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October 11, 2022

Nightly RP Horseman Part 4

Donna

tossing and turning unable to get comfy!

Cassie

running In mommy! Mom!!! Mom!! WAKE UPPPPPPP shaking mommy

Donna

Ahhhh! Good gravy!!!! Cassandra…. What is wrong???? sitting up slightly

Cassie

You, we, the bunker you have to get there now ! DADDY IS GOING TO KILL AUNTIE Charlie!!

Donna

oh baby I sit up all the way come sit down princess!

Cassie

Mommy there’s no time! Daddy is going to kill her

Donna

I take her hand! your father is very angry. Pissed! There has been fights … and really It comes down to Charlie actually shot me! I almost died, thank God your father was right there and saved me!!! trying not say she deserved it but!

Cassie

Mom! It’s not what you think . She didn’t want to it was …..

Donna

Daddy is defending me… What????

Cassie

It’s…..there was a change in the universe what auntie Charlie was because if the horseman, war, she tried to fight him but we can all feel him

Donna

The what… who, war??? I kick off the blankets! we have to get there now!!! …. calls downstairs! MISSY!!!!

Missy

Yes mom??! running up into your room

Donna

You’re in charge! Watch over your brothers and sisters! Get Evie to help you! Cassie! I loop her small arm! Bunker, now! Let’s go!

Cassie

holding on your mom we vanish

Gabe

slamming Charlie down on the table again furious

Sam

Gabe! Stop it, you’re killing her!

Charlie

feeling the slams over and over

Meg

pulling my out and bringing it up in a flash at Sam’s throat can it Sam! Charlie brought this on herself by what she did! remembering Donna, and the baby

Sam

Feeling the sting of the blade at my throat, I hold perfectly still.

Ruby

Seeing Meg with the knife at Sam’s throat, everything suddenly has a red tinge to it. Without thinking, I throw out my arm, sending a blast of telekinetic energy at Meg that wraps around her throat and lifts her off the ground. Unless you want me to kill you and send you back to hell in pieces, I’d watch what you’re doing!

Sam

Watching Ruby take care of Meg; I couldn’t help but feel a little pride. Ruby had sure become a Team member over the last few months.

Meg

trying to breath, lifting my arm toward the space Cass had occupied a moment before

Ruby

Watching Meg, I warn her Watch it Bitch! You’re outmanned and outgunned!

Bela

laughs watching the demon fight, i wrap an arm around Crowley staying out of the way oh hell yeah wonder who will come out on top in this black eyeyed bitch fight?

Meg

laughing as much as I can, my chest heaving

Ruby

Mildly confused at Meg, What’s so funny?

Meg

smiling maliciously, I point behind ruby. Winking

Cass

silently appearing behind I put my hand out

Alex

YO!!!! GUYS! STOP IT!!!!!

Crowley

I smirk watching everyone fight, while sarcastically saying No.... please.....stop....... My eyes glow with excitement while watching the fighting.

Patience

shaking my head at Crowley. You idiot what the hell are you doing egging them on like that

Crowley

I roll my eyes at Patience I'm a demon darling. Chaos and carnage is kind of our forte.

Henry

Dad, please stop you’re going to kill her begs for him to stop

Gabe

She asked for this , THIS IS GET FAULT WITH WHAT SHE DID AND YOUD FORGIVE HER ?

Sam

Gabe, you’re wrong. This was my doing! Not Charlie’s… mine.

Gabe

turning oh trust me I haven’t forgotten you and you black eyed wet dream Samuel! If you were smart you’d take her and hide as long as you can

Alex

Cover my mouth PLEASE DON’T!! Feel scared

Sam

At Gabe’s obvious threat, I trade looks like Ruby thinking it might just be a really good idea… then my better reasoning takes over and I know that there is no place on this earth I can hide from a God

(a portal opens and Cassie and Donna appear)

Donna

Ohhhh sweet lord!!!!

Donna

I move closer to my beloved! Sweets!!!! SWEETS!!!

Cassie

DADDY STOP!!!!!

Ellen

watching the fighting going back and forth between my family I can't stand it. I see Cassie and Donna appear and Trying to hear what the little celestial is trying to say, I pull my gun and fire a round into the air

Patience

stopping and being quiet watching Ellen

Donna

Whoa!

Alex

Jump and look over Ellen whoa Ellen whoa

Gabe

looking from Patience to Cassie and Ellen

Meg

looking at Ellen

Bela

jump looking at Ellen

cass

protectively standing in front of Meg just in case

Sam

jumps Shit, Ellen!

Ellen

I lower my shotgun and look at the little being let her speak! I smile at her go on ahead hun. You have their attention now.

Donna

Hi 💛

Gabe

hi gorgeous, you’re ok

Alex

Donna! Cassie! Donna are you ok?

Donna

I’m okay baby! I’m okay.

Alex

Took a deep breath that good

WAR

appears again outside the bunker to listen how the revelry is going!….

Gabe

the shotgun goes off

WAR

smiles yes yes…. closes my eyes and looks into heaven Wait…. No …. No new arrivals… damn it. Why hasn’t anyone died yet! looks into the windows Let’s solve this probables shaaall we! moves his fingers to his ring and starts to turn- -

Dean

watching war I sneak up pulling my gun I put it to the back of War’s head. I wouldn’t do that douche bag!

WAR

freezes! damn it! You are a pain the ass! Do you know that Winchester!? Not much good just killing me! I wouldn’t do that if I were you!

Dean

And you’re a creepy peeping Tom prick, are you related to Crowley? He peeps into Donna and Gabe’s house. Now, hands if the ring before I blow a hole in your head that I could drive my baby through

WAR

You’re puny little gun won’t hurt me…. Dean!

Dean

Oh I know it won’t, but a hole through that thick skull of yours will slow you down enough for Gabe to make you his bitch before finally killing you.

WAR

rolls his eyes what do you want? You’re worse than my late brother!! Which is all your guys fault by the way!

Dean

Peace on earth. Nympho Asian super models, free bacon cheese burgers and cold beer on ice forever, but here I thought we’d take a stroll. Get inside kicking ear in the ass move

WAR

Uggg! You really are a pest!! starts to walk, heads into the bunker!

Dean

And you’re a dick, just move

Donna

leans in to our second born, and gently says! Cassie! … tell the team what you told me at home!

Alex

look over smiles at Cassie

Cassie

looking at mommy nervously nods it…. It wasn’t auntie Charlie’s fault it was the horseman, war, he….he did this he made everyone so mad and made her shoot mom and all the other bad things that have happened tears streaming down her cheeks daddy please don’t!!!!

Bela

Looking at Cassie listening

Gabe

letting Charlie go walking over to my family, wrapping an arm around Donna and wiping away Cassie’s tears

Sam

I step forward getting ready to tell everyone I told you so.

Charlie

feeling the grip loosen off me and I shoot Sam a look as I see him start to speak

Sam

Catching Charlie's look, I just shut the hell up

Cass

sure Meg is ok walks over and heal Charlie

Ellen

seeing that Charlie is ok this all is making sense now why things got so outta hand so fast!

Crowley

I nod watching everything I thought something felt off.

Alex

Look over WHY THE Look over Cassie and look back at Crowley HECK YOU DIDN’T TELL US!!!!

Henry

helps Charlie to the main and checks on her Are you ok he almost killed you

Charlie

Yeah I'm ok. Thanks

Henry

Let's stay away from the angels till they calm down. And figure out what to do

Charlie

I nod in agreement

Cass

follows Gabe towards his family

Donna

You did amazing Cassie! You are truly a life saver! I hug her gently and kiss her head!

Gabe

kneeling down I hug Cassie that was very brave princess. Now head home I don’t want anything to happen to you here baby face

Cassie

Ok mommy & daddy hugging them both, the portal opens and Cassie vanishes

Ellen

looking at crowley why the hell didn't you help end this?

Crowley

I look at Ellen and Alex rolling my eyes Once again, I'm a demon. Everyone seems to be forgetting that. I then shrug in response I just wanted to see how far everything would go.

Alex

Walk up to Crowley and slap his face hard

Crowley

I recoil from Alex slapping me with a scoff

Bela

I shove you back away from crowley keep your damn hands off him!

Patience

quickly pointing my gun at Bella thinking so ready to shoot this bitch listen here Bitch I scream at her the next time you lay your slimy hands on Bear it will be the last thing you ever do!!!

Ellen

seeing Bela push Alex I raise my shotgun you touch her 1 more time and that's the last thing you'll ever touch!

Crowley

I growl and step forward, squaring up to the women If you want to get at Bela, then you're going to have to go through me.

Alex

Fell on my butt offf

Bela

smirk as u hear crowley aww crowley see even a demon can care about a human

Gabe

I’ll be happy to!

Cass

Agreed

Crowley

I look over at the angels Oh my, I see suddenly family is very important again, just when it's not including select people.

Charlie

with Henry at the same time Will you shut up!!

Ellen

Again Crowley, what didn't you help?

Crowley

I sigh dramatically Really, suddenly when Gabe's not intervening for everything it's all on me? There wasn't anything I could do.

Gabe

You could have SAID something I’d you knew. If you’re not part of the solution you’re part of the problem

Cass

Says they guy more than willing to watch the “family “ kill each other And if you’re crazy wench so much as looks crossed eyed at Alex or Meg you’re going to get her eyes delivered to you in a box

Bela

Who are you? rolls eyes

Crowley

Sorry, inter family murder was the family structure I was raised with. I tilt my head Wasn't it the same for you?

Cass

I’m an Angel of the lord, and you, you two bit, worn out meat sack, con artist, thief are nothing but insignificant trash. A flea on the ass of the earth grabbing your throat roll them again and it’s the last thing you’ll do

Gabe

(the door bursts open and Dean, holding his gun to the back of war’s head walks in)

Crowley SPN: I move forward and grab Cass's wrist squeezing it and prying his hand from around Bela's throat with a Snarl.

Dean

HONEY IM HOME AND I GROUGHT GIFTS!!

Sam

Looking up, I’m surprised at who enters the Bunker along with my brother. Dean?

Bela

grab Cass hands on my throat looking as Dean and war come in

Gabe

raising a single finger I slam you head first through a wall holding your there as brick after brick crashes against your thick skull. seeing war I should have known

Cass

dusting myself off laughing at the childish strength of Crowley, I see war can I smite him?

Meg

stepping up next to Cass I grab his arm hard. Shaking my head at him

Charlie

seeing horsemen war walk inI demand you tell me what you did.

Crowley

I brush myself off and hurry forward grabbing War's jacket

Cass

seeing you calming down

WAR

walking in all smug! chuckles! who little old me? slipping his hand inside Crowley’s arms and pushing him away! HEY! Hands off the suit, it worth more than your whole eternity!! I’m a horseman.. glares! don’t touch! You filth!

Bela

I see you shove crowley, grabbing my gun from my waist behind my jacket i turn it on war you caused all this you piece of shit! pulling the trigger I shoot you in the chest

WAR

Now now now…. Temper little mortal! with a lift of my finger slams Bela against the roof!

Sam

Hey! Everybody! Just calm down, it’s okay!

Bela

fly up hitting the roof and drop back down to the ground shit!

Ellen

covering Alex as she helps Bela

Dean

listen to Sam guys calm down !

Ellen

Gabe is there anything you can do? still covering Alex

Ruby

Seeing the bottle of Holy Oil on the table, I grab it Gabe! I throw it at War, seeing it shatter on the ground at his feet.

Gabe

turning to Ruby, I watch the oil hit the ground and snap my fingers setting it a blaze

Patience

falling to the floor in agony holding my head and screaming in pain AHHHHHH!!!

WAR

laughs watching the fire lights ohhh you guys are fun!

Donna

runs and kinda catches you as you fall! What’s happening???

To Be Continued……

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1. Donna lays in bed stirring awake as Cassie runs in the room and shakes her. Donna sits up wondering what’s going on and Cassie tells her she has to get to the bunker. Trying to calm Cassie down, Donna asks what’s wrong. Cassie frantically tells her that daddy is about to kill auntie Charlie. Donna tried to explain to Cassie what happened with Charlie. Cassie says it’s not true. Donna asks what she means and Cassie explains. Sitting bolt upright in bed donna hops out getting herself ready telling missy she’s in charge and that she and Cassie or going to the bunker. Donna tells Cassie to hurry and get them there. Cassie and Donna vanish.

2. Gabe slams Charlie against the table again Sam yelling for him to stop. Meg, pulling her knife puts it to Sam’s throat telling him to back off Charlie brought this on herself by what she’s done. Furious Ruby lashes out using her powers to lift Meg by her throat telling her to watch waist she dies or she’ll send her back to hell in pieces. Bela cheers on the demon fight wrapping an arm around Crowley wanting to See bloodshed. Ruby warns Meg, as Meg reaches out to the banished Cass, that she’s out manned and out gunned. Meg laughs weakly and Ruby demands to know what’s funny. Meg points behind Ruby and Ruby turns as Cass touches her forehead blasting her across the room. Alex tells for them all to stop as Crowley watches approvingly egging them on. Patience asks what the hell he’s doing, and Crowley reminds her he’s a demon, chaos is his thing. Henry begs for Gabe to stop, telling him he’s going to kill Charlie. Gabe scoffs telling him that after what she’s done she deserves it. Sam pipes you saying it was him and Ruby. Gabe turns reminding Sam he hasn’t forgotten if he were smart he’d take Ruby and hide as long as he can. The portal open in the bunker and Donna and Cassie appear. Donna and Cassie try to get Gabe’s attention as the group yells back and forth. Ellen pulls her shot gun shooting a round into the air. Everyone turns to her shocked and silent, Ellen tells them they need to let the child talk.

3. WAR appears outside the bunker the sound of the gun shot putting a smile on his face. Looking in heaven shocked to see that no one has died, infuriated he goes to turn his ring when he feels the muzzle of a gun against the back of his head. Dean tells him he wouldn’t do that if he were him. Eat tells him that Dean can’t kill him with a gun and laughs. Dean tells him he knows that but it can slow him down enough to kill him for good. War asks what it is he wants. Telling war that he wants to go for a walk, keeping the gun to his head Dean starts to lead war into the bunker.

4. Donna tells Cassie to tell the team what she told her and Cassie does. Gabe backs away from Charlie letting her go and Cass walks over healing her. Sam goes to say I told you so but Charlie shoots him a warning look. Ellen tells them it makes sense now why things got so escalated. Crowley said he knew something felt off and Alex demands to know why he didn’t tell them. Henry checks in Charlie and helps get to the main room telling Charlie is likely a good idea to give Cass and Gabe done space until they can figure out what to do. Charlie agrees. Cass starts to follow ax Gabe goes to his family Donna telling Cassie what a good job she did, Gabe telling her to go home before things get worse. Ellen looks at Crowley asking why he didn’t help end this. Crowley looks at Ellen and Alex telling Alex that he didn’t help because he’s a demon and wanted to see how far it would go. Alex walks up slapping Crowley and Bela pushes her telling her to keep her hands off Crowley. Ellen and Patience point their guns at Bela warning her the next time she touches bear against it’ll be the last thing she does. Crowley growls telling them if they want Bela, they have to go through him. Bela smirks condescendingly, until Gabe speaks up telling Crowley he’ll do it. Cass agrees. Crowley snarks about family as Charlie and Henry yell for them to shut up. Ellen asks Crowley again why he didn’t do anything, and Crowley says there was nothing he could do. The fighting starts up again.

5. The door bursts open and Dean walks in behind war. Gabe says he should have known. Cass asks to smite him. And Megs stops him short. Charlie demands to know what he did and war only laughs. Crowley grabs him and war shoves him away reminding Crowley that he is a horsemen and there’s nothing these. Bela skips out her gun taking a shot at war who flings her again at the roof of the bunker. Sam and Dean shout for everyone to calm down. Alex rushes to help Bela. Ellen covers Alex as war watches her as Ellen asks if there’s anything Gabe can do to stop him. Ruby grabs the holy oil throwing it towards war and as it hits Gabe ignites trapping war. War grins, as Patience falls to the floor gripping her head screaming in pain, Donna catching her as she falls Asks patience what’s happening.

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emmies-archives · 3 years

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Heads and Tails

Genre: Fluff, Angst, College AU

Warnings: Aged up, smut, drinking, blowjobs, good old fashion drunk hookup, self degrading at one point, ahhh non descriptive smut....

