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rabbitenn · 5 months

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Hi! I've been lurking around your blog for a while and I want to say thank you! I haven't seen an active IDOLiSH7 blog until you so thank you for everything that you do!

Could I request headcanons for Haruka and Riku regarding what their love languages would be? Once again, thank you!

MR. AFFECTION.

In which ways does his love sing for you?

ft. Isumi Haruka, Nanase Riku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, soft and cute boyfriends.

Thank you for your kind words and your support, dear nonnie ! It makes me very happy you decided to stick around <3 I hope you like this, and I apologize for taking so long…

♡ ISUMI HARUKA

Quality time ‧₊˚ ⋅

— Even though at first he may not seem like it, Haruka is very soft with the people he loves.

— We see this when he mentions his grandma, calling her often, and overall showing lots of care and appreciation towards her.

— So, naturally, the same treatment applies to his s/o.

— You are so precious to him, and he wants to make it known. Even if he’s a little shy when you give him tender touches, he appreciates and loves it so much! So he does his best to make you feel loved and cared for.

— One of his main love languages is definitely quality time.

— He is quite an indoors person, so staying in his or your room, playing games together, is certainly one of his favorite pastimes.

— It’s okay too if you’re not into the same games as he is or if you are not into video games at all. Haru is happy just existing by your side.

— Your boyfriend’s thumbs precisely tap on his phone screen, matching to perfection the notes of his rhythm game. His back is leaning against the side of your bed, as he rests over the fluffy carpet you have in your bedroom.

— You smile, pausing your own game as you linger in this sweet moment.

— To see Haruka’s cute smile and light chuckle when he clears the level, those amber eyes of his catching the sunlight filtering in… It truly is precious. He truly is precious.

— He turns towards you, showing you his screen with a perfect score, only to find you already looking his way.

— Instants like this, with just the two of you, and the tranquility of the dimming sunlight, are the ones Haruka wouldn’t trade for the world.

Gift giving ‧₊˚ ⋅

— Now, Haruka doesn’t usually spend on stuff for himself, but when it comes to his loved ones, that’s a whole other story.

— An example of this is him inviting his grandmother for a meal after he’s had a good performance.

— With you, sometimes he just wants to let you know how cherished you are, so he’ll buy all sorts of cute trinkets for you.

— Keychains matching with his bunny phone case, in his signature mint green image color; those new snacks you wanted to try from the candy store (you don’t pass up the chance to feed him some as thanks, relishing in the cute rosy tone apparent on his cheeks); or even that piece of jewelry you had been eyeing for months. Haruka never holds back when it comes to bringing you joy with one gift or another.

— And when he sees you using his presents he gets so happy!

— If you hang his adorable keychain on your phone, Haruka will want to take mirror selfies with you so that the cute accessory and his matching phone case are visible.

— He stumbles a little over his words when he asks you, face aflush in shades of carmine. For someone so rebellious on stage, he’s too adorable (you already knew that, though).

— And if you ask him to clasp around your neck the new necklace he bought for you? Oh, dear, now he is flustered.

— ZOOL’s center grumbles something about how ‘you could turn it around and do it yourself’, his honey gaze widened, looking everywhere except your face.

— And yet, nevertheless, he carefully takes the necklace, resting it around your collarbones as he fastens it.

— Give him a kiss on the cheek for an extra dose of flustered Isumin. He’ll stand there, mouth agape as he touches the spot you kissed while you chuckle, amused.

— There are times when his affection turns into a combination of quality time and gift giving.

— I already mentioned him treating his grandma to a meal, so if you’d like to have a date at a cute cafe or diner, he’s absolutely inviting you.

— You’re not allowed to pay for anything, no matter how much you argue.

— Oh well, you’ll just have to return the favor by giving him the most delicious cake ever, but that is a story for another day.

♡ NANASE RIKU

Words of affirmation ‧₊˚ ⋅

— Even though Riku is definitely not the flirtatious type, it’s his honesty and the fact he says what’s on his mind that make him charming.

— He’ll never shy away from telling you how cool or amazing you are, or how stunning you look whenever you wear a new outfit for the first time.

— Because he is pretty unfiltered, IDOLiSH7’s superstar is very vocal when it comes to expressing his love for you (I mean, we see him constantly being a fanboy over his twin brother, and he’s absolutely not going to play it down when it comes to his s/o).

— “You’re the best, [Y/n], I love you!” Your boyfriend lets out at the most random moments.

— Literally, you could be doing something as simple as bringing donuts to his room, and there Riku is, bright vermillion eyes starry as he looks at you, that wide smile that can light up the darkest nights on his lips.

— He’s so honest, and his feelings are so pure, you can’t help but fluster at the sudden verbal affection.

— With heating cheeks, you pat his head, cupping his cheek afterwards, your thumb brushing away remains of strawberry cream away from his lips.

— “You are the cutest, Riku. I love you too.” You tell him, as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning against him.

— The redhead’s giggles fill the room, the sweet scent of his shampoo and the donuts surrounding you.

— There are other times, when you’re in public, in which Riku is just so happy that you guys are on a date that he forgets he should be discreet.

— You could be walking around a park or sitting at a cafe, and he’ll just give you one of his most endearing smiles as he tells you how pretty you look.

— Putting a finger over his lips, you remind him not to be too loud, as you pull up his face mask and leave a fleeting kiss to the corner of his lips.

— His eyes widen from behind the square glasses he’s using as a disguise, as his cheeks almost match the shade of his hair at your bold actions.

— He just couldn’t avoid letting you know how much he loves you!

Physical touch ‧₊˚ ⋅

— Remember how Riku runs to Tenn in that one episode, and Tenn and Iori are like: “Don’t run.”? Yeah, that’s pretty much how he is with you.

— Riku loves, loves, loves holding you or having you hold him in any way.

— He adores wrapping his arms around your waist when you two chill in the dorms.

— With a blanket thrown over the two of you and one of your hands gently running through his hair, he feels so comfy and relaxed… he could fall asleep.

— Speaking of, Riku can never have enough of you playing with his hair (and neither can you, to be honest; it’s just so soft and luscious… you could forever run your fingers through it).

— He is addicted to your gentle caress, all the pressure and exhaustion of the day drifting away as your fingertips tenderly massage through his scalp.

— And if you read a book to him in the meantime? Well, your cute boy would have no trouble believing he’s in paradise.

— When he’s the one surprising you with his touches, Riku is very fond of back hugs.

— While you’re cooking, working on your laptop or simply enjoying some tea as you admire the scenery outside the window, you can feel your boyfriend’s warmth the moment he clings to you.

— He loves hugging you at all times, burying his face in the crook of your neck (just please, make sure not to use too strong perfume, it could cause him an attack :( )

— He’s so cute when he embraces you like this, his comfy hoodie on, his vibrant hair a little mused. You simply adore him.

— Turning around in his hold, you cradle your idol’s cheeks, brushing your lips over his temple.

— The gesture truly makes Riku’s heart flutter, lips tilting upwards as he nuzzles into you.

— And on days he struggles and doesn’t feel that great, the warmth of your proximity is enough to soothe his constricted lungs.

— To Riku, your hold will always be his safe haven, the anchor that pulls him out of turbulent waves when he feels like he’s drowning.

— And to you, his touch is the sunshine you need to keep powering through days that feel too arduous, too overcast; he’s the first sliver of rainbow after the thunderstorm.

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bestygogirl · 6 months

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BEST YGO GIRL: Round 1, Group D

Match 13

Propaganda under the cut!

Carly Nagisa

She is the silliest little guy, the moment she appears, she just steals the show, then she meets Jack and literally stops the plot so they can have their little romcom, her turn to a Dark Signer was one of the most shocking moments in the arc, and her duel against Jack is another heartbreaking highlight. One of the only ppl allowed to kiss her man in the series and goes out on her own terms. Literally managed to seduce the King and one of the most in demand models with her cringefail swag She’s my number 1 fail girl one time she wanted to cheer up Jack and do she grilled him two pathetic fish in a bucket under a dirty bridge. She has one of the best fuels in 5Ds. I love her to death, she is the ultimate failgirl of all time, I hope she either makes a really good showing for herself or (true to her character) absolutely fucking flops first round. 💖 We stan a bisexual disaster journalist who canonically lives in her car sometimes

Haru Tsukumo

I really enjoyed having a grandma in yugioh

#best ygo girl poll #round 1 #yugioh 5ds #carly nagisa #carly carmine #yugioh zexal #haru tsukumo

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comandersprings · 4 months

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Welcome Back

Note: Happy New Year! Here it is, my first fic of 2024. As usual, you can also find it both in AO3 and SquidgeWorld. I hope everyone had a good start to the year ^^

Warnings: References to death

Word Count: 2,349

Summary: In the middle of the night, Kieran receives a worrying call from his grandmother about Furret's wellbeing. With no time to waste, he takes a flight to Kitakami with the hope that it won't be too late to fix things.

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The call came in around two o’clock in the morning. The ringtone startled Kieran and although he was just waking up, the boy took hold of his SmartRotom without a second thought. He wasn’t at all surprised to see that the one calling was his grandmother, Hideko. Ever since he and Carmine left for Blueberry Academy, their grandparents have struggled with the time zone difference.

Kieran picked up the phone. “Hi, grandma.”

Hideko noticed the sleepiness in her grandson’s voice right away. “Hi, dear. Seems I caught you sleeping again. I’m sorry about that, but…I’m calling over something important.”

“Something important?” Kieran perked up, his heart skipping a beat. “Did something happen to you or Grandpa?”

“No, we’re both fine.” The woman made a pause and sighed. “It’s about Furret.”

“Furret?”

Furret had been on Kieran’s mind a lot lately. He had apologized to everyone he mistreated while his grudge against Juliana lasted: from Juliana herself to Drayton, including Carmine and every single classmate he had talked down to. He also apologized to his Pokémon and promised he would no longer make them push themselves so hard. However, he still needed to make amends with the Pokémon he left back at Kitakami and Furret was the main one he wanted to reconcile with.

“Yes. You’ll see,” Hideko said, her voice threatening to break, “when you left last time, Furret became really sad. We were able to cheer him up for some time, but…he has stopped eating.”

“He stopped eating? When? How long ago?” Kieran’s heart seemed to pound on his throat as he awaited an answer.

“It’s been three days. He hasn't been drinking or moving much either. Grandpa and I are worried that if things continue like this, he—” the woman’s voice choked. She paused to regain her composure. “He might not last much longer, Kieran.”

His stomach sank at those terrible words. “No!” Kieran sniffled. He got up and began pacing around the room, tears blurring his vision. “That’s impossible… I thought he’d do fine without me.”

“You’re his Trainer, he misses you,” Hideko replied.

“Do you think the tutor will understand if I tell him I need to leave? I can’t stay there and let Furret…” he refused to finish that sentence.

“Please, do ask him. We think Furret might perk up once he sees you.” Hideko sighed. “I’m so sorry I had to tell you this.”

Kieran wiped off his tears with his pajama’s sleeve. “Don’t be sorry, Grandma. You did the right thing.”

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Kieran didn’t want to waste a second. The first thing he did was walk over to Carmine’s room. She was obviously sleeping and being awoken in the middle of the night didn’t make her happy, but her grumbling was cut dry as soon as her little brother told her why he was there. Carmine comforted Kieran and asked him if he wanted her to go with him. To her surprise, Kieran said no. In his own words, the situation was his fault and he had to solve it himself.

The next person Kieran woke up was his tutor. The man was confused as to why a distraught-looking student wanted to talk to him in the wee hours of the day. When Kieran explained what was going on and voiced his intention to leave for a day or two, he feared that his tutor wouldn’t understand, forcing him to stay. Luckily for him, his teacher was moved by the lengths he was willing to go to help his Pokémon, especially after seeing the way he treated the ones he had on him before and after becoming the Champion.

