#Because their first meet is in Lloyd's dream

[procuder]

As a no.1 fan of the railroad arc. I won't talk about the second half of the chapter 113 because I don't know what I'm supposed to say, but!!! Hellkaros and Lloyd's conversation!!! It has changed so much that I don't want to forgive it!!!

First of all, in the opening chapter, Lloyd states that he received information from the Spirit Phone. Hello?? Okay, I have no problem with Lloyd using it. But do you think it's a good idea for Lloyd to search the internet for information about the King of Hell?? In the novel, Lloyd already knows that information. He already knew what Hellkaros was like. He already knew the information that was only briefly mentioned in The Knight of Blood and Iron! Am I the only one who has a problem with this part? Because changing the fact that Lloyd obtained information about the Hell King with unimaginable power from a source that could definitely be trusted 100% a.k.a. TKOBAI or a source that could only be trusted 40% a.k.a. random videos from Hell internet had a very different effect.

And this isn't the only bad part.

What's worse is that Lloyd challenges the King of Hell after he rudely tries to make a deal. There was even no guarantee that Javier would be able to protect him because the Hell King had power beyond imagination! Do you think it makes sense given Lloyd's character? He's not a type who'd take such risks. Especially by risking his own life on randomly information! When I read that, to be honest, I was very disappointed. I daresay that the novel has done it better. If you say 'Manhwa is funnier!' I suggest you read the railroad arc in the novel again. The manhwa ain't ballin' compared to the novel. lmao.

And besides, it was clear that Lloyd knew Hellkaros very well despite having only this little information. The same was true for Hellkaros, who only knew that Suho had possessed Lloyd's body and done many things in a dimension that was not his own. But they still managed to know each other well! Lloyd even admitted that he and the Hell King had things in common. (Okay, I won't shut up about their chemistry.)

And what hurt more than anything was that they chose to completely cut off Hellkaros' thoughts. You'll never know what he's thinking in the manhwa, and yes, the novel is much funnier if you use Lee Hyunmin-nim's logic that he used in the adaptation. (💀)

First, after having a short conversation. Hellkaros had already thought about replacing Lloyd with his own because Lloyd was more capable than he thought. It shows that Hellkaros is more interested in Lloyd even though his work is a lot. And Lloyd was much more polite and respectful to the Hell King in the novel.

Second, in the part where Lloyd talks about building the station. They also talked about details that the manhwa chose to omit entirely. And after Hellkaros had put everything into consideration, how it would benefit him. Do you know what happened? He knew that if he accepted Lloyd's proposal to build a railroad, then yes, there would be no more transportation problems. And Hellkaros wouldn't have to keep those stupid Satanists updated in real time. This means that he will complete his work faster. From all the equations, he got the answer: 'He will be able to get off work.'

I'll give those chores to them all. My own workload will also get substantially lighter. I won't have to continually find a new transportation route for those idiotic demons with a reliable railroad. If that happens...He would be liberated from every single one of his miscellaneous chores. All that was left for him to do was sentence dead souls, a basic task for him. And that meant... I can get off work Thump! Hellkaros' heartbeat vigorously sped up. He could go home. After 670,000 years. Away from his sickening work. He could finally activate the door lock to his house, which still had a protective film on. He could finally open the door to his house, remove his dress shoes, dip himself in a warm lava bath, and binge-watch TV shows with his mana-powered marble. HellTube. Hellflix. Hellcha. Hellver Series.

Chapter 232

See how funny and silly it is? I still have a lot to say. Oh yeah. As for the time Hellkaros actually was working, it wasn't just Lloyd knew from the information he had. Hellkaros was also the one who spoke to him about this matter. 'Why come when I'm busy? Don't you know I'm blah blah blah' Honestly, I especially liked this part because Lloyd had no choice but to listen to this hell king talk. LMAO and it was actually so funny that I wondered what in the world they decided to change it and cut out all the good parts. They even talked in 2 episodes, but?? They decided to shorten it to just half a chapter. I expected to have fun and this is what happened. Are they afraid of making the Hell King have the desires of normal people? His house hasn't even been removed the protection flim yet.

I swear I'll say more if they choose to cut it again in the future. Hellkaros often imagined what he would do once he returned home. And the worst part is that they chose to cut it out. I really don't understand why it was done.

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[jadeittic]

THERE’S NO CHANCE!

“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”

HARRY STYLES + ACTRESS!READER SOCIAL MEDIA AU

It’s Oscars night! We don’t know if they’ll interact, but we’re hoping! Fingers crossed, who will win?

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[the-ninjago-historian]

Ninjago: Into The Deep (Master Post, Summary, and Q and A!)

Hello everyone! Thanks for stopping by! If you've been on my blog, you probably know about this upcoming project. But for those of you who don't, what is Ninjago: Into The Deep? I'll tell you! Ninjago: Into The Deep is a fully fleshed out Ninjago fan season inspired by legendary fantasy works such as Narnia, Lord of The Rings, and even classic Disney films and more modern adventure stories like Avatar: The Last Air Bender. Here's the summary!

Things are looking up for the Ninja since their battle with the Crystal King! Jay and Nya have gotten married, Lloyd is now training to become a sensei, and Ninjago City hasn't had a major disaster in over a month! (A new record!) Everything seems to be going well, until the team receives a mysterious letter from Queen Vania, requesting their presence.

Once they arrive, they discover an evil plot, orchestrated by former king Vangelis, to overthrow Vania and take the throne again! And having a taste of conquest while on the Crystal Council, the disgraced monarch has his sights set on the rest of Ninjago as well! Powered by a new energy source, Vangelis is now far too powerful for the Ninja to defeat with their current abilities. They must find a new way to defeat him!

This takes the Ninja on a quest to a new world! The magical and beautiful subterranean kingdom of The Deep Lands! There, they must find the Elemental Beasts. Seven creatures created by the FSM and imbued with elemental powers, to teach the first Elemental Masters how to use their abilities. And who control the very balance of nature itself! From these magical beings, the Ninja will learn new powers and skills that are beyond their wildest dreams, and take down Vangelis once and for all! So join us, as we meet new friends, experience new powers, and journey Into The Deep.🍃🌊🔥🪨❄️🐲⚡

So that's it! I also have some cool concept art that should be finished soon!

Now here's some Q and A to answer all your questions! Some are from one of followers, and others I added in just to give general information. 😁 If you don't see a question being answered that you would like to see answered, please feel free to send it in!

(Under the cut because this is LOOOOOONG.)

First some general info.

Q: How will the episodes be released?

A: Each episode is three chapters long. Therefore, split into three parts. (Kinda like how you would have two commercial breaks in a real episode of Ninjago!) One episode will be released every week! Via a released chapter every Sunday, Wednesday, and Saturday.

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Q: How many episodes will there be?

A: 16-20. About as many a regular season of Ninjago would have!

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Q: What is this series rating?