Wordcount: 6.8k (my bad)

Summary: You slowly become best friends with Noya. One night you get drunk with him and Tanaka and it leads to drunk confessions. You two start dating afterward, you try to surprise him one day by at practice but his old feelings for Kiyoko bring out your insecurities when you see him talking to her.

A/N: This took wayyy to long to write, and it’s a lot longer than I expected. First piece for Haikyuu and I was drinking wine while writing most of it so please forgive typos. The ending is ehh because I just wanted to get it finished.

Inspired by a rp with @astrid-thirsts (....... Its not as much angst as I said)

You couldn’t remember the last time you were excited for a volleyball game. They weren’t something new you went to. You had always watched Karasuno’s boys team play, ever since you were little. Fond memories filled your thoughts whenever you thought about going to the matches. For a while though, there was something missing. The excited cheers from fans started to dwindle and you found less and less seats being filled. There were no longer group hugs when the team won. Replaced with hung heads and silent tears. But you kept going. Even as the boy’s losses stacked against them so high it cast a shadow big enough to drown them. Things started to change this year.

Rumors floated around the school pretty quickly. Apparently, there were knew recruits on the team and they had pretty good potential. It piqued your interest. If there was a chance that the team could start building back the foundation it once had, you wanted to be there to see it.

You decided to take the long way back to your dorm one day. It gave you a chance to walk by the gym where volleyball practice was held. You walked for a while, a tinge of excitement pooling in your stomach at the thought of maybe getting to see the team up close. For years you had watched them from high up in the bleachers. The only constant as the members came and went.

As the gym came into view, you slowed your pace. A part of you wanted to peek through the doors. With a sudden burst of courage, you went up to the doors. The few steps seemed like forever. Reaching a hand out to push one side open, your heart jumped when it slide open right when you touched it. The first thing you saw was a pair of bright brown eyes. The boy tilted his head a bit and you noticed a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

That was one of the first times you had actually spoken to him, you weren’t even sure if he had known your name before. You weren’t a stranger to Nishinoya. He was in a few of your classes; you had just never really talked to him all that much. You didn’t know if it was the fact he was on the volleyball team, or that you had a huge crush on him but, it even thinking of talking to him made you nervous. I wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk to him, he was just overwhelming. Constantly full of energy, lighting up whatever room he walked into. The idea of just walking up to him and striking a conversation was intimidating. So, when one day you got paired together for a project you didn’t know if you were excited or scared.

It was easy to talk to him. A lot easier than you expected. Something about him always drew you in, even if he was going on and on about the volleyball team for the fifteenth time in the hour. The playful energy that exuded from him held a welcoming arm out to you. Like it was offering everything you’d ever wanted, even if he didn’t realize it. But you took it. Grabbed its hand and ran.

Its grasp eventually led to more nights spent with him, even after the work necessary for the project was finished. It sort of became the new norm for you. After his evening practice, you would either go to his dorm or he’d come to yours. The conversations came easier, shifting from class and volleyball to shared hobbies. You learned more about him than you ever thought you would. Every time you left his dorm, your head swarmed with the memories of the night. The entire walk home felt like you were floating, and you kind of felt ridiculous for it. The way your heartbeat sped up when he was close, or how your eyes lingered on him when he wasn’t looking shouldn’t happen. Especially because you weren’t sure if you’d ever get the courage to tell him your feelings. Little did you know, Nishinoya felt the same way.

He started to rush through the end of practice just so he could see you after. Just spending time with you was the best part of his day. He didn’t realize what his feelings were, just that he was happy when he was with you. It wasn’t until he brought you up to Tanaka at practice for the fifth day in a row did he slowly start to think different about you. Tanaka didn’t help either, teasing him about if that’s the reason he left practice early. If you knew about that, Nishinoya was sure you’d chew him out.

Your love for volleyball was only one of the things that drew him in. It was the way you always found the good in something, even if it felt like the world was ending at the time. One time he came texted you about a test in one of his classes, his grade ended up being a lot lower than expected and he was a little annoyed. You just offered to help him study for the next one, wanting to make him feel better. To him it felt like the entire weight was lifted off his shoulders just with that one response. There were other things too, of course. You were incredibly beautiful, catching his eye before you even became friends.

Months went by and the two of you fell in routine. He would meet you halfway between his dorm and yours before classes, walking you to yours which barely left him any time to make it to his. You told him you were fine when he mentioned it to you on accident one morning, but each day he stood under the same lamppost waiting for you. Slowly, without meaning to, you fell in love with him. But it didn’t feel like falling. It was more like stepping into a warm embrace.

“Yuu?” Your voice was quiet as you called his name for the second time in the past few minutes. Slightly amused you nudged him with your foot under the table, trying to get his attention. “Nishinoya?!”

“Oh, sorry!” He set his phone on the table, a goofy grin on his face when he looked up at you. “Did you need something?”

“I was helping you with your Algebra homework. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“You’re going to be pretty disappointed then, because I haven’t done a problem in at least a half hour.” You couldn’t even be mad at him; all you could do was shake your head. He promised he’d work on his homework for the next hour. He lasted maybe ten minutes before groaning and pushing the paper away from him. “This is too boring. It’s a Friday, we should go out and have some fun!”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Wanna get drunk?”

Three hours later, after an embarrassing little bit of Nishinoya watching you get ready as he laid on your bed, you ended up in Tanaka’s dorm room. Drink in hand you sat in his desk chair as Nishinoya and him sit on the ground in front of you.

This wasn’t what you thought when he mentioned getting drunk, but it was fun, nonetheless. You preferred this. Nishinoya was a popular guy so you figured he’d bring you to one of the clubs near campus, but this felt different. Maybe even special. Just you two and his best friend. Something about it was heartwarming. Until Tanaka brought up their manager again. It had been so many times the night already that you were tired of hearing about it.

“I’m telling you, y/n. It is better when she ignores me!” Tanaka yelled emphasizing his words by throwing his arm out, causing his drink to slosh over the edge of the cup.

“Really? I would’ve thought that being ignored would hurt.” You say, trying not to glance at Nishinoya when you do. Your feelings completely opposite your words.

“No, no it doesn’t. I don’t know how to explain it. Noya! You try for me; I can’t think straight.”

“Ahh, I don’t know man.” You didn’t notice the slight discomfort lining Nishinoya’s words or the way he looked to you as he responded. Already on your fifth drink of the night, you started to feel your head swim past tipsy. You caught his glance smiling into your cup as you drank more of whatever concoction he had made you.

“How’s your drink, y/n?” Nishinoya asked standing to make himself another one.

“Really good actually!” Your voice was louder than you anticipated, making you cringe slightly. “How are you so good at making drinks?”

“I learned my secret from those old Italian grandmas on youtube. I just don’t measure anything, letting my heart decide what to put in it.” All you could do was stare at him as he demonstrated. Tossing random things into his cup, trying not to make a disgusted face at the amount of alcohol you watched him pour.

“Did you… put that much into all my other drinks?” His toothy grin was enough of an answer and you stared into your cup. You hadn’t even tasted the liquor.

Several rounds and a few shots later, it was your turn again. You had brought up the idea to play truth or drink. It was a game you had always played with your girl friends back home, so you decided why not. The amount of alcohol in your system didn’t help either.

“So, y/n.” Tanaka started, you could already see the evil look in his eyes. “Out of everyone on the volleyball team, which one of use would you want to hook up with?”

The question should’ve startled you, it probably would’ve if you hadn’t had the boost of vodka running through your veins and the newfound courage that came with it. Your answer came with no hesitation, you even looked into his eyes as you said it.

“Noya.” Your eyes flicked from his wide eyes to the growing smile on his lips. Not at all aware to the blush that flooded his cheeks.

“Oh, dayum. I thought for sure you’d drink to that one.” Tanaka said but you didn’t really pay attention to his words. Your eyes focused on Nishinoya, feeling like if you ripped them from him. You’d never be able to look him in the eyes again.

“You’re turn, y/n.” Nishinoya’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Not able to tear his eyes away from yours.

Caught up in the moment, you direct your question towards him. “Yu-“

Your words are cut off as Tanaka lets out a loud groan, drawing your attention to him.

“Grossss, you guys can take that shit elsewhere. I’m gonna text Kiyoko again.”

That’s how you found yourself sitting on one of the campus’s benches, your side nearly pressed against Nishinoya.

“Y/n, you look so beautiful under the light from the lamppost.” In your drunken state, you found his normally constant flirting cute. Your cheeks burn lightly from the deep blush resting on them. The two of you sit in silence after that. Neither of your quite ready to go back to your dorms.

“You know, I never got to ask you my question.” You say as you lean your head against his shoulder.

“You’re right, I forgot.” His response was short, but you could hear the hopeful tone swimming in it. “You can ask me now if you still want to.”

“Yuu, will you kiss me?”

“I don’t think that would’ve worked as a question, y/n.” He answered.

“God, just shut up and kiss me.” You quipped back, moving to face him. He didn’t even respond. Cupping your cheek, you both leaned in, you were too impatient to wait for him. The kiss was soft and sweet, ending too soon. You wanted more.

Ten minutes later after dragging him to your dorm you pushed the door open. Thankful you didn’t share it with anyone as you pulled him into the room. You gently pushed him to sit on the bed, sitting on his lap arms wrapped around his neck loosely.

“I wasn’t kidding. He spoke. “You really do look amazing tonight.”

You hummed in response, not trusting your voice. Staring into his warm brown eyes, the fairy lights that light up your room danced in the reflection of them.

“You’re so handsome, Yuu.” Your voice is quiet and uneven as you talk. “You always are, I know I’ve never told you that before.”

“You’re drunk, y/n.” His voice matched yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“It’s your fault, dummy.” You shook your head, laughing at the amount of alcohol he probably put into your drinks, not realizing how fast you would drink them. “I meant what I said you know.”

“Really? I thought that was just for the game, you wouldn’t prefer someone else?” You could see the hope swirling in his eyes.

“Absolutely not. I don’t like anyone else.” You answered while your hands gingerly played with the ends of his hair.

“You like me?” His eyes widened at your statement and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“You didn’t realize?” You asked and he shook his head as his answer. “I thought I made it a little obvious, but yes I do.”

Your voice was nearly a whisper as you leaned in close to him. Breath ghosting over his lips, you could feel him shiver a bit and it put a smile on your face. He didn’t have to respond with words to make you know he felt the same way. Your lips connected again, this time different than before. Rough and passionate. Like he was pouring everything he was holding in into your lips. You did the same, every pent-up emotion you felt for him, every lingering gaze you spent trying to make yourself confess, every single thing.

The kiss became rougher, teeth clashing and noses bumping as you pulled closer to him. Unknowingly grinding your hips down into him at the way his tongue slipped into your mouth. A soft whimper slipping from your lips.

“Yuu..” You breathed out when he pulled away, panting himself.

“Fuck, y/n. Your lips are so soft.” He leaned in again, pulling you into another kiss. You could taste the lingering vodka on his tongue as it danced with yours. Both of you fighting for dominance. He groaned as you pushed your fingers into his hair, tugging gently at it. He jerked his hips up and you could feel him against your core. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You’re just….”

“No, it’s okay.” You said, smiling as you slipped off his lap. Hands sliding down his torso, stopping at his waistband. The tent in his pants already obvious. You looked back up to him, waiting for him to give you some sort of confirmation you could keep going.

He grabbed your hands gently, leaning in to press another short kiss against your lips. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Just, let me take care of you.” Confidence flooded your voice in your drunken stupor. He could only nod at your words and you moved your hands lower, palming his hardness through his pants. Enjoying the quiet groans that fall from his lips at the sudden friction. You tug on his waistband and he shifts his hips up, helping you pull his pants down. You move up pressing your lips against his again as you slip your hand into his boxers. Feeling him hiss lightly against your lips at your hand against him.

“Ah, shit-“ You could barely hear his groans as you focused wrapping your hand around his cock, loosely stroking it.

“You’re already so hard, Yuu. Did my answer affect you that much?” He bit his lip nodding again at your words as you worked your hand. A smile tugged at your lips.

You moved down further, placing soft kisses against his abs. Feeling him shudder as you trailed down, stopping at his boxers before pulling them down all the way. His member springing free, slapping against his stomach

“You’re so pretty.” You ran your tongue up the underside of his cock lightly, admiring the way it twitched lightly in your hold before swirling your tongue around the tip as you pumped the rest of his length. Hearing his quiet groans pushed you forward, and you looked up to him, meeting his gaze and you slowly brought more of him into your mouth. Watching as his head fell back through your blurry vision.

“I should be the one saying that, y/n.” He said, his voice unsteady.

You pulled back with a pop, smirking up at him. “Don’t hold back, let me hear you.”

You wait for him to respond before dipping your head back down, taking him into your mouth again. A loud moan fell from his lips as you did, and you had to press your hands into his thighs to keep him from bucking up into your mouth. Once he stilled himself, you started wrapping your fingers around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. Swiping your tongue over the slit that leaked precum already.

You could feel his thighs twitching under you as you worked your mouth on him. Breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat you pushed your face down until your nose brush against his pelvis. The loud moan that ripped from his throat made you hum approvingly, and you moved your hand to play with his balls. When you pulled away just enough to breathe, he moved his hand to your jaw pulling you up to him.

“Want to cum with you.” Was the only thing he said before pushing up your shirt, helping you take it off. Biting his lip to concentrate on the clasp of your bra that for some reason he just couldn’t figure out. You grabbed his hands gently stopping him before unhooking it yourself throwing it across the room. His heated gaze fell to your chest as he wasted no time in touching you. Squeezing, sucking, nipping. Every time his tongue danced around your sensitive nipples he grew more confident at the soft breathy moans you let out.

He backed up onto the bed, pulling you with him before crawling over you catching your already swollen lips in another rough kiss. You couldn’t stop the whimper the fell from your lips when he ground down into your core. It put a cocky smile on his face, something you weren’t used too.

“Noya, please.”

“What do you want me to do, baby?” His voice was low, and his words were muffled as he kissed down your neck. It was becoming too much, you wanted him. Needed him.

“Fuck me! Pleas-“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as he pushed your legs open. Swiping the tip up and down your folds a few times before slowly pushing in. Your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. He didn’t stop until he was bottomed out inside you. You looked up at him once started moving his hips, trying to paint the look on his face into your memory. His eyes blown out in lust as he fucked into you, the way he gritted his teeth trying to quiet the loud moans. It was the last clear image before the night completely blurred.

The next morning you tried recalling the events that occurred, and it only came in slivers. Like an old movie with holes burnt into the film. The pieces that you could interpret left you with memories of giving yourself to Nishinoya, and him to you. Maybe it was a good thing you couldn’t remember clearly. The way your head ached would’ve only been amplified by the weight of what you did last night. You tried not to think it was a mistake, but it was hard not to. Everyone has a drunken hook up once in a while. You’ve had your share, so why would this one be so different?

It was only when Nishinoya shifted beside you were you pulled from your intruding thoughts. You felt your body tense as he slid his arm over your side and bury his face into your shoulder. He mumbled something incoherent. There was a small voice in your head hoping he was still asleep. But it was nothing compared to the way you felt your heart speed up at the simple action. You closed your eyes telling yourself it was to stop your head from hurting, but you really just wanted to stay in this moment as long as you can. The soft, quiet calm before the shit storm you felt was coming. But, he proved you wrong.

Whispering your name softly as if not to wake you. You found yourself unable to answer him. Waiting to see what would happen, what your reaction to this should be. No matter how badly you wanted to be happy that this happened, you would take whatever came. You didn’t expect him to hum softly and feel his soft lips against your bare shoulder as he gently kissed it. Tangling his legs with yours, you felt him gently rubbing your arm. You couldn’t handle it anymore. His sweetness was too much, and you needed to look at him. Shifting in his hold you turned to face him. A small smile pulled at his lips when you did.

“Morning, y/n.” His voice was a bit raspy, and you found your heart speeding up again at the sight of his tussled hair. The memory of tangling your hands in it flashing across your mind and you couldn’t help the blush. “You okay?”

“Mhm. You’re just really hot.” The words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, and you groaned a little. “Fuck, ignore that. I’m still asleep.”

Nishinoya “When did we fall asleep?” Your voice was quiet, trying to ignore the way his eyes were lighting up at your touch.

laughed at your plea and shook his head, which made you reach up to push the hair that fell in his eyes.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. Was it we fucked for the sec-“

“Yuu!” Your hand covered his mouth, eyes wide at the way he could casually say it. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk about it. Just that you didn’t know where to even start. There were so many things you wanted to talk or ask him about now that you were sober. You just weren’t sure if you had the courage anymore. You dropped your hand and shifted your gaze from him, a little nervous.