With everything sorted out and nothing but the most essential as baggage, Kieran headed to the airport and caught the first flight to Kitakami available. For most of the ten hours the plane trip lasted, Kieran tried to get some sleep but failed miserably. As for the rest of the flight, all he did was make sure people didn’t notice he was crying. He also kept replaying in his mind the moment he left Furret behind, beating himself up over the cruelty of that act.

Although the bus ride was much shorter, Kieran didn’t have a better time. He spent the whole trip looking out the window with a heavy feeling on his chest. The boy bounced his foot and nibbled on his thumb in an attempt to calm down, but it was useless. Regardless, he was grateful there was no one else in the bus—it was the same time it was in Unova when his grandmother called—otherwise, he would have received more than one glance.

When the bus was three stops away from Kitakami Road, Kieran texted his grandmother to let her know he was close and to ask how Furret was doing. His message was answered shortly after. Hideko asked him to be careful and informed that Furret was sleeping, adding in a different message that he had been sleeping for most of the day. That doesn’t sound good, Kieran told himself, his mouth going dry.

Less than ten minutes later, the boy finally got off the bus and set forth on his way home. With the sole wish to make it to his house and see Furret, Kieran ignored the curious wild Pokémon who peered out to see who was the human traversing the area so late at night. Kieran felt like his feet had wings; he had never walked so fast in his life, not even all the times he made his way up Oni Mountain in hopes of seeing Ogerpon.

Kieran made it to Mossui Town and continued on his way with the same haste he walked Kitakami Road with. He couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario, with countless variations of it—each more tragic than the last—playing in his mind over and over. Despite the dread oppressing his chest, he had to see the situation for himself and apologize to Furret no matter what.

It wasn’t long until he spotted his house, its lights turned on. That meant his grandparents were still awake and waiting for him. He lowered his gaze at the thought and hoped they wouldn’t be too tired. It was in moments like this that Kieran saw how much of a negative impact his selfish actions had. He would never forgive himself if they ended up causing the loss of his Pokémon partner or if they costed his grandparents their health.

Finally, the boy reached his house. Although he didn’t want to wait any longer, Kieran had to spend a few seconds catching his breath as he was panting from the sprint. He then went ahead and knocked on the door. Not even half a minute later Yukito, his grandfather, came and opened it.

“Son, are you okay? You must be exhausted from the trip.” the man eyed his grandson with concern.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a bit agitated because I’ve been walking very fast,” Kieran reassured him. His expression then became somber. “Where’s Furret? Can I go see him?”

At that moment Hideko crossed the archway that connected the foyer and the living room. “Kieran,” she said with a relieved smile. “Thank goodness you made it safely.”

Yukito cleared his throat. “He wants to see Furret.”

“Of course, he’s in your bedroom. I’ll take you there.”

Kieran walked into the house and Hideko placed a comforting hand on his back as she accompanied him to his bedroom. A feeling of emptiness grew on the pit of the boy’s stomach the more he and his grandmother approached the room. Why was she going with him? Could it be that it happened already? No. That wasn’t possible. They would have said something beforehand. His grandparents would never leave him to discover something so horrible by himself.

Soon, Kieran and his grandmother stood before the door to the boy’s bedroom. “Do you want me to go in with you?” the woman asked.

“No, thanks. I’ll go in alone,” Kieran answered, his tearful eyes failing to hide his worry.

“Alright. If you need anything, Grandpa and I will be in the living room.”

The boy thanked his grandmother once again and Hideko walked away. Kieran wiped off his tears and took a deep breath. He didn’t want Furret to see him so distraught, it wouldn’t be of any help.

He slid the door open and walked into the darkened room. Kieran turned on the lights and his eyes seeked Furret, spotting him shortly after in a corner of the room, all curled up. His Trainer strode towards him.

“Furret!” Kieran called the Pokémon, crouching in front of him and taking a trembling hand to his body.

It was true. He could feel his ribs. While Furret was now far more slender than when he was a Sentret, his ribs had never been noticeable upon touching him. While that was concerning on his own, Kieran didn’t like the lack of response from his Pokémon now that he was petting him.

“Furret, it’s me. I’m Kieran, your Trainer.” He shook him gently, but there still was no reaction. “I’ve come back for you. Please, wake up.”

Kieran shook Furret a little harder, but that didn’t wake him up either. The boy punched the floor next to him as tears streamed down his face. This can’t be happening, he told himself. Refusing to fully fall into despair, Kieran looked at Furret closely to see if he was breathing. After a few seconds where the boy held his own breath, he finally saw how the Pokémon’s chest area rose and fell rhythmically with each breath.

Taking a deep sigh of relief, Kieran decided to change his strategy. He looked around the room for Furret’s food and water bowls. They were on the opposite side of the bedroom. It was clear both the food and water were fresh and untouched. Kieran walked over to the bowls and put them in front of Furret. He sat beside him and petted his soft fur once again.

“I brought you food and water. It’s still good to eat and drink, you don’t need to worry.”

Seconds dragged along without change. The boy nudged both bowls a bit closer to his Pokémon, but Furret kept sleeping. Kieran ran a hand over his face and looked down. The heavy feeling on his chest didn’t go away even now that he got to see that Furret was, at least, still alive.

He swallowed hard. “Furret, I now see that what I did to you was awful. I shouldn’t have taken you out of the team, much less over the reason I did so.

“I’m so mad at myself for having acted that way… Trust me, I’ll understand if you’re mad at me, too. I won’t blame you if you never forgive me but please,” his voice broke as he began crying once again, “try to eat at least a little. Carmine, Grandpa, and Grandma are worried too. Please…”

Kieran hugged his knees and sobbed into them, already fearing that he’d go back to Unova without Furret. It didn’t feel like his crying would let up any time soon, but something startled him. The feeling of something nuzzling the side of his head. He looked over to that side and came face to face with Furret, whose eyes seemed to regain their spark upon seeing his Trainer.

“Furret!” the boy held his Pokémon tightly and began bawling as Furret licked and nuzzled his face all over. “I’m so, so sorry for having abandoned you like that. I’ll never do something like that again.”

Alerted by their grandson’s cries, Yukito and Hideko headed for his room as fast as their old age allowed them to. Both fearing the worst, Yukito opened the door only to find Kieran and his Furret snuggled to each other, the boy petting his Pokémon head as Furret wagged his tail.

“It took a little, but he finally woke up,” Kieran told his grandparents, the tears on his eyes being now tears of joy.

“That’s amazing news,” Yukito said with a grin that made his laugh lines more prominent.

“Oh my, thank goodness,” Hideko let out a relieved sigh and took a hand to her chest.

“Has he eaten anything yet?” Yukito asked as he walked into the room, his wife following him.

“No, I’m going to try and see if he does now.”

Kieran put Furret down in front of the bowls. The Pokémon sniffed the one containing his food and, in the blink of an eye, he leapt at it and began eating with the hunger and crave expected from someone who hadn’t eaten in three days. Kieran and his grandparents cheered at the sight, joy and relief washing over them. It got even better when Furret went and drank water too, his thirst also evident.

As the night continued, Yukito and Hideko went to sleep and left Kieran to watch over Furret, advising him to go to bed soon. The boy saw his Pokémon eat and drink until he was satisfied, curling up on his Trainer’s lap afterward. Kieran took out his phone and snapped a picture of the adorable scene to send to his sister. Since it was midday in Unova, Carmine answered soon after.

“Furret! Is he okay? Did he eat anything?”

A conversation between the siblings started.

“Yes to both. I was very scared because I tried waking him up, but he wouldn’t react.”

“That’s normal, you know? He hasn’t eaten in a while, he must have lacked energy.”

Carmine was right. The heavy stress and anxiety made Kieran forget about such an obvious fact. Not that it made those uncertain moments any less scary.

“I was so scared I completely forgot.”

“No worries, I understand.” Following that message, Carmine sent another one. “So, what will you do? Will you bring Furret back to the Academy?”

Kieran looked at Furret, watching him sleep peacefully on his lap for a few seconds before typing and sending a new message. “Of course I will!”

#pokemon #pokemon kieran #furret #pokemon fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #one shot #angst #angst with a happy ending

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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I need a sweetie!reader flashback... please.

"Master Bruce," Alfred said pausing at the door with Jim Gordon, "It seems you have another guest."

From the corner of his eye, Alfred can see Gordon's eyes narrow slightly when they fall on you, head still bent over your work, worrying your lip in your teeth while you try and parse through the translation you're working on.

"Hello, Detective," Bruce said.

And the word detective makes your head snap up. And for just a second, Alfred believes that if you weren't trying to draw as little notice as possible, you might have actually bolted.

"Hello," Jim said, clearing his throat- he knew you. Or at least of you. But- it wouldn't do to have you afraid of him. Not if you'd done nothing wrong- and especially not if you knew anything he could use later. "I uh- just wanted to stop by. See how you were doing. I know school was... rough, going back."

"Y/N helped me get caught back up," he said, cheeks darkening a little. "Y/N this is-"

"We've met," Jim said, smiling a little. "I was sorry to hear about your Grandmother's stroke."

"She's doing much better, thank you," you murmur, keeping your eyes focused on your books. No sudden moves. You'd been there, when the GCPD had come hunting for your biological father. 'Hidden' on the floor between the coffee table and the sofa. They were interested in you, but that didn't stop one of the officers from kicking at you when you cried. A boot smashing into the side of your face.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, sincerely. Rosie was a good woman. Even if she never did give them any information. "You see your uncle lately?"

"No," you mumble. "He comes to see Grandma when I'm not there"

"Your uncle?" Bruce asked, "Why would he want to know that?"

"He's my great uncle," you sigh.

"And he's Carmine Falcone," Jim said folding his arms.

"Well," Alfred said blinking. "That's- that certainly explains a thing or two."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Bruce asked, eyes narrowing.

"I didn't- I just- no one really- I don't-"

Jim winced, "She's a good kid," he said. "No record. Her brother is the one we're keeping an eye on."

You wipe tears away and take a deep breath, keeping your head down, "I'm sorry I just- I should go-"

"Here now," Alfred said, proffering a box of tissues, "Don't cry, girlie. Detective Gordon won't be arresting you today-"

"Or ever," Bruce said, scowling at him, moving fractionally closer to your chair.

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Jim Gordon stopped at the threshold of the manor and took a deep breath. "Bruce-"

"I want whoever did this to her found," he said, pressing Dick closer to his side, trying to keep him from staring at the blood on the floor.

"It'll take time- our only witness is in the hospital and-" he exhaled slowly, "she's not-"

"She's not going to die," Bruce said fiercely. "Not like this. Not- I'm going to the hospital. I've got her medical power of attorney and Harvey can't- he's distraught."

"I'll do everything I can," he said. "Y/N is our best chance to nail Falcone for a lot of things-"

"When she wakes up, I want her moved here. And your best men to guard that room."

"Done," Gordon said nodding. Bruce, he knew was going to move heaven and earth to keep you safe. He just didn't know if it would be enough.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #sweetie!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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stillness-in-green · 2 years

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PLF Spotting (S6/E1)

Being a series of posts about the Paranormal Liberation Front material in Season Six, how it's treated, and anything added or removed from it. I'm very curious about how the anime's going to handle a lot of the war arc's material, like the Spinner scenes building on his MVA material, the scant amounts of the MLA we get, how certain scenes are framed, etc, so these posts will be mostly focusing on any of my observations about that. All the points about the villains (even if only tangentially) will make up the main body of the posts, whereas any stray observations about student or hero material will be in an odds-and-ends section at the end.

These are not going to be anywhere near as in-depth as the labor of love and grief that were my MVA In Memoriam posts, but I am an inveterate rambler, so I don't expect them to be real short, either, at least not every time. Unlike the MVA posts, these will have pictures.