A: G - PG! I don't do adult humor or gore. So it will be about as kid friendly as a usual Ninjago Season!

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Q: Will there be exclusive characters?

A: Yes! Several! Some including the Elemental Beasts, and even Cole's Grandfather Rocky! More will be released as the series goes on.

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Q: Will the season ever be animated?

A: If I aquire the time, resources, and skills, absolutely!

Now, let's answer some questions from one of my followers and awesome friend @dexter-the-dog!

A: Probably the only thing that makes it an Alternate Universe is that Dragons Rising isn't canon to this story. Other than that, it should fit nicely with the canon.

A: YES! The Elemental Beasts! They are so cool! I can't even put it into words! Currently, there are six Elemental Beasts. One for Fire, Water, Earth, Ice, Lightning, and Air. The Air Beast will have a very important role to play in this story! I'm also partial to Cole's Grandfather Rocky, who will also be making an appearance! He's a very interesting guy. And super powerful too! After all, he fought the Serpentine and the Time Twins! So he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve!

A: As Doc would say, #NoSpoilers! Lol! But there is a really cool scene were Nya uses her powers in a new way! It should be EPIC. So cool in fact, I just might animate it!

A: Ah! I can answer both of these! Since Into The Deep is a fan season, it will try to fit into the canon as closely as possible. That being said, the characters are exactly as you would see them in the canon show. No backgrounds or roles changed. But whether they will gain new abilities or new roles? Well that I can't say without spoiling things.

A: It's definitely the Cole x Vania story I have planned. Lol. Yeah, I ship them. I think they're cute. And they'll have plenty of cute moments in this story!

A: Into The Deep happens about a month or two after Crystalized. :)

A: I've been waiting to answer this one! The Elemental Beasts take on a mentor role for each of their appointed ninja. They will help them learn new abilities and fight their inner demons to truly become their most powerful selves. They're also are basically Nature Spirits. Each one controls a certain element in nature from their base kingdoms in the Deep Lands. Because of this, they can never leave to go up to the surface, or the balance would be offset. This factor is important, so make sure you remember it while reading.

And that's all the questions I got! That was fun!

Before I end this post, I'm gonna tag a few people I remember being interested in this thing! (@rinkunokoisuru @shatteredhope123 @miraculous-stud @nocturnal-nexu @dexter-the-dog) Hope you guys enjoy all this info! And thank you for all your love and support. It's really kept me going.😁🫶

Well, that's all for now! Keep an eye out for updates! And I'll see you around! Bye! - ✒️🐉

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[thezombieprostitute]

Hummingbird - Part 7

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Reader is AFAB

A/N2: This takes place at the same time as Dream Come True Part 9

Warnings: Death of minor characters, Rough sex, Smut, Violence. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 6 -- Part 8

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The next few hours mostly involve Steve pacing around his office. You stayed in the same chair you promised you would. As much as you want to calm him down you know this isn’t the time. Steve had gotten notice that Curtis had pulled Teach out of Lloyd’s hotel room and she was safe. Everyone breathed easier after that, but Steve was still stressed. For good reason, of course. Bucky and Sam would regularly find reasons to leave his office because his pacing and stressing wasn’t helping them, either. But you stayed in place, as you promised. 

“Why didn’t you have Curtis take Lloyd out at the hotel,” you ask. “We know he’s there.”

“Pine’s hotel is a neutral zone,” Steve explains. “If one of our people killed anyone there, we’d open ourselves to attack from all of the families at once. Cairo Hotel, any hotel under Pine’s jurisdiction really, is where we have our most important meetings and negotiations.”

“Which is why Lloyd is staying there,” you intone. “So Pine isn’t obligated to tell anyone about any of his guests? Even when they’re clearly dangerous?”

“True neutrality,” Steve confirms. “Otherwise there would be no place for real negotiations, peace talks, reparations, whatever. It’s important for business.”

“So the only reason Curtis was allowed to go get her was because Pine owed Ari a favor?”

“Well, there’s that,” he nods. “But also Pine has standards. He never likes to involve civilians in our dealings. The fact that it was solely a rescue mission definitely helped get Curtis the ‘in’ he needed.”

Your next question is interrupted by Bucky running in, “he’s at Ran’s. Let’s go!”

Steve gave you a kiss and a “stay here” before running after him. You have no idea when Steve will be back but you’ll be right where he needs you to be. 

Bucky’s team is first to go in. They’re the stealth team, taking out guards and others that might raise the alarm. Bodecker’s police cruiser is close enough to hear any gunshots but far enough to not raise eyebrows at the quick police response. If all went well, none of Ransom’s neighbors would hear anything. 

Of course something went wrong.

A scream from within Ransom’s house pushed up their timetable to “act now”. The slow and steady plan was under the premise that Ransom was having a conversation, not that he was being tortured. Bucky’s team focused on making a path to the front door before doing perimeter security. Steve and his team charged up the path they created to the door. 

Steve was first through the door, acting as a shield for his people came naturally to him. Quick firing to take out a couple of Rumlow’s men, he pushed forward, certain that his team would clean up if he missed anyone. Intel said that Ransom hadn’t left his office since his meeting with Teach so that’s where Steve led his team. 

Knowing that the people torturing Ransom were sure to have heard the gunshots Steve signaled his team to stay in various doorways as he knelt down to open the office door. The shots went well over his head and opened the shooters to his return fire. If he missed any, his team had him covered. 

Carefully moving forward Steve was able to confirm no one else was in the office. He found Ransom and called for a medic. The telltale sound of a police siren confirmed that they were moving into the coverup part of their plan. Sam ran into the office, carrying some emergency medical supplies, and started taking care of Ransom. This allowed Steve to look around at the bodies. He recognized all of them but quickly realized Lloyd was not among them. 

“Where’s Hansen,” he calls out. “Anyone got eyes on Hansen?” There was a lot of quiet. Steve messaged the Garbage Men, “Hansen is missing.”

Steve slams open his office door, startling you. He kneels in front of you and touches you almost reverently, whispering, “you’re okay. Thank god you’re okay.”

“What happened, Steve?”

He doesn’t answer and just moves you so that he’s sitting in the chair with you on his lap, holding you close. You start kissing his neck, your signal to him that he’s safe, that you’re okay, that he can relax. It takes a few minutes but he does calm down. 

“Lloyd escaped. You’re not leaving my sight until we’re able to find him.”

“Of course, Steve,” you assure. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Ransom’s in the hospital,” he reports. “Sam says he should be okay. He’ll just have some scars afterwards.” 

“And probably some mental ones, too,” you comment.

Steve agrees, “after he’s stable we’ll get some more information from him. See about helping him. In the meantime, no one goes alone and everyone is armed.”

“I take it you’re not going to be sleeping any time soon?” Steve shakes his head in response. “Then let’s at least get you some food to help you think.” You start to get off of his lap but he pulls you close to him, hugging you in place. “Steve, we’re going to be okay,” you coo between kisses along his jugular. “I’ve been sitting in this chair all day and I need to move. And get something to eat.”