“Something wrong? Oh no. You regret last night. I’m so sorry, I knew I should’ve waited to make a move when we were sober. I-“ His face pulled into a panicked stare and he started rambling before you cut him off again.

“No, Yuu. I don’t regret it at all. Not one bit.” You sighed looking back to him, trying to reassure his worry. “You were… really good. I just didn’t know how to talk about it.”

“Oh thank god. I was scared I fucked up.” He relaxed a bit, slipping his hand into yours. It warmed your heart how sweet he was being. “I don’t want to ruin this… whatever this is.”

“Do you remember what I said last night?” You asked meekly, hoping he did so you wouldn’t have to repeat it.

“Which part? You said a lot, most of it sounded like my name actually now that I think.” He laughed when you shoved his arm a little, glaring at him. “I know what you said. About liking me, and I feel the same way for you.”

“Then, what is this?” Your heart was pounding in your chest as you asked, and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. The next part you forced out, not wanting to hear the answer. Fearing it would be something that would hurt. “Is this just a one time thing?”

Nishinoya stared at your for a few seconds, completely silent. It felt like forever and the nervousness that pooled in your stomach started creeping up your body. The worst responses flashed through your head.

“No, I don’t want this to be a one time thing. Or anything casual either.” His voice was steady, and serious. You could tell he meant everything he said. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Nishi. I want to go out with you.”

“Fuck yeah! Does this mean I can take you out on a date? I’ve been wanting to for a really long time just never thought I could.” He rambled a little and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“A date sounds perfect. If its anywhere other than our dorms, we spend too much time in them.”

“Yes!! I’ve been wanting to for so long, I just never thought you liked me back!” His arm slid around your side again and your felt the urge to bury your face into his chest. He squeezed you tighter when you did. “Can I tell Tanaka? I feel like we owe this to him!”

“Sure. But don’t mention what we did?”

“I cant promise you that.”

You two spent most of the morning and afternoon laying in your bed. There was something about him that made you let your guard down. You could talk to him for hours about random stuff and never get bored. It was a lot nicer in his arms too. You always imagined the way it would feel to be wrapped in his arms. Even when you thought you’d never tell him how you felt. It was nice to imagine though, but it was nothing compared to now.

His usual rough wildness on the court was replaced with a softness you didn’t know his arms had. They were always covered in scratches and bruises from practice. You found yourself tracing the dark marks on his biceps, admiring the contrast against his skin. He had a story for each one. Telling it to you as your finger ran over it, and you could picture each one. You’ve seen him on the court before, he was a fury to reckon with but you didn’t realize how aware he was.

The lazy cuddling only ended when both of your stomachs growled for the third time in thirty minutes. He reached over to your nightstand for his phone, asking if you wanted him to order food in. You were thankful for that, the headache from the lingering hangover still pulsated at the back of your neck.

When the food came, you put on a movie and the two of you ate in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence. You knew there were things you could talk about if you really wanted to, but you found no need to. There was something about just sitting with Nishinoya that made a sort of warm feeling hold in your chest. It was relaxing, and almost familiar.

The next two weeks flew by. Your old routine with Nishinoya quickly turning into a new one. Instead of him asking you to study as an excuse to see you, he was already at your dorm when you got back from your last class. Each time you entered your dorm and found him sitting on your bed waiting for you made your heart soar.

What you felt for him before anything happened only amplified now. Lingering gazes turned into lustful ones, soft brushes became loving embraces. It was amazing. Everything you had dreamed of and more. It wasn’t until you came by one of his practices early to surprise him did the doubt slip into your thoughts.

You pushed open the gym door entering quietly, not wanting to interrupt anything. Your eyes scanned the gym looking for him and once you did, your excitement dropped a little. Him and Tanaka were standing next to their manager, the one Tanaka always went on and on about. It looked completely innocent, they were just talking. But you didn’t miss the way Nishinoya laughed or the bright look on his face as she said something.

You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you didn’t even have to. He looked so excited, the way his face was flushed as he swayed on his feet. It was a simple action, they were only talking so why did it have to feel like this?

He had told you about his crush on her before, but explained it was long gone. That it had been nothing but a simple unrequited crush. But it stung seeing him so happy talking to her. Confliction twisted in your stomach. You didn’t want to be the type of girlfriend to get jealous over other girls, but this somehow felt different.

You went up to the first person next to you and quietly asked them to give the bento box in your hands to Nishinoya. It was their captain. You were a little familiar with him from watching all of their games, you just never talked to him before.

“Don’t tell him I came in. Just if you could say I dropped it off?” Your voice was unsteady and you could feel your hands shaking a little.

“Sure thing. Are you, y/n?” You could only nod as your eyes flicked back to Nishinoya still standing by their manager. “So you’re Noya’s girlfriend! I was wondering when we were going to meet you. I was beginning to think you didn’t exist, but he talks about you so much.”

“Yeah, I am. I didn’t realize he talked about me that much. I’m surprised you’re not sick of it.” You laughed nervously a little, trying not to look at them.

“No, he means no harm. He obviously really cares about you, I’m glad he has someone like you. From what I’ve heard, you seem like an amazing person.”

That hurt. You don’t know why it did, but it pulled at your chest heavily. You tried so badly to fight against the way seeing him over there picked at your brain but it didn’t work. Tanaka’s signature laugh echoed in the gym and your eyes moved to them again. Their manager was gone now, but you saw the way Nishinoya looked after her.

You could feel tears start welling in your eyes and you quickly excused yourself. Moving back toward the doors hoping to whatever gods were out there that Nishinoya didn’t see you leave. But, he did. Just as you slipped out of the door he saw you. You caught his gaze when you looked back one last time and it almost felt like the wind was knocked out of your chest.

Fighting everything inside you screaming to turn around and go to him, you ran the other way. You didn’t know what to even say if you were to go up to him.

“Y/n! Wait up!” Nishinoya yelled behind you and you gritted your teeth. Of course, he’d follow you, that’s just who he was. You slowed your pace knowing he’d catch up any moment. Facing away from him you felt his arms slip around your waist as he hugged you from behind. “Hey, sweetheart. I wasn’t expecting you here.”

You couldn’t say anything. It was like your voice was stuck in your throat even though you desperately wanted to speak. Eyes fixed on something in the distance you tried to wipe the upset expression from your face. Wanting nothing more than to turn and bury your face into him, you felt the frustration building in you.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

The concern in his voice hurt. More than anything else so far. You were being stupid, there was no reason to worry. You knew that so why did you feel so shitty? When you didn’t respond he moved around to face you. The panic was evident on his face when he saw how upset you were.

“Baby, what happened?” His voice was soft, welcoming. You flicked your gaze to his eyes and felt a pang of guilt in your when you saw the worry flooding them. You couldn’t help but look away again.

“Nothing. I just forgot something.” Your voice was quiet, much quieter than you thought it’d be. It wasn’t very convincing, and you knew it.

“You don’t have to lie to me. Did something happen today? Is that why you came to practice?” You had to clench your jaw at his caring words. His hands cupped your face gently and you felt your lip quiver at the touch. Without meaning to, you leaned into his touch. Closing your eyes which made a tear slip from your welling eyes. “Baby, talk to me.”

You shook your head trying to shake his worry. “It’s stupid.”

You knew that wouldn’t work, but you tried. The feeling in your chest, frustration over yourself and the lingering hurt from seeing him in there became too much and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Pushing his hands from your face and burying yourself into his arms. The warmth of them didn’t do much to soothe you this time. It almost had the opposite effect. When he hugged you tightly a sob was ripped from your throat.

Crying was something you never wanted to do in front of him. You knew it would just make him worry, and yet here you were wrapped in his arms as your tears stained his shirt. Guilt tore at you again at that thought. He was supposed to be at practice. This was completely your fault. You shouldn’t have even come here to begin with.

Maybe this was meant to happen. The universes way of showing you that you weren’t meant to be together. You could go back to your old ways, watching silently from the stands while she was down there with him. That thought tore through you hard.

Kiyoko was mesmerizing, there was a softness in everything she did. She was so much better than you in every way. What were you even compared to her? You kept replaying the way he looked at her in your head. He looked so happy. Did he ever look that happy with you? You began questioning everything your thought you had known about your relationship.

“Y/n!” Nishinoya’s voice ripped through your intrusive thoughts and you couldn’t help but gasp. You hadn’t even noticed when you knelt on the ground, completely focused inside your own head.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Yuu. Go back to practice. I know I’m being annoying. I-I’ll go to my dorm, its okay.”

“What? No way, I’m not letting you leave.” He shook his head brows furrowing at your statements and apologies. “Let me help you��”

The way his eyes softened as you looked into them made a fresh wave of tears slip down your face. You found yourself spilling everything you were holding in with them. All your worries and fears, the reason you were crying. The way you felt you weren’t good enough for him.

“I saw you and your manager; I can’t help but think I’m not enough for you.” He didn’t say anything to interrupt your tear-filled rambling. “ You’re so amazing, and kind. You’re the best person I’ve ever met and I just…. Maybe you should be with Kiyoko. She’s so much better than me-“

“Stop.” He suddenly spoke out, “Stop it right now. You don’t get to say that about yourself.”

“But I-“

“No! I can’t believe you would even think like that.” His voice was raised a little causing you to snap your attention to his face. He looked so angry. The concern from before gone from his features. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I just, I don’t think I make you as happy as you should be.”

“Stop apologizing, y/n. This is not your fault its mine.” That made you a little confused despite how upset you still were. This wasn’t his fault; he didn’t do anything.

“It’s not your faul-“

“It is though! I know I’m not that good at showing how I feel. That’s why I waited so long to do anything.” He shook his head as he talked, and you couldn’t pick apart the look in his eyes. “Should I have not asked you out? Would this have been better as a one-time thing?”

“What? No, Yuu. Don’t say that.” You felt your voice shake when you responded, it was so quiet you weren’t even sure if he heard you.

“I knew I’d hurt you. Do something to fuck this up. I couldn’t even keep this one perfect thing, could I? God I’m so stupid! This would’ve been so much easier if I wasn’t in love with you. Maybe we shouldn’t even have started dating, I’ve only been an ass to you.” His voice got louder as he berated himself. You knew he had a bit of a temper, but you never thought it would be toward himself.

“Yuu, stop.” He didn’t hear you as he continued beating himself up, “Yuu!”

You shoved his chest lightly to get his attention, panic coursing through your body. His eyes flashed to yours and the tears that spilled from them matched your stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry.. Fuck, I’m so sorry!” He scrambles toward you, diving into your embrace. You’ve never seen him angry like that and it scared you. He could tell, the look on your face when you pushed him made his heart drop. He pulled you to him again, this time he was crying. You felt the tears against your neck as he shoved his face into your shoulder. “Baby, I didn’t mean any of that. I promise. Please, please forget it. I’m not leaving you. Just don’t- don’t leave me.”

Hearing his desperate cries into you made your heart break, forgetting everything that happened before. You sat and held him like he did to you. Giving him a place to let all his fears out in the safety of your embrace.

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere.” You voice was basically a whisper as you ran your fingers down his hair, trying not to let the tears spill from your eyes again at they sadness in his voice and the way he clutched onto the back of your shirt.

“I’ve never loved someone before. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He spoke after a moment, he felt more relaxed in your arms and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Until you registered what he said for the second time.

“You love me?”

“Fuck. Did I say that?” He pulled away to look at you, eyes wide. All you could do was nod at his question, still processing it. “Shit, y/n. I, uh, ignore that.”

You shook your head rapidly, opening your mouth to say something. Anything. When nothing came out you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. His eyes flew open for a second but then he melted into your lips as his hands moved to bury themselves in your hair.

“I love you too.” You whispered into his lips, but he didn’t hear you. Too focused on your lips against his. You pulled back breaking the kiss to say it again, if you didn’t say it now you knew you’d regret it. He needed to hear how much he meant to you. “Yuu, I’m in love with you. I think I was before anything happened.”

“Really?”

“Let me finish!” You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his eager tone. “You’re so good to me, more than I think I deserve. Hearing you beat yourself up like that. I just…. Don’t ever, ever think I regret being with you for one second. The things you said…… Yuu, they’re not true. You need to know how much you deserve.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said. He knew he had a temper, and it usually was directed toward himself. Starting off as a simple thought and snowballing into full on degrading himself. You tilted his chin up making him look at you again, wanting to make him feel better. Pressing your lips to his again, this time less sweet. Deepening it by tugging on his shirt.

“If you don’t believe me… Let me show you just how much I love you, Nishi.” It took one look into your dark gaze for him to understand what you meant. His face flushed and you almost giggle at the sight. “I was heading back to my dorm, why don’t you come with me?”

“But, Daichi….” Nishinoya glanced back at the gym quickly before looking back to you.

“It’s okay, I can wait. Alone. In my dorm. Who knows what I’d do while you’re at practice…..”

“No fucking way, I’m coming with you” That was the first practice he missed on purpose.

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💚✨ Hello! This is an Indie, Semi-Selective and Crossover friendly Harold Hutchins from the amazingly silly book series Captain Underpants by the absolutely amazing Dav Pilkey! I do not own The series Captain Underpants nor Harold Hutchins. 💚✨

This blog is a sideblog, all likes, follows and interactions will come from @/Scribsmcgee. This blog is also mobile bound, but I will cut my posts and write multiple paragraphs and will do my best to fulfill any standards for your rules regarding length of posts.

I am a Semi-Selective blog, which means I might be a little picky on who I rp with. This also goes into unfollowing. If I unfollow you, I just can’t see our muses working out anymore or our writing working out. This isn’t a personal thing either! I’m sure you are a wonderful individual and I wish you the best in life.

This also means I have the right to unfollow you or follow you if I wish. Do not pull me into drama because of this because this is a hobby. I write to have fun and I don’t ever write to cause any harm. If I unfollow you, I’d appreciate it being reciprocated.

This blog will contain some Canon Divergent aspects such as headcanons on Piqua, Harold, Billy and a few world building headcanons. It will not affect a majority of main canon for the series and this blog is based on the Show version of Harold, Aka The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants Harold with book canon sprinkled in. It is recommended you watch the first season of the show to get a good feel of the series and character but it is not mandatory.

Harold has some knowledge of the fourth wall and will mention it in threads or asks if felt like it fits. He cannot use the fourth wall to his advantage and it’s mainly there for comedic intent.

Crossovers are 100% welcome! I encourage the wackiest and craziest crossovers!!! More wacky the better!! Please send them Harold’s way, I would absolutely love to push this dolphin loving rascal their way and watch the chaos happen! He’s always ready to prank and meeting new people means new prank ideas!! I might need a little guidance on muses I am not familiar with though, so please forgive me for being a little confused!

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And with that, let’s get on with the show!

This blog is 18+, the show and books are for children yes, but the books and show can at times get dark and I will not shy away from horror elements and blood and violence in this blog. I will also be delving into topics of abandonment, divorce, bullying, misunderstanding of ADHD(Mun is diagnosed) by adult characters, mind control, injuries and blood, horror themes and other story and plot relevant things that can be considered scary. I will not delve into gore or extreme violence however, just blood and small Injuries.

You have been warned.

Again, please don’t follow me if you are a minor (under 18) or cannot handle the topics spoken of above.

I will tag any and all reference of blood, violence, Vomit and anything gross (Cmon this is Captain underpants) with the tag media.warning and then the trigger. If there is anything specific you want tagged please let me know via inbox or DMS.

Examples:

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This blog will not hesitate to delve into the more traumatic side of being a sidekick and being in constant danger a lot of the week. Harold has seen some shit and has canonically almost died multiple times guys. Hes gonna be a little fucked up actually.

This being said, this blog will NEVER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES write any form of problematic content. NONE. If you even try to bring it into my blog I will block you, even if we are long time mutuals or short time mutuals. No questions and no hesitation. This blog will also not write any fetish content. Seriously, don’t bring that shit on my blog or in my asks I mean it.

This blog will not write NSFW or shipping. 1. I am ace and I find the topic and things relating to it uncomfortable. 2. HAROLD IS A BABY, A CHILD. He is my son and I will not tolerate weird asks or prompts or anything of him, George, Billy or any of the kid characters. Don’t even try it.

Only Billy is an exception to the shipping case as he is canonically Harold’s future husband.