I don't know if I'll keep them up all the way through Season 6; we'll see how it goes. Hit the jump!

On The Villains:

I enjoy this shot of Machia from behind, particularly the clutch of people who are having to make do with the view of the stage seen from between his legs.

It’s “Red”! Though Twice just calls him Carmine in the anime, per the regiment, rather than the nickname for said regiment he used in the manga. I like the way they adapted this guy's design from the manga. The mid-blonde shade works well, he’s appropriately fluffy, and the coloring on his clothes is much the same as I would have guessed from their resemblance to combat fatigues.

New pictures! To accompany Twice’s lines about why he’s coming to Hawks for Liberation credo advice. It’s the barest of scraps, but interesting for a dash of new material. The most notable points are firstly the confirmation of the long-standing suggestion that Sanctum is, in fact, the name of Twice’s Number 1 and secondly the shot of Giran, apparently back at his day job.

Having put Giran back at work, I’ll be curious to see if the anime includes the shot of him at the villa during Twice’s death, the last we’ve seen of him so far in the manga. (I notice they framed the shot so they didn’t have to make any hard calls on the state of his hand, though.)

I did get a good snerk out of Dabi's shot being very obviously the same couch he'll be filming his video on.

I also noticed a fairly significant difference in the Crunchy/Funi translation and Viz's on Twice's quote of Sanctum. To wit, the Viz release has Sanctum's line talking about how many people in Twice's regiment are harboring doubts, while the Funi translation has him saying that many people are still distrustful of the regiment itself.

While the latter translation is perhaps more interesting by virtue of being less expected—what it says that Sanctum includes himself in the group that's distrusted—but according to my trusty Translator Sis, the point this time goes to Viz.

The colors on the villa building are nicely chosen, with the dark browns, in particular, being very reminiscent of traditional inns and the like. The fenced-in yard and lack of any of the mountains the villa is supposed to be in are rather underwhelming, however.

I really don’t love the way the anime frames Hawks explaining the regiment leadership. The way the lieutenants get pushed in from the sides while the advisor reel scrolls down means that, by the time we’re at the third ranks, there are several whose faces you can’t even see. Literally all you can see of Skeptic’s Number 3 is the very edge of his shoulder. (Dare I say, Heteromorph Erasure?)

Geten's and Compress's fare much the same.

Grandma Bindi is missing her bindi! Oddly, though, Big Sis Bindi retains hers. I know the anime didn’t miss the connection; they gave them exactly the same hair color. (More on the coloring decisions later.)

Glad the anime caught Toga’s Number 1’s dark skin, even if we’ve yet to see her again, and the yellow tone (for the…Carmine Regiment?) is not tremendously flattering. They did leave out the extremely punk buckle collar on her shirt, though. Boo.

They also darkened up the hair on Toga’s Number 3 and for sure went all in on making that character a woman, judging by the cleavage, which is much more, shall we say, definitive than it was in the manga, where the drawing was small and indistinct enough to be ambiguous on whether it was showing breasts or just well-defined pectorals.

The anime’s shot of the discontented blue-collar folk Hawks talked to is considerably different from the manga’s. The manga just depicts one of those conversations literally, a handful of discontented people clearly in the middle of explaining their beef. The anime opts to go symbolic rather than literal with this wall of silent, angry faces. I think it's a solid choice, though, largely for its inclusion of people in the food service, construction and fire rescue sectors—i.e. exactly the sort of people whose absence is going to contribute to societal collapse when you arrest thousands of them without warning.

Highly questionable change to the fears in Hawks’ minds-eye, and definitely the thing I raised the most eyebrow at this episode.

In the manga, Hawks' little doomsaying Imagine Spot, the fear that he will soon use to justify Jin’s murder, is a line of Twices in front of a line of Hood-chans. Hawks fought Hood-chan with Endeavor; he’s keenly, personally aware of how massively dangerous a functionally unlimited number of High End Noumu could be, even if they are more fragile than the real thing in some nebulous, hard-to-put-numbers-on way.

In the anime, however, this shot is replaced instead with an image of an army of Twices, endless lines marching in perfect unison. Anime!Hawks is not thinking about what all those Twices could create at all, only about their possible existence.

To put it another way, Manga!Hawks is preparing himself to kill Jin because of what Jin could do. Anime!Hawks is preparing to kill Jin because of who Jin is. Not, I think, something that bodes well for how the anime’s going to frame their upcoming confrontation.

Being more generous, I could observe that Hawks clearly never had a handle on who Jin is if he thought doubling a bunch of High Ends is something that would ever cross Jin's mind, and the regimented nature of the march above suggests a similar failure to grasp Jin's personality: the real Sad Man's Parade is nothing like what Hawks imagines above!

That's being generous, though; I still dislike what it portrays to the audience as being the "real" danger of Twice.

Pus Yellow is maybe not the color choice I would have made for Mocha-chan.

Making X-Less’s cape red is exactly correct, however. And man, it’s been a little hilarious to watch the back-and-forth on that. As I've followed it, it's gone about like this:

Manga!Shigaraki wakes up and murders X-Less for his cape ‘cause he’s wet and cold. No one knows what color the cape is because the scene’s in black and white.

People notice that X-Less appeared in the Hassaikai arc way back when and so go back to dig up screenshots from the relevant episode to determine the color of Shigaraki’s future cape—red. Fitting! But unless Horikoshi slipped the anime people a very strange note during the design stages, that color is basically random chance.

The anime staff apparently decide Shigaraki doesn’t get to have such a heroic-colored cape (despite themselves giving him a red trench coat for the movie!) and specifically change X-Less’s color palette such that the Season Six promo trailer shows him with a black cape[1] instead.

A number of people complain.

The actual episode rolls around and X-Less’s red cape is restored, putting us back on track for Red Cape Shigaraki, as portrayed in the OP and ED of the season.

Point: The anime adds a fair amount to Tsukauchi’s speech about the plan, though one can’t help but notice that nowhere is there any mention of all those other teams we’ll later find out are “hitting the other PLF bases around the country.”

Point: If it were one of the students coughing up music notes from their nose, they would have gotten them as a silly visual. God, why can’t the villains keep their cartoony panels?

There’s something almost perverse about this sequence. Like, in the manga, while Endeavor and company aren’t at a full-tilt sprint or anything, it’s obvious in their body language that there’s at least a bit of hustle happening, you know?

I realize that it’s sometimes hard to balance dialogue and action when manga authors can be so bad about cramming single panels to the brim with verbiage, but look. The heroes+Tsukauchi walking very slowly down a hallway conversing amongst themselves and already aiming interrogatory questions at the cowering, feeble old man struggling to drag himself away from them, unable to so much as rise to his hands and knees as he does so? It is a bad vibe. The heroes come off like unhurried predators stalking a wounded animal, and even if you think Ujiko deserves that and much worse, it’s also just out of keeping with the heroes' own previously expressed concerns about arresting Ujiko quickly before anyone else in the PLF notices.

The addition of a huge Police HQ room is wack, but I admit I mainly think so because it’s the kind of thing I look at and have the immediate response, “So remind me again how not a single member of the thousands upon thousands of people occupying myriad and varied positions in society managed to catch wind of this in advance?”

On Everything Else:

The opening narration runs, “In a superhuman society where about 80% of the world's population is born with a supernatural Quirk(…)” If that’s accurate, it’s a fairly embarrassing example of the anime missing a fundamental part of the worldbuilding right out of the gate. It’s going back to that 20% quirkless number, but that number has never stated that 20% of people are born, right here and now in Deku’s modern age, without quirks. Rather, 20% is the number of people currently living who are quirkless. It's not a static percentile, but one that is skewed heavily towards older generations. Good job, anime! After all, it's not like that’s going to be a huge part of why the vestiges tell Deku it has to end with him next season!

The title screens this season are maybe a bit interesting. PLUS ULTRA! they say, but all in reds with splatter marks reminiscent of blood spray. They foreshadow a lot of violence, I think, violence which the design connects implicitly to that UA motto.

The anime gives a line of Rock Lock’s to Endeavor. They give Rock Lock a different, new line at the beginning of the scene, but it is a slight shift in characterization. The reassigned line asks how the police know that Garaki Kyudai is the man behind the Noumu, which is the kind of question that is 100% in line with Rock Lock’s skeptical, inquisitive, brusque persona. Endeavor is, I think, rather less prone to double-checking other people in his field.[2]

The additional animation given to Midnight as she comforts Komori is very nicely done and feels a lot more painful with knowledge of what’s coming.

I also like that the added line about whether Kaminari and company will be on the front lines goes to Mineta, who is very consistently portrayed throughout the entire series as getting very anxious when his classmates are in danger, and who is also the student who will be most vocal about whether the heroes made the right call in events to come.

The anime adds a little scene of Fuyumi and Natsuo that is clearly modeled on the cover of Chapter 159—they’re exiting what’s obviously the same building—but leaves out the third person who was on that cover: Natsuo’s mouse-eared girlfriend. Dare I say again, Heteromorph Erasure?

Season Premiere Special—On the OP/ED:

The lack of MLA rep in the intro is fucking criminal. Did we really need two separate cuts of Dabi when this arc is the last we’re going to get of anything remotely relevant for Re-Destro and Geten to date?

One of those Dabi cuts really ought to have gone to Spinner, too, if this cour is going to cover the entirety of the war arc (it could, I think, based on the rate of adaptation so far—it might run an episode or two long, but so did the Hassaikai arc). Spinner's got several key moments.

The balance of student screentime, meanwhile, is telling. Consider two examples: Tokoyami and Shouto.

Tokoyami is in the first wave attack on the villa; he takes out one of its exits, (temporarily) neutralizes the incredibly dangerous Re-Destro, and has a direct encounter with Dabi in which he saves Hawks’ life. Of the students on the villa side of this arc, no one gets more sustained time and attention or has more singular impact. Yet not only does Tokoyami not get any special focus, he isn’t in the opening anywhere. He doesn’t even manage to make the 1-A group shot, since the people in it are the ones in Momo’s back-up group.

Shouto, by contrast, has got barely anything to do in this arc. He helps with the evacuation and will eventually be revealed to have followed Bakugou and Midoriya, but that’s not going to happen until halfway through the arc. Even throughout the remainder, Shouto's playing backup, taking only one shot that’s even sort of notable against Shigaraki and spending the entire rest of his time either backing up Endeavor or reacting to Dabi’s reveal. And yet, he is slathered all over this opening sequence. I’ve got nothing against the kid, but jfc this opening makes it really clear that he, Bakugou and Midoriya are the runaway fan favorites.

Why… Why is Thirteen in the final shot of the opening? She vanishes in the basement attack and isn’t seen again until the very tail end of the arc, for heaven’s sake.

I like the closing considerably better, though all the focus on the Tenko/Izuku bond is a little strange, given that that material is not going to be remotely relevant this cour. It’s affecting all the same, though. I particularly dig the blurry shot of Shigaraki’s mindscape, and that rapid three-shot series leading from Tenko’s long walk to Tomura standing before Deku looks gorgeous.[3] Truly, it’s material that really would have warranted last season’s Uso Janai, the one specifically written to express Deku’s feelings towards Shigaraki that got handed off to goddamn Hawks instead. I thought at the time, “Well, maybe Sakiyami Soushi shouldn’t have turned that song in two seasons ahead of the point at which it would be relevant,” but if Bones was always willing to start dropping hints about Deku’s shifting feelings early, maybe they could have done so back then.

Midnight being the focal point of the shot of UA's teachers despite her lack of prominence up to this point is something of a giveaway, but a nicely done one.

The fluttering handkerchief catching Uraraka’s attention is very good, as is all of the League stuff that follows. I'd have liked Spinner to get something more prominent, given how center-stage he’ll be in grounding Toga and waking Shigaraki, but given that he didn’t even make it to the opening this cour, and his shot in the previous OP was weirdly off-model, it’s nice to see him at least present and looking good.

