thrash can and something's fishy in that bin. I reached in and grabbed what appeared to be a red cloth with some substance. There's also a familiar mark at the bottom corner but I can't place my fingers where I've seen it before... I've decided to put it in my evidence bag for analysis later. I've examined the other cases that were opened but... To be honest, I've ruled out for a large-handed culprit... some has small holes and some are just for show. Either way, this guy likes to play a game for us! Next on my agenda was to talk to the owner of this gallery, Mr. William Babera, who was with Kitty. He looks like he's in his 60's, has grey hair slicked back, a short beard and mustache.  He is almost the same height as I.

“Mr. William Babera, I assume?” I asked.

“Mr. Felix, I've heard a lot about your well known accomplishment. You make a fine example of a honest cop and ease our minds in this corrupted times.” He complimented me on our first impression? Hmmm...

“I thank you for the compliments but I cannot accomplish without help from my colleagues and friends. Tell me, can you describe me the night of the robbery? At the time from beginning to the end.” I might be over thinking it.

“From what I can get from the security cameras, there was a black out at 1 o'clock in the morning. There was no suspicious character around the building. I've only had my two security guards and a few of your own guarding inside and out for this special exhibition. I had both mine in the security office, one in the main hall, two for paroling the rest of the museum and two for outside. I believed that during the black out, the inside where all knocked out by sleeping gas that were cleverly disguised as toys. As there's proof in your lovely assistance possession.” He gestured at the unusual toys in a large bag. “Somehow, there were no sign of force entry or easy access. We locked them in and we only have tree keys to this place which only my Janitor, one of the officers, and myself.” He explained.

I put on my thinking cap. “Unusual, so during the black out, the toys released the knock out gas, and the culprit took his or her sweet time to take most of the jewelries, leaving a few and added some. Some of these holes are just for show.” “Your observation is quite correct.” He nodded.

“Mr. Babera, there's a question I wanted to ask. Why did they leave a few behind? Were they fake or they didn't like them?”  That's a good question, Kitty. “Ah, it's a bit humiliating but the remaining pieces are actually fakes or copies. They are just for show and our 'visitor' might knew about them if they were still here.” He replied honestly.

Odd. Did our suspect knew in advance or can detect the authentic? I asked. “May I asked who are sponsoring this show?”

“That would be the famous Disney Inc. They wished to display their first new collection along with a variety of famous treasures like the Sapphire collar. I'm pretty sure the recent news of other famous necklaces that were robbed has reached to your ears.”

“My friend actually DID investigate these cases! How did you know?” She asked.  “I read the newspapers, and his deduction were quite spot on even if it's a bit of talented ridiculousness solution.” He joked. I was not amused at the last part...

Kitty Giggles a bit. “So tell us, is there something special about the stolen necklaces or the Sapphire itself?”

“Ah, they all have a bit of history behind each stones which they will take a long time to tell all about them.” He said.

I decided to go with the main subject. “How about you tell us a bit about the Sapphire collar's history. I wanted to know more about it and why was it infamous.”

He then tells us. “The Sapphire was actually lend to us by China's representative. As for it's story, They told us that it was one of the archaeologist fellows who found it in a secret tomb during an excavation. It was just an unusual but a lovely piece of jewelry made for an empress, until it changes color when it was day or night. It's stones looked like any other ordinary sapphires in daylight, but it changes into a crimson red in the moonlight. Historians are still not sure it's origins, but it was such a discovery, even just the change of colors, it draws attention to anybody. To this day, no other jewelry or gemstones  can out shine nor came close to this unique piece even after a decade has passed. But now it is lost to a scoundrel. I believed that the necklace was worth at least five hundred thousands US dollars. Maybe it was the usual greed motive.” He then sighed.

“No need to be so glum, we shall do our best to find this missing Sapphire and plausibly the others.” I tried to assured.

“I do hope so, the exhibition will be delayed until at least the sapphire collar and most of the missing jewels are found.” He told us.

“Please rest assured that we will find them!” She added with a thumb up and the most cutest wink and tong out face. I so wanna cuddle her right now! No. Not now Felix, you're at work. I cleared my throat and say our goodbyes.

As we walked out of the place, I staggered a bit and Kitty replied “Felix! Are you alright? You looked pale.”

Yikes! “Please don't worry. I just feel light headed a bit from being-”

“FEEEEEEEEEELIX! KIIIIIIIIIITY! I GOT AN EMERGENCY FROM THE CHIEF!!!” We glanced in surprised when Woody was ridding his bicycle at full speed. It was fortunate he didn't tear up the road at that speed. “What's wrong?” Kitty asked, worried.

GAAAAAAASP! “DOG!” BREATHE “COUNTESS!” BREATHE “CHICKEN!”

My mind drew blank at the last one “.....what?”

Woody addressed himself once he catch his breath and said: “That Beagle dog of Count Violette gone missing!”

TO BE CONTINUED>>>> Chapter 2

This is my first FanFiction. 

I was inspired by Marini4′s Doushinji of Bendy before the Ink machine.

I wanted to write a parallel universe with Felix as the protagonist about a story before the ‘main’ one begins.

There will be cross overs here and there so I hope you’ll enjoy a little story.

BBTIM characters belongs to Marini4

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

Okay folks. this is it. part 1 of the final chapter

here we go.

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trial day 2?? oh yeah i forgot they split this game up in the worst, uneven way possible 

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wow that cutscene was

something alright

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wow datz actually managed to hold onto the snow globe. kudos?