Please, respect this boundary. Do not force shipping or NSFW on me I will block you for that.

Also saying this, I do not ship George and Harold. Do not force George and Harold shipping questions onto me. I also don’t ship Harold and Melvin or George and Melvin, again do not force those ships on me I will block you.

Please do not Godmod my muse! I will allow setting up Harold’s place and marker in starters for threads of ours but that’s it. Likewise I will not godmod your muse and if I need to place them somewhere for a reply or starter I will always ask for permission before doing so. You always have the option to tell me no, your boundaries are important to me.

I’ll also say this here aswell. DO NOT GUILT TRIP ME OR MANIPULATE ME INTO REPLYING or FOLLOWING YOU BACK. I will not have that on my blog, I am here to write Harold and that’s it. Do not pull that shit with me I will block you so fast.

For callout and cancel culture I’m a bit of a middleman. I don’t particularly like it due to its problematic history itself but I fully believe warning people about problematic and dangerous people in the RPC is a good thing! But there are often times alot of claims are bullshit and just make things messy for no reason other than petty disputes. I will 100% believe any accusations on anyone I interact with if there is proof of their shitty behavior or disgusting acts. I try to see things as innocent until 100% proven guilty and if anyone I interact with have such a history with disgusting things PLEASE LET ME KNOW WITH PROOF I AM VERY STUPID!

If you wish to warn me about a dangerous individual please don’t send me an anon all ‘hey so and so is bad’ and not give me any proof or what exactly makes them bad because I’ve had that happen before and it just makes you look silly friend. Again, Please provide proof for me.

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Personals are allowed to follow and leave inbox messages if they don’t have rp blogs. However, They cannot like or reblog rp threads/ starter calls or inbox calls. This makes it very confusing for both me and the other Mun so please respect that boundary.

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And that’s it! If you’ve made it this far, thank you! I really appreciate you reading through and making it here! This is not mandatory but it shows you’ve read my rules and I appreciate a ‘So George and Harold make comic books…!’ In my inbox!

The Mun:

Age: 22

Name: Scribs

Pronouns: he/him

Gender: Male, Trans-Man.

Faceclaim: Welter from Traffic Jam by NilFruits

Hello there! I’m the Mun! Scribs! It’s nice to meet you all! Thank you for showing interest in my little blog and my son Harold! I grew up with The book series and ever since then I can’t seem to shake these two gremlins out of my head LOL. This series means a lot to me and Harold has been a comfort character of mine ever since I was 5-7 years old. He was one of the main inspirations for me to become an artist and seeing how the series has developed over the years makes me incredibly happy.

I look forward to interacting with you! Have a good day!

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narrators-journal · 3 years

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Months of tolerance

So, I was looking back at my ranpoe valentines story and I got an idea. Why not write a little collection? A little trio or so of Valentines-themed sort of ship stories?

And so, I wrote a second one for Shin-soukoku! Though, please be forgiving, I’m not a super big fan of Atsushi, so I don’t have a lot of ideas and experience on how he works and behaves, so I kinda took inspiration from the rp me and my friend did for BSD and their sort of rendition of Atsushi mixed with canon.

Atsushi had never really experienced Valentines day or White day, so when Dazai offered to take him out on one of his days off and introduce him to the basics of the event he accepted it. He was quick to find it to be a bit depressing. “Dazai, I don't think I have any real...reason to be here," The tiger sighed, putting down one of the little Valentines bears he'd been looking at in the shop and looking over at the bandage-clad brunette that was to be his mentor in the ADA. The rail of a man just pouted at him, "Nonsense, Atsushi! You're learning about romance," he assured, giving the white-haired man a sweet smile, which made Atsushi grimace, "Yeah, but this holiday is obviously for couples, and I don't have any romantic partner of any sort," He pointed out, a stone of loneliness settling in the bottom of his stomach as he spoke, but his mentor simply snorted as if that point was moot. "Sushi, you don't need a romantic partner to celebrate Valentines day, you can just as easily get gifts for friends. After all, I don't have a partner but I'm gonna get a gift for someone." He assured, and while the tiger was still a bit unsure, he just nodded.

After that, he just went back to milling around up and down the aisle as he poked at the little toys, knick knacks, or sweets scattered about until Dazai clapped his hands together in an idea, "Atsushi! I have an idea for what you can do on Valentines day!" he chirped, bouncing on his feet in some childish, giddy high, "Why not get a gift for Ryuunosuke!" The tiger blinked and scowled at the idea, "Why the hell would I do that? I don't have any sort of feelings for him," he about spat, almost feeling his lip curl in a snarl at the mere mention of the wheezing, gothic, Dazai fanboy. However, the brunette simply rolled his eyes at his venom, "There is a very common phrase, 'kill your enemies with kindness', you ever hear it?" before the weretiger could answer, he continued, "Akutagawa doesn't like you. At all. Hates your guts. But! If you get him a gift, maybe be as friendly as you can be, you can get him to warm up to you!" the weretiger's scowl only deepened, which made his mentor huff and drop the excited, bubbly tone, "If you get him to like you, you won't have to spend quite as much on shirts every week." Atsushi ended up buying a cheap little gift for the goth. However, that now left him with a question. How was he to get the cheap plush cat to Akutagawa? He'd been pondering the question all through out the three days that led up to Valentines day, going back and forth on whether or not he should even bother with Dazai's stupid idea. Is it really worth risking getting stabbed again? Just to give this cheap little thing to a bastard like Akutagawa? He thought bitterly, though his cheeks burned a slight pink while he glared down at the floppy little beanie baby cat that was sprawled out on his meager little coffee table, staring up at the tiger with glassy amber eyes while he sat on his couch the evening before Valentines day. I'd sooner drink my own piss then give Akutagawa a Valentines gift. He told himself firmly, getting up from his couch and plucking the toy from the cheap table to get rid of it. To do this, he threw it out of his livingroom window into the darkness of the cold night and listened to it land in the dumpster across the street with a soft thud thanks to how hard he'd thrown it. And, with that, he shut his window with a decisive 'humph' and went to bed. Dazai was a smart man, but Atsushi was not going to have conflicting and confusing feelings plague him just to placate a violent asshole with a hateboner for him. An hour later, the tiger went out to the dumpster he'd heard the cat slam against and dug the poor thing out to be washed. Not that the weretiger had changed his mind or anything, he'd just spent money on the derpy little toy, he didn't want to waste it. Or, so he told himself. So, he instead returned it to his bedside table after washing it a few times, trying to see if he could somehow rub the new crack out of his amber eye while doing his best to get the dumpster stench out of its fur. If he really was going to 'kill Akutagawa with kindness' like Dazai said, the least he could do was make sure the gift didn't reek of three day old take out and dog vomit. When the next day came, he took the toy to work, then walked home with it draped over his arm after a day of dealing with petty couple squabbles that had turned nasty, or helping Ranpo to and from the smattering of robberies he'd been requested on. Y'know, this just proves why I should've kept this thing in the garbage, he fumed to himself, staring at the sidewalk ahead of him so he didn't see even more lovey-dovey couples for the day, If I gave this to Akutagawa somehow, all that would happen is I'd be a statistic. Nothing more. He hates me too much, it'd probably off- Atsushi's ill-tempered thoughts were cut short when he ran into someone else on the sidewalk, sending them both sprawling to the pavement. "O-oh my god! I'm so sorry, are you hurt miss?!" The weretiger squeaked, hopping up to his feet at record speeds to offer a hand to the pretty lady in white. She had long black hair, and a familiar style of dress on, but it was her light, steel-colored eyes that finally got her face to click in the frazzled tiger's irrational mind. "Oh!...Gin, right?" he asked as she took his hand and let him help her up while she nodded, "Sorry, I didn't mean to run you over," she said, her voice as quiet as the first time he'd met her with Katai and Kunikida, but her words shot a nebulous sort of anxiety into his veins, "Oh, no no no, it was my fault, I wasn't looking where I-I was going," he stammered, trying desperately to comfort her as he reached to dust her off, but then changed his mind half way, doing that would be super weird, so he instead tried to think up another way to make up for running into her. He felt awful for knocking her over, but had no clue what to do, so he just ended up putting a hand over his anxious heart and staying quiet. Gin, meanwhile, had spotted the saggy stuffed toy on the sidewalk, "Um, is that yours?" She asked, picking it up and dusting the little thing off gently, snapping Atsushi out of his thoughts, "What? Oh! Yeah, that's...actually, I bought it for...Akutagawa." he admitted, not knowing what else to say to explain why he had a stuffed cat. Gin blinked at him, raising an eyebrow, "No offense, but why did you buy my brother a toy? Is it for Valentines day?" Atsushi gaped for a moment, for some reason his brain struggling to give even the simplest answer for a moment, "I...D-Dazai suggested getting him a gift..." he muttered, his cheeks beginning to heat up as he spoke, which Gin seemed to notice, but she said nothing, "Well, how about I deliver it to him? He likes cats, I'm sure he'd enjoy this one," she offered sweetly instead, and for a moment Atsushi could only stare at her while his cheeks undoubtedly glowed a healthy pink until he cleared his throat, get yourself together Atsushi! This is a fine way to get the damned gift to Akutagawa, then Dazai can get off your ass, he told himself, pushing down the weird flustered feeling in his chest, "Um, t-that would be helpful," She nodded, smiling a bit at the toy cat. With that, she wished him well as the sky darkened from the yellow-purple gradient of Atsushi's eyes, to a dark, star-speckled blue, leaving the tiger to walk home and contemplate his day. For the next few days, the weretiger was on edge, just waiting for the wheezing goth to pop out from behind every corner ready to stab him. However, it never happened. Atsushi was expecting it, always at the ready to defend himself, but for the entire month he didn't even see his nemesis on jobs, let alone when he was walking home or too work. So, he began to relax. Maybe he really did enjoy the stuffed toy, he thought a month or so later on his walk home from the ADA. The thought brought an odd warm feeling to his chest, but he was swift to stomp the detested feeling back down into that part of himself he refused to acknowledge. He could accept his tiger, but he was not ready to face anything like that emotion. Then, something slammed into the side of his head. In an instant, Atsushi was knocked onto the sidewalk with his world swimming for a moment or two. In those moments, he laid there in a daze, forced to wait for his senses to return and the throbbing ache in his skull to die before he could finally stumble to his feet. When the pain stopped and he could bare to stand once again, the white-haired man looked around for what might've hit him in the head, but the only thing he found was a can of soda. A soda that, upon closer inspection, he found to be one of his favorites, which was weird enough, since usually his favorite soft drink doesn't fly at people's heads, but, no one was currently around to explain why an unopened, very dented can of his preferred soda was rolling around at his feet after knocking him on his ass like it had. He'd tried to look around, taking advantage of his improved night vision to try and spot anyone trying to hide from the blame for throwing it at him, but the street was currently sparse in other people in the area. However, after a moment of thinking, and examining the near-bursting can, it slowly dawned on the tiger who might've thrown it. Then, the date set in, bringing a stronger wave of hot embarrassment to his cheeks. "Um?? T-thanks I guess?" he called out into the swiftly growing darkness, and then swiftly continued home, before the hiding goth caught sight of the way his cheeks tinged a small shade of pink or decided to come out to maul him for acknowledging him.

#Shin soukoku #bsd #Bungo stray dogs #Atsushi Nakajima #Akutagawa Ryunosuke #scenario #fluff #valentines day

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 12 "Dorkus"

"I think you did it."

"These morons need someone to tear them a new one."

"I am going to write the missive to end all missives."

"I don't want your first time to be with a murderer."

"I love you. I would never, ever hurt you."

"I promise you're safe. That was part of the deal."

"You could never be touched."

"How many lives could you have saved?"

"Our mission never involved killing anyone."

"And it's not just wearing raw chickens on their heads and calling each other gay slurs while jumping around naked."

"It was a conspiracy."

"Stop rationalizing it. You killed people. You are not allowed to just say, "yeah, but I had a super good reason for it."

"Who did you kill?"

"What, are you gonna kill me now?"

"I would never hurt you. I just can't let you leave."

"If you could just stop, hear what I have to say, to understand---please--why I did what I did, you could still love me."

"Don't try to justify it all after the fact."

"They showed up one day thinking that I was a double agent, that I couldn't be trusted. They were going to kill me."

"Hey, hey, you can trust me, you can trust me! Ask me and I'll do anything. I'll prove it."

"Don't you see that they did that on purpose?! They knew that if you actually killed someone, you would be their slave!"

"We were the good guys. We were in this together!"

"I did this for you. Don't you understand?"

"The more I hear about this whole thing, the more I'm starting to think the idea that there are good and bad people in the world is just something adults use to get children to stay in line."

"I mean, aren't we being naive?"

"You took me literally?"

"You are already a murderer, [NAME], you don't have to be a douche as well!"

"This is not a philosophy course. This is murder-- serial murder!"

"I was so young and desperate to be special and loved."

"I never had a real girlfriend before."

"I was vulnerable enough to share my darkest fetish with you, and now you're making me feel self-conscious."

"Just come in and take me now."

"You are ridiculously and laughably gullible."

"What self-respecting man wouldn't do anything to get revenge for being degraded like that?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have great aim with a crossbow and I can't see anything in that mask."

"I don't want to be here anymore."

"I feel sick. This isn't what I wanted."

"Don't judge me for what we both know had to happen."

"You know what? Let's just run away together. You and me. Forget everything."

"Don't you see what I'm willing to do for you?"

"No! I don't want to speak to your supervisor!"

"I've gotten zero swipes on my profile!"

"Do you remember any aspect of this super simple plan?"

"I literally think you should consider undergoing a surgical procedure to remove your ovaries/testicles, thereby sparing human race exposure to your DNA."

"I mean, I'm all for public shaming. I practically invented it. It's the sign of a healthy culture. But not when I'm the one getting shamed."

"I wanted to be famous, but not like this."

"To all the so-called mainstream media, including weird web sites that nobody has heard of who have used my name as clickbait, and to all the relentless unwashed hordes on Twitter, who have taken every opportunity to mock and attack me mercilessly from the safety of their stained futons, I offer the following heartfelt sentiment. You can all suck it!"

"Despite my outward bravado, I was dead inside."

"I knew my glamorous reign of terror was over."

"I ordered an asp online so I could kill myself like Cleopatra, and now I'm just waiting for it to sense my body heat and come out and bite me so this will all be over."

"I understand that what you're going through is really intense. And I know you and I haven't really always seen eye to eye, And you say crazy-mean stuff to me all the time. And I have a real problem with your casual racism,

which is something we need to work on. But, girl, I promise I got your back."

"You're young, smart and beautiful, and you got a lot of living ahead of you."

"Maybe this is one of those teachable moments, you know? Like my grandmama says. Maybe this is where you learn the lesson that words really mean something and they can hurt people, so you just can't always say the first horrible thing that pops into your head all the time."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Get me out of this suit!"

"What the hell is going on? Who is that guy?"

"Everyone on campus but me is a dork!"

"I'm gonna explode."

"When I woke up, I was wrapped in dynamite!"

"Oh, my god, it's a bomb."

"Yes, a totally innocent man who seemed super nice and probably did nothing wrong at all just got blown up in our living room. Bummer. Now, let's honor his memory by moving on."

"Can you not make it about you for one second?!"

"Stop wallowing and start concentrating on what's really important here--restoring my reputation."

"I need to go on an apology tour. You know, like celebrities, when they say something offensive, they just go on tv and apologize, and everybody forgives them, even though they don't mean it at all."

"I'm gonna fake apologize, you'll record it, we'll post it online, and it'll all be fine."

"But I thought that you said that you weren't the person who put the acid in the spray tanner."

"Why do you think the devil let me live?"

"I think you saw what you wanted to see."

"You can't kill people from a loving and positive place."

"Invasion of the dad bod snatchers."

"If it's good enough for the CIA, it's good enough for me."

"Get ready to make the most important playlist of your life."

"Well, I decided to stop denying what you and I both knew the minute we laid eyes on each other. And once I did, something inside of me, I don't know, it just, just clicked. And I guess I just wanted to get a little crazy."

"So you just decided to break into my house in the middle of the day?"

"I've been a very bad boy."

"I'm just trying to figure out what your angle is. What are you trying to get out of this?"

"You know what I'm trying to get? 45 minutes alone, so I can go crazy on you."

"Turn out the lights!"

"These are my minions."

"Those are the hounds."

"How do you know I'm not the killer?"

"This whole file is made up."