The quick flash to Rei’s flowers just as Dabi lights up the Endeavor poster is very good. Nice foreshadowing of both Rei’s return and Dabi’s best attempt to destroy the family’s incredibly fragile peace.

God, Shigaraki having properly white hair is so satisfying.

Deku running through the crowd of classmates here is obvious foreshadowing for him leaving UA at the end of this cour, and I gather a number of people have talked about the order in which Deku passes his classmates, who’s left for last, etc. It is, of course, telling that the last batch consists of Iida (gets pride of place on seizing Deku’s hand to bring him back into the fold at the climax of Villain Hunt), Uraraka and Shouto (fellow members of the Unexpected Sympathy For Villains Club), and Bakugou (self-explanatory). There is one other person in that final clutch, however: Shouji.

Deku passes Shouji after Iida, even, which at first glance is a little strange, given how obviously important those last few classmates are. Shouji has no particularly strong relationship with Deku, nor will he have a prominent role in this season’s material or Villain Hunt’s to follow—and yet, there he is. To stop beating around the bush, yes, I am very much choosing to read this as hinting towards Shouji’s emergence as the UA student who’s going to have to deal most prominently with the anti-heteromorph sentiment the final arc brings into focus in the upcoming collapse. Will the anime retcon in the CRC and Spinner’s experience with heteromorphobia? That remains to be seen. But at the very least, someone on the staff is paying attention to who’s going to be foiling the member of the League the anime keeps trying to downplay.

Hell yeah, Gran Torino’s cape fluttering off into the sky; get that yellow symbol of failure outta here!

---FOOTNOTES---

[1] As if that’s a remotely reasonable choice for a hero whose quirk doesn’t somehow bank on black like Tokoyami or Kuroiro.

[2] I leave it for the reader to decide if that’s because Endeavor has more faith in the system or because he’s simply unconcerned with the consequences of acting on bad intel.

[3] Though I do persist in thinking that one of the important parts of the Long Walk is that a lot of people, not just one old woman, saw Tenko and either instinctively shied back or visibly made the decision to look away from him. The episode covering that material softened it into a busy crowd of people not seeming to notice Tenko one way or the other, and this closer does the same thing.

#bnha #plf spotting #my writing #meta liberation army #paranormal liberation front #plf advisors #class talk #mezo shouji #heteromorph discrimination plot #bubaigawara jin

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All team members in Little Einsteins: New Missions.

The original 5: Leo, Annie, Quincy, June and Rocket.

New members: Hunter, Amanda, Dorie, Caitlyn, Reanne, Mirabelle, Ellie, Mindy, Sally, Poy, Techo, Molly, Ellen, Rockette, Bonnie, Clemont, May, Max, Mimo, Rini, Brock, Tracey, Ash and Pikachu, Chibichibi, Parker, Chloe, Lillie, Harper and Sarah, Lilo and Stitch, Myrtle, Gigi, Teresa, Yuki and Elena, Victoria and Snooty, Dexter, Dee Dee, Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup, Ami and Yumi, Jake, Izzy, Cubby, Skully, Bucky, Dora.

Bad guys: Big Jet, Pink Sparrow, Red Hawk, Yellow Rat, Purple Pest, Mandark, Captain Hook, Mr. Smee.

Friends of the team: Melody, Grandma Rocket, Little Mouse, Good Knight, Joey the kangaroo, Ducky the duckling, Butterfly, Tapper the woodpecker, Firebird, Katschai the ogre, Silly Sock, Music Robot, Saturn’s Ring, Little Dragon Kite, Green Circle, Red Triangle, Blue Square, Little Red Train, Princess Bassoon, Purple Plane, Green Helicopter, Baby Cello, Little Red Monster, Blue Monster, Green Monster, Orange Monster, Carmine the music car, Baby Goose, Violin Fairy, Magic Flute, Magic Trumpet, Magic Harp, Magic Triangle, Mars Rover, Little Nerpa the seal, great sky race competitors.

#little einsteins #my stories

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Could you do the prompt #60?

❝ mine

summary: Wanda isn’t too fond with how close a certain Captain is to you. pairing: Wanda Maximoff x black!reader warnings: fluff, jealous Wanda, a smidge of jealousy, and smut. Filthy use of the Slovakian language. Palm kissing aka my weakness. ao3 // requested from this prompt list a/n: Wanda is my wife, your honor. Hope I did my lover justice. Carol Danvers cameo. requested prompt 60: “Pay attention to me.” 2k words. Sorry for this late request, writer’s block is a menace. No beta, all mistakes are my own. do not repost my works

It was late into the night, and Wanda’s spirits were more alive --- and enraged.

Anxiety and adrenaline bleeds through her witchy fingers, sparks zap dully at the tips, clutching her cup of liquor tightly.

Downs a hefty sip, a hiss, her lips snarling as the firewater trickles and burns down her throat --- Samogon, or how you cheekily teased, “Mother Russia’s own moonshine. Ruthless just like her children --- I mean look at Natalia, she puts vodka in her cereal.” A tiny smirk curls at her lips, your faint laugh lulls her in the memory.

A familiar giggle catches her ears once more --- melodic, soothes her ears, but Wanda scowls, knowing exactly what’s making you laugh. Her knuckles strain white, gawking over her shoulder, peeking eyes glow dangerously crimson red.

The party is amidst bustling with drunk melding bodies, great food, endless playlist of music --- ever so luxurious --- as every party Stark throws; regardless it being a private party among friends.

Across from the bar, near the lounge couches, you seated with your silhouette legs crossed, your head tilted back, tipsy giggles slipping from your lips; seated next to you was a certain Captain.

Oh no --- not Captain America, he was busy cuddling with his lovers, how he slurs lovingly ‘my Bucky, my Sammy.’ Steve and Bucky two fingers deep in Asgardian Ale, with Sam edging deep in whiskey. All three sharing kisses in the far corner, ready to sneak back to their room for late night loving.

Shamelessly undressing you with her eyes was Captain Danvers herself, her arm slung over your shoulders, deep in casual conversation with you. Simple maxi dress, adorning your hips, softly encasing your figure, low cut that amples your breasts --- and Carol was eating it up.

To the outsider’s eye, it would be seen as friendly banter, tipsy chuckles -- but Wanda knew better. Her eyes flicker to her wedding ring --- sparkling red --- the same one that twinkles on your marital finger.

She clicks her tongue --- Wanda indeed knows better. The friendship between Carol and yourself is fairly a new one, naturally gravitating towards Carol, how curious and intrigued you get to meet another inhuman besides Wanda and yourself.

No surprise how natural conversation flows between the Captain and yourself --- everyone you meet gravitates to you like a magnet, treating one as if they were an old friend.

You look delicious --- as always. Beauty that makes anyone double-glance, delicate yet intimidating. That glow, you carry a shine, an essence, a force of nature, but it’s so much more. Beneath the surface, radiates comfort, you can break any stoic façade with that wattage smile. Wanda and yourself match, a perfect yin-yang, one and the same, and Wanda loves it.

Both of you can feel it, see it, taste it.

Clever fingers, clever lips, clever tongue. Clever small hands carving Wanda’s hardened façade, in the quiet, warm and intense moments in time, where Wanda can be vulnerable, finally shed waterfalls over her losses, let her rant and rage without judging eyes --- where she can lay her heart in your hands, and she knew, you handle with care.

Because you know her, understand her. Able to simmer her down, know where her emotions stem from the deepest crevices of her spirit.

The endless drinks were nice, but Wanda rather be with you, somewhere else. She rather prefers to be in your shared quarters, with the babies, eating sugar snaps, and watching tv. A cozy night-in, and finally would tuck Billy and Tommy in their cribs; sneak away to bed, caress and cradle each other till succumbing in deep slumber.

But --- you convinced Wanda, thinking tonight’s party was a good reprieve, to relax with friends, and drink till merry, without the stresses of motherhood. Now, she battles another stress, another grievance.

Green-eyed monster rearing its head --- jealousy.

‘She’s full of shit.’ A sultry Slovakian spite lingers in your mind --- only in your mind, a sharp side-eye, you glance to see Wanda, nursing her drink --- halting your pinched fingers from twirling your flute.

Slightly puckering your lips, restraining a grin splitting from ear to ear, you coyly titled your head at Carol, who was complimenting the tattoo that adorns your shoulder-blade. How slyly Carol’s fingertips trace the tatted lines, feigning curiosity.

‘Her hands all over you, fucking kurva.’

‘Pay attention to me.’

A dull clank of a glass against the counter could be heard. A breathy chuckles escapes from your nose, as you can feel Wanda’s eyes burning holes in the back of your skull, and no doubt, dying to literally burn holes in Carol’s blonde dome. “I think I’m gonna hit the hay, my head feels light.” A polite excuse without offending Carol from your erupt leave.

“Awh, already? It’s not even late, grandma.” Carol teases, as she presses the rim of her beer against her lips --- her fifth one tonight --- tangy flavor of Budweiser weighing on her tongue, fueling her mischief. “Who are you calling grandma, I wasn’t the one born in the sixties.” A few strings of chuckles, you graciously depart from Carol, as she wiggles her slender fingers goodbye.

Waltzing to the bar, your hips swaying, placing the flute on the counter; sitting next to a stewing witch. Elegantly perching your elbows on the marbled bar, your nails flicker delicately as your wrists bent against your chest, coyly swinging gently on the bar stool. Slyly peeking from the corner of your eye, you catch Wanda staring at you.

Tenderly covering her glass with your palm, tugging it out of Wanda’s palm, and gliding it away. “Let’s go to bed.” You slither, eyes glassy --- the champagne bubbling light in your head, skin tingling and aching for Wanda’s touch; your eyes rover over her figure, curves snug in a velvet maxi dress.

Auburn hair coils in slick waves, draped over her smooth shoulders. Leaning in, you can smell the liquor wafting from her slick lips, Wanda tsks, cheekily leaning towards you; her fingers sought out to your thigh, gripping the flesh.

Lips now hairs away, “Oh --- now I exist?” Wanda sneers, sultry, her accent weaving out in a hiss. “Don’t be like that.” You tsk, smoothly gliding off the stool, your fingers sliding against Wanda’s open palm, interlocking softly. Wanda murmurs, be like what? As she pouts, gazing at your heart-shaped lips.

“Now, is my wife going to bed with me or is she going to hex the Captain?” The pad of your thumb caressing Wanda’s finger, trying to tame the witch. “I prefer hexing her, and then ravishing you on the glass table for her to see --- želá si, aby ochutnala vašu kundu, vašu šťavnatú ako sladkú broskyňu.”

Filthily whispering in her native tongue, her fingers curving, and bending graciously as carmine magic emits. The warmth of her breath beats against your cupid-bow, ever so close to your lips; tantalizing, more intoxicating than any ale in all the realms.

Wanda pulls away, earning a whine from you, she hushes your lips by the tip of her oval nail, “Behave till we get back to our room.” With no other word, Wanda snags your wrist in her grip, dragging you out of the party into the dark hallway.

Scattering feet wander through the compound halls, only clicks of heels echo and pierce through the silence. Dancing shadows linger on the walls, breathy moans, wet lips. Wanda’s palm glides and grips the curve of your neck, pinning you against the wall --- just a mere inches away from your apartment door. “I can’t wait any longer.” Wanda growls low in her throat, her antsy hands.

Slithering fingers slip under the hem of your bunched up dress, feathery fingers chilled at the tips from the glassed liquor caress the skin of your inner thigh. Earning a silky hiss through your teeth, as Wanda’s lips parts open upon yours as if breathing in your essence; as her fingers dove beneath the fabric of your thong. Soaking her left handed fingers between your velvety lips, your fingers cling onto Wanda’s hips, sneakily massaging her soft ass through the smooth fabric, bundling up her cheeks. Groping, and squishing.