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what the fuck

i think i heard it wrong but Dhurke’s objection sounds like an old man 

I'm pretty sure i heard it wrong 

missed the bass

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who was that no– oh Garananana

i guess she's gonna be the final boss instead huh

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im so tired i cant even snark properly 

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“is that kosher?”

i like it

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oh god

what.... what is she wearing 

i mean

fuckin

TALK about madonna-whore complex. oh yeah, time to turn super evil?? bear your midriff! show off dem tiddies! 

look, SOJ. theres only one bad bitch in ace attorney who can pull off floaty tendril hair, and its NOT ga’ran.

i cant believe i have to look at this train wreck for the rest of the trial

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“heh heh heh. its all coming back now. the feel of my blood pumping through my veins”

this is perhaps because youre actually moving now, your eminence.

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can we just dispense with the trial and have a good old fashioned anime fight? cmon apollo, spike up that hair and grab your BFS. 

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“meep”

WHATS WITH THE MEEPING

BONNY DID THAT TOO

SOJ ITS 2016 ...ACTUALLY ITS 2028 YOU HOLES

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everyone in the court: :O what??? whats wrong with rayfa??? why is she sad???

oh i dunno maybe because her fucking Father just got brutally murdered?? maybe??

what the fuck is up with SOJ characters being dumb as a bag of bricks when it comes to other peoples’ feelings regarding death of loved ones???

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phoenix: shits fucked, thats why?? apollo: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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“seems like she's worse off today than she was yesterday”

hey game you'd better not be implying any shit 

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“discipline”

soj

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alright, back after another longass break. i can do this.

( That’s oddly compassionate of him, all things considered )

I was about to defend Nahyuta because what kind of person wouldn’t try to spare a child from witnessing that kind of trauma... but then again, this is the Sadmad who purposefully tried to trigger someone into losing a trial so

(shrug emoji)

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grana’s gone into full HORHORHOR BITCH MODE 

partially I'm totally numb because i dont have any stakes in her newfound ebilness, and partially I'm tired of this weird new trend of child abuse in the new games 

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“Barbed head.”

oh my god 

the first person she goes to after realizing that her caretaker is gone is fucking Phoenix 

im gonna cry 

“ive been reduced to “royal robe remover”” NO NICK YOU’VE BEEN UPGRADED TO DAD BY SOMEONE WHO’S NOT YOU

( ‘It’s like she’s grooming Mr. Wright to be Nayna’s replacement’) 

I know this game is all about confusing bullshit for heartwarming moments and vice versa but guys 

good lord

my heart

i really needed that 

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(sigh) they really couldn’t get someone who sounded like a fucking 14 year old to do her voice?? really???

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rayfa: (looks like she's going to die and collapses)

apollo: this is not good...

gee apollo you really think so? 

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wait a fuking second 

we went through the whole dance cutscene and we’re not even going to see the pool??? does that mean the priestess has to be conscious and present for the images to be visible? ...and how does that work, anyway? 

i just realized, a medium could use a pool to see the dead, but how the hell could they project it for others to see?? does she literally open a portal to hell???

(sigh) i just regret sitting through that cutscene again

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“cabal of traitorous lawyers”

i love that

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(Seriously Dhurke? This is no laughing matter.)

this basically sums up Dhurke’s entire personality 

...yknow, i know what they were trying to do with his character– i really do. i know he’s supposed to come off as a dashing, cavalier rebel who laughs in the face of danger. 

but they overshot endearingly irreverent and ploughed straight into fuckwaddome. if you want a character to be charming, they need softer moments too. Dhurke isn’t a bad person, but he’s kind of an asshole when you get right down to it, and nothing so far is proving otherwise. 

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ok ive heard Dhurke’s Objection again and it doesn't sound like an old man– it just sounds about as overblown and ridiculous as Manfred von Karma’s (not to mention about as deep)

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LET DHURKE SAY BITCH

... i guess

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another perfect example of Dhurke being kind of a fuckwad: he keeps needling the queen and baiting her in ways that could get himself killed, which would be all fine and dandy if he were the brave resistance leader being tortured for information in the bowels of a dungeon.

...but here’s the thing.

IF YOU DIE, DHURKE, APOLLO AND PHOENIX DIE TOO. DID YOU FORGET ABOUT THE GODDAMN DC ACT? ITS NOT JUST YOUR DEAD ASS ON THE LINE HERE SO SHUT YOUR SASSY TRAP AND THINK ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN YOUR *AMAZING WIT* FOR ONCE.

you’ve got 2 extra lives on the line here.

...3 if my suspicions are correct.

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stop calling him son please you abandoned him in an orphanage and didnt contact him for 14 years.

...and if he can’t call you ‘dad’ you have no right to call him ‘son’

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coming back to this after ghost trick has convinced me that one of ga’ran’s lackeys miiiiiight be related to Cabanela, baby

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“Wright... I can see we are kindred spirits, you and I! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!!”

NO

NO 

NO

NO

FUCK YOU DHURKE 

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“It’s pretty easy to spot the difference between a soulless man and the soulless shell of a man”

ok that did get a laugh out of me, good job dhurke.

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apollo: pls dont get us killed dhurke: mmmm ok ill try but I'm not promising anything lol

://///

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“But remember, son, if you truly believe in me, you should be able to prove my innocence.”

do i even have to list how many reasons thats wrong and a shitty thing to say

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“Such Insolence”

You’ve been beat out, Not So Fast

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Ga’ran used Gust!