"Somebody just swiped right on me on Tinder."

"Any guy swiping right on you is a miracle."

"You want a drag?"

"That was the best sex of my life."

"I think you're just relieved to find out that intercourse doesn't have to be followed by hours and hours of crying and a weird purchase of an engagement ring."

"Look, I never knew sex could be like that. At first, I was like, I was like, "wow, she's being really loud. Are the neighbors gonna call the police?" And then I was like, "wow, now I'm being really loud. why am I screaming so much? They're definitely gonna call the police." And then I was just stunned at how flexible you are. I mean, I thought you had to be a gymnast to get both feet behind your head."

"I just think that maybe you and I were meant to be together after all."

"I find her unbearably annoying."

"I recognized the island splash scent of that douche you use."

"What movie are you even referring to?"

"Don't patronize me. I look like a monster."

"Well, have you thought of a little plastic surgery?"

"What are you doing? I thought you came here to apologize."

"I apologize for nothing."

"All evidence points to you."

"I know it was you. Have fun in hell, bitch. And fyi, this is probably gonna hurt a lot."

"Stop recording!"

"I knew that bitch was a nut burger the minute I met her."

"But remember, she's armed and dangerous."

"Oh, please tell me you did not bring your insane and obviously blind Tinder hookup back here."

"I lost my virginity to a Nickelback song."

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay memes #scream queens

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cttncndys · 3 years

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒...

welcome to impulse records , just be sure to read the ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ᵖʳⁱⁿᵗ before signing anything . each year impulse signs with an exclusive number of bands and solo artists to make their dreams — or worst nightmares — come true . of course , when if you do fail there are horror stories of shredded contracts , terminated deals , less than stellar touring arrangements , and being locked out of the building completely . but above all else impulse records churns out chart topping artists in varying genres year after year . with artists under their label smashing records and continuing to solidify themselves as icons in the music industry since 1978 it’s no wonder why people go to any length to get signed . although , for even a fraction of success they’ll be pitted against themselves and each other . impulse records is a beast and will either be your big break — or the thing that breaks you . here’s one last welcome from the team here at impulse , we’ll see how long you last .

impulse records is an original character discord verse that revolves around the lives of musicians signed under the iconic record label impulse records . the company is rumored to do sketchy things like create fake relationships among band members , create rumors among members to encourage healthy competition , and even fire and replace band members . but those of course are ‘ just rumors ’ . the verse will come with many events , plot drops , tasks and much more to move the plot along and help development of the characters . 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :

we ( cttncndys & you ) must be mutuals

due to expected mature themes all muns should be 18+ and all muses should fall between the ages of 20-28

i won’t accept fcs who wish not to be used , deceased fcs , or overly problematic fcs . you can come to me with a fc if you’re unsure but at this point i’m sure we’re all aware of what’s what .

godmodding , gatekeeping , and / or ooc drama will not be tolerated .

activity will be fairly lax because i am aware we all have lives outside of rp but if you join please do so with the intent of being active in mind for the sake of longevity .

this list isn’t exhaustive & all other basic rules not listed still apply .

this group is heavily centered around character development so i highly encourage you bring a fresh muse .

this group will be kept fairly small ( 5 - 8 muns depending on interest ) but each application received will be considered equally .

all apps should be sent to my sumbit , although only the app is required feel free to include bullet points , a playlist , a pinterest board , anything your heart desires to help me get a better feel for your muse , but bare in mind this is completely optional .

lastly , have fun . <3

𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :

note : below you’ll find a list of bands / solo artists to help you complete the application . although the bands have small blurbs detailing how each group is formed this is just to give a vague idea of what muse would fit each group , and any official backstory is up to mun discretion .

* ( faceclaim , age , pronouns , gender ) impulse records is pleased to announce the official signing of first last the role in band / solo artist to our prestigious roster . you probably know them for scandal. they’ve grown in recognition due to positive trait or actually it might be because of negative trait , what a classic zodiac sign . their fans tend to associate them with 3 - 5 aesthetics . oh , impulse records is going to eat them alive . ( ooc name / alias , age , pronouns , tmz )

fcs applied for: taken fcs: mishti rahman , charles melton , kiana lede , luke hemmings , & ross lynch

𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 :

𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐥 — if you’ve only been a passive fan of the all - male band you’d know they mad their debut more recently . the trio who have been friends since their college days all had set career paths . but of course any die hard fan could tell you , after the band for a mutual friend’s engagement withdrew last minute , the boys who had all expressed musical talents separately were asked to perform . from that point forward , they performed small gigs here and there to score some extra cash . it wasn’t until they were offered a hefty sum of cash that they decided to pursue music full time and ditch their days jobs . and although there has been plenty of speculation over the years among fans on whether any of the members are dating , nothing has been publicly confirmed.

dynamic : insp. insp. insp. insp. insp. app count : vocalist / lead guitarist : 00. vocalist / rhythm guitarist : 00. vocalist / drummer : 00.

𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 — if you’ve only been a passive fan of the all - female band you’d know they made their debut more recently . the trio who have been friends since they were in diapers had always dreamed of starting a band with one another . but of course as any die hard fan could tell you in middle school the girls came close to it , but after a rather unfortunate wardrobe malfunction at a middle school talent show nearly axed their dream completely . it wouldn’t be until high school that they group rekindled their musical talents to yet another talent show that went much smoother the second time around . and although there has been plenty of speculation over the years among fans on whether any of the members are dating , nothing has been publicly confirmed .

dynamic : insp. insp. insp. insp. insp. app count : vocalist / lead guitarist : 00. vocalist / rhythm guitarist : 00. vocalist / drummer : 00.

𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 — if you’ve only been a passive fan of the band you’d know they made their debut more recently . the trio who attended the same high school says they never even spoke to another until meeting again at their community college . but of course as any die hard fan could tell you , the group has an interesting origin story . after all being placed in the same introduction to music theory class , and being told by their professor they had an “ interesting sound ” , the trio paired up out of pure spite . they played countless open mic nights at their college , and the surrounding area , until they finally got their big break at a “ battle of the bands ” competition hosted by none other than their music theory professor . not too long after the trio dropped out . they have been mostly inseparable since , if you ignore the petty twitter drama between deja and cash that is . and although there has been plenty of speculation over the years among fans on whether any of the members are dating , nothing has been publicly confirmed .

dynamic : insp. insp. insp. insp. insp. app count : vocalist / lead guitarist : 00. vocalist / rhythm guitarist : 00. vocalist / drummer : 00.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 — if you’ve only been a passive fan of the band you’d know they made their debut more recently . the trio who met when they all attended the same summer camp in high school . but of course as any die hard fan could tell you , the group all had a shared hatred for a specific camp counselor , and came together to pull an elaborate prank on them . as fate would have it , the trio found out they all attended the same high school , and from that moment forward have been inseparable . they began making music together their last year of camp and begrudgingly won first place , an honor bestowed upon them by a not too forgiving camp counselor . and although there has been plenty of speculation over the years among fans on whether any of the members are dating , nothing has been publicly confirmed .

dynamic : insp. insp. insp. insp. insp. app count : vocalist / lead guitarist : 00. vocalist / rhythm guitarist : 00. vocalist / drummer : 00.

𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 — if you’ve only been a passive fan of the band you’d know they made their debut way back in their college days . the quartet who met at a charity date auction for their college have quite the history . but of course as any die hard fan could tell you , the band has had a rocky start given the problems with jealousy in the group and their trouble with seeing each other as anything but rivals first and foremost , despite constant mediation from managers and the like . the band has managed to keep a friendly facade long enough to keep a record deal but tensions constantly threaten to spill day by day . and although there has been plenty of speculation over the years among fans of whether any of the members are dating , nothing has been publicly confirmed .

dynamic : insp. insp. insp. insp. insp. app count : vocalist : 00. lead guitarist : 00. rhythm guitarist: 00. drummer: 00.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 — if you’ve only been a passive fan of the band you’d know they made their debut way back in their high school days . the quartet says that they had almost nothing in common except their passion for music , and even attribute it to their success . but of course as any die hard fan could tell you , the group have become inseparable as friends over time , as shown by their behind the scene videos on tours and concerts alike , and for even further evidence the four even went as far as too buy a house and move in together . and although there has been plenty of speculation over the years among fans on whether any of the members are dating , nothing has been publicly confirmed .

dynamic : insp. insp. insp. insp. insp. app count : vocalist : 01. lead guitarist : 00. rhythm guitarist: 00. drummer: 00.

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 — if you’ve only been a passive fan of the band you’d know they made their debut way back in their college days . the group who actually met in the waiting room of the dean’s office have little in common with one another apart from their love of music . but of course as any die hard fan could tell you the group has constantly had to see each other as competition , vying for music scholarships and recording booth time since their band came to fruition , there is little that has been done about trying to salvage group dynamics . and although there has been plenty of speculation over the years among fans on whether any of the members are dating , nothing has been publicly confirmed .

dynamic : insp. insp. insp. insp. insp. app count : vocalist : 00. lead guitarist : 00. rhythm guitarist: 00. bassist: 00. drummer: 00. keyboardist: 00.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 — if you’ve only been a passive fan of the band you’d know they made their debut way back in their middle school days. originally a family band , when the eldest members decided to leave the youngest to her own devices , the band became a passion project for a vivacious middle schooler . but of course as any die hard fan could tell you the current group who only formed due to friends of parents hoping music would give their antisocial preteens a connection to something bigger than themselves and interact with anything outside of their rooms . since then the group has grown to be inseparable and embrace the parts of them that made them unique in middle school . and although there has been plenty of speculation over the years among fans on whether any of the members are dating , nothing has been publicly confirmed .

dynamic : insp. insp. insp. insp. insp. app count : vocalist : 00. lead guitarist : 00. rhythm guitarist: 00. bassist: 00. drummer: 00. keyboardist: 00.

𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

app count : 00.

#discord verse #( i poured my heart AND every ounce of my soul into this )#( pretty please don't let it flop i even had to rewrite it )#( also Thank you to everyone who voted to help me land on this ily )

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evanstanwrites · 4 years

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The CEO -2-

Revelation

summary: y/n Photographer meets James Bucky Barnes CEO of White Wolf Industry, they fall head over heels for each other. But Bucky has many secrets, will she find out who or what he really is? And more so will she accept it or will she run as far as she can when she finds out?

A/N: based on elements of an rp with the lovely @loricameback

A/N: proofreaded by my favo kiwi: @pawfect-melody

moodboard below by @imanuglywombat

warnings: angst, smut +18 only ( semi public, Daddy kink, oral, getting caught?)

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It’s been a few weeks since she had seen Bucky with his daughter in the park, that same day she had sent him a text to cancel their date for the next day without giving him an explanation. He had called her as soon as he saw the text,hoping that nothing was wrong. But she didn’t pick up, she had just let it ring as she stared with tears in her eyes at the phone ringing with his name and a picture the two of them had taken on one of their many dates. Him in one of his fancy suites with her on his lap kissing his cheek as he smiles at the camera. When she didn’t pick up he kept trying to call her but each and every time she refused to answer it, placing her phone on silent and in another room.

She cried herself to sleep that night and the night after. How could he do that to her, she didn’t want to be the other girl, the mistress. How did she not see it, how could she fall for the charms of a married man?

After the third day she blocked his number hoping he would get the hint that she didn’t want to hear or see him. But it seemed like he didn’t, he kept sending his usual flowers every few days and she kept throwing them away the moment she got them.

But after two weeks of wondering and questioning herself where things went wrong, why she didn’t see it, why her, she needed answers and she needed them now, she plucked up the courage and went to get them.

Bucky didn’t know what was going on, he was totally confused when he got her text to cancel their date and more so when she didn’t pick up when he called her and just blatantly ignored him. He won’t actually admit it out loud but it had hurt him, a lot, he didn’t know what went wrong. Did he do something, had he hurt her or did she find out who he really was, what his actual job entailed? He somewhat hoped that was it and that he hadn’t said or done something to hurt her without him knowing but at the same time he hoped that wasn’t it because he didn’t want her to find out like that, he wanted to tell her in his own way and time. After days of her ignoring him and blocking him, he walked around sulking. Being unintentionally harsher towards his men. Steve and Sam noticed his foul mood but both had learned quickly not to mention it.

Now two weeks later Bucky had been deep into a meeting with the most important men of his ‘team’ when he heard yelling coming from the hallway. Everyone looked up in shock when suddenly his office door was thrown open, everyone knew not to disturb him when he was in a meeting, and y/n walked in with a furious look on her face with Sophie hot on her heels. “I’m so sorry sir, I couldn’t stop her, she just…” Sophie started to apologize but was cut off by Bucky’s voice which sounded very calm. “it’s okay Sophie, I’ll handle it. Gentlemen, the meeting is over, we’ll continue this another time.” The moment the words had left his lips everyone had stood up and left his office, even Sophie, who closed the door behind her.

when the door closed y/n spoke up “You gonna kick me out?”

“of course not, I’m actually very happy you’re here sweetheart” he smiled as he stood up, relieved to see her even with the scene she just made. He begins to walk closer to her but for every step he took she took one backward making his smile slip from his face.

“Why sweetheart? Why did you pull back from me? Was it something I said or did? Please tell me what I can do to fix this.” he almost begged her, making her angrier with every word he spoke, how could he act like he didn’t do a thing wrong like he didn’t know.

“You know damn well what you did Bucky! And that’s why I’m here, I wanna know why? How could you do this to me, I don’t want to be the other woman!” she almost yelled at him.

“What are you talking about, doll?”

“The fact that I saw you the other day with your daughter! I don’t want to be your mistress, I don’t want to date a married man.” but just as she finished Bucky burst out in laughter and took her hands in his but she tried to snatch them back offended, only he held on even tighter careful not to hurt her. “How dare you laugh like that, this isn’t funny.” she scolds him.

“I know doll, it isn’t but the situation is. Here I was worried that I had said or done something to hurt you but that’s not the case. I’m not married. I’m very much single, at least that depends on you doll. Do you still want me?”

y/n was confused, he wasn’t married?

“Not married? But….. but I clearly remember seeing you with that little girl that Wednesday.” she stammers out as Bucky let’s go of her hands and walks to his desk picking up a framed picture and turning it for her to see: a beautiful young woman with long dark hair and bright eyes smiling at the little girl she remembered seeing.

“This is my little sister Rebecca and her daughter Jamie. My sister is a single mother so I help her out whenever I can so that’s what you saw sweetheart, every Wednesday I pick her up from school and take care of her for the night and then drop her off at school the next morning,” he explained as he puts down the picture frame again so he can take her hands in his. “I promise you doll, no wife and kid.”

A small smile finds its way onto her lips, how could she just jump to that conclusion and just assume things, god she totally made a fool of herself. The thought making the smile fall from her lips as quickly as it came.

“My god, I made a complete fool out of myself didn’t I? I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”

Bucky smiled as he cups her cheek forcing her to look at him. “You didn’t doll, it’s okay, all that matters is that you’re here now. But please don't shut me out like that again, talk to me instead” he softly speaks as his thumb swipes away a tear that had fallen from her eye.

“I promise, I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you?” she asks as her smile returns to her lips

“Oh I can think of a few things” he smirks as he turns them around and walks till he has her cornered against his desk and keeps his gaze on her lips.

She smirks knowing full well what he had in mind and she could feel herself getting wet at the thought. Bucky was amazing in bed, the best she had ever had, he knew how to play her body and she had to admit she had missed him so much in those two weeks they had been apart.

“Can I kiss you doll?”

“Yes, please kiss me. You don’t have to ask, I’m yours.”

That was all he needed before he placed his lips on top of hers claiming them in a deep passionate kiss as he picked her up and placed her on his desk so he could stand in between her spread legs and feel her heat. When a moan slips from her lips he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss as her hand roams his back before pulling his shirt out of his pants. As soon as his shirt wasn’t tucked into his pants anymore her warm hands slipped under the hem running her nails over his skin making him moan at the feeling.

“Fuck babydoll, I really missed you” he spoke against her lips as he pulled back giving them both time to catch their breath.

“I missed you too Buck.” she panted, she pushes him away as she tries to give him her best seductive smile before getting up from the desk and sinking to her knees in front of him.

“You don’t have to, sweetheart,” he says as y/n reaches out and cups his already hardening cock through his dress pants looking up at him with lust blown eyes.