“Do you feel it?” Wanda asks, dripping with lust, a dull spark zaps at your clit, jolting you with a whimper, teasingly Wanda left your throbbing clit to toy with your clenching hole, but she doesn’t slip inside you. Yearning for her to touch you more, plunge and curl to the point of delirious pleasure. Delightful swell swirls in your heart, a flicker in Wanda’s eyes --- something you couldn’t quite pin.

All she can see is Carol’s hands touching you, touching what is hers, Carol’s slithering eyes roaming your breasts, and curves. It wasn’t your fault, no --- you were just being a good friend, engaging in conversation --- but she felt abandoned. As if Carol swooped you away, like a thief in the night. Stealing a treasure that didn’t belong to her nor deserve it.

You’re her wife --- you are hers, just as she is yours.

“I need to feel all of you.” A mess of words, gasping breaths, as Wanda happily snuck her two fingers inside your spongy walls, fluttering, and quivering thighs. Thrusting with no hesitation, your hips crash against the palm of her hand, tangling tight as a tether, curling fingers beckoning in a salacious curve. Pulling you close, her fingers digging in your hip-bone, breasts to breasts, melting against the wall, kissing you, your mouth, your cheeks, the slope of your nose --- delicately pecking your shut lids.

The palm that cradled your hip, traveled the terrain of your waist, and glided upon the arch of your spine, traveled between the shoulder blades, her touch eliciting sensitivity on her bare flesh, and cupping the nape of your neck. Fondling your neck, as her lips never wavered from your face, remaining as she continued her shower of kisses, as she fucked your cunt with vigor --- unrelenting, your wetness echoing with unabashed squelching.

A wet spot formed the dead center of Wanda’s panties --- just the sounds of you can make her cum on the spot. Sticky against her peach-fuzz, your legs sliding against hers, as her fingers continue with no interruption. Wanda’s wet panties stick to the skin of your thigh, humping with desperation, the sensation of syrupy cotton and heated bare skin nearly drove Wanda to the brink of endless bliss.

“She can’t have you ---” Wanda groans, her pupils almost rolling to the back of her skull, as the lips of her cunt split and ride even harder against your knee. Nearly gliding down the wall pavement, clinging onto each other in a loving embrace, “---she can never have you.” Wanda whispers in the shell of your ear, her teeth graces sharply the line of your jaw, her tongue licks a wet glide, sucking and nibbling on your pulse-point, marking her territory.

As one palm cups Wanda’s ass, guiding her as she unravels on your thigh, a hand leaves to her shoulder blade, your fingers flicker with her straps, pulling it over Wanda’s shoulders, and with a frenzied impulse, tug the fabric down --- Wanda’s milky breast spills out, still swollen with breast milk.

Pink areolas hardened by the cool air, your moist tongue peaks from your lips, and the tip flickers against the dripping nipple. Leaning your head down on Wanda’s chest, suckling greedily --- nearly her whole tit was engulfed in your mouth, sloppily slurping.

A shriek nearly bubbles at Wanda’s throat, cradling your head in her arm tenderly, kissing your temple, her nose inhaling your scent --- always emanate a tender scent of crushed roses; as your chin drips with milk. “Mine, you’re mine.” Wanda wispily moans, as you drank from her tit, saliva coating the corners of your mouth. Moaning at the taste on your tongue, satisfying your carnal palate --- the vibration sending a shimmer up the crevices of Wanda’s spine.

Sweat beads at your brow, as sweat drenches Wanda’s baby hairs clinging onto her temple, mouthing ‘love me, love me’, her fingers pulling the threads of silk from the jewel between your legs, now drenched. Two gardens watering, the petals of tulips bloom. Your thigh now slippery, grinding her clit hard, slow thrusts --- riding out, edging herself; refusing to cum without you.

As if you were a fragile china doll, shakily Wanda’s spidery fingers brush against heated skin, sweeping the arch of your neck, dancing down on smooth brown shoulders, downward to the line of your fore-arm.

Leisurely slowing down her fingers that rested inside your moist caravan, sinuous fingers kiss the skin and daintily hold your wrist, pulling away from her bum. Lifting, and lightly twisting upward to bare your exposed wrist; you halt, hesitantly your eyes peer up at Wanda. Cheeks dewey, and dusted pink.

Lips part from Wanda’s sodden breast, a string of saliva connects from your bottom lip; as if time ceased still, bringing your wrist to her lips, her eyes never leaving yours. A breath hitches in your throat, open mouthed kisses trail up, lovingly your fingers cup her soft cheek, her lips plush at the cusp of your palm. Wanda’s eyes are two moons, hauntingly beautiful, makes your spirit want to create a temple in blind faith in the name of love, yearning to worship; the waves of love coils off of each other.

Hot breath is a hymn, cascades against your hand, slow and soft kisses --- a tingle at your fingers. A simple gesture yet holds no bounds of adoration, deeply into each other eyes. Wanda’s fingers lock with yours, her wet lips part against the pad of your thumb, her teeth nip, her tongue lick ever so faintly; sucking the finger between her lips.

Erotically Wanda’s hips began its tirade once more, her soaked fingers flourish inside you with no mercy --- she knows, oh she knows. You’re close, oh so close, close, close to the edge --- you know Wanda’s close too, by the way her breath pitches ever so higher; just dying to fall over in Wanda’s arms, fevered. Bury inside each other, this unspoken waltz, not needing to verbalize --- it’s there, not always having to be feverish hot fucking, but it can be passionate, desperate, and warm.

To dive deep inside each other, crawl under the skin, and rest there as a love nest.

Foreheads touch, nose to nose, eyes fall into the depths of each other, a mess of entangled limbs --- a splash of kaleidoscope bursts before your eyes, mouths smashing to dull the shrills; cumming hard on Wanda’s fingers dragging it out, as her fingers dragged out, agonizingly so.

A sheen of wetness crashes and coats your thigh as a balm --- witnessing the motion embody each of your faces with each ripple of your orgasms. Memorizing every expression, any twitch, lips shaped in Os, never tearing your eyes away from each other, because you both wanted to --- such beauty.

The smell of Wanda is intoxicating, makes you dizzy, love-drunk, and adored. Resting your bodies on each other, raspy giggles flow, face leaning on face, caressing cheek to cheek, as Wanda nestles her hands on your face. A daze of happiness, the stresses of a green-foaming monster now a faded memory, cuddling each other in a tight hug, just airy laughs muffled in your chests. Just leaning against the wall, full length of your bodies pressed, braced as if being one.

A faint cry of the twins breaks the haze, ever so sync the boys wail for their mothers --- just like clockwork, it must be 2 am; time to feed the hungry bellies of your babies, just like their mama feasted on their mother. Slipping back into reality, fixing each other’s disheveled clothes back to somewhat back to being decent. Frizzy hairs springs in all directions, sheens of sweat now coat your skins, but a sense of relief drapes upon you two.

As Wanda leans her hand on the wall, resting your head on her stretched arm, head tilted as you soothe Wanda’s cheek, watching her, the greenery of her irises shine bright at your glassy brown orbs, as if a fire that can’t be smothered.

Making the butterflies erupt in her chest, making Wanda feel seen in so many ways that she never had before. En pointe, standing tall to kiss Wanda’s lips, light and sweet, resting your head in the crock of her shoulder. Lashes flutter as Wanda holds you to her bodice, with your heart swelling, you whisper to her.

“I will never leave you. Wherever you go, I’ll follow.”

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bbrandy2002 · 3 years

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Fool’s Rush In

Part 15

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC

Warnings: mild violence

Series Premise: With two weeks until Liam is to marry Madeleine – his pick during the social season – the guys throw him a bachelor party in Vegas. After a drunken night, he finds himself with more than he bargained for.

Thanks @burnsoslow for the beta read.

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Supposedly, the more a person suffered in the name of love, the more it showed they really cared.

At least, that's what Riley thought.

After nightfall of this particular evening -- when she least expected it -- she never realized how much truth that belief held.

Or how much it would hurt to sacrifice the one person who made her believe she was worthy of love and saw who she really was on the inside.

Her dainty arm -- a delicate bronze in color, sleek, with a glittering red strap across one shoulder -- linked through the arm of the man she had grown to love more than life itself as they entered the palace ballroom. Working tirelessly over the last week to ensure everything went off without a hitch had taken its toll on her. All she could think about, as she shook hands and charmed dignitaries with a sparkle in those twinkling brown eyes, was how much sleep she planned to make up for after the ball ended.

This ball was to introduce the King and his new bride to the Cordonian court for the first time. A show of solidarity and, hopefully, strength. A way to establish that what happened in a tiny chapel 10,000 miles away weeks ago between two strangers wasn't a careless mistake, and that she could handle the duties bestowed on her as a common American woman.

Or at least pretend she could for now.

However, for the King and the "Jewel of His Heart" whom he escorted through the curious crowd of pretentious naysayers in extravagant gowns and tuxes, with their fake smiles and tedious posturing ...

It was nothing less than fate.

Riley was the key that unlocked that safe space deep inside Liam's heart that had been sheltered for so long, waiting for the perfect person to come along and open it. This was the place where he kept his most sacred feelings: a genuine love, never-ending laughter, joy, romance, ecstasy, and every dream he ever held for the future -- one he presumed would never exist in any form he longed for.

But she didn't just unlock it. Riley shattered it wide open, where everything came flooding out at once and consumed him like a raging wildfire.

And it was the most remarkable, intoxicating experience of his life.

Liam showed her off all evening as they mingled during their rounds, danced, and conversed with the variance of nobility. She was the sexiest woman in that room, and he'd dare say the looks of envy shot in his direction from high-class men as he proudly cavorted her around didn't bother him in the least. Not that that was her only quality -- far from it. There were so many things about Riley that were special. But he couldn't help feeling a sense of pride that she was all his.

And without question, he was all hers.

Seated at the head table, Riley swallowed a morsel of the veal medallion she wanted to be served for this occasion. When given a choice between fish and lamb, the fish never stood a chance. The memory of that smelly, god-awful lunch with Regina three weeks ago was not something her palate had forgiven her for yet. As wonderful and savory as this extravagant meal, covered in a light brown mushroom sauce and served with a side of broccoli rabe, was, it couldn't hold a candle to what she craved the most: a slice of white pizza from Carmine's back in Brooklyn.

Or a slab or two of the New Yorker.

With maybe some cheesecake.

Covered in chocolate.

And a sausage rice ball. A Frito pie smothered with sour cream. Definitely a rainbow bagel from The Bagel Store. Barbecue ribs and beans from the mom-and-pop diner hidden just off the strip in Vegas.

Of course, her grandma’s country fried steak with white gravy sounded delicious too.

For sure, a fried Twinkie like the one she ate at the New York State Fair in 2013.

"You've outdone yourself, sweetheart," Liam marveled while wiping at the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "The meal was delicious, and our guests appear to be enjoying themselves." The others seated at the table looked up, adding their compliments.

Still dreaming about a fat slice of New York-style pizza, Riley smiled graciously back at him, until she noticed the server refilling Liam’s glass with merlot, causing her to do a double-take.

Hot tears pooled in her eyes, and a heavy feeling of sadness swelled in her chest as she panicked. "I asked for the Pinot Noir. Not the merlot,” she rasped meekly. “You don't like merlot, Liam. And the Pinot Noir was from the 'C' place where Duke Hakim lives. He'll be so disappointed and think I'm slighting his duchy. They’ll all hate me forever and ... wait a minute." She trailed off as a realization hit her, and Riley quickly glanced down at her plate before scanning each of the dishes from those seated around her.