Apollo flinched and couldn’t move!

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“I could behead you at any time”

she's got a point; she’s a fucking despot, there’s no reason to actually hold a trial. i mean i guess she wants to shut up the rebels but just killing them would be a lot easier and its not like she has any qualms about murder

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“Aw shoot, ya got me.”

again, not an appropriate reaction for whats going on buddy

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lol get fucked kjudge

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DGFUFUS OH COOL

WE GOT GUILTY (excited cheers from the audience)

the applause and the shots of everyone with :O faces is making me feel like i just won a gameshow 

wheres my cheesy jingle 

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also i love how Dhurke’s like “oh shit!! my assholishness has directly resulted in my son’s death!!! did NOT see that coming!!!!!!!!!”

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again the sound mixing is drowning out the background music (sigh)

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“your benevolence? I’d be happy to lend an ear if you’d like to talk!”

>this is it, this is why he leaves the series guys. Apollo is too good for these sinful games.

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DAMNIT DHURKE, YOUR SHIT MOUTH IS RUBBING OFF ON YOUR SON

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hmm

we’ve got an april may here

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“Rayfa, I shall buy you a new servant”

so Kooraheen practices slavery..? I mean, she.... she said ‘buy’, not hire.

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“she would have left shoeprints”

do

do you know what evaporation is your malevolence 

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wait wait wait

that doesn't make any sense 

the only prints leading out are from Inga, but the prints inside the building are from Nayna? how did she avoid leaving prints leading inside, then?? did she just long-jump over the dirt path???

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the guards are not fanboying, apollo, they’re toadying. there’s a difference.

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apollo: maybe the place he was stabbed and the place he died were different 

(the game only continues after you carefully explain what dying of blood loss is three years later)

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to be completely fair, there are actually stories of people who were unaware of being stabbed 

furthermore, when you get stabbed, you’re not going to be the most rational human being on earth. 

phoenix, don’t give sadmad that point, especially when he’s currently assaulting your protege 

now, as i was saying, Apollo’s suggestion that Inga was stabbed in the back and then ran into the temple is perfectly plausible; running to shelter from an attacker is probably the first thing you’d want to do when injured, and the tomb was a pretty safe place, i’d wager. 

tbh i really don’t know why they’re arguing about him feeling the pain as that wouldn’t really impair his movement considering he was stabbed in a place that wouldn’t affect his ability to walk???

but yeah apparently he was doped up to shit so 

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...i highly doubt back pain medication is strong enough to negate a stab wound. on the other hand, if it is and your back pain is THAT intense, Inga, you need to see a fucking doctor pronto.

...yeah shots straight into the spine is one step away from surgery; not to be an asshole but I'm not sure Inga was doing so well anyway before he went 

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huh. are they really gonna give us an actual choosable choice to abandon Dhurke and save our own skin? Cause that would be interesting; a lot like the old games where you could “”choose”” to defend a client or not.

to be clear here, though, i wouldn't choose “no” even as much as i dislike dhurke. we know (sigh) that he’s innocent, and even if i dont like him it’s our duty to defend his shitty ass

OH HOLY FUCK

THERES THE CHOICE

wow. y’know SOJ, i dont much like you, but you fuckin Did That. well done.

also thank you for the Justice pun it is much appreciated.

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“And while I can’t say I’m used to it, this isn’t exactly my first rodeo”

FWHAT

>game flashes back to the Ahlbi case

DSKJFLS THIS IS LITERALLY THE “at second rodeo: this isn't my first rodeo” POST

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YES OK WE’VE SEEN THIS CUTSCENE TWICE NOW ALREADY

WE GET IT, RAYFAS GOT COLD FEET ABOUT BEING QUEEN

MAYAS IN THE GAME 

OK

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phoenix: allow me to mansplain how rayfa is feeling despite how fucking obvious it is. after all, we know our players have the mental and emotional capacity of goldfish!

oh hey mansplain is a legit word in the dictionary 

cool!

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why are they building this up?? just fucking tell Rayfa to do her stupid dance again and get on with it; we already did this at the beginning of the trial 

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“Hmm... Indeed. It would be problematic.”

ohohoooohohohhhihgjhgo

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oh her nails are actually tiny pen 

thats neat 

thank goodness Kooraheeneese is an up-and-down written language– otherwise they’d have to make a whole new animation for the english game teehee

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“....................But... Horn Head needs my help”

oh my heart

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dan she just straight up begone’d her 

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see the one thing that falls flat here is that, during a regular trial, the prosecution saying “oh, ok, have it your way; you can try to prove your theory” holds up a little more since they... you know. don’t have absolute power.

where as, with Garananana, its more like she's just a huge posturing pushover. especially since every other minute she's saying “ok, I'm gonna kill you for REAL now.”