“I know, I want to” she responds as she moves her eyes to his crotch, looking at it as she opens his dress pants and gets his cock out, stroking it till it lays rock hard and leaking in her hand. She doesn’t hesitate to lick the precum off the tip before taking as much as she can into her mouth making him moan out at the feeling and weave his hands into her hair.

“God kitten, so good for me” he growls holding himself back from fucking her face but she had other ideas as she started to quickly bob her head up and down his cock while massaging the bit that didn’t fit in her mouth. She wanted to make him feel good, not just to make it up to him, she wanted to, she loved to watch how he responded to her to see that she gave pleasure to the man she liked and was falling hard for.

He suddenly pulled her off his cock and up to her feet and before she could say something he was on her, kissing her hard, tasting himself on her tongue as he worked on opening her jeans and pushing them down together with her panties. He roughly turned her around and pushed her headfirst down on the desk so he had a beautiful view of her ass and her dripping pussy. He couldn’t stop himself and crouches down so he looks directly into her pussy and licks a strip slowly from her clit to her entrance making her shake from want.

“mmmm, my sweet kitten, so wet for me” he smirks as he stands back up and runs his hands over her exposed skin.

“All for you Daddy” She whimpers out the words she knows will drive him crazy. Pushing her hips back in need of some friction.

“Say that again kitten” he whispers into her ear as he grinds his hips into hers so she could feel his hard cock pushing against her pussy lips.

“It's all yours Daddy” her words hadn’t even completely left her mouth as Bucky slowly pushed inside of her, both moaning loudly at the feeling.

“I missed you sweetheart, fuck you feel amazing” he growls as he gives her a minute to adjust to him before he starts a brutal pace giving them what they both want and need. They’re so lost in each other that they don’t hear the door of Bucky’s office open until someone takes a deep breath and swears. “Fuck I’m so sorry” which makes Bucky look up over his shoulder without halting his thrusts, his back was faced towards the door so whoever had walked in only had a view of his ass and couldn’t see his girl laying on his desk.

“Steve, join or get the fuck out!” he yells at a frozen and pale Steve. That seemed to do the trick and Steve bolts out the door just as she feels her orgasm coming up.

“I’m so close Daddy” she moans as she meets his thrusts Bucky’s words to Steve making her clench around him harder. She knew he didn’t mean it when he told Steve to join, Bucky didn’t share but it still sounded hot.

“Then cum kitten, cum for me.” Bucky groaned clearly close himself, hearing him talk like that, hearing that he was barely holding it back did the trick and she came hard. It only took a few more thrusts and Bucky followed her spilling his seed deep inside her.

Once he had helped her clean up and dressed they cuddled up on the leather couch he had standing against the far wall in his office.

“I’m really sorry Bucky, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions” y/n said with her head on his chest listening to the beating of his heart.

“It’s okay doll, I’m just glad I have you back in my arms. Have dinner with me tonight, at my place, I could try and cook you something nice” he proposed as he ran his hand up and down her arm which made y/n chuckle.

“I vividly remember you telling me that you can’t cook.”

“We could get take out”

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ficsfourdays · 4 years

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Au! Rp part 2

Judas couldn’t look at him, how crippled and vulnerable he was laying there in bandages. She took one of his hands into hers and looked to the floor. As she tried to speak her words were trapped in her throat as sobs came out. “I am so so sorry Yuri. Please forgive me. I’m so sorry that this happened because of me, that you were trapped in a room filled with flames. I’m so sorry for hurting you that night when you showed me your weakest.” Her hands began to shake and she wiped her tears before looking at Yuri.

“I could feel it, what you were feeling before you froze yourself. Yuri I’m so sorry I put you through that.” Her eyes couldn’t escape from looking at the bandages and the frostbite covering patches of skin on his arms. Judas gently asked Viktor for some privacy with her eyes. He was hesitant but agreed under the condition that he remains guarding the door. Once the two were alone Judas looked at his burned hands, the pale skin that once laid there now twisted and damaged. She softly placed a kiss on the wrappings. With her head down she opened her heart, “Yuri...I won’t ask again after this I promise. I know what I did hurt you, I pushed you away that night over a pair of gloves when I should’ve cherished you. You were nothing but gentle and kind. But if you give me the chance I’ll make it up to you I promise. I want to to make you happy and hear your laugh. I want to protect you from Uriel.”

“Will you have me?”

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It was the first time ever that she opened up to him like this. He smiled slightly, as much as he was able to.

“Why did you think I went searching for you... of course, I’ll have you.”

She smiled at his words, pressing her forehead onto his chest as tears soaked the sheets covering him. He slowly nudged her side, making her look up at him once again. A blank look was the only thing he offered, and she could sense his sincerity as he spoke.

“Judas, I don’t blame you for any of this. Please don’t feel sorry... Uriel is the one who did it.” He had underestimated him, because within seconds he had him trapped in the room, and created the fire. Yuri barely had time to respond. Viktor previously that Yuri seemed rather calm, however he blamed the morphine they gave him for that. He was actually terrified.

“W-What happened to him?”

His heart skipped a beat as Judas told him they hadn’t found him yet, and he angered him to think that the Academy even believed his blatant lies and actually took him as a teaching figure. Just as he asked her this, Viktor returned, with two people by his side. They seemed to be the police, and he hated how they only got police into the matter, not even a single pro-hero.

“Yuri Plisetsky, could we ask you some questions about what happened?” One of them got out a notebook. Yuri hated how formal they were being, as if it wasn’t a case of an obvious murder attempt.

“Uriel tried to kill me by locking me in a room and setting it on fire. i saved myself by freezing the room including me completely. I have no idea what direction he went in, i was busy trying not to die.” He snapped at the two officers, to dismay of Viktor as he coughed loudly after doing so. “What more is there to tell?”

He turned to Judas with a tired expression, his body already weighing him down.

“I just want to sleep.”

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theholycovenantrpg · 3 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, CLAUDIA! YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF GABRIEL.

Admin Rosey: Wow - this was a terribly difficult decision to make. All the applications for Gabriel were so beautiful. But Claudia, have you no mercy? Gabriel has always held a rather special place within my heart simply because he is so unique unto himself, even among the entire legion of angels. You said it so aptly, but so cruelly: take an angel, give him everything but leave one thing missing. It’s a rather wicked script that one has to follow, isn’t it? But there is something terribly delicious about how this application doesn’t hold back on reading him right to his bones. You saw him for what he was: hunger, hunger, hunger. And you let us know that as well. The details, the small -isms that you gave him granted him such life that I couldn’t say no. Please create and send in your account, review the information on our CHECKLIST, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Welcome to the Holy Land!

Alias

claudia

Age

Personal Pronouns

she / her

Activity Level

i work full-time but i’m always checking the dash or else staying up to date with plotting in the dms in between replies. and of course weekends are my most active times.

Timezone

gmt+10

Triggers

REMOVED

How did you find the group?

following a bunch of the wonderful people who were involved in its creation

Current/Past RP Accounts

here

IN CHARACTER

Character

gabriel

What drew you to this character?

so gabriel was not the first character that sparked my interest and the aesthete in me is very much compelled to justify in metaphor (you know, the whole “there’s this japanese phrase i like: koi no yokan. not love at first sight but second sight. the feeling that when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. maybe not right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.”). the truth is, i came into thc very much wanting to play a sexy morally ambiguous antagonist and agent of chaos that could wreak havoc and plot death and destruction. admittedly, i had only skimmed gabriel’s bio when it was released.

there’s an ancient roman crying out for blood in the colosseum in everyone that will always be drawn to the dark and the delicious possibility of amorality, because good and evil lies on a spectrum and exploring the shades of grey in between is so much more interesting than delving into a character who positions themselves so firmly at either end and says no, this is me, this is what i am and my conviction will not waver. or, to quote another beloved symbol, idol, champion of the people, that believed so fervently in a cause that the martyrdom nearly killed him, “when the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world — “no, you move.””

it is hard to write good. it is hard to take a character that is so infinitely good and compassionate, someone who is motivated by these enormous, intangible concepts like love and justice and peace, and capture them in words.

how do you explain why gabriel loves humans? how do you explain how he still loves them, fights for them, protects them, when everything his brothers and sisters did to him was because the humans dared to love him back? it’d be like asking the question of god himself — why? you claimed to love humans above all and yet you gave the strength, grace and majesty of immortality and wisdom to the angels. they were your firstborn, and humans were the spoiled youngest child. the unruly, overindulged creatures that got away with everything, that sinned and yet were still worthy of salvation.

for most people, gabriel is the first angel they ever learn about. gabriel coming to nazareth, gabriel saying be not afraid as he explains how a human woman will be the genesis of the son of god. he is the first. and understanding why gabriel loves humans, as god did, perhaps even more, comes back to the beginning, too.

gabriel was created the incarnation of hunger. and i am literally obsessed with the concept of ‘hunger’ in it all its forms, literary, cinematically, poetically. it’s fascinating because it’s not a concept that belongs to either good or evil, it’s simply a force, a manifestation of pure instinct. but we so often associate it with evil, and even in the bible, too much hunger is condemned. you could argue that the seven deadly sins are simply just an extrapolation of hunger in its myriad guises. the idea that you could be made perfect — as all angels are — and yet be left with this gaping chasm inside you, this endless hunger, a hunger that demands to be fed and nurtured, sated with divine higher purpose, is like, my literary achilles’ heel. why does gabriel love humans? how could he not? he was made in their image, and they in his.

What future plots do you have in mind for the character?

THE SUN NEVER SETS ON THE HOLY LAND.

that thing i said about wanting to play a sexy character? well gabriel being the sun and the third arm of the governing body that rules over the holy land is extremely sexy. it’s a shame he doesn’t much care for it. oh, he likes the concept of being a key guardian of freedom and peace across the new world but power holds no sway over him. and ironically that’s what makes him so inherently powerful. gabriel was the natural choice for the sun — beloved by humans, martyred for his love and sacrifices for them — he’d already burned for so long, so quietly, in service of bringing justice to the world. but gabriel has never needed a title to serve. he was born a messenger, a soldier, he has never needed a crown.

and despite what they say, heavy is the head, it is a crown perfectly made for him. the sun — illuminating and all-consuming, the source of all life and light in the world — is all-seeing. all-powerful. gabriel learned at god’s side what it means to rule. and a messenger is not so different from a prophet, from an orator. when he speaks, the world listens.

gabriel is well aware that michael sees the tridium power as child’s play, and their brotherhood as a means to influence the tridium, and thus the entirety of the holy land. power feeds and power corrupts and the lack of it will drive people like his brothers to insatiable madness. gabriel used to play peacemaker amongst his brothers, always defending the mortals or softening the aftermath of their fathers’ worst outbursts. now, as the sun, he stands above them. it is not a position he ever campaigned for but he’d won it all the same by democracy. the angel of the people, the sun of the holy land. he’s never pressed his influence over his brothers, always careful to tread the line of how his title benefits them and advances caelum’s purposes — celestial beings have always done things in three, after all. do i want to see him flex that power and unleash the full weight of his influence and majesty and just go absolutely supernova ham? of course. but it will take more that some sibling bickering and infighting to spark that wildfire. i don’t know yet what that spark would be, whether it’s demons meddling in tridium business or some political shift in the paradigm, but gabriel is not someone you want to cross.

do not mistake his kindness for weakness. the sun gives life as easily as it can set it ablaze.

LOYALTY WILL BE THE LAST BASTION TO CRUMBLE.

now this is entirely dependent on the dynamic of the three, in particular whoever is elected as the stars, but i see the tridium as a wildcard amidst all the vacillating allegiances and power plays of the holy land.

gabriel believes in the true purpose of the tridium, he believes each faction is entitled to equal authority over protecting the peace and future of the holy land. a true system of checks and balances, a democracy that amplifies the voices of the weak and powerless and upholds the cause of the vulnerable and the oppressed. whether that’s in the political interests of azazel and the future stars remains to be seen.

from the very beginning, gabriel would have been vitally curious about azazel. his former sister, a fallen angel. it is not his place to forgive, but he forgives nonetheless, as god would have. if he was not a thing made of hunger, the way she was a thing made of desire, maybe he would have fallen, too. he, more than anyone, had the right to fall. but he didn’t, and she did, and she’s done quite well for herself in the millennia since. finding herself a new throne, new family, even a new brother to dote upon her. in spite of his instincts and the holiness that riots in his veins against the thought of colluding with demons, even under the new testament, he understands. he doesn’t blame her. so, i will leave this entirely tbd for plotting but i could see either a strange, inexplicable friendship between them or a playful, vicious dynamic with an underlying current of empathy.

in many ways the moon and the stars will be the closest people gabriel has to true equals. he is no longer purely archangel, he is other. he must represent the interests of all of the holy land. trusting them would be folly, but unlike the ages of old, the name of the game is no longer a zero-sum winner takes all scenario. if the peace fails, the world will crumble into bedlam. is it a doomed act, attempting to balance the three factions upon the scales of peace? perhaps. perhaps they are playing a losing game, betting against the house, delaying the inevitable. it would be one thing to manipulate the balance of power between them, feeding the poison of their faction into their governance. it would be another if any one of their factions actually won.

why did they call themselves the sun, the moon, the stars? because they are figureheads, above all. symbols of caelum, infernum, the holy land. their factions all believe them to be puppets, leverage for their own political hunger and thirst for power. they are not blind. if either of their sides emerges from an inevitable all out war situation, what will happen to them? crownless, purposeless, no kingdom left to rule. certainly not a kingdom that will be theirs.

azazel wants to be worshipped. gabriel wants to burn until righteousness has scoured all evil from the holy land. the stars will inevitably be someone equally chaotic. they’re all that stands between the holy land and desolation. it’s like the perfect office workplace drama set-up. i would like to see it.

HUNGER IS THE MOST HUMAN THING OF ALL

throughout time, gabriel has had his favourites. he’s his father’s son, after all. zacharias, mary, noah. if these were the ages of old, he might have counted revna among those ranks. if gabriel were not an immortal angel, this would be called having a friend. but because gabriel is who he is, he considers them more like wards. like he’s taken it upon himself to be their self-appointed guardian angel.

it’s lonely being an instrument of god, and now the sun of the holy land, like what do you imagine he does after a long day of work? relax? of course not. so having a friend is nice. and having someone he can talk to, free of all the baggage and weight of being who they are, is like a glimpse of the peace he hasn’t known since before he had wings.

with revna, as with every mortal he had ever taken under his golden wings, he swallows any thought of just how mortal they are. how short-lived. in a blink, she will die. in another, her name will be forgotten, nothing more than a memory imprinted in a lonely angel’s mind. he tries not to think too much about mortality, or the whims and follies of mortals, the lengths they will go to in the name of survival that he has never dreamed. their freedom is predicated on living long enough to taste it. is it such a crime to want to live? for all their limitless powers and immortality, no angel and demon will ever know what that feels like — the sheer, visceral incandescence of burning so fleeting but so brilliant that to die is nothing. to live is the ultimate choice.

also… their powers are literally antithetical to each other. revna creates reality for all the senses, and gabriel deadens them. hello, let’s talk about that!

i’ll keep this brief or else i’ll spend days spiralling into interesting tangents and possibilities but other than the archangels and select few higher-ranking angels are aware of his powers. they think he doesn’t have any. to reveal this aspect of himself, a bearing of something like his true self or maybe even a soul, would be very spicy. in case anyone needs a reminder that all angels are terrifying and just because gabriel is pretty and warm like the sun, you shouldn’t believe he is anything less than terror carved into the sublime.

SO THIS IS HOW LIBERTY DIES. WITH THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE.

this is the darkest timeline plot where i throw a dice just to see where it lands. i don’t see gabriel deviating too much from his course, because he is the tree (planted by the river, if you remember the earlier quote), and he will destroy himself before he has to bend or break beneath the whims of external chaos.

of course, it’s fun to the think about the hypotheticals so i’m going to do that. if the tridium falls, where does that leave gabriel? and to whom will his allegiances lie? if michael or raphael are the cause, would he stand beside caelum all the same? gabriel loves humans because he wants to; he loves his siblings because they are his blood and bone. rip to the angels but you and the mortals are not the same.

he’s also seen how the holiness of the angels have been twisted and warped over time, through countless wars and inimitable suffering, yes. but they’ve changed nonetheless. some amongst them are closer to their fallen brethren than anyone would ever dare to admit but gabriel sees all. he was the angel they left to rot in the farthest corners of heaven, he was the one whose wings were torn, not by enemies of heaven but by his own brothers. and he did not fall. so either gabriel is made of stronger stuff than all the angels or he is the dumbest of them all. it’s very likely both. his faith in the existence of the angels is resolute, unwavering after all this time. his righteousness has burned for a thousand years and it will burn a thousand more until the sun swallows everything and all things cease to exist. if he has to turn against brother and sister, as they did with him, and unquestioningly at that, then he will.

he has sworn to smite any creature that will strike down an innocent before him, and whether angel or demon, it’s a quest that he will pursue to its ruinous end.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character?

yes, preferably by going supernova in a blaze of gory and carnage.