The anxiety intensified; she could no longer suppress the heartbroken sob that wailed out of her. "Where are all the potatoes? We were supposed to have the potatoes, Liam. They didn’t serve the potatoes. Now the whole night is completely ruined, and it’s all my fault. I'm such a failure as a queen, and you should just send me to the dungeon now and throw away the key. I apologize to all of you for my incompetence and the lack of potatoes with your meal." Riley’s red-hot face, full of tears, plunged into the palms of her hands, then quickly sprung back up as Liam hesitantly tried to place a hand on her shoulder. A strong urge to use the restroom ended her crying spell as if it never happened. “Oh, oh. I gotta pee so bad. I’ll be right back.” She gave a warm smile and excused herself as she pushed her chair back and scurried merrily toward the nearest restroom.

Liam, Regina, Leo, Maxwell, and Olivia watched with confusion as she happily took off, not knowing what to say or what to make of the sudden shift in her moods.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia scowled, her eyes fixed on Liam.

“Is she all right, dear?” a concerned Regina asked.

Liam scratched the back of his head, nearly at a loss for words. “I ... I don’t know. I’ve never seen her that upset … especially over potatoes.” He paused in thought. “She was a little on edge this morning. Still, she’s been working a lot on the preparations and everything else going on. It must have gotten to her.”

Maxwell shrugged. “Maybe she just finally snapped.”

Leo shook his head, swallowing a forkful of beef. “Or maybe she has the premenstrual syndrome.”

“Leo!” The group admonished.

“What?” Leo bit back, taking in each of their disappointed glares. “Don’t act like it’s not true. Trust me, when I have cramps and bloating, I can go from a happy little Leo to a Bertrand, just like that.” He snapped his fingers, following it up with a frown. “It ain’t pretty, you all.”

Maxwell looked across the table at Liam and agreed, “He has a point.”

Wanting to shed his skin and slither away, Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can we not discuss something so personal and private, especially while several hundred people are dining around us?”

“I’m just saying, little brother, that you need to be understanding and gentle during this special time of your wife’s 'lady business.' You should speak softly and slowly to her because Shark Week messes with a girl's mind, man. Their brains short-circuit, and there’s nothing left up there but a couple of crickets and man-eating rattlesnakes. One second, you think she’s fine, but if you’re not careful, in the next second, you’ll find yourself with two venomous fangs rattling from your nut sack, dude. She will tear you apart and spit you out like a rabid dog. You can make it through these next few days, but only if you take my advice.”

“That is the single dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Olivia spat, boring her eyes into him. “And you’ve said a lot.” She turned to Liam, whose face was slightly pale and void of expression. “Don’t listen to his sexist drivel. Why you haven’t declared him insane yet is beyond me. You should have sent him away with that filthy hairball to Valtoria you had caged earlier.”

“IT WAS MONGO!” Leo erupted, causing the dishes on the table to clatter as he jumped to his feet and hovered over the redhead. Every head in the ballroom whipped around to see what was happening, and a deafening silence filled throughout. Even the orchestra stopped playing their classical tune.

A wide-eyed Regina smiled sheepishly as she glanced out at the quiet audience who were waiting to see what all the fuss was about. She thought fast before calling out, “We were just playing a little game of … 'It was Mongo.'” The former queen snatched Maxwell’s Sunset Rum punch from his hand, thrusting the drink up at her stepson, towering beside her, and instructed in a grandmotherly tone, “Be a good lad, Leo. You lost this round. It's time to chug-a-lug, my boy.” With his face burning, Liam slid down in his seat.

“Ooooo, I wanna go next.” Maxwell bounced excitedly while the guests resumed the festivities. "How do we play?"

“I think I want to go, too,” Liam replied, straightening back up before hurling his napkin on the table. “I’m going to go find Riley.”

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Riley exited the ladies' room, clutch in hand and a fresh dab of clear gloss gleaming on her pink lips. She stopped walking just as the door closed behind her and smiled with a look of surprise at seeing Liam leaning against the opposite wall. "What are you doing out here?"

He pushed himself off the wall, closing the distance between them and meeting her in the middle of the empty corridor. They wrapped their arms around each other, indulging in the warmth of their lovers' embrace. "Would you believe me if I told you I just missed you?" he answered, placing a tender kiss on her lips that skimmed lower to her jawline.

"I missed you, too," she moaned with each gentle pressure of his seductive lips, suckling and nibbling along the spot that trailed behind her ear that he knew drove her crazy. "But something tells me that's not the only reason you left the ballroom."

Their gazes met simultaneously. "Leo."

Riley chuckled softly. "Do I even want to know?"

Liam sighed, smoothing back a loose hair behind her ear. "You know my brother and his wonderful words of wisdom." There was no way in hell he would tell her what they really discussed after she left; he could only imagine her embarrassment. "Everyone was just a little worried about you, that's all."

"I didn't mean to scare everyone. I just wanted tonight to be perfect. Instead, so many things went wrong. I can only assume what the court thinks about me now." She lowered her gaze to the red carpeting where they stood. "I let you down."

"I don't want to ever hear you say that again. Riley, sweetheart, you can never let me down. Do you understand that?" Liam lifted her chin; her tentative eyes stared back at him for a moment before nodding. "Good. And just so you know, our guest are used to bombings, stabbings, kidnappings, shootings, and terror plots at most of my palace events --"

"Wait. What?"

" -- I assure you, just the fact alone, that none of that took place tonight, and they're all going to leave here soon -- alive -- will be huge for them. Not having potatoes with the meal or the right wine was the least of their worries. They will consider this night a success. And a testament to their new queen. You should, too. I'm so very proud of you."

"I have so many questions about everything you just said."

Liam smiled, caressing Riley's petal-soft cheeks and lowering his head to kiss her again. "All in due time, my love.”

Riley let out a deep, drawn-out yawn she lightly covered with her palm before stretching and rolling her neck. A couple of weeks' worth of planning and endless decisions had left heavy tension in her shoulders and overwhelming exhaustion like nothing she'd felt before. None of it went unnoticed by Liam, who placed his hands on her shoulders and gingerly kneaded the taut muscles.

"What do you say about heading back to our quarters, taking off all of your clothes, and I'll be up soon to massage this gorgeous body from head to toe? And hopefully, when I'm through, you'll massage parts of me, too … with any part of your body that you'd like." His lips curved into an inviting smile.

"Mmm, that's tempting," she purred, rubbing her hands over his ample chest. "But I can't just leave. It's the Queen's Ball. Without me, it's just ... The Ball." She chuckled, despite herself.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little panties over the ball. Just go upstairs and take them off. I’ll handle everything down here. Then … “ He squatted down to her eye level. “ … I’ll handle you.”

Her heart fluttered every time Liam spoke to her that way. The way he desired only her. She bit the corner of her lip teasingly. “I love you so much.”

Liam smiled. “You better. You’ve got one hell of a husband. I’d even venture to say you’re the luckiest woman on the whole damn planet right now.” Before Riley could respond to his jest, he put both of his hands on her cheeks to hold her head still and began placing playful, wet smooches all over her face, causing her to laugh riotously. After a few seconds of her squirming around and cackling at his antics, he paused to look at her. “You know I love you, too. Now go on up. I’ll be right behind you soon.”

With a pat to her backside, they went their separate ways.

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Liam returned to the ballroom, having offered to finish what little time was left without her. He would offer his apologies for her absence, but in reality, the King couldn’t have cared less what anyone there thought. Since his bachelor party weeks ago, he had grown from a man who had no choices to one who made his own. His marriage and relationship with Riley came first. Her wellbeing was the main priority -- to hell with anyone who had a problem with that.

As Riley placed a hand on the elegant wooden handrail of the grand staircase and took the first step up, her thoughts meandered to where she had been in her life one month ago and how vastly it had changed in such a short time. For the first time in years, she was happy, and it felt so good to be in that place where she could finally let go of the past and move on. Liam was a game-changer, and she was thoroughly convinced he was the only person on the planet who could have gotten her out of her own head and to this level of blissful existence.

Rounding the corner at the top of the stairs, she reached into her clutch to pull out the key card to her quarters, exhaustion slowing her strides. Shuffling past a row of closed office doors and framed artwork, she made her way to the residential wing.

The squeak of a door behind her and the click of heels drew her attention, causing her to stop and turn to see who was there.

The color drained from her face as Madeleine casually stepped out, her hands behind her back and a devious, unsettling grin cemented on her face.

It wasn't the fear that made Riley's heart pound with a sickening thud, but more shock than anything. No one had seen or spoken to the Countess since the confrontation in Las Vegas when she showed up unexpectedly after finding out Liam had married Riley the night prior.

Now, suddenly, there she was, as if out of nowhere, a gleam in her eye, looking all too pleased to have this run-in with Riley.

"A little dramatic, don't you think?" Riley scoffed, taking one step back the closer Madeleine approached. "What are you even doing here?"

"I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're worried about," she answered contemptuously. Her green eyes drifted to one of the cameras mantled at each end of the hallway. Riley placed a shaky hand over her stomach, letting out a low, relieved breath, hoping that was the truth. "Not physically, anyway."

"Well, that sounds promising," Riley replied sardonically. "Now, if you don't mind ..." She turned away, wanting nothing more than to escape this conversation and make it back to her quarters.

Madeleine reached out and grabbed the Queen by her elbow, pulling her back and harshly twisting her around so they were now face-to-face. "You're not going anywhere until I'm through with you," she hissed with an icy glare. "I told you I would make you regret what you've done."

Riley jerked her arm, trying to free herself. "Let go of my arm, Madeleine!"

"Not until you hear what I have to say."

"I'm not interested in anything you have to say! Now LET ME GO!" Riley hoped someone heard her yell or at least witnessed what was happening on the camera. Where the hell is security?

While continuing to struggle to free herself, she reached up with her free hand in an attempt to pry off Madeleine's bony fingers that were squeezing tight grooves around her elbow, her manicured nails digging deeper into Riley's skin. "You're hurting me. I said to let me go."

"Very well, then." The woman, who had twice lost her chance at the crown, released her firm grasp, knowing that the momentum would cause Riley to stumble back as soon as she let go.

Just as predicted, Riley planted a foot behind her for leverage before drawing her arm back as hard as she could, one last time. Her eyes grew wide, and she let out a sharp gasp that sounded well down the corridor. Riley sailed backward, tripping over herself and toppling to the ground. She finally landed with a hard blow on her backside, the rear of her head just inches from slamming to the floor.

A shockwave of pain coursed up Riley's spine from hitting so abruptly. Before she had a chance to respond or process what happened, Madeleine crouched down beside her, holding a DVD up and gaining Riley's attention.

The pain had morphed into a throbbing ache that was soon forgotten as the Queen stared quizzically at the object displayed in front of her like a grand prize.

"What is that?" her voice trembled.

"It's my ace in the hole," Madeleine stated, then wagged a finger. "Someone used to be a very naughty girl."

Furrowing her brows, Riley responded. "I don't know what you mean."

"You know precisely what I mean, but just in case, please allow me to refresh your memory," Madeleine smirked before rising to her feet and prancing around as if she were having the time of her life. "I did a little digging after my brief visit to Las Vegas and came across a man who knew you very, very well at one time. I made some calls. We exchanged e-mails, a transfer of money or two. And he was all too eager to accept my offer of payment for any dirt he could give me on you."

There was no point in asking "who" -- she already knew; the thought made her nauseous. Riley closed her eyes and muttered. "Tyler?"

"Yes," Madeleine beamed, " Your ex-husband. He had a lot to say about you."

"I'm sure he did. Does it even matter to you that he's a liar and a cheat -- not to mention greedy? He would make up anything if he thought he could profit off of it."

"Oh, it matters. Personally, I don't believe a damn thing he had to say. Honestly, Riley ... even someone like you could have done better than that slime."

Riley cringed in pain as she pushed herself off the floor and turned to her oppressor. "Just get to the point, Madeleine. Clearly, he gave you something you thought was valuable enough to use against me, so just spit it already."