He relaxes a little and lets you get up, but you make sure to not let go of his hand. Even when you’re both in the kitchen and cooking up a little something you’re making sure to touch him. Letting him hug you from behind while you’re working. Letting him know you’re still there and you’re okay. You know it’s the only thing that’ll keep him from going out and maybe getting himself killed. He needs a cool head and you can help with that. 

You’re both startled to alertness by Bucky running into the room. “Hansen is dead. Everett got him!”

“What’s the update on his co-conspirators?”

“Scattered to the winds,” Bucky confirms. “The other families have even agreed not to protect them. If they’re found, they’re delivered to us.” 

You feel Steve legitimately relax for the first time since he picked you up from your apartment. He talks to Bucky for a bit about the finer details of the aftermath; getting Ransom’s cover story for what happened, following up on the hacker who helped Lloyd, getting all of the Family members back safely. 

By the time he and Bucky are done, Steve is beyond exhausted. All he wants right now is to curl up in bed with you and hold you. So when you ask him if you should grab your suitcase to head back home, he nearly growls at you, “you’re not going anywhere.” He takes you into his bedroom and throws you down on the mattress before crawling over to you, wrapping you in his arms, and pinning you to his chest. “Mine,” he grunts as he takes in the smell of your hair, the feel of your skin, the sound of your chuckles. 

“I’m definitely yours,” you assure. “We’ll see about me going home later.”

“You are home,” he asserts. “Can’t be without you. Sleep better, feel better, eat better.” He kisses you with each item he says, adding weight to his words. 

“Are you actually asking me to move in with you,” your voice barely a whisper from his kisses taking your breath away. “Or are you just in a mood?”

“Hummingbird, you’re moving in with me,” he insisted. “Either that or I’m moving in with you. I’m not going another night without you in my bed.” He starts removing your clothing, “I need you. Need you with me every day.” He’s stripped you down to your panties, his eyes darkening at your form. “Please,” he pleaded. “Please move in with me.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe. “I’ve just been waiting for you to actually ask.” 

“Let me apologize for taking so long to do so,” he says before he kisses down your front, his beard scratching your skin in just the right way, making you moan. 

He rips your panties off and wraps his lips around your clit, making you gasp and arch your back. His tongue moves from your clit to your dripping pussy before his strong arms grab your hips and he rolls so that you’re sitting firmly on his face. You grab Steve’s hair to help you ground yourself as you cry out from surprise and pleasure. 

Steve knows exactly how to play you to get you to cum so he does other things, wanting to prolong your pleasure, wanting you to drown him in your juices. And he will get what he wants. Every time you try to move your hips or drag yourself away, he grips your hips harder, not letting you even wiggle away from where he has you. 

“Oh, Steve, I’m so close,” you whimper. He smacks your ass hard and you’re quick to correct yourself, “Sir, I’m so close, Sir. Please, please let me cum!” He gives your ass an appreciative squeeze, his sign that you had permission, before he hits all the spots he knows you need him to. He’s rewarded with your shouts of pleasure and a rush of slick. He doesn’t stop. Even after you’ve recovered from your first orgasm. Even when you’re begging him to slow down. He keeps at it until you’re cumming again. 

You’re whimpering from exhaustion and over-stimulation, “please, Sir. Please, can’t stay sitting up.” He spins you both so you’re laying on your back and he finally lifts his lips from you, his beard drenched, his eyes full of hunger.

“Tired out already, Hummingbird,” he chides. “Definitely need to have you here every night. Build up your endurance.” He rolls you over onto your stomach and gives your ass hard smack, making you cry out with pleasure. “Keep you with me, claim this pussy every damn day,” he says with another spanking. 

“More, please, Sir,” you cry out. “Please smack my ass again, Sir!”

He happily obliges, “can’t take more of my tongue in your cunt but you never get enough of my hands on you, do you?”

“No, Sir. Always need more of your touch.”

“Good girl,” he says with another smack to your butt-cheek. 

“Thank you, Sir!”

“I’m gonna claim that pretty little mouth of yours now,” he growls as he pulls you to your knees on the floor, making sure you land on a pillow he’d placed down there. Your mouth salivates as he undoes his belt and zipper before pulling out his cock. You open your mouth for him and put your hands on his thighs so you can signal if you need him to stop or slow down. 

He shoves his length into your mouth with a groan. You’ve done this enough times that you don’t need as much of a warm up but he’s still careful to not overdo it on the first few thrusts. You eagerly take every inch you can, moaning around his girth as he picks up the pace. By the time he’s grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to take every inch, you’re a crying mess and loving every second of it. 

Steve gets rougher as he gets closer to his own release. He grunts, “looking so fucking beautiful like this. Gonna ruin your holes every day and you’re gonna thank me for it.” You moan at his words and he slows down just a little, “play with your clit, Hummingbird. I know you’re soaked from this.”

He was right, you could feel yourself leaking down your thighs. You quickly start playing with yourself and you’re already so close to cumming. 

“That’s it, cum for me,” Steve groans. “Need to hear you cum before I spill down your throat.” At his command your orgasm takes over and you moan and whine around his cock which pushes him over the edge. Your pleasure grows with the feeling of his seed down your throat and you make sure to lick up every drop. 

Steve pulls out of your mouth and helps you get into the bed. After some gentle kisses and some settling of nerves he goes into full aftercare mode. He makes sure to worship you as he cleans you up, massages and cuddles you. As you fall asleep in his arms he thinks about the ring he has hidden away in his closet.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

I'll be said if you...||Lloyd Hansen-Part 2

Character: Lloyd Hansen x CIA!Reader

Warning: Kidnapping, manipulation, dead Character.

Summary: You got caught by Lloyd.

Part 1, Part 2,-

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Your eyes flutter open to an unfamiliar room. The aftermath of the bomb explosion echoed in your mind. Your surroundings seemed hazy, and the muffled sounds of distant commotion reached your ears. 

As you tried to piece together the fragments of your memory, confusion etched across your face, and her hand instinctively went to your temple, still feeling the residual effects of the fainting spell. 

The room's unfamiliarity and lingering disorientation left you momentarily adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Lloyd was sitting beside your bed. He looked at you with a smirk. “You have a good dream, sunshine?”

You were too weak to respond; then, you saw the most wanted man standing behind him. It’s him, the person who killed your foster father, former CIA agent Shane. You realize a belt is binding you when you try to move your hand. This bastard makes you his prisoner. 

Lloyd noticed your fearful eyes. He glanced at Shane and looked back at you. “Let's do an introduction first, ooh, like foreplay since we’ll kill each other later.”

You closed your eyes and sighed. “Why wait? Just kill me now.”

Lloyd put his hand on his chest and acted like he was broken. “It will break my heart, sweetheart. At least let’s have dinner first.”