IN DEPTH

Driving Character Motivation

it all comes back to hunger, baby. let’s do this as a thought exercise. imagine god in his build-a-bear workshop for angels creating gabriel like he’s pandora’s box:

take an angel, give him everything but leave one thing missing.

don’t tell him what it is.

teach him the hole inside him is called hunger and that hunger is love, hunger is sacrifice, hunger is knowing that the kingdom of heaven is empty and god is not enough.

take an angel, give him hunger, and then wonder why he becomes more human than human.

gabriel is driven by the insatiable wanting in him to do good. i will note that it is, in a fact, a want and not a need because this in itself is the thing that distinguishes him from his brothers. in a way, falling in love with humanity was an act of free will, and thus an act of defiance. god wanted him to protect his children, yes, but he had never intended for him to enjoy it. he had never foreseen that gabriel, filled with compassion and thirst for justice, would come to empathise with the humans. he never could have imagined that creating an angel out of pure hunger could make him more akin to human than divine. and that was god’s mistake. it’s the mistake of anyone that looks at him and sees weakness — why would a creature so powerful deign to care for humanity? why should he care if they live or die, or wage war or hurt each other? — they imagine that his relentless pursuit of a better world is because he was made for it. no, gabriel chose this world. he chose to strike down god and tear his throne down with his teeth. he chose remake the world better, brighter, braver.

and as god will tell you, beware any that dare stand in his way.

Character Traits

INCANDESCENT — there isn’t really a word that captures gabriel’s essence other than in terms of sunlight and burning. being near him is like turning skywards and feeling of the sun on your face. he is radiant, and charismatic and magnetic, and it ignites a sort of hunger in you to be close to him, to listen to him speak, to tell him everything about you and answer any question he asks, if only to be in his presence for a little longer. to be under the shade of his attention is like being pinpointed at the center of the universe. it’s gratifying, and incredibly intoxicating, being given the sole focus of one of the most powerful beings in the holy land. for a moment, you are the one, and everything else falls away into shadow. but of course, reality snaps back and everything and everyone is simply whirling around in orbit of gabriel, the sun.

COMPASSIONATE — before he was the sun, he was the archangel of the people, the guardian of humans and the champion of god’s most beloved children. out of all the angels, gabriel was the one who took pains to mean it when he said be not afraid. he wore their skin and learned to smile like humans — with the eyes, not just with the mouth — because it would comfort them instead of scare them. as a former messenger, gabriel’s also an excellent listener. he gives excellent advice, too, being naturally sympathetic to the plights and suffering of anyone he meets. he hates injustice and wrongdoing and if it’s in his power, he’ll do anything to help you rectify your circumstances. he’s a very giving person, and despite his various duties and responsibilities, he’s willing to go to the ends of the earth for someone if he believes it’s a cause worth serving.

SELF-RIGHTEOUS — the other side of the embodiment righteousness coin. because when you have a creature as all-powerful and driven as gabriel is, his morality is absolute. there is no room for grey or doubt in the eyes of the self-proclaimed moral compass of the holy land. good and evil lie on a spectrum but gabriel will play the trinity himself if that’s what it takes: judge, jury and executioner.

GRACIOUS. UNYIELDING. SPITEFUL.

In-Character Para Sample

Heaven is cold, if you could believe it. There are places in the kingdom of God where the sun holds no dominion. No, everything here is ruled by and under Him. His omniscience and omnipotence is all. His kingdom is coldest where light shies from the darkness, held at bay by the divine liminality of here and nothingness. You cannot define a space that is simply nothing, simply an absence. An abyss would be too poetic a word for it, this black hole spinning ad infinitum into the dark, soaking up every molecule of anything that could be constituted as being. It is a nothingness. It is a forever of nothingness.

This is where they keep their prisoners.

If you imagine God to be cruel, consider for a moment what he does to his own children.

It could be a month, it could be a millennia, that has passed since they cast him into the shadows of Heaven and left him here. Not to rot, or decay, but to exist; the cruellest punishment of all. Suspended in a vacuum of seeing, feeling, hearing, touching, tasting, a mockery of his own abilities. In the realms of hell, they might call this purgatory. The architects of Heaven would never deign to give a place like this a name.

Gabriel counts seconds and minutes here and there to pass time. A mindless, thoughtless exercise that intrudes upon the endless, desolate stretch of infinity. It keeps him from thinking about his wings and how he might never fly again.

There is no air here to fly, to surge up and taste wind between his feathers. He’s thankful for it — perhaps the only godforsaken grace he’s been granted, a pitiful stroke of thoughtless mercy — if only because it means he cannot attempt it. He thinks if he were to try, wings screaming for clemency, searing fire along his back and down his chest, and fall, that would be the last of him. And if there is nothing left of Gabriel, what would that make him? A creature of divine agony and writhing torment. A monster better suited to hell. If he could claw his way out of the unseeable and untouchable bars of this prison, perhaps he would see that Lucifer had been right.

God was weak. He deserved to be struck down. He deserved to have everything taken from him, as he had taken everything from them.

In the embrace of the void, Gabriel oscillates through every emotion at his disposal. Humanity taught him a great deal about feeling. How hatred and loathing simmered like poison in the blood; how the blaze of fury clawing up your throat could incinerate reason and logic; how love was a form of magic, a trace of stolen divinity pressed between the lips of mortals, enveloped in bodies and hands and kisses. Gabriel did not understand love the way humans did. His love was a consuming thing, a devotion like worship. Like self-immolation. He loved God because that was what he was made for. He loved his brothers because he fought and bled for them, because they were carved from the same grace and streak of lightning crackling through the heavens.

He did not know if he loved God the way humans loved him. They had never seen him, never felt his magnanimous smile or the great vastness of his presence, and yet they believed. They believed so fully, so viscerally, they would die for him anyway. They lived their tiny, fleeting lives grasping for the sky, dreaming and hoping of one day seeing him.

Gabriel saw God all the time, but his love was a necessity to him like existence. It was not a choice.

Did that make it lesser? Was it less true because humans chose and he did not?

Sometimes, he sits here, floating in the forgotten recesses of Heaven’s prison, and wonders if maybe God had truly made a mistake. Why give the angels everything, but free will? Why give the humans nothing and only free will? It was inexplicable, the ultimate riddle wrapped in an enigma, obscured by God’s will and word, that the angels had been asking since Adam and Eve and the garden.

In the time he floats, wavering between ire and despondence, rage and bitterness, he thinks he finds the answer. — The reason why God loved humans above all. The reason why he’d chosen them, blessed them, forgiven them.

Humanity was given the choice. And they had chosen God, in spite of everything.

If he had granted the angels the same freedom, would they have chosen Him?

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The Best Intentions - Ansgar/Joline Part 1

((A/N - I’ll be reposting parts of this RP with @theothercourse every few days. Revisited it and I enjoyed re-reading it. Hope you do too. Lots of *ahem* in this RP, but that’s par for the course with Ansgar. Plot, too. :) Enjoy and if you like it let @theothercourse know!))

The Best Intentions

Part One

“Mamma, are you sure I can take the car?” Joline bellowed through the craftsman style home that she shared with her mother. She scoffed at the trainers she’d just laced upon her feet and toed out of them again. “I can take my bike.”

The older Lindberg woman sauntered through and handed her daughter a proper pair of pumps. “Wear these. They’re smarter.”

Jo folded at the waist to slip on the new pair heels, hopping on one foot when one shoe refused to cooperate. “You sure about the car?”

“Take it. I’ll ring up Elias to take me to my treatment.” She reached out and caressed her daughter’s hair. “Knock ‘em out today, yeah? Go do justice!”

“I will, mamma.”

“You work too much.”

“So you tell me,” she leaned and kissed her mother’s cheek. “Thanks for the ride. Call my mobile later, yeah? Tell me how it went today.”

Emelie Lindberg nearly pushed her daughter out the front door. “Go. Before I go for you.”

*~*~*~*~

Joline unfolded herself from her mother’s borrowed Mini Cooper and stepped onto the distinguished carpark of @martinssonconstruction. Her knees protested the confines of the stupidly small car. She glared up at the glittering tower feeling under dressed to be standing in the carpark, let alone entering. And she dressed for the occasion, a freshly pressed purple button down blouse over a denim skirt and the Louboutin heels her mother burgled from only she knew where.

The late summer sun beat down, an oppressive heat that made it difficult to breathe. She could feel her natural blonde hair thrashing against her black dye job, fighting to get free of its prison.

Dipping back into the car, she fetched her clipboard of work permits, purchase orders, requisitions and recent estimates for repairs at the Stockholm Opera House. Despite her wounded pride, she also included some of the letters addressed to her of where she failed. Each pointed out just where attention was required in her house. The house manager could do only so much without owner intervention.

Joline rolled her shoulders back, pushed her reading glasses into place high on her nose and marched a steady pace across the carpark. She flung open the glass door and clicked her heels on the marble floor from the front door to the reception desk. Two administrative assistants answered an influx of ringing telephones.

‘Martinsson Construction, won’t you hold please?’ repeated over and over for the onslaught of calls.

After signing her name in the guestbook, notably three pages long for the 28th of July already, Joline stood before the receptionists to ask (insist) that she see Froken Wiessing immediately. But the phone calls didn’t stop…

Against her better judgement, after waiting an exorbitant amount of time, she marched into the President Office. “Froken Wiessing, please forgive the rude and unannounced intrusion, but I must insist. Its imperative that we go over these repairs. The sprinklers in the rehearsal room have been going off at random and the director… is… not… happy.”

She slowed her speech as she realized that her eyes didn’t deceive her. Froken Wiessing and all her family portraits and certificates of accomplishment had been replaced by someone quite different. “You’re not Froken Wiessing.”

The floor didn’t swallow her up.

How she wished it had.

Typically, Ansgar Martinsson hated virtual press conferences. Hated them with a passion. Despised them. Loathed them. Wished the person who had come up with the very innane and fucking stupid idea would have his skin sloughed off in the depths of hellfire and be hoisted upon a pike to rot for eternity.

He much preferred the in-person version. Much preferred speaking his mind, standing on a stage in front of an audience, interacting. He loved charming the shit out of the reporters in the room; both the females who wanted to fuck him and the males who wanted to be him… or in some cases, yeah… to fuck him.

But that time, Ansgar actually relished answering the press’ questions within the solitude of his office, enjoyed being able to shut his door and hide behind his computer screen, where he could take his time, where he could engage his slightly sluggish brain before his motor-mouth. He appreciated his PR VP’s insight into his strangely fragile psyche in that moment. He’d even given Janetta the indulgence of a “thanks,” a handshake, and a “nice job,” when he’d learned she’d arranged for the press conference to be a virtual one instead of a live one.

“It’s okay,” Janetta had said, shrugging. “You need time, Sgar. I get it. I got your back.”

***

… But apparently his receptionist did not have his back. Judging from the way the intruder was ranting, there would be no appreciative “thanks” or “nice job” in the cards for Britta. Just the opposite. Quite the opposite.

“What the fuck?” Ansgar stood quickly, and almost by reflex, wrenched his top right-hand drawer open. His fingers twitched as they hovered over the pearl handle of his Ruger Blackhawk within, ready to snatch it up and shoot - defend himself if need be. “Who are you, and how did you get into my office?”

“Oh, uh… hi,” Jo intoned absently while flipping through her overloaded clipboard, sifting through document after document to search for… well, hell, she didn’t know what. Anything.

“Yeah, I… uh, I used the door.” She indicated with a tip of her head in the general direction of said entry way to explain her appearance.

No sense of humor, noted.

The man growled and gnashed his teeth at her, his jaw rippling with the effort. If he could spit fire, she sure as shit would be singed.

Maybe all the way burned.

Third degree burns by the heat and intensity of the glare from the lion of a man. Then he flared his nostrils, and she wondered if he could in fact breathe fire.

Jo tapped her foot on the marble floor to check her escape route. Only solid.

Damnit! Hard unforgiving marble. Her rescue chasm must be on holiday. No black hole to whisk her away from the wrong place, wrong time, and wrong person.

But she wouldn’t wither, she wouldn’t retreat, she wouldn’t show weakness. The theatre needed her, her performers needed her, her season subscribers, her box office staff, her technical designers.

Could she lie about her identity? Should she? She tried to remember how much she’d gotten through of her rehearsed speech that she wrote in her head during the nearly hour long wait by reception.

Maybe she’d just ignore that bit.

“Yeah, uh… I… this is a matter for Wiessing. I’m here for that.” She clasped her Opera House work file between her palms, holding it up as proof. “May I see her? Please?”

The lion in a suit worth more than her house pressed his hands into the massive desk and dropped his head to his chest. Summoning fire or just breathing, Jo couldn’t tell for sure. But when he lifted his head again at her, he held a broody confused smolder.

A resignation? A surrender?

Then it was gone again, an exasperated sigh escaped him. The incredulous annoyance returned, his impatience driving off him in a steady current.

Thank Heavens! No fire. No sunburn or heat blisters.

Jo raked her hand through her pin straight hair. “I waited. Out there. For an hour, but I’ve been waiting since February for a meeting. With her, with Wiessing. I’ve got a new season starting in September, companies that need a proper and functional rehearsal space, season ticket holders threatening to pull their patronage if they’re not entirely satisfied, and a sprinkler system that goes off without warning.”

Pressing her luck, she stated, “That’s who the fuck I am.”

Companies… rehearsal space… ticket holders… patronage….

Sprinkler system…

I waited for an hour…

Waiting since February…

If Ansgar was angry at this… this… girl… this girl in obviously borrowed Louboutins intruding into his private office, he’d suddenly and swiftly become furious at her words, and the implications thereof.

He lifted a hand, silencing the tirade he saw coming in the massive inhale of her breath. “Wait, let me understand you,” he said, preternaturally calmly, his eyes narrowing. “Are you telling me you are a representative of the Stockholm Opera House?”

“Yes,” she said, her breath huffing out through her nose.

“And are you telling me that the sprinkler system in the building is… faulty?” He cocked his head. “Do I have that right so far?”

“Yes,” she answered, “and the Prima Donna is….”

“I don’t care about the Prima Donna,” Ansgar barked. And then, after a calming breath, he continued, the words pushed out through grit teeth. “What I do care about is that you represent one of my largest customers, and that customer is dissatisfied.”

“Not so much dissatisfied, but…”

He cut her off again. “And not only that but you have been, quite rudely I might add, made to wait since… since how long?” He squinted, cocking his head as he strode out from behind the desk.

“Um, February.”

He nodded in annoyance. “February,” he repeated. “Your building has had a leaking sprinkler system since February.”

The young woman before him shrugged, her lips pressed together in a resigned moue. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. It’s not just leaking, it’s… it’s going off whenever, getting everyone wet, ruining set pieces.”

“I see,” he said, his own lips twisting into an expression not unlike hers. He nodded again, an irritated, whispery chuckle burbling up through his nostrils. He pushed off the edge of the desk, and turned one of the guest chairs around. “Please, sit,” he gestured. “I do believe we need to discuss how I can make this right.”

And then, he held out his hand, a broad smile brightening his face. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Ansgar Martinsson. I am the CEO of this company.”

“Joline. Joline Lindberg,” she introduced herself wearily, accepting and shaking his hand. She smiled weakly when his didn’t quite reach his eyes. “House manager,” she stated, “Stockholm Opera House.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” he said automatically, but not entirely sincere in the delivery.

She quipped, “Charmed, I’m sure.” She kept it to herself, under her breath. Jokes landed on executive types as well as water to a flame. A lot of hissing.

She waited. She waited for the usual faux impressed high-pitched, ‘Fancy title for a woman.’ 'How did you get that job?’ Or something as equally as vile. But it didn’t come. Instead she got a solid, “I’m positive we can sort this.”

Okay, so Ansgar Martinsson wasn’t that type of man. From the superior attitude that drafted her way from her intrusion, she assumed male dominance, but no. His was a general arrogance, believing others capable (man or woman), just not as capable as he. She could live with that. Possibly work with that.