Madeleine smiled, "How very astute of you. You're correct. He did." She held up the disc as Riley regarded it suspiciously. "On this disk are several hours of the two of you ... together. Very graphic, if I do say so myself." Riley's jaw dropped upon hearing those words as Madeleine continued, "Now don't worry. I only watched it long enough to make sure the video was legit --"

"Give me that!" Riley reached out to snatch the DVD, but Madeleine pulled it away just out of her grasp. A burning sensation filled inside her chest and spread across her face. "You're lying. I never made videos like that."

"Oh, I think you did," the blonde countered with a mirthful tone. "You just didn't know about it. Your ex admitted as much to me ... an asshole move, for sure. But nonetheless, I purchased the copy from him for a hefty sum. And ... well ... here we are now. You're more than welcome to take this disc and see for yourself; I have it downloaded as a backup, knowing you'd want proof."

At that moment, all Riley wanted was for Liam to walk down that corridor where she now stood, pick her up in his arms, whisk her away to safety, and tell her it was all a bad dream. Not that she did anything wrong -- she was married at one time to the man, presumably on the video, and would have been a consenting adult.

No, it was the fact that Tyler Brooks had taken intimate videos with her during their marriage, without her knowledge. Now Madeleine had possession of them.

God only knew what she planned to do with them, but Riley had a pretty good idea. "What do you want?" she whispered in defeat, afraid to hear the answer.

Madeleine grinned from ear-to-ear. "For you to leave Cordonia tonight and never return, or I release everything to the press."

Riley shook her head. "No. As much as I don't want anyone to see that video, I did nothing wrong, and I won't be blackmailed or intimidated by you so that you can get your grubby little paws on the crown."

"Is that so?" It wasn't a question so much as a remark meant to convey who was in control.

Maintaining her position, Riley raised a brow, refusing to give in.

Madeleine was far from giving up, though; she had manipulation in her blood. "Very well, then. I'll release the video in the morning. It should be interesting to see how the world reacts to yet another scandal by this monarchy. Their Queen plastered all over the internet again, except this time, uploaded on every porn site on the web.

"The news will run the story with your blurred-out silhouette in the background. Your father will see it, and his business will become a target.: Your friends. Family. Students. They'll all be inundated with your sexual proclivities. But the worst part will be the tribunal. The council will have no choice but to question Liam's decision-making abilities after not only squandering his pick of queen on some American nobody, but now one whose ass will be featured on the desktops of teenage boys across the world. It's a shame that he'll lose his reign, all because of you. Would you really do that to Liam? Do you genuinely believe you're worth all the trouble it will cause him?"

Riley froze. She knew Madeleine was taunting her with the people she cared about the most. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass each of them. But to possibly cause Liam to lose his legacy, his birthright, and the rulership of a country he loved so much? It was something she couldn't shake.

Staring blankly, twisting the bands of gold that belonged to Liam's mother, she couldn't get the question Madeleine just asked out of her mind: Did Riley believe she was worth the trouble it would cost him?

Nothing was damning on that video, aside from the fact that she never knew it existed. But she already had so much to prove; another video in the press' hand would tarnish Liam. Maybe the Countess of Fydelia was right: He would lose it all.

"Time is ticking," Madeleine reminded Riley as she tapped her watch. "What's it going to be?"

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fanficflaneuse · 4 years

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Dear Draco - Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Bonus Chapter

Index

A/N: Hello loves, welcome to my new mini series based on an anon request. It will have three parts, four at most. I hope you like this!

Thanks for all the love I received for my birthday. And thanks for reading and letting me know how you feel about my writing.

Details:

Draco x reader (she/her)

Word count: 3146 (I got carried away, sorry).

Summary: In the summer after fourth year, Draco falls in love with a muggle.

Disclaimers: it’s going to get angsty as hell and also very fluffy. Hermione x Draco friendship.

Enjoy!

Hermione sat alone on the library. She was deep in concentration, reading about the Patronus charm for the next DA meeting. All of a sudden, she felt someone looming over her. She closed her book, trying to make it seem as natural as possible. The brown-haired girl looked up, only to find none other than Draco Malfoy himself looming over her. Hermione’s features turned into a nasty scowl.

“Granger,” he tried to sound conciliatory.

“What do you wa –wait, what? Since when do you call me by my last name?”

Only then she realized Draco didn’t look like himself at all. Gone was the haughty attitude, the cocky smirk, the puffed chest. Not to mention the posse. He was no longer an image of confidence, but rather seemed distraught. This piqued the Gryffindor’s curiosity. Still, she was not going to let him see that. These days any slip could be detrimental.

Draco shrugged, hands deep in his robe’s pockets. “It’s your last name, isn’t it?”

Hermione eyed him suspiciously. “Oh, really? So, for five years you’ve thought my last name was mudblood?” she snapped.

Draco winced as she said the hateful label, as though it physically hurt him to hear it. This was the strangest sight she had encountered so far – which was plenty, all things considered.

“Are you okay, Malfoy?” she asked, baffled and cautious.

Draco didn’t answer. Instead, he just rubbed his face with his hands before pulling his hair just slightly. Hermione had never seen him act so natural, so human and, above all, so appalled. Slowly, the ubiquitous paranoia in the back of her mind fogged all of her brain. Her mind started shooting conspiracy theories left and right. As the seconds passed, she thought about every possible way in which Draco could be tending her a trap, which meant he knew something. Hermione got nervous and peered around for someone who could potentially help her. She noted – much to her annoyance – that her tendency to study in the farthest corners of the library had her facing the Slytherin prick on her own.

Draco noticed her discomfort and felt really stupid. He was about to leave, but then he remembered why he approached in the first place. It glued him in his place. So, he just shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and swallowed his pride.

“I…I need your help,” he said sheepishly.

For a second, Hermione thought about making a run for it. But she was far too intrigued now. She definitely wanted to know what could Draco Malfoy possibly need her help for. She stayed still, eyeing him skeptically.

“What is it?”

“Not here,” he said in a hushed voice.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Malfoy” she huffed.

Draco lowered his gaze. The silence between them was absolutely charged. Hermione’s glare made him feel exposed and ashamed.

“Please.” The sound of his desperation almost convinced the Gryffindor. Almost.

“Harry and Ron must be within hearing range.”

“Not bloody likely,” he snapped.

“Then no,” she said, crossing her arms.

Draco sighed, defeated. “Potter and Weasel-ey can’t know. Nobody can know. Hermione, please I am desperate.”

Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide. He had used her first name for the first time ever. She realized he must have been absolutely desperate. As stupid as seemed, it disarmed her. Hermione took a deep breath. In the worst of cases, Hermione thought, she was more than capable to defend herself from Malfoy. Besides, if he knew something about D.A, it was better to get over with it. She stood up, picked her books and looked at him.

“Where?”

Draco turned on his heel and guided Hermione to moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She eyed him suspiciously as he motioned for her to get into a stall. He shot her a pout and Hermione rolled her eyes, but entered anyways. She thought she must have been going crazy as she found herself just inches away from Malfoy, who seemed unfazed by the whole affair. He felt so hopeless in his situation he didn’t really care what he had to do at this point.

“So,” she said awkwardly.

Draco didn’t listen. Hermione realized he was casting a silencing charm around them. Only then, did he dare to spill the secret that had been locked in his heart.

“Hermione, I am in love with a muggle.”

As the Hogwarts’ express arrived to platform 9 ¾ after their fourth year, Draco found himself alone. This was a strange occurrence; usually his parents were there to greet him. Their absence hinted something unpleasant, considering the dreary note in which the schoolyear had ended, and suddenly he didn’t feel like apparating back home. Not knowing where else to go, Draco joined the crowd of students heading towards muggle London.

He had never been to the muggle King’s Cross station and he’d be lying to say he wasn’t startled by it. He was mesmerized by the buzzing of the crowd, the smoke coming from the muggle trains, and the elegant simplicity of the station. He was eyeing the entrance curiously, wondering if he should step out or apparate back home, when he bumped into her. Or rather, she collided with him and their trunks were suddenly scattered around.

“Bloody muggles,” he murmured, as he picked his belongings.

“What did you call me?” the girl growled.

“Nothing,” Draco said, startled. He was not used to people talking back to him. The only ones who did were the infamous golden trio, but after five years of bantering he considered it part of his daily routine. Everyone else bowed their heads and carried own with their lives. He was expecting the muggle to follow suit.

She didn’t. So, he softened his scowl to take a good look at her, only to find the most striking girl he had ever seen. Draco was absolutely smitten. She tilted her head, eyeing him curiously.

“You have pretty eyes,” she said casually, as though she was talking about the weather. He felt his face getting hot, his eyes opening in a very unbefitting gesture of surprise. He wondered how she could be so…so easy-going about stuff like that. He had been thought to be suave, but four words of her had beat him.

Draco realized she was waiting for a response. “T-thank you,” he said embarrassedly. He grimaced when he heard her chuckle. The girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stood up, offering a hand for him. Draco looked at the stretched hand for a while and took it just before she let it drop. They were soon shamelessly staring at each other, until a wave of people pushed them.

“Where are you going?” she asked. Draco shrugged in response, not knowing what to say.

“Well…I don’t want to go back home. Would you want to go somewhere with me?”

Draco shoved his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to do. He didn’t want to go back home either. He had an enticing girl in front of him, one that didn’t hesitate to tell him – a stranger – his eyes were pretty and invite him somewhere. But that girl happened to be a mudblood. He shook that thought off his head, realizing, once again, that he was lost in thoughts and the girl was looking at him, waiting for him to answer.

“My name is (y/n),” she said as she pushed her trolley.

“Draco,” he answered, pushing his own trolley, “Draco Malfoy.”

(y/n) giggled, which filled Draco’s stomach with butterflies. “What is it?” Even he could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Was it after the constellation or because it’s Latin for dragon?” she mused.

Draco gave her a small, genuine smile. “Both.”

He soon realized he had no idea where they were going. (y/n) seemed to read his mind, as she explained that they could leave their trunks at a luggage storage while they a stroll through the city. He then noticed that (y/n)’s trolley had trunks, big wooden trunks that resembled his own instead of the ungodly and shabby suitcases he had seen some mudbloods carrying around. He regarded her for a moment as they walked, examining her wardrobe: she wore a carmine coloured skirt, a matching blazer, black tights, black patent loafers and a creamy button-up with a dainty black bow at the collar. Her hair was up in a complicated hair-do. Draco noted that, by her side, he didn’t look particularly out of place in his sweater vest and tie. They could pass as two eccentric, rich kids.

“I gather you’re not from London.” She caught him staring in awe as they left the station, which made him feel self-conscious.

“N-no,” he stammered.

“Where are you from, then?”

“Wiltshire,” he blurted out. Draco realized he must look totally awkward, stuttering every answer as though he never had a conversation in his life. He didn’t know if he was nervous because of her or the fact that he was walking to the unknown with none other than a muggle, but it was totally wrecking his suaveness.

The girl seemed patient enough and smiled at him softly. Maybe it was even out of pity, but he found it adorable. “My grandma lives in Wiltshire. My mother makes me go there every once in a while, but I don’t like it that much.”

“Why?” he asked, genuinely interested.

“It’s a beautiful place, don’t get me wrong. And my grandma’s estate is marvellous, but such a vast house makes the solitude much more…real, you know?” Draco was hanging onto her every word now. She was describing, unabashedly, something he had felt since childhood. He admired her capacity to say this kind of things without the need of closed doors or silencing charms.

“I…I feel just the same,” Draco answered. He was surprised by the idea that him and muggles could have something in common.

(y/n) stopped on her tracks and Draco, who was following her around like a lost puppy, bumped into her back. He was about to apologize when she stopped him. “Given that you’re not from here, let’s do some touristy stuff. We can start here,” she said pointing out the building behind them. It was a grand construction, all in brick of a pinkish colour.