You rolled eyes your eyes and thought, ‘Dear God, please kill me now.’

Lloyd crossed his arms, “Do you want to know why former director Nathan cares so much about you?”

You hummed without looking at him. You have known Nathan since you were a kid; your father and Nathan have been best friends since they were young. 

But the next word that came out from Lloyd's was unexpected: “Because your father, Nathan, and the rest are part of the team who created the Zombie Program. But here's a thing: Nathan and others made a switch kill. When the agents turn 40, they will die.” 

Lloyd pointed at the man behind him. “Only Shane survived.” He looked at the deadliest agent, who had no expression. It’s understandable since he got injected with so many drugs. 

Your eyes widened, your hand gripping the bed tightly. The shocking revelation hung in the air, and you struggled to process the words, unable to accept the truth that had just shattered your world.

“That’s impossible. My father is not a person who is capable of doing this.”

Lloyd nodded. “True. Your father only the typewriter in that program. But in Shane’s revenge book, he is still the bad guy.”

You remembered you and Noah are working together to find out why many retired CIA got killed.

The revelation still does not make you relieved. Knowing the truth that your father knew this program existed and didn’t do anything made you want to go to the afterlife and ask him why he didn’t stop this inhumane experiment. 

Lloyd moves closer to grab your hand and rub it gently. It’s useless for you to move away since your body is trapped. 

“I’m going to need your help to take my revenge… Excuse me, Shane, revenge by killing the other two creators. There were three. It was Nathan, well, R.I.P. for him.” Lloyd made a gun gesture to Shane. “That was a good shot.” 

He looked at you again. “Then Senator Aaron Reynolds and Vice-President Jackson Mitchell.” 

After Lloyd said those names, it triggered Shane to lose his composure.

“Na-ah, I don’t want you to get another seizure.” Lloyd takes a remote from his pocket and presses one button. It made Shane faint and fall to the ground. 

You can’t believe it, Lloyd is still heartless towards his new friend “You…”

Lloyd raised his arms. “It will take a while to explain. Right now, I just need you to be healthy to meet the Senator next week.” “I don’t even know him!!!” You just found out that your father knew two crucial figures of this country. He never mentioned it to you. And what Lloyd just said is that he and Shane will kill Senator Robin. “Sssh…” Lloyd gently put his finger on your lips. "It’s okay I’ll arrange everything. And you will get your revenge too.”

You're left puzzled, not fully grasping the details of his plan or how it involves you. “Me? I don’t have any problem with them.” “Huh?” Then, all of a sudden, Lloyd let out a loud laugh. It’s been a while since he could laugh like this. In comparison, you don’t understand what is so funny for him.

“Oh dear, you don’t know your mother car accident was caused by them?”

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Little Fawn

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x Male reader

Summery : When your own father's exploits lead upto you being kidnapped by a tyrannical sociopath, there is no way you are getting out of the man's den in one piece or worse. But when the said man has a look of undeniable lust and claiming desire upon the first glimpse of your innocent being, would you be able to deny those inappropriate urges? Or you'll be the man's little fawn for the rest of your live?

Warnings : Passionate SMUT 18+, hint of non-con, oral sex, unprotected anal sex, age difference, size difference(you're cute n tiny)-sort of a kink too, daddy kink, dirty talking, biting, choking, rough manhandling, belly bulging, pet names(pretty boy, baby), possessive Lloyd(duh!) — remind me if I miss any.

Words count : 5.3k+

A/N : Here it is! My first ever fic that I have the courage to finally post. Actually, I had some other plans for my first fic, this idea came outta nowhere thanks to 'The Gray Man' and delicious Lloyd Hansen. Idk if it's too much cliche or rustic(self-deprecation talking, not me) but I've enjoyed writing it. I profusely apologise for my mistakes and story longevity (cz I love things slow). My special thanks to @chrisevansxmalereader for your endless support and love and all other authors up there who's writings inspired me so much! I genuinely hope you enjoy my writings as well. Likes and comments are highly appreciated. Love you all and- here goes nothing ;)

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You must be dreaming. There is no way of deeming this sudden horrible turn of events otherwise. Because, one moment you are arranging all the notes for your upcoming biology test and the next, you are slumped down on a huge sofa with an unendurable throbbing in your head.

After what felt like an hour of blinking slowly and trying to adjust to the surrounding lights, you come to your senses. Your first instinct is to scream— at the top of your lungs– for help because you know damn well that you've been abducted, mercilessly. But you hold back knowing that it'll only bring more catastrophe if it hasn't already.

You cautiously take in your surroundings and make yourself acquainted with pristine and somewhat historical looking structure. A room surrounded by walls that are dark-ish white, reagal furnitures and huge doors and windows with white see-through curtains.

Said doors burst open with a sudden clattering of footsteps- resulting you to jolt in surprise. "-agency should know that the fucker's son- well, hello pretty boy!" came a deep but somewhat amused voice, forcing you to look in the eyes of the source. You meet with the bluest of eyes that are now laced with something questionable.... dangerous....something like insurmountable hunger. And also something sinister like a predator eyeing it's prey. It is surely enough to make you squirm in discomfort.

Then you took in the sight of the handsome specimen with an equally handsome face, manly jaw, huge biceps, wide shoulders, thick neck and a splendid silhoutte going down to a tapered waist- all the things accentuated by the tight black turtleneck t-shirt he is wearing. Thick thighs and long legs draped with a pair of off-white chinos. But what caught your gaze the most is the weired looking moustache underneath his nose which makes him look rather funny except for his substantial presence being quite threatening.

The man- Lloyd Hansen, a former CIA mercenary, psychopathic killer, tyrant, ruthless barbarian an so on.....can't take his eyes off of the beautiful sight before him. You- with your dilated (e/c) eyes, soft (h/c) curls, pretty (s/c) smooth skin, plush soft lips and thin but elegant limbs totally left him out of breath. The light purple oversized hoodie you're wearing exposed the smooth expanse of your shoulders and neck that he'd absolutely love to cover with hickeys and bite marks.Oh, the things you make him want to do to you

Instructing his men to leave, Lloyd slowly stalks towards your frame—now curled up into a ball by hugging your knees to your chest. Never in his life has he ever been derailed from his mission this quickly. But just a single glimpse of you looking up at him so innocently, has him forgotten all about the task and what he has been hired for in the first place. It's like a lyric-less song resonating from your core and luring him in. And he knew there and then, he wants to— scratch that— need to have you. Inhibitions long thrown out of the window.

Watching him advance upon, you try to scoot backward but instantly meet with the headrest of the couch. He carefully leans in to your visage level. You make a futile attempt look away only for him to grab your chin and make you look him in the eyes. To say that you're scared would be an understatement when you are utterly terrified because every bit of the man's expression is screaming danger and that you're in trouble.