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rayfa: b but if i fail you'll be killed!!! i dont get it...

apollo: i literally just finished explaining that I'm 100% ready to die for my shitty job that was like 5 minutes ago

it is sweet to see that he’s cheering her on though. good big bro 

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I'm finding small solace in this beautiful moment of “your foreign dad and bro are here for you babe reach for the stars”

Athena’s probably flashing a double thumbs up from the gallery too

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“But... I finally know now. I know in what I can trust”

Bobby, from the afterlife: YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE 

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Garan: What??? my tiny 14 year old daughter is going to do a thing i don’t want her to??? fuck there’s no way i can shut her up. not even with all of my large adult man guards who could easily just escort her out of the courtroom without any resistance because they’re my fucking royal guards and I'm the Queen

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oh shit she took off her own cape

im so glad i muted the game so her awful voice actress couldn’t ruin this cool moment

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and now as this long ass cutscene plays out again, i simply cannot help but wonder about the poor choir and how long they’ve been on standby 

where do they keep the choir during trials 

whats it like singing the dance of devotion song every trial 

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oh finally here we go. alright, lets see what the magic party pool has in store for us this time 

...o ...ok then

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OH! OH SHIT 

Inga’s face blind?!

Y’know I did have a few thoughts about that when we discovered his notebook but I didn’t think they’d actually go that route... though, thinking about it now, it is pretty convenient.

...ok everyone’s freaking out. maybe they’ve never heard of face-blindness? ...or maybe its not face blindness after all

im pretty sure it is though

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i dont know why but everyone being like FUCK ITS GOD and phoenix being like “whoops shits trippy now” made me laugh pretty hard

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ok i gotta say I'm actually a little invested now, even if its just because i think face-blindness is an interesting thing to incorporate into a murder case. again, a convenient thing, but an interesting thing all the same.

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ahh fuck i keep forgetting how the stupid seance works 

welp, there goes one of my souls... (sigh)

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..apollo you dont need to show her the picture of her dead father to say “he had a cell phone”.

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the voice was coming from INSIDE THE PHONE 

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RAYFA HAS A PET FROG????

WHAT

SHOW US THE FROG SOJ

SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG! 

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...why would Rayfa interpret the sound of the warbaa’d (something she’s familiar with) with a lion’s roar (something she’s unfamiliar with) ??

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oh i see thats why Vore Machine is an idiot 

for plot convenience 

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Datz Are’bal, a man who throws fire crackers at children.

...sounds like an are’bal guy.

bahdum-tshh

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“The joker who got a kick out of startling Ahlbi with his Dragon Snot Snaps”

...something tells me that if Datz found out about Youtube, he’d be one of those “””prank””” channels.

also WHY ARE THEY CALLED SNOT SNAPS

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

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“happy-go-lucky”

i think you mean vaguely sociopathic

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(sigh) ive finally been worn down to the point where i need a walkthrough. ive... been beaten...

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boy ahlbi’s just a font of knowledge isn't he 

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DID SHE JUST BREAK HER NAILS OFF

PLEASE SAY THOSE WERE STICK ONS

HOL SHIT

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MMMM LAY IT ON ME NICK

face blindness 

... i mean theyre not calling it that but thats what it is 

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yeah yeah channeling blah blah come on! youre in the LAND of channeling !

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shduhjahdjk

I'm picturing Inga running into his own dead body and flipping his shit 

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oh man. thats the end of Trail 2 part 1.

guess i’ll see you guys on the other side... heheh. 

[diamondsareapearlsbestfriend]

Sans/Toriel 30 Day OTP Challenge: Day Ten

AO3 | Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four | Day Five | Day Six | Day Seven | Day Eight | Day Nine

day ten: flustered

prompt: “Your OTP being flustered. It could be one member, it could be both.“

It was just a pie.

Sans had been over to Toriel's a ton of times – with Papyrus, on his own, for dinner, swapping joke books, helping Frisk with homework, whatever. Today wasn't any different; she'd been promising/threatening to teach him how to bake properly pretty much from the moment they met. Just because he might have accidentally developed some...complicated, possibly not 100% platonic feelings about Toriel, it didn't have to change anything. He hadn't screwed everything up yet, and anyway, it was probably just a phase, like that week he let Papyrus convince him that matching backwards baseball caps were a good idea. No big deal. And those couldn't be butterflies in his stomach when he thought about spending the day with her, because he didn't even have a stomach and if there were butterflies, they'd just fly out of his ribcage, so. No butterflies. No reason for anything to bug him – just two good buds, making baked goods. Sans smirked to himself at the unintentional becoming-a-poet-without-being-previously-aware-of-it, mentally filing it away to tell Toriel later as knocked on the door.

"Knock knock," he called through the door as usual.

"Come in! It's open!" came Frisk's cheerful response. Sans let himself in, sighing and shaking his head at them in (mostly) mock disappointment.

"Kid, you're supposed to ask 'who's there?' Kinda irresponsible to leave the door unlocked like that, don't you think? You know, there are some real weird types around here."

"I know, and most of them are our friends," Frisk pointed out, not incorrectly, without looking away from examining themselves in the hallway mirror. "Anyway, it's obviously you because no one else except Mom actually says "knock knock" when they knock." They grinned as they caught Sans' sockets in the mirror and spun around, striking a pose as he took in what they were wearing: an anime-style school blazer and skirt, topped off with a neon pink wig that almost came down to their knees and a matching pair of huge, fluffy cat ears.

"What do you think? Notice anything different?"

Sans cocked his head. "Hmm...nope, not getting it. Help meow-t here?"

Frisk groaned, burying their head in their hands to stifle a giggle. "That was pawful. Mom!" they yelled up the stairs. "Sans is here!"

"I will just be a few minutes!" Toriel called back. "Tell him to come in and make himself at home!"