“British library,” Draco mouthed unsure. He noticed how (y/n) blushed slightly and her smile fell a little.

“We could…we could do something else,” she offered a bit ashamed. Draco felt terrible, he wanted her to smile again, to talk to him excitedly as she had done just a couple of seconds before. So, without really thinking about it, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the building.

She clasped his hand, an easy smile on his face, and was soon guiding him through rows and rows of muggle books he had never heard before. Draco tried to listen to everything she said. He wanted to remember names and references and look them up to have more things to talk to her about. Draco found himself wanting more conversations with her, more tours through libraries, more recommendations.

(y/n) was an open book. She told him that her parents were divorced. She lived with her mother in Edinburgh. Her father was a professor at LSE – whatever that was. He imagined, by context, it was a muggle Hogwarts.

“I like how you’re unphased by it,” she said.

“What do you mean?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Whenever I tell anybody my dad works in LSE, I get a lot of praise. No matter how bigshot the person is, they want the easy way in to the school,” she shrugged. It meant nothing to Draco, who scratched the back of his neck in confusion. (y/n) laughed and carried on, pulling him through different streets with their fingers intertwined.

Draco just let go. He was having so much fun with her, he almost forgot about how weird the situation was. They talked about astronomy and Greek mythology, topics he – thankfully – dominated. They talked about their love for reading and learning. They bonded over the fact that their parents had very high expectations for them and they were top of their classes.

“Top of your class?” asked Hermione, eyebrow raised, as he told her this.

“I’m the second best. She didn’t need to know about you.” For the first time ever, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy shared a laugh. He then carried on with the most unlikely story ever.

Draco avoided telling her as many details as he could, but they managed to connect over the most universal feelings and situations. They talked about loneliness and pressure, about finding joy in the most unexpected things, about creating a façade for people. When she told him she enjoyed nature, he told her he played “a sport”. He smiled softly and agreed – almost unironically – when she said she would love to fly. When she told him about her pets, he told him his house was full of peacocks.

“She has a dog named Matisse, a snake named Medusa and a cat named Catsby,” he said.

Hermione laughed, which confused Draco deeply. “What’s so funny Granger?” He was getting defensive.

“Catsby,” she said, “what a very nerdy joke.”

Draco furrowed his brow. “Explain it to me. Merlin, maybe for once I can laugh at one of her jokes. She thinks I have the most backward sense of humour,” he ranted, hiding his face in his hands. Hermione thought it was almost – almost – adorable.

She told him in length about The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald and the Lost Generation, because she figured they were some references that would come in handy if he kept talking to (y/n). Once he understood the reference, Draco snorted.

“She’s such a smartass,” he said lovingly.

Hermione couldn’t believe her eyes. She was dying to know what he needed from her, but refrained from asking, allowing him to gush some more.

(y/n) invited him to afternoon tea. The tearoom reminded him of the grandeur of the tea parties back in the manor. He felt comfortable, and ventured to tell her little details about his boarding school. He told her about his favourite places and pastimes – the ones that could pass as muggle, of course. He told her about his friends. They talked and enjoyed tea and pastries until it was very late.

As they picked their trunks, they promised to meet the next day. They spent together almost every day of that summer. He was very careful when sneaking out, but soon realized his parents didn’t notice much, so he had free reign over his time as long as he was back for dinner. They met at the entrance of the station and they would stroll through the city together. (y/n) thought him how to use the tube. She taught him history as they walked hand in hand through museums and libraries. She recommended books he had to read in the middle of the night. And before he could even realize it, Draco caught feelings for her.

They kissed for the first time one month after they first met. They had spent the day walking through Camden Town. They visited little stores and swayed to music in the middle of the street. As every single afternoon, Draco didn’t want to say goodbye. (y/n)’s arms were locked around his neck and his own were on her hips. His chin rested on top of her head and they stayed like that for a while. Not saying anything. She pushed away from him just a little to see his face and they could feel the desire engulfing them.

Draco leaned in first, slow and calculated. (y/n) closed her eyes as soon as she felt their lips touching. It was a delicious sensation, their lips moving in synch in a kiss they had been waiting for a long time. As they pulled away, they were both a bit breathless and absolutely happy.

After that day, things changed for them. Every day they grew more attached to each other and it was harder and harder to say goodbye. And then the last day of August came by. (y/n) gave Draco her contact information for him to write and call her. When she asked for his, though, he made an elaborate story on how his school was very strict and prohibited letters from outsiders. (y/n) hadn’t bought it.

“I don’t get it. What kind of school doesn’t allow you to receive calls and letters?” she said, not very convinced. Draco didn’t want to look her way, knowing very well that he’d give her everything she wished if he saw her adorable little pout.

“So, I won’t hear from you?” she sighed, “Is this true or are you trying to get rid of me?” Draco finally looked her way and his heart broke. (y/n) was trying to hold back tears. He hugged her tightly, protectively.

“Hey, hey,” he said, taking her chin gently with his hand, “Never in a million years would I try to get rid of you.” He wiped away her tears, feeling miserable for making her sad. He hated that she had jumped into that terrible conclusion.

“I promise I will do everything I can to contact you. I’ll find a way. I’ll break the rules,” he said, not a hint of doubt in his voice. (y/n) hugged him tightly.

“I am going to miss you so much,” she said in a small, quavering voice.

“Me too, love,” he answered, hugging her back and trying to remain strong for both of them.

That is why he has here, three weeks into their fifth year, almost begging for Hermione’s help. He was desperate because he hadn’t thought about a way to contact (y/n) and he missed her so much his heart was genuinely aching. He imagined (y/n) must be heartbroken thinking he had played her and that thought alone was enough to give him nightmares.

Hermione was still trying to process everything he was telling her. Still in disbelief, she gave Draco a hug. The Gryffindor felt how he stiffened with her touch, but then he heard him sigh and relax. The Slytherin hugged her back and Hermione’s whole body tinged with hope. If Draco Malfoy had fallen for a muggle, anything could happen now.

“Is this why you didn’t join Umbridge’s squad?” she asked curiously.

Draco shrugged. “Mostly.”

Hermione agreed to help him and they soon found a way. For the rest of the year, Draco handed in (y/n)’s letters to Hermione. She owled them to her own parents and they sent them by Royal Mail to her. Occasionally, Hermione would sit next to Draco in Myrtle’s bathroom. She would explain to him the references he wouldn’t get, which were mostly about culture. At times, she’d stay a little longer and they would gossip. To their surprise, they soon became each other’s confidant.

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This is for the kiddos, was there a time you've seen your parents mad enough that it scared you? For the Schnee kids, feel free to include your mother's alter ego.

Jael:I never get yelled at. Bad heart means I get calm but very disappointed lectures. I beat myself up more about my shortcomings than they do.

Sienna:One time I was half asleep outside and Jael put a flower crown on me. It startled me and I hit her on instinct; she was three. Dad didn’t mean to snap on me but he totally did and then I remembered something. My dad used to murder as easy as breathing and it scared to the point of crying.

Jacquelyn:Then ge freaked because now he had two crying kids and no way to calm them. It was a long day.

Tenzen:So this didn’t happen with my parents but one time I subconsciously closed the door to Yujin’s room and half a second later it comes flying open and Jaune is just staring at. I felt like a mouse looking at a snake. I never made that mistake again.

Yujin: One time my dad took me to Argus and someone was defacing the Pyrrha statue. The amount of base I heard in his voice when he screamed at the kids after he caught them made me realize not to be a good kid and not do anything stupid. I did run away into the forest when I was little though a boy was he furious when he found out.

Nicholas:Mom wasn’t happy that I broke into Atlas’s military base but I think auntie was ay more furious. If I had to pick something that truly felt like I dug my own grave it was maxing out my credit card on buying Disney World for a day.

Yujin:Don’t rich people do that all the time?

Nicholas:Oh I’m not finished. I did it on the day girl I know was supposed to have her birthday bash at some spectacular hotel and mall. I tweeted about it and got everyone who was supposed to go to her thing to come to Disney World. The whole thing trended, Summer performed at Disney Castle with Casey Lee Williams, celebrities showed up, and that girl was denied access in.

Jael:Damn....

Carmine:Okay, you make me feel slightly better about what I’ll talk about because what you did was stone cold.

Nicholas:Yeah mom is not a big fan of people using money to ruin someone else’s life so you can imagine how completely ashamed she was when she found out why I bought Disney World. I ended up having to work off and reimburse all the preparations for Eliza Marigolds party. Summer didn’t get in trouble.

Summer:I thought we were having fun; not doing something petty. *clears throat* So as a singer and a person with a lot of recognition in Atlas, it’s very important you stay humble. It’s unbecoming to abuse such pow-

Nicholas:When Summer first became famous she went there a brief diva phase and used fans to get anything she wanted. I’m talking a total power trip.

Summer :Food, clothes, skipped lines, became a bit of a.......you know. Mom tried to tell me to tone it down but I didn’t listen. *red* I told her to “mind her own business and her time in the limelight was done.”

Everyone:.....

Summer:She walked right into her room and came back in black for the first time in a very long time. Bleiss straightend me up in a few hours and I learned my lesson. A very....very scary lesson.

Lucas:I tried to leave Menagerie in the dead of night before. If mom could do it then I wanted to see if I could too.

Jael:(Why are all rich people this extra?)

Lucas:So what I didn’t really process all the way through is how much this would scare my mom to death and she sent every guard to look for me because she thought I had been kidnapped. 45 minutes later and I’m standing at my front door with a crying mother and a dad, grandpa, and grandma that made me wish that I had actually escaped.

Valerie:I was a very rowdy and temperamental kid so I got into a lot of fights. I can’t tell you how many times I got scolded for beating up a kid on the playground. I think I mellowed out nicely though. Right you two?

Summer and Nicholas:.......

Valerie:Yeah that’s fair.

Carmine:*inhales* I would just like everyone to know I was ten in this story I’m about to tell. We good? Good, so I have a cousin that’s roughly a year older than me and he’s a pretty upstanding person. Raised well and has hopes and dreams. One of those dreams is to be a really good huntsman; exceptional even. Around this time, I was already doing awesome things. Kinda looked up to me.

Yujin:I don’t like where this is going.

Carmine:When he told me his dream I may or may not have laughed right at his face.

Tenzen:Damn....

Carmine:Hold on it gets worse. I told him this because things can get rough for huntsman in my world and it’s not like he’s bad at anything; he’s average. So for him saying he’ll be exceptional was a bit ridiculous. I told him that he should lower his aspirations considering a ten year old is showing up; it didn’t help he was taller than me at this point.

Summer:It gets worse again doesn’t it?

Carmine:At this point he was getting pretty upset. Telling me how not really that much of a hotshot and he can be just as good as me. I laughed at him again then raise my fists. Our parents and some other’s are catching up in the kitchen and completely unaware that I’m about to fight my older cousin to prove my point.

Jacquelyn:You were bullying him.

Carmine:I know this now! Actually....yeah I guess I knew it then to. Back to the story, he swung a right hook and missed. He kept throwing punches and I kept dodging. Right jabs, left jabs, kicks, everything. I was determined to embarrass him in front of me. He’s crying at this point......

Everyone:Carmine!

Carmine:I’m almost done. I’m satisfied with what I’ve done at this point. The moment he throws another punch I run up on him and side kick hin right in his chest. He flies towards the door and slams against pretty hard. Parents come running in, he’s crying on the floor, I’m shaking my head disappointedlly at his skills, and Ruby is looking at him like I’m a alpha beowulf that ate someone. I was grounded for awhile and put in my place. Also I had to do whatever my cousin wanted to do the rest of time we were together. Moral of the story, don’t try crush your family member’s dreams.

Yujin:Does he still wanna be a huntsman?

Carmine:Surprisingly yes.

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