“My my, what a pretty little thing you are! Didn't know that the bastard had a full bloomed dahlia in his garden!” the man commented with a perilous grin. “What are you talking about?” you whimper out. You know that your father isn't some sort of noble-man working for humanity, if the abundance of his wealth is anything to go by and that he definitely has some secrets. But what in the hell is this?

Then the man let out a dark chuckle, “Aww, you don't know anything about your daddy's petty business, do you littlle fawn? That you're here because of him?”

“I don't understand. Who are you? Where am I?” You frightfully demand, raking your head around the room.

Without another word, the man ducks down and licks a long stripe across your shoulder and neck with a soft but firm kiss behind your ear, his moustache tickling the path. You let out a sound somewhere between gasping and whining before gripping the man's shoulder with both of your hands. “Mmm...your skin tastes just as sweet as it looks, baby. Fuck!” He slids a thumb right under your bottom lip and continues, “Unfortunately, a sweet thing like you should also be ruined, don't you think?”

The dark edge to his voice accompanied with his hot breath against your neck make you shudder in timid anticipation. “Please, don't hurt me” you feel tears prickling your eyes. If the man has something bad planned for you, you only hope that it doesn't include actual manslaughter. “Oh, baby! You're such an innocent little lamb, aren't you?” The man drawls. “Don't worry, we're gonna have so much fun together” he states with the same smirk.

Your confusion only augments when he pulls you up to your feet and picks you up without a warning and starts to stride towards the nearby king sized bed. You gasp in surprise and try to wriggle out of his grasp. The next thing you know, the man lies you down gently on the bed. He starts to run his palms up and down the sides of your torso, making your thighs quiver in it's wake. His dark and hungry gaze burning through your skin, crawling like a raging fever.

All of a sudden, a pair of soft chapstick tinted lips crashes onto yours and all of the air from your lungs have been abruptly kicked out. He's devouring you like a drowning man for air and all you can do is clung to those ridiculously huge biceps for leverage. The kiss is frantic, urgent with need, smacking loudly in the otherwise silent room. You make a sound at the back of your throat which makes the bigger man groan and deepen the kiss. You're having a hard time keeping up as the man kisses and nips your bottom lip, it's all harsh teeth and tongue. Having no experience on the act of kissing makes your moves sloppy but it does little for the man to back out.

A fresh tear slids down the corner of your eye. You're still trying to make out the situation and trying to figure out what is happening. What is he doing? Is he going to have his way with you? Without your consent? Defile the innocence you've been carrying all through your life? Are you going to forcefully loose your virginity to a man who is all but gentle? Or is this some kind of cruel nightmare?

Before you know it, a thick tongue is prying you lips apart and seeking access to your mouth. Your disapproval sound goes totally ignored as the tongue roams the inside of your mouth, tastes every nook and crevice making you moan and whimper shamelessly. Your responses only intensifies the man's hunger, drawing an aggressive growl from him. By the time you both are panting, taking in rugged breath as he breaks the kiss.

“Wai-wait-wait, please! Don't do this to me, I'm begging you. I-I-I... don't wanna get hurt” You outright beg and try to shove him off of you by his shoulders but he grips your wrists just as tightly. When you look him in the eye, you see the same daring darkness returning, blue orbs eclipsed by the blown wide pupils, then returns that toothy smirk.“It's okay, sweetheart. I can see it's your first time. Let me take care of you. Let me make both of us feel good” He suavely persuades.

The juxtaposition of his words and expression is making you uncomfortable, totally perplexed and beyond frustrated. But before you have the time to protest, he is attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses and bites, leaving a trail of hickeys all over your shoulder and collarbone. Bright purple bruises are forming on your skin by his harsh suction and lastly in a manner of soothing he licks over the marks.

By the time he is finished with your neck, you are a writhing, moaning and whimpering mess. As much as you loathe to admit it, but all these intimate actions, physical contacts have somewhat left you craving for more. You are absolutely mortified by your eagerness but the man is attending to you, giving you the attention you longed for so long after being shielded and preserved, grounded for the sake of your own safety. So, you don't essentially put up a fight when he starts to undress you even if you're still a bit unsure.

When the last part of you clothing has accompanied the rest of your attire on the floor, you are completely naked before the man. Cheeks flushed pink, you try to cover yourself up as much as possible with your palms but he takes your wrists and swats them away. Lloyd- is totally awestruck by your beauty, sprawled under his heavy gaze, spit slicked lips-bitten red, neck and collarbone marked prettily, you are like an angle to this god forsaken world. Delicate like the wisps of autumn.

“You truly are a work of art baby, so beautiful!” he rasps as he ducks down to peck you on the lips. He slowly trails his kisses down your body. Your neck, shoulders, chest and special attention to your nipples. He sucks on them as if determined to draw anything that must be kept underneath. You can't help but moan at the sensation making the bigger man groan against your soft skin. Oh! Not to mention that you're painfully hard by this point, cock leaking and twitching against the curve of your belly- all thanks to his little ministrations. Even if your sub-conscious mind is still alarted, your body is responding, appreciating and seeking more. Your nipples are all puffy and red and glistening with saliva after he finishes.

Then he stands upto his knees. Eyes still glued to your heaving figure, he pulls his shirt over his head before going to unbutton his pants. Your mouth goes totally dry at the sight of his hard-muscled form. Comically broad chest and impeccable pecs with some light dusting of dark blond hair, cheseled abs going down to the v-shape of his groin, a trail of hair following the skin and disappering under the band of his black boxer briefs. Arms looking extra huge now that they're accompanying the whole package. He notices that you're staring and smirks to himself making you blush to the root. Then he tugs at the waistband of his briefs and-

“Oh!” There sprangs free the biggest cock you've ever seen. Although, the only cock you've ever seen is obviously yours but still, you can guess the comparison. Standing there proudly, the cock is thick from base to the tip, long and veiny, mushroom shaped head flushed an angry shade of red making you gulp involuntarily. The thing is unblemished and has a slight upward curv. Balls looking heavy and full, hanging between his parted thighs. And suddenly you're very(very) nervous. Thighs closing instinctively.

Sensing your nervousness, Lloyd gently nudges your thighs apart and gets between them. He noses at your jaw and purrs, “You're gonna get this cock, baby. No matter you accept it or not. I'm going to have you the way I like. But first, you have to work for it”

With that, he stands up again but this time moves out of the bed and stands at the edge before beckoning you closer. Your perplexed state remains as you crawl towards him on your hands and knees who is now lazily stroking his cock all the while eyeing you hungrily. He then places the tip of his cock at your lips and traces the soft petals, smearing the precum all over them. You stare at him through your fluttering lashes the entire time and as if you're expecting further command. His dick jumps at the sight.

“Open up” he orders and you obey like a good boy. Then ever so slowly, he pushes his gargantuan cock past your lips and you experimentally give the tip a lick. Grimacing at the bitter taste of his precum you move your tongue at the under side of his dick, moving up again swirling around the tip and hear him groan in pleasure over you immediately. Then you take him in hand and embolden by his groans and moans, lick his cock from the base to the tip before kissing the head and closing your lips around it. “Fuck” he curses and shoves his whole length down your throat.

Before you have the time to adjust he starts to thrust his cock over and over in your mouth. You desperately grab at his strong thighs fot support. “Fuck, baby just like that. You look even more beautiful like this. Mouth stuffed full of my cock. Taking everything I give you” he groans overhead. “Are you gonna drink all of my cum too, little kitten? Gulp down all the thick milk I give you? Hmm? Like the good kitten you are?” You can do nothing but to whimper in response. All of this filthy talking is making you more aroused than it should.

“Yeah, I know you will. You're practically gaggin' for it, aren't you? My sweet, greedy boy” the last two words are punctuated by deep thrusts that have you choking on his length. Drool and spit dripping down your chin which is also making his cock glisten, looking even more intimidating and enraged. Looking up through your lashes, you take in the sight of his heaving chest, quick deep breaths are leaving his nostrils like some sort of lifeline. Pecs and abs are already sweaty and shining from the laboured thrusts.

Gripping the sides of your head, he starts to thrust in more urgently.soon you become light-headed from the lack of oxygen and can do nothing but to relax your throat that is now achy from the intrusion, hollowing your cheeks to make it easier. Tears stinging your eyes, gagging and gargling sounds leaving you mouth as you choke on his cock.

“Breath....nghh...thr-through your nose, baby. You're doing s-so good” He instructs or more like grunts with all his might and with one last particular shove, he pushes his cock all the way down your throat and keeps your head firmly in place where your nose is planted against the thick bush of his pubic hair, taking in his clean musky scent. You gag and choke the entire time and paw at his strong thighs. With a shuddering groan, he pulls away, a few strands of saliva connecting his cock to your lips, and smacks his hardness against your cheeks, drenching them with your own spit. You try not to feel too humiliated by the action.

“Fuck, that was amazing baby! Now, it's time for your reward” he breaths out and pushes you on your back on the bed. Taking both of your legs in his hand, he lifts them up and presses them on your chest, nearly bending you in half. “All flexible and bendy for me, huh? I like it” he chuckles, a little breathless from having you fully exposed before him. Your pink little hole winking at him, fluttering from the sudden contact of cold air. Groaning at the sight, he fully dives in starts to lick and lap at your sensitive furl of muscles, the most private and sacred place of a human being.

Your eyes widen at the sudden action. Mouth falling agape with a silent scream from the knowlege of how filthy and dirty this whole thing is. But when a thick tongue pokes it way in your entrance, you lose all the battle of resistance and let out a loud moan clutching the sheets either sides of your head. You hear the man groan, sending vibrations through your body making you arch in complete pleasure. Cock leaking a generous amount of precum and ready to burst at any moment. Just a few tugs would be enough to pull you colser to the edge.

That's why when you start to reach out, a strong hand shooes it away.“Nuh-uh, no touching yourself. Let your pretty little cock weep a bit more!” you hear the man chiding from underneath you. Then he again dives in, this time with much more vigour. He licks, slurps and sucks at your hole, prodding it with his tongue. Occasionally kissing at your inner thighs and entrance. The coarseness of his moustache making everything a lot more sensitive. Your entire body heats up when obscene slurping noise reaches your ears. Your own hands shoot down to grab the head between your legs, not knowing if you want to push away or keep it into place as choked out moans leave your bitten-red lips.

“Pl-please, I can't take it anymore, please!” You sound so wrecked already and you feel Lloyd smirking against your hole. Your entire world seems to stop spinning as he finishes making a meal of your entrance and comes back up with a kiss on it. “Yes, you can take it. You can take everything I give you. You'll be so good for me, won't you?” His every coaxing sentence is punctuated with a kiss, hands gripping either side of your head as you shook it back and forth.

“Yes you will. You will be a good boy—” The man continues. You still shake your head violantly, eyes squinted close and mumbling coherent words. “—Daddy's baby boy” at that, your eyes snap open. Cock twitching and drooling uncrontrollably on your stomach. Those last three words making you go into a full body shudder.

Lloyd grins at your obvious daddy issues. If only had he known this earlier. “Yeah? You wanna be a good boy for daddy? Let him take care of you? Give you what you want?” You nod eagerly even before you can think about it. “Come on baby, say it” He orders as he grabs a bottle of clear liquid, seemingly lube, from the bedside table drawer simultaniously lubing up his fingers and pressing one aginst your hole. “Yes, daddy!”, you gasp out as soon as the finger breaches your tight ring of muscle. Lloyd starts sliding his pointing finger in and out of you, relishing every soft little sound you make.

It's like a sweet torture for you every time he inserts his finger. Uncomfortable yet pleasurable. But when he pushes in another finger you nearly scream from the immense discomfort. “It's okay, relax. Relax for me baby” the man cooes gently but it does nothing to alleviate the burn. Your tight virgin hole is arrogant to keep the fingers away. But the man is also like a mulish horse, plunging in his fingers despite the resistance.

It's when those fingers touches a certain bundle of nerve inside you, your back arches and cock explodes instantaniously, the filthiest sounds exiting your mouth which you're too oblivious to care about. Like in a matter of seconds your primal pain gets replaced by a world shattering pleasure tremor. Body spasming from the aftershock. Lloyd's booming laughter pulls you back from your daze to actual reality, blinking twice you look at him and frown in confusion

“You just came from my fingers alone? Oh, the things you do to me, baby boy”, Lloyd rumbles and as if to make a point he tugs at his cock, making it jump up and down. He's hard like never before. And just right after, he adds a third finger, further stretching you open. When the copper taste of fresh blood hits your tongue, you come to realize that you've been biting harshly on your bottom lip to suppress your screams. Lloyd, who has been observing both your hole stretched wide around his fingers and facial expression, leans down and sucks on your blood coated bottom lip, a smug smile on his own lips.

Suddenly, the moving fingers inside your body come to a halt and leave immediately. You glance down in time to see Lloyd leathering up his massive cock with lube, eying your gaping hole. Eyes wide with realization of what's coming next, you let out a pitiful whimper. But Lloyd is already upon you, kissing your neck and slowly guiding himself in your entrance. “Shh- beautiful. Relax, open yourself up for daddy. There is no going back now. Let daddy have you” he gently coaxes against your neck.

When the fat bulbous head of his cock makes it's way inside, you are shaking bodily. A deep gutteral sound leaves Lloyd's lips which prompts you to shake even more. The stretch is painful, burning every inch of the skin around. Your head is buzzing like several crickets are jumping around your skull, throat dry from the way you're screaming. But Lloyd isn't stopping and sliding every inch of his monstrous cock inside your perineum. It feels like an eternity untill he sheathes himself to the hilt, cock buried till every single inch.

Lloyd is in heaven. Nothing he felt in his life is as exquisite as the tight grip of your virgin hole around his cock. Even all the chicks he has fucked before can't compare to the feeling he is relishing right now. Their eager pussies which gave their way for his rutting feels absolutely numb. He is having a hard time to restrain himself from start pounding into that tight heat.

Some minutes have passed since your screams turned into ragged breathes. Slowly, the cock inside resting inside you makes room for itself. Your inner walls widening to accomodate his garth. “I'm gonna move now, baby. Try to relax for daddy, hm?” Lloyd said as he pressed his palms either side of your head. Without waiting for your response, he starts to moves. At first he rolls his hips languidly to make more room. Then he starts to pull out untill the crown of his cock is the only thing inside and shoves back in. Your body attempts to jerk back by the power of his thrust but your hands fly up to surround his neck immediately to avoid it. Wrecked sounds seem the only thing your vocal cord can emit.

With wild abandon, Lloyd finally starts to fuck into your body. From slowly inserting inside to slamming back and forth furiously. Your breathy raw sounds are like music to his ears which only rekindling his vigor. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like having your daddy's fat cock inside you?” he asks you as he sets a steady rhythm. The only response he gets is another lengthy moan. “Yeah I know you like it. Your greedy little boypussy is hungry for it. Hungry for everything Daddy's going to give it. Do you know what it wants, baby boy?”

You surprise yourself by shaking your head, although you can't blame yourself when you are being fucked within an inch of your life. “Your pussy wants to be owned. It' hungry for daddy's cum, it wants to be stuffed so full of daddy's thick cum untill it can't take anymore” he says those words like he's stating some facts. It's extremely filthy yet does't fail to make your body heat up even more. The movement of his hips gets even faster. Then he grips the headrest of the bed with both hands, practically hovering above you and starts to pound relentlessly. The whole —fucking massive— bed is literally shaking by the force of his thrusts, leaving you dumbstruck by the sheer power the man holds and you can't help but arch up from the bed and whine louder.

When his hands return to your hips, your eyes roams over his face. Thick veins popping up from everywhere, his forehead, neck. Nose flaring like a beast, eyes rolled back in pleasure. His biceps and forearms are also bulging with protruding veins. And then suddenly, he slows down his thrusts. You don't get the time to contemplate before he flips you over onto your stomach, pulls your ass up into the air and one hand pressing onto your shoulder to keep your chest firmly pressed into the sheets. Now you're fully exposed to him, ready to be taken from behind— this realization should be for your utter shame not arousing.

“Fuck! That's a beauty” Lloyd groans as he slaps his cock several times on your cheeks and spits on your hole before shoving back inside in one go. But this time, due to change of angles, his cock brushes that exact sweet spot inside you. Your eyes immediately roll back from the sheer pleasure rippled through your body. Your clench the sheets so tightly you can see your knuckles turning white under your chin, along with a moan that evaporated all your vocal abilities.

Lloyd, encouraged by your euphoric moans starts to hit that spot repeatedly, mentally patting himself on the back to find your prostate without much effort. It's surely drawing out all kinds of sounds that are evident of your ecstasy. “Yes, just like that, baby. Daddy wants to hear more” he encourages. If it wasn't for the jack off earlier in the shower this morning, Lloyd knows that he would've come by now. His cock is being stimulated in the most delicious way possible. Along with the most exotic picture you're making right in front of his eyes.

The onslaught of sensations is making you dizzy. The bigger man hasn't relented his merciless pounding, which is ensuring his cock to hit your g-spot in precision. The drag of his heavy cock along your velvety walls making you both see stars. Lewd sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other occupy the room. Slowing down his movements abruptly, Lloyd snakes his arm around your chest and draws you up towards him. Back flushed with his chest, he once again starts to move his hips. In and out, in and out, in and out, it's like his body moving on it's own accord that somehow prompts you to push back in return. Meeting his thrusts halfway, it's near contagious. He's panting on your neck, breath hot and wet against your tender skin where he sucked upon not long ago.

Lloyd's one hand grips your hip, another one snaked around your neck, choking your lungs system momentarily. His biceps bulging under your chin obscenely. Skin gleaming with sheen of perseparation. You grip his forearm with both of your palm from one particular thrust he delivers and realize suddenly that the pressure in your lower stomach is palpable! Your belly swells and flattens in time of his thrusts. Eyes wide, you slowly move your another hand down to your stomach and feel the swell. A choked moan ripped through your mouth as you press on his huge cock over your stomach. “Daddy!” you whine loudly. Cock leaking precum and pooling on the sheets.

As if on cue, Lloyd also moves his hand to yiur lower belly and feels the exact pressure. “F-fuck” he curses under his breath and stops his thrust to shove his cock as deep as possible and the press on his palm grows more wider. Halting, he flips you over onto your back and drives his cock in immediately. And sure enough, there's a gentle swell on your flat belly that only his cock able to make. The sight is so captivating and arousing that his cock throbs violently inside you. A sheer possessiveness seizes his mind and soul as red flashes before his eyes. He lowers himself down to your level all the while bucking his hips and growls on your ear, “You know what that means, baby? Hmm? It means you're mine! No one can ever have you like this. You now belong to daddy”

Then he grips his jaw and makes you face him, “Tell me who you belong to” he snarls through gritted teeth. You gulp involuntarily but say nothing. The man looks like a devil, at least a personification of the devil himself. Corrupting everything, your innocence, body and soul. The cock moving inside you taking your sanity from your core. But, these all are objective. For once in your life, you feel owned, wanted and equally important. So when he asks again, “Answer me! Who. You. Belong. To?” the emphasized thrusts only make you to moan out, “You, daddy”

“Good boy” He praises, making you preen in instinct. Then he goes fast, faster, harder. Muscles tensing and relaxing as he pounds deeper. He again starts to kiss and nip your throat. Marking you up entirely. Claiming as his own territory. So that everyone can know that you belong to the infamous—one and only— LLOYD HANSEN. He occassionally taps on the bulge on your lower belly created by his cock, making you arch up from pleasue. He latches his mouth on your nipples and sucks and bites untill they're puffy and raw.

It doesn't take long for you to reach the edge. As he mercilessly rims on your prostate and bucks animalistically. White hot pleasure surge through your nerve system and vision goes blackened as your cock erupts. Scrambling to get hold of something, you grip his biceps and moan as loud as possible. This orgasm is more intense where your body contorts and jerks by the sheer force of it. “Yes, that's it. Let it out baby. Fuck! you're so beautiful. Cum for me” Lloyd groans above you which indicates that he isn't far away either. Mind delirious with aftershock, you just lie there and take it.

And sure after, his thrusts go sloppy. Hips bucking in spasmodic fashion as his big—cum filled— balls draw up. “I'm gonna cum,baby. Shit! You want my cum? Want me to fill you up with my cum, baby?”. Not wanting him to pull out just yet, you nod hurriedly. Satisfied with your reply, Lloyd starts his aimless thrusts. Shoving in balls deep one last time, he starts cumming.

Long, thick spurts of warm cum fill you up from the inside. Soaking up your inner walls. There is so much of it that they're forcing to gush out around Lloyd's cock which is still buried deep. He's all the while biting down on your shoulder to muffle his moans. It's like eternity untill he stops coming. When he's done, he pulls out and watches as the creamy white spunk leaking from your gaping hole.

Lloyd slumps down on the sheet beside you and stare at your wrecked form. Absolutely cum drunk, fucked out, frenzied mess that you are. Without any warning, he pulls you closer to his chest and strokes your cheeks with his thumb. It's an odd gesture of gentleness coming from a man like Lloyd. How can he not be when the most beautiful, pretty and precious boy is beside him. Now that the initial lust has faded (well, mostly for him) he just knows one thing, “You're mine”

Not knowing what to say, you just stare at him and wonder, is life going to be really bad if you decide to be his? The weired sense of possessiveness and protectiveness radiating off of him do nothing to alleviate your confusion. As sleep slowly creeps on your exhausted eyes, your subconscious mind delivers, “I'm yours”

～⁠～⁠～ ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ ～⁠～⁠～

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x male reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x male reader #the gray man au #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen smut #x male reader #male reader insert #first time writing #kinda nervous #regalevansworthfic

[mouschiwrites]

can you please do a Lloyd X Oni reader basically the reader is known as the pacifist/good Oni the reader is known all around Ninjago for how kind and nice she is no one is scared of her even though she a Oni the ninja's wanted to meet the reader when they do they see that the reader is also shy and Lloyd just falls in love with the reader after like a month of knowing the reader Lloyd confesses his feelings for the reader and the reader accept them

YAY another cute request!! Made this one a little longer :]

Word count: 910

Ninjago - Lloyd x Good!Oni Reader

You had big horns. And teeth. And claws almost as long as your fingers. Sometimes your own reflection startled you at night, especially your eyes that glowed in the darkness. There was no denying it; you were scary.

But never have looks been more deceiving. Yes, you had all the horrifying features of an Oni, but you had none of their malice. There was not one molecule in your monstrous body that would ever dream of harming another human being, and everyone in your community knew it.

You used your claws to open packages for people and climb trees to get kites and cats down. You often decorated your horns with colorful ribbons and flower chains, and young children thrilled to add their own decorations to the long, curly appendages. Your sharp teeth were often showcased in a strangely sweet smile, which those who knew you found incredibly endearing. To them you were known as the “Good Oni.”

What an anomaly you were! It was only natural that word spread quickly. And thus your name, or rather your nickname, became known to the elemental masters.

“The Good Oni?” Lloyd cocked his head.

“Yeah! They’re an Oni, but, like, not evil. Look!” Jay turned his phone around to show Lloyd a picture someone posted posing with you and your rainbow-themed decorated horns.

“Huh,” Lloyd stared at the picture. It was peculiar, the way he could stare deep into your eyes and find not a trace of ill-will, and you being an Oni.

“I’ve gotta meet them,” Kai said, scrolling through photos of you on his own phone.

“I’m already DM-ing them,” Nya beamed, “they’re free for coffee tomorrow. Their treat.”

And so it was set; all of the elemental masters would be coming to meet you. 

They all stood in the small hallway, crowded in front of your apartment door. Kai knocked, cringing when he heard a yelp and a thud from inside. He looked back at his companions, who shared the same uncertain look.

Kai was about to knock again when the door flew open. You stood before them all, flustered, a little out of breath, but slightly smiling. “Sorry about that,” you scratched your head awkwardly. “Please, come in,” you invited, holding the door and letting your visitors enter.

Lloyd lingered in the hallway, completely awestruck. From the tips of your flower-adorned horns to your cutesy bunny slippers, you were gorgeous. He felt his heart skip a beat when you blushed, averting his gaze. “Um, hi.”

Even your voice was a work of art; orchestral to his ears. Then, realizing with a pang of guilt that you were blushing because he was staring, he cleared his throat. “Sorry, you’re just… really beautiful.” He surprised himself with his own honesty.

You were surprised too, and your blush spread across your face as you looked at him with wide eyes. But before you could respond, you heard your other guests in your kitchen, and you whisked away to attend to them. Lloyd sighed dreamily, watching you go.

A month came and passed. Since your first meeting, you and Lloyd had arranged several more hangouts, sometimes with the other ninjas, sometimes alone. Besides finding you incredibly interesting, the ninjas also began to genuinely enjoy your company. Consistent with your reputation, you were sweeter than nectar, if not a little shy. It was hard not to want to be around you, especially when you started to come out of your shell.

Lloyd was particularly skilled at getting you to be yourself. You had a sort of affinity for him, though you couldn’t explain it. Perhaps it was the way he looked at you: his full attention on you, maintaining eye contact as he nodded along to whatever you were saying. You could tell that he didn’t see you as a monster—he hardly even seemed to notice your Oni features. Though you didn’t really mind when someone stared at your horns or teeth, it was nice that Lloyd didn’t.

Today you were walking in the park, golden rays of sunshine catching the ripples in the pond. You tried to ignore how the lighting made Lloyd look. Yes, you found him highly attractive, but he was the Green Ninja. Why would he choose you, a shy, small-time do-gooder? You were certain that you weren’t his type at all.

“Y/n,” Lloyd began, sounding a touch anxious, “I want to tell you something.”

“Go ahead,” you responded encouragingly.

He stopped walking, taking your hands in his. The light made his eyes sparkle hypnotizingly, and you felt your heart throb in your chest. You both stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before Lloyd spoke again.

“I like you. I mean, I really like you. You’re just so beautiful; everything you do, everything you are, is… it’s incredible. And that’s why I love you.”

You blinked. Without thinking, you blurted: “I love you too.”

Now it was his turn to blink. A smile spread on his lips, and he squeezed your hands tighter. “Will you go out with me?”

“Yes!”

He laughed jovially, a musical sound to your ears, as he threw his arms around you. You giggled, partly in disbelief, but mostly overcome with joy. You planted a kiss on his cheek, which he returned twofold, one on each of your blushing cheeks. Neither of you could’ve been happier than you were, and you could tell that this happiness would last a long, long time.

Thank you for requesting!! And thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! <3

(divider by saradika)

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[p4r4no1danarchist]

Basically, why it isn't a dream is during the merge, the timeline? Basically, reset itself to balance all the new energy out so when Lloyd stopped the merge, he soft reset the universe. Now he just thinks it's a dream because that's the only logical answer in his head.

(also a song I think works well for this au)

When he finally wakes up, memories of the show and all, he finds himself in the body of a teenager going to a brand-new high school, and now, he's on a mission to find his friends and hope they also have a memory of this. The best part? He has a whole new family, their good but they aren't his family. The only person he recognizes in his "real" family, is their family friend and local weirdo, the madwoman, the myth