"Come in and make yourself at home!" Frisk told him, enthusiastically if unnecessarily. Something buzzed, and they grabbed their phone from their blazer pocket, glancing down at it with concern. "Oops, I gotta go. Alphys will freak out if we're late to the convention – more than she is already, I mean. Tell Mom I'll be back for dinner! Wait, Sans, come here a sec –" Before he could blink, Frisk pulled off their cat ears and slipped the headband over the top of Sans' skull instead, holding out their phone with a triumphant smile. Sans played along, grinning and throwing up some bunny ears behind their head as the camera clicked.

"I'll send it to Mom later! Save me some pie, okay?" Frisk grabbed their ears back before they disappeared through the door in a pink whirlwind, leaving Sans alone in the hallway. He remembered Toriel had a thing about people moving stuff in the kitchen without her, so he hung back, looking at the pictures framing the walls while he waited. There was Toriel and Frisk smiling outside the school; a surprisingly good portrait of that kid with no arms with Frisk's signature scribbled underneath; a still life of some flowers that looked older, but it was hard to tell because they were yellow anyway. Sans was halfway up the stairs looking at them when he heard Toriel...singing? It was more like a soft hum, indecipherable but tuneful snatches of words, or maybe just noises, floating down the stairs, rising and swooping around a melody as soothingly beautiful as Toriel herself. Sans felt the smile on his face growing as he listened to her, and he found himself following the song the rest of the way up the stairs like the call of a Shyren.

"Tori?" It was coming from behind an old-fashioned wooden door; Sans hadn't been upstairs too many times, but he was pretty sure this was her room. He knocked, and the door creaked open. "Are you in –"

The song cut off in a sharp, startled bleat as Sans poked his head around the door and Toriel whirled around –wisps of fire magic dancing in the shower around her, pure white and very naked. She scrambled to cover herself with the shower curtain as Sans slammed the door so fast he barely avoiding taking his own skull off in the process.

"Sorry, Tori, sorry! I thought, uh, I mean, I didn't know you were..." The words tumbled out in an incoherent rush as he felt himself blushing so furiously he had to press a hand to his cheekbone to make sure he wasn't actually on fire, eyes still firmly shut even though there was a whole door between them now.

"No, no, Sans, please, it is not your – ah, silly me, I ought to have locked the door!" Toriel let out a shrill, nervous giggle, her voice rising to a pitch more audible to dogs. "I do apologise for keeping you waiting. I will just be a few minutes more, and then we can..."

"No, right, sure, yeah – you take your time, I'll just be, uh...stairs. Down. Downstairs." Sans cringed at his own incoherent babbling as he headed back down the stairs – seriously, what was he doing? He was supposed to be a lot more chill than this – if he'd walked in on anyone else, he'd just have shrugged it off or thought it was funny. It was funny, sort of, the kind of wacky misunderstanding that happened in those terrible MTT sitcoms Papyrus used to watch all day. Toriel was cool, they'd probably laugh about it later – or just never mention it again, he'd be cool with that too. 

"Hello, Sans!" True to her word, she reappeared barely a minute later, greeting him with a typically warm, though slightly apologetic smile. "Please do excuse the, ah, delay. I thought I had better find some suitable attire for baking." Instead of her royal robes, she was wearing a loose, flowing skirt and her #1 GOAT MOM shirt from Frisk that was maybe a size too small, but she always wore with pride anyway; her cheeks looked just a little pinker than usual, probably from her shower – not that Sans was still thinking about that, or at least he was sure he'd forget in, like, the next five minutes. "Anyway!" she beamed, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I trust you are ready for your..."

"...tu-Toriel?" Sans finished with her; he knew it was coming, but somehow it still hadn't gotten old, the way Toriel's eyes sparkled as she brayed with laughter and nodded approvingly.

"Ah, you are learning already!" she teased back, beckoning him into the kitchen with a twist of her head. "Come – take off your jacket, and we can get started. I mean..." Toriel hesitated for a moment as she caught Sans' sockets, a blush colouring her cheeks as she realised her accidental innuendo, "you do not have to take it off, of course, if you would prefer not to! But it will be easier without your clothes – I mean sleeves – in the way." 

"Heh." Sans grinned back at her, trying to shrug off any lingering awkwardness along with his hoodie, as he slung it over the back of a chair. "Sure, Tori, whatever you say – you're the boss."

"Wonderful." With a sweep of her hand, Toriel turned to the immaculately presented countertop, where all the ingredients were already precisely weighed and laid out in preparation. "In that case, let us begin! First we make the shell. Combine the flour, sugar and butter in that bowl, if you would be so kind."

Sans did as he was told, and they soon settled into a rhythm; it was weirdly soothing, pouring and mixing and breaking eggs while Toriel directed him, reading from the recipe and occasionally nodding and murmuring to herself as she studied his technique.

"Mm-hmm, yes, good...ah, I see." She paused, hovering over Sans' shoulder for a moment as he prodded ineffectively at the sticky mass in the bowl that had yet to turn into anything that looked like pastry with a wooden spoon. "May I?"

"Uh, sure...knock yourself out." Maybe it was all the stirring, but he was starting to feel very warm as Toriel leaned over him, removing the spoon before gently taking his hands and guiding them into the bowl, kneading and squeezing the mixture between their interlinked fingers.

"There, do you see?" she murmured, breath warm against the top of his spine as the dough began to form, soft and sticky under their hands. "Like this – it is a little messy, but do not be afraid to be firm with it. Feel your dough. After all, a good pastry is an essential foundation for the perfect pie – the backbone, one might even say!"

"Heh...right." Sans managed a weak chuckle, even though it was pretty difficult to concentrate on the dough with Toriel's body pressed against his back, the gentle vibration of her laughter through his bones; he could feel his cheekbones heating up as her fur inadvertently caressed his bare forearms, electricity like little pinpricks shooting all the way up his arms and straight to his soul. He wasn't even sure whether to be more relieved or disappointed when Toriel moved away, appraising their handiwork with a satisfied nod. 

"Much better! Now you can roll it out."

Sans scooped up the ball of dough, squishing it experimentally a few times before he laid it out on the countertop and picked up the rolling pin. He attempted to flatten it out, but the dough clung stubbornly first to his hands and then to the rolling pin, making it pretty much impossible to roll it into anything resembling pie-shape. 

"Ah, you may want to use some more flour for this part," Toriel offered, after a few moments watching him wrestle with the dough with her head cocked curiously to one side. "To stop it growing so...attached to you." She smiled and winked when Sans caught her eye, reaching for the flour bag. "Allow me..."

She sprinkled a generous helping of flour over the dough, dusting the countertop, the rolling pin and a little on the top of Sans' skull too, but he was more than okay with it as he flashed her a grateful smile in return. "Hey, you're right - that's a lot better. Thanks, Tori."

"You are most welcome, Sans – that is what I am here for!" She beamed like a proud teacher – which he supposed she was – as he rolled out the dough again and this time it actually stayed in place, enough for Sans to lift it carefully into the pie tin. He glanced back at Toriel for confirmation, who nodded encouragingly, so he started evening it out, pressing the dough with the tip of the rolling pin and his fingers - messily but firmly - as far into the crimped edges as it would go, like the recipe said. Toriel was quiet for a few moments, giving him space to work until Sans stepped back to take a look and she leaned in expectantly.

"Does that look okay to you?" 

"Wonderful!" Toriel clasped her hands together, her eyes lighting up with delight as she looked over his shoulder. "That looks to me like a fine dough indeed. I do believe it is ready for the oven – would you like to do the honours?"

"Don't mind if I dough." It wasn't his best joke, but Toriel still giggled as she made a show of opening the oven door for him; Sans had to admit he never expected to get this excited about pastry, but her enthusiasm was infectious and he could feel himself grinning too, weirdly honoured as he slid the pie carefully into the oven.

"Usually, I would add a touch of fire magic at this point," Toriel added as they closed the door together. "But sometimes it is nice to do things the traditional way, is it not?"

"Sure, traditional is good." Sans agreed as he glanced up from the oven and into her eyes; there was a smudge of flour across her nose, and it made him smile. "Hey, Tori – you, uh, you got something there..."

"Hmm?" Toriel blinked, her crimson eyes widening as Sans reached up, edging forwards onto his tiptoes just a little. She lowered her head to meet him, and the slightest hint of pink seemed to bloom across her now extra-white cheeks as Sans gently brushed his thumb across her nose, making her scrunch it up in an almost unfairly adorable way that made him want to do it again, and again.

"Got it."

"Oh! I see. Thank you." Toriel straightened up, but there was a mischievous edge to her smile, a sudden glint in her eye that was somehow simultaneously alarming and exciting (alarmingly exciting?) – and then she reached out and patted the top of his head, deliberately dusting off the flour and dough debris on her hands. "How rude of me. I suppose I ought to share?"

"Oh – okay, you wanna go?" Sans asked, any attempt at sounding tough probably undermined by the fact that he was laughing too as he shook the sticky flakes of dough from his skull. "Fine, if that's how it is – but I gotta warn ya, Tori, you might be about to have a -"

A blizzard of flour hit Sans right between the sockets before he could finish, and then it was on, both of them shrieking and snorting with laughter as they hurled any and all available foodstuffs across the kitchen at each other like they were Frisk's age. Toriel wielded her flour bag like some kind of snow queen, casting merciless flurries into the air and coating everything in her path, while Sans grabbed whatever he could to defend himself – sugar, cinnamon, the sticky globs of dough still clinging to his hands – until they ended up in a kind of standoff, backed against the counter. Sans was pretty sure he'd got her with a conveniently placed tub of cocoa when she dropped the flour and hurriedly bent down to pick it up – but she somehow slipped past with ninja-fast reflexes before he could touch her, neatly reversing their positions as she caught both of his hands in one of hers, not roughly enough to hurt but effortlessly rendering him helpless as she pinned him back against the counter.

"Oh my – I am sorry," she crowed, a blatant lie going by the triumphant smirk playing on her lips as she dangled the flour bag threateningly just above Sans' head with her other hand, "but what was that you were saying about a bad time...?"

"Okay, okay..." Sans knew she wouldn't actually dump the whole thing on him – even if she was that cruel, it'd be a terrible waste – but he squirmed ineffectively in her grip anyway, because damn, she was strong. She could probably snap him in half if she wanted to, and that...probably shouldn't have been stirring up as many feelings as it was when he caught Toriel's eye, both of them flushed, laughing and panting, "you win, I surrender, uncle. I'll do anything you say – just, please, no more flour."

“Hmm, I thought so.” Toriel released him, smoothing down her skirt and trying to sound stern, but she still had a twinkle in her eye as she glanced around at the state of her kitchen. “Very well, enough of this – we still have a pie to complete, do we not? The work has barely begun!”

She wasn't kidding about that, as they spent the rest of the afternoon dashing between pots of ominously bubbling cream and caramel, pouring and stirring and whisking frantically under Toriel's guidance: "Hmm, that looks a little lumpy. Try raising the heat – not too much, it will burn! Ah, perhaps leave this to me, you can start mixing the eggs over there...you do not think it is supposed to look like that? Well, try tasting it – with a spoon, Sans. You did remember to separate all the yolks, yes? What is that on the floor...?"

But despite being dangerously close to hard work, when Sans pulled out the pie wearing Toriel's way-too-big oven gloves, it was worth it. Because even the delicious aroma of butterscotch wafting temptingly through the room couldn't compete with the way Toriel's face lit up as he revealed their masterpiece, her fangs gleaming as she broke into a wide, dazzling smile.

"Oh my goodness, it looks perfect! Such a lovely colour – a little burn is fine, it adds character  – and a very nice rise. And that smell! Mmm, I can hardly wait to taste it!" Toriel licked her lips as she threw an arm around Sans' shoulders, pulling him into a celebratory hug. "Well done, Sans! Truly, I am impressed with your progress."

"Heh...thanks, Tori." He grinned up at her, flushing a little with pride despite the automatic instinct to shrug off the compliment. "It's not bad, huh? I mean, you helped a lot, but –"

"Oh, nonsense – do not be modest," she interrupted, fondly but firmly, giving him a playful squeeze before they separated and she moved onto collecting the various pots and bowls scattered across the countertop. "You should be proud of yourself. I must admit," she continued, piling them into the sink, "when Papyrus told me about your...first attempt at baking, I was surprised. I did recall you asking for the recipe, but somehow, I did not expect you to be interested in this type of thing."

"You mean the infamous sweet quiche?" Sans met her eyes with a wry smile as he joined her, picking up a few spoons and dropping them into the sink. “Yeah, I know –guess I was finally ready for a change from Grillby's every night. That and, well, Paps always cooks for us, even if it isn't the most...edible – but he tries, y'know? Always has. So I guess I thought maybe it was time to start pulling my weight, too. Make us something nice every once in a while.”

“How sweet.” Toriel glanced over at him, smiling with big, soft eyes that made him a little weak at the patellas. “Well, you have certainly made us something nice, and I do not doubt there will be many more where that came from – if you wish to continue learning, of course. But, for now...” She paused, quickly drying her hands on a tea towel while casting a hopeful look back at the pie. “I would say you have earned a little break, have you not?”

“You saw right through me, Tori.” Sans pulled up a chair, grinning as Toriel eagerly placed two plates on the table and went to bring the pie over – because yeah, of course he wanted to make something nice for Papyrus, But maybe he'd also kind of always wanted to make Toriel proud of him, even back in Snowdin when she was just a mysterious voice behind a door. He wanted to tell her he'd tried her recipe, just to hear what she'd say; back then, obviously, he never thought he'd get to bake it with her, and that it'd be better than anything he imagined, watching Toriel cut the pie into near-perfect triangles with as much care and precision as she took over everything as he sat with his jaw resting on his hand and a warm, fuzzy feeling growing in his soul, so sweet and strong he had to glance down to make sure it wasn't actually glowing through his t-shirt just before Toriel looked up and caught his sockets.

"What are you smiling at?" she asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow but smiling too as she slid a generous portion onto both of their plates.

Sans resisted the temptation to point out that technically he was always smiling, even if he was pretty sure he hadn't actually smiled like this in a long time. "Just the, uh...the pie. It's a great pie. Great lesson, Tori. I really feel like I've learned a lot.”

“If you say so.” Toriel let out a soft chuckle, a little bemused but fond as she dug into the pie. She was so perfect, closing her eyes and sighing in bliss as she took her first bite, and Sans couldn't have wiped the grin from his face if he'd tried, as a heavenly chorus of butterscotch and cinnamon melted in his mouth and he knew for sure – if he didn't already – that he was so, so boned.

But he didn't even care any more, because this – this was so, so worth it.

[stetervault]

Do you have any recommendations were Stiles and Peter get married?

I do! Here’s a bunch - there’s arranged marriage, fake marriage, getting married, and married life.

I’ll Meet You Here by predictaslash

But Stiles can’t really savor it as much as he would like mostly because his heart feels like it might start hurting soon. “Oh. OH. You were joking. Me, too, heh. What a jokester I am.”

AKA, An Entirely Too Decent Proposal

stone/sponge by 1001cranes

Peter has a taste for the all-consuming; he doesn’t find it at all strange to be in the minor percentage of werewolves who have mates.

A welcome arrow by 1001cranes

The wedding is small and grim, because Stiles is being carted off to parts unknown, married to a thirty-something year old dude who wants to marry a seventeen year old dude - totally not creepy at all.

i can’t make you love me by nezstorm

She agreed to it. Of course she did.

She couldn’t imagine saying no when it was her mother’s life on the line.

A Matter of Chance by 1001cranes

“I’m going to offer for the Stilinski boy,” Peter announces at breakfast one morning.

Greenberg drops the entire pot of hot chocolate.

Anchor by ladyoneill

After the sacrifice and committing to becoming Scott’s Emissary, Stiles begins to suffer the effects of the Nemeton to the point that it becomes so dangerous he needs a physical and emotional anchor or he might just destroy the world. It has to be a werewolf, more importantly one with the age and experience to help him control his wild emotions and bring him back into balance. There’s really only one choice.

Of old beasts and new gods by ToyBoxOfSuz

Peter Hale is a warlord who rebelled and conquered the Stilinski Kingdom. He demands to be wed to the crownprince: Stiles Stilinski and become the king. After five years of war… Stiles accepts.

Sometimes You Get So Lonely by GiggleSnortBangDead

Peter’s nineteen when he’s engaged to an infant.

you and me are the lucky ones by Sang_argente

“Alpha McCall, it seems like there’s only one way to settle this alliance then.”

“You’re right,” Scott replied. “Stiles and Peter will tie our packs by marriage.”

“Wonderful. Shall we set the wedding for this time next month?” Talia asked.

“Agreed.”

If you want a partner (take my hand) by WritersAreLiars

Peter is fifteen years old when he is offered up to solidify the Hale-Stilinski alliance. He’ll need to wait sixteen more before his promised will be of an age to wed.

The Husbands Hoax by veterization

Stiles and Peter pretend to be married For Survival.

Mates, Apparently by migratoryslashfan

Peter has something very important to tell Stiles.

Supreme Marriage Plan by RebaK1tten

Love Wins by Kkaepsongiya

They laid there for a while, wrapped around each other and lazily kissing as they enjoyed their new relationship status. Stiles admired the addition to his ring finger, loving the added weight. He was going to get married to the love of his life.

And now, nobody could stop them.

Skin Memories by Mysenia

Peter loves Stiles’ hands but most especially his left one.

Peter and Stiles Are Getting Married by Guede

The wedding is actually not the main event here. Or, Lydia is planning that, obviously, but…pretty much everybody else has plans, too. Including Stiles and Peter.

In Sheep’s Clothing by Twisted_Mind

“The problem is Derek,” he began.

Cora snorted in a particularly unladylike fashion. “When isn’t it?”

He turned serious eyes on her. “Unfortunately, in this case, Derek has also caused trouble for our family, as well as young Miss Stilinski.”

At that, Cora’s features sharpened, and she leaned forward. “What’s he done now, and what do we need to do about it?”

Peter huffed. “He bedded his intended, and if he had merely done so, we’d have precious little trouble on our hands, for he’s hardly the first to take his wife-to-be to bed before the wedding.”

“I’m not going to like what I hear next, am I?”

“You’re going to positively hate it.“

The Marriage of Stiles Stilinski and Peter Hale by Triangulum

Stiles thinks of those blue eyes of his, thinks of the possibility of him hunting down the two hunters, of shredding them. She has no doubt in her mind.

“I am not in danger from him. I want this,” Stiles says.

Her father sighs and she knows he’s given in. She will not be married to Derek Hale, but to Peter.

OR

A horribly historically inaccurate AU where Stiles is betrothed to Derek Hale, but meets his uncle Peter…

When It All Falls Apart by Peter Hale (SebastianVael)

Stiles doesn’t know what to do.

He’s on the verge of losing everything in the divorce, on the verge of breaking down. He hates himself, hates what he is, what he’s not. He has no husband, no alpha, no mate. He’s about to lose his mind, and he has no hope.

His mother used to tell him; when you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way out is up. But what’s the point in trying to climb out of Hell, when the Devil’s waiting for you with an army of lawyers?

And with his heat just around the corner, Stiles doesn’t think he has anything left to give. He needs a miracle.

He just didn’t figure his miracle would wear Alexander Amosu and fight his battles with a smirk that could kick-start the apocalypse.

Flickers Between Radio Silence by mia6363

Talia,” Peter spoke without taking his eyes off his niece, “I’ll do it. I doubt it matters to them who the candidate is. Any warm body should do.”

Snowy Scales by TriscuitsandSoup

A merman and a snowstorm was a strange combination, but somehow they just seemed to work.

A Not Very by the Book Wedding by LadyArinn

Peter and Stiles get married, and it goes as well as it can. There’s only a little crying.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he’ll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He’s not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn’t really mind.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

Domestic Bliss by moonstalker24

Stiles and Peter Stilinski-Hale through the years. Ace!fic all the way.

Utterly Appropriate by wynnebat

There’s only one person whom Stiles would marry, and whoever has asked for her hand isn’t on that list.

IBDC: Teen Wolf by moonstalker24

Chapter 14

Fem!Stiles, Royalty!AU

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by ladypigswagon

In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

Three absolutes.

Domestic Happiness, Thou Only Bliss Of Paradise That Hath Survived The Fall byladypigswagon

Stiles isn’t quite sure how this happened. He certainly doesn’t remember volunteering for this particular mission and yet here he is, playing house with Peter Hale of all people. White picket fence, yellow front door, mailbox with their names on it. It’s incredibly surreal.

Stiles isn’t sure how they’re going to successfully pull off a newlywed couple either. Just because he’s finally grown into his body and isn’t a gangly youth anymore doesn’t mean that he looks old enough to pull this off. He’s 24, barely out of Hogwarts (Deaton always sighs heavily when Stiles refers to his emissary training as Hogwarts) and he’s now fake married to Peter because they are the only single members of the pack. Stiles thinks that because they were the only single members that the job should have been fobbed off to one of them but apparently not. Apparently Stiles status as a spark means he’s the only one who can defeat the siren. Deaton had said something cryptic about werewolves being too easily influenced by high pitch frequencies. Something like that. Basically Stiles is the chosen one.