Jo hugged the portfolio of problems to her chest as she situated herself to the guest chair. Soothing her denim skirt down for the sake of modesty and decorum, she perched herself on the edge of the seat in anticipation. She flattened the stack of documents in her lap, squeezing her thighs together. She adjusted her thin-rimmed glasses and breathed.

“Your predecessor…” Ansgar began confidently taking another seat opposite her.

“Steffan,” she reminded when he hesitated.

“Ah, yes… Steffan. Forgive me, I’ve been away,” he almost dismissed out of hand, but his eyes gave him away.

“I met with him,” the CEO explained, “a number of times, in regards to–”

“–Restorations!” Jo blurted out suddenly, interrupting them and taking them both by surprise. Her face lit up like a spotlight on the Prima Donna performing her eleven o'clock number.

His name. Ansgar Martinsson. She recognized it from her files, some of the early ones when she inherited the job as manager. A delayed response, but her mind had been running it over and over again as familiar for another reason than the obvious founder of Martinsson Construction.

She muttered, “Sorry. Sorry. I’m so– it just came to me.” She rifled through the files, her fingers walking deeper and deeper into the stack, her back curling forward. “Sorry… I know it’s just here. Somewhere.”

With a ‘aha’, she finally produced at least one of the documents left to her. ‘For the future,’ her colleague had told her. “Plans for the small theatre in the south wing. You’re mentioned, and there are some estimated costs. I’m sorry… I just recognized your name.”

“That’s quite all right. I strive to make my name memorable.” A glint of mischievous joy brightened his features, so much that he almost looked like a young boy.

“I don’t want to ruffle feathers or step on toes or point fingers at anyone,” she admitted softly. “i took over this job from Steffan six months ago. I only want to do what’s best for the theatre but I’m afraid I can’t do it alone. Wiessing kept promising help. ‘Soon,’ she’d say. She was swamped filling your shoes, there simply wasn’t enough of her to go around. So… i guess my plea is, may I have her back please before anyone else gets soggy in my house?”

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paradise-of-guilty-pleasures · 4 years

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Shattered Reflections {22}

[Helsa RP- Fanfic]

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Post-Frozen/ Canon Divergence

- Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Romance

Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa, Kristoff/Anna

Previous Chapter:21. Nonchalant

A/N:

Direct continuation of the previous chapter. I'm really bad at updating I had this done since I posted the last chapter, but just kept pushing off the update. I have two other chapters. IDK how soon I should post them, cause I don't want to spam them.

22. Waltz of the Snowflakes

Elsa was appeased knowing that in the future, even if Hans didn't continue to stay in the castle, he would still want to put down roots somewhere nearby, remaining somewhere between the castle and the sea. Not straying far from her, staying at her beck and call. The idea eased more than her mind, it really seemed to warm her heart as well.

Her heart had been feeling a little lighter that night. It was a strange sensation to have it be constantly aflutter. She didn't quite fathom why the feeling seemed to be lingering longer than it usually did. Though she just thought it was more peculiar than particularly unpleasant. Her heart's flutter was not the most abnormal thing she was presently experiencing either. Stranger still was the sudden surge in her magic, that desperately wanted to break free. A tingling extruded from her extremities, yet the unexpected swirling of magic within her didn't feel like any of the normal outburst that often occurred when she got anxious. This burst of power was somewhat different, it seemed more euphoric, if she had to make a comparison she'd consider it to be closer to the feeling of when she let it go for the first time in forever, more than anything else. The abrupt sensation scouring through her body puzzled her a bit because she didn't understand why now? Most of the time her powers started acting up was when she felt more negative emotions, currently she was feeling quite the contrary, in fact she was rather content, but she didn't think that alone would warrant her powers to swell inside her.

Elsa had a soft smile on her face. She had been curiously looking down at her hands.

"Yeah, I-Oh?" she began to respond, but she suddenly stopped when she spotted a snowflake slowly drift by her nose. Elsa looked up and saw that a small flurry had formed above her which was starting to softly drop snowflakes around her. This was new. "That's...strange. What is going on?'' She commented pointing up a bit stunned at what was occurring, being surprised by her own powers was something that didn't happen quite often. Her icy blues were opened wide, transfixed on the abnormal snowfall. "I have absolutely no idea why my powers decided to be unruly right now."

Hans grimaced a little at the thought.

"Should I be worried, your Majesty? I seem to recall the last time they got unruly was a rather painful experience for all of us." He laughed a little nervously and shifted somewhat uncomfortably to give her space. Not because he was afraid of her, but because he was reminded that she should be afraid of him.

"Hm? No, I don't think so, it's nothing that drastic," she assured, she flicked her wrist and the flurry vanished. "I think I have it under control."

Elsa turned facing towards the window and began to test her control over her powers. She quickly conjured a variety of forms which she quickly transfigured. She began the release of her pent-up magic with a snowman much like Olaf which collapsed and reconfigured to a horse, followed by a replica of her Ice Castle that then turned in on of the Arendelle Castle. After seeing enough of her perfect precision over her magic she let it dematerialized.

She hummed in confusion. "That was rather odd, I know my powers sometimes seep out when I feel anxious, but the thing is I didn't think I was feeling that way at all, also it usually tends to be ice not snow." Elsa was perplexed, she pressed her lips. She might have thought it wasn't due fatigue but she didn't think that was the case either. She really was clueless.

"Hmm, ice for danger, snow for... something else? Something lighter?" Hans proposed, perplexed and intrigued as he leaned back to watch her work upside-down. He grunted a little and righted himself when she was done, finding he couldn't process anything upside-down, anyway. He seized upon a strange idea, and pushed himself to his feet. In spite of his drinking earlier, he seemed perfectly steady. He'd had some time to process the alcohol, after all. He offered her his hand.

"Perhaps it only makes sense to women who've known me in more pleasant circumstances, but I've just realized we've known each-other for a rather long time now, and I'm not certain I've ever asked you for a dance. That's not very like me." He mused. He wondered if that would change the ice as well. He wasn't sure what he thought he was doing, but somewhere deep down, it felt like that made sense. Dancing would illuminate things. He often liked to dance and think at the same time.

Elsa thought Hans' hypothesis about the snow seemed rather reasonable, but she wondered why something similar hasn't occurred sooner. Dance? The invitation caught her off guard, bringing out a blush on her cheeks yet again. She gawked at him, from his offered hand to his contemplative face. Elsa couldn't determine whether his proposition or the snow were the far stranger between the two. Though she decided she'd take his suggestion as part of the tipsy foolishness he'd warned her about earlier.

"Um, you have not," she responded. "Though I'm uncertain what that has to do with anything," she started in confusion, yet her own hand already seemed to be hesitantly dancing to determine whether or not she should take his hand. "Also I'm not much of a dancer, I'm certain I'm quite bungling at it."

"Not a thing." He assured sweetly. "Unless it does and I don't know. You don't have to be good, I like a simple box-step. Trust me to lead and you'll do fine." He assured, never wavering in his offer. "I'm in the habit of dancing often. There were always maids around to dance with at home, so it was a good way to pass the time, hold a conversation, pretend everything was alright." He assured, at least he admitted the truth; it was pretending.

Elsa teetered a bit more, she paused, looking him over one more time, intently gazing into his eyes for a long moment.

"Alright," she said softly as she gently grasped his warm hand with her own. Elsa figured dancing was something a bit more formal anyway, an activity royals partook in often, even if she herself wasn't one of them. Besides, they had certainly already been a lot more intimate than that before, so taking up on his offer couldn't possibly hurt, could it? He was also her friend now, surely that's something they do together. Regardless of all the logical reasoning (or excuses as others may prefer to see them) the reality was that a part of her strongly wanted to feel his ever emanating warmth against her skin once again.

Hans smiled a little to himself and positioned their arms as he walked her out a little ways from the bed. Just as well that it was simple, he was still injured and couldn't exactly do a whole lot of activity. He hummed a tune with the appropriate rhythm and held her close while he led, starting slow for her and picking up to match the music as she got the pattern.

"There we are. An easy box-step." He sounded pleased with that, continuing at the same pace, as constant and inevitable as the tide.

Elsa did struggle a bit at first, stumbling and not perfectly matching the pattern, but with Hans taking the lead and his gentle guidance she seemed to be getting the hang of it fairly quickly. She had been pretty preoccupied at first trying to focus all her attention on her feet, but now she had gotten more control over her motor skills and could actually look at him.

"I do beg your pardon if I step on your toes too hard, but I do think I'm finding my footing."

"Oh, you're not the first person I've guided through the steps, and you've had a little more practice than some of the maids." He assured her, not minding at all. "I'm a tough young man, I can handle being trodden on once or twice." He joked, carrying on the pace without worry, and just enjoying the rhythm of the movement. It wasn't often that he shared something from home that wasn't angry or depressing. It was just a nice thing he held onto and brought wherever he went. An odd habit he enjoyed. A simple box-step for no good reason other than that it was enjoyable.

"Only a bit of practice, not much though, definitely not the adequate amount that a Queen should know. Certainly ill-prepared for any royal social gathering. Luckily I don't have to partake in those if I don't desire," she assured. "Hopefully you don't get trodden thrice I'm afraid to find out what happens then," she joked back with a giggle.

Their dancing had made yet another bittersweet memory re-emerge, it was her dancing with her father when she was a little girl, stepping on his toes being half his size. Happy memories with her parents were so few and far between she often wondered if they had just been lovely dreams she made up in her solitude.

"Everyone misses a few things they ought to know, there's not enough time in one's youth to get all that information at once." Hans assured, with unusual amounts of forgiveness for himself. He said it as if to brush away her anxieties and shield her from them. "At any rate, you're doing a lovely job. You've got the grace to dance, just not the training. Never mind it, it will come." He assured her, though confident for no particular reason except to make her feel better.

"That's for certain, might as well learn how to do some of that stuff now," Elsa smiled. "Thank you, probably wouldn't be as lovely without an excellent instructor." She complimented. Elsa thought the two of them just dancing for no particular reason was rather nice. Just being in each other's company always felt right, more so when they shared pleasant moments (which unexpectedly involved much warmth and caresses exchanged between an Ice Queen and a quondam Prince).

"It's surprising, I must've danced with half the girls in the Isles by now, just by fact of how many maids we hire. But I don't tell everybody I play the harp. Funny how one can get things out of order, going to a new place." He observed, smiling slightly as he danced with her. He hummed again, a slow, perhaps even romantic song. It had to be slow, starting to learn, every song felt much faster, but that didn't ease the romantic tension any. Romantic tension that Hans didn't seem to mind, if he noticed it. "Hmm. Is that so? I guess that makes me part of the lucky few. You know I'd still very much love to hear you play for me, and there's a harp waiting to be used in the music room, most likely untuned, but it's there," she reminded him warmly. "But perhaps not right now, but someday soon would be nice," she encouraged with a sweet smile and softness in her eyes.

"Certainly, I'd love to play for you. Any time you and I are both in, perhaps a tea time, if you're not occupied elsewhere." He proposed lightly. 'elsewhere' being Anna, no doubt. "I suppose it's only fair, I'm one of the lucky few who has seen you with your hair down, I've no doubt." He glanced to her hair, with something all too fond in his eyes. Perhaps it was good that his hands were occupied with the form of the dance, else he might have tried to touch it. That surely would have been... bad?

"Of course, tea time might actually be the most opportune time to have a rendezvous, I'm seldom occupied during tea time, I usually spend them alone in the library, so I would definitely enjoy it if you joined me and spend one together," she eagerly assured him. Elsa became a bit more bashful with his observation of her hair, especially with the way he looked at her with his green gleaming eyes. She slightly averted her face from meeting his gaze directly, bringing one of her crimsoning cheeks near her shoulder, yet a smile stayed on her face. Suddenly, another soft sprinkling of snowflakes started to surround, not just Elsa, but the both of them.

Hans couldn't help but smile a little at the snowflakes. "I thought a dance might draw a little flurry out of you." He hummed. But he wasn't sure yet what they meant. Just that they were a good thing. "That, or I'm very wrong and it's a sign you're coming down with a... cold." He giggled a little at the pun he only realized was there as he was telling it. "Oh there's snow way to talk to me without puns eventually, I'm afraid." He had been spending time with Kristoff and Olaf. If anything he now had more horrible puns.

Elsa was still bemused by the snowflakes produced by her unpredictable powers. She looked at them with wonder trying to make sense of what they meant, but still had no clue besides recognizing that it was somehow linked to her current bliss.

She laughed a little at his pun. "Oh, I don't get colds and even if I did I think you'd snow." She thought it was rather silly, but that didn't stop her from trying.

Hans laughed a little more at her returned pun. He looked different when he smiled with his eyes, hints of crow's feet that showed only in the rare event that he was genuinely that happy.

"Should we stop, or should I go for 'Icy what you did there'?" He teased. "Ah, it's late, isn't it? Or perhaps early, by now? Should I stop distracting you before bed?" Yet they still danced. He seemed to dance by habit, hardly noticing he was doing it.

"It would indeed be wise to get some rest before daybreak,"she said softly, yet was reluctant to let go, not knowing when they'd be able to share another warm moment like this again.

Hans slowed the dance all the same.

"Another dance another time?" He proposed gently. "I can see I still have some healing to do before I take on the guard training full time. I'll have a little time." He suggested. He smiled a little to himself, perhaps realizing how that sounded. Almost as if he would be going away to war, though it was truthfully not far a walk from the castle doors to the guard's barracks. But, he knew she was a busy woman.

"Perhaps," she smiled. "This has been rather nice and I could also really use the practice." And there it was again, adding some other justification, she just couldn't seem to allow herself to admit that she wanted to do it solely for her own pleasure.

Even though Hans wasn't going too far once he healed, she still wanted to cherish and indulge herself with more of these warming moments. She wanted to enjoy this freedom of spending time together, since it wasn't going to last forever.

He nodded, and finally let her go, if slowly. He was as reluctant for her to leave as she was.

"I shall see you when you next want my presence, I suppose." He hummed, but he said it with a little smile. He liked it when she visited. She had asked herself if she was treating him like a bird in a cage to sing for her-- but she had never thought about whether he liked to be her songbird.

The snowflakes ceased, yet she hadn't been paying so much attention to them anymore.

"I suppose so," She affirmed, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, with her now free hand. "I guess, I'll see me, wait no, I meant you, ah anyway, I'll see you fairly soon then." Elsa assured with a slight stumble with her words, similar to how she'd done earlier with her feet. "Possibly tomorrow if I'm able." Of course, she was talking about finding time rather than asking permission. She had already been keeping her promise (to the best of her ability) of coming to visit him, if only for a short amount of time. So there was no doubt she'd be back, but she liked to reassure him anyway.

Hans nodded, looking hopeful and encouraged about it.

As soon as Elsa left, he returned to the bed, to sleep almost instantly. He'd had quite a busy day, after all. But he would sleep comfortable, thinking of all the positive things-- but especially of the snow.

Elsa had gone to sleep much later than she intended, she laid in bed, her mind lost in contemplation. You'd think sleep would come easy after such a lovely evening with both Anna and Hans, and perhaps it would have if something else wasn't tormenting her thoughts.

What kept her mind restless was the mystery surrounding why her magic had been acting up that night. It had only caused her powers to amplify and an involuntary snowfall, two things that weren't at all bad, just unexpected.

It had also been a different sensation than prior times her magic had been rowdy and that was a bit disconcerting. Something like that had never happened to her before, even blissfully being with Anna, which she believed bore the closest resemblance to what she felt with Hans. Yet with Anna she only felt a warmth that flowed from her heart, a melting sensation, but in a good way. That was not at all what had happened with Hans, she did feel something strange in her heart, but it wasn’t quite the same.

So that brought up the pressing question: Did the new outburst have something special to do with Hans? If so, what was so different? Why did it only happen with Hans and not with Anna too? She started thinking about what made her powers tick, she knew that both fear and love were catalysts that amplified her magic, she hadn't been feeling the former so that only left the latter. Love. Could love really be involved in what caused the outburst? She was certainly fond of Hans, there was no doubt about that, he was her friend now, but could it be she felt something more than amiable affinity? Could she maybe really...no, that'd be silly. Elsa brushed that thought away, perhaps she was overthinking things again, like she tended to. Whatever caused the occurrence Elsa decided it was best not to continue worrying about it that night and instead get some much needed rest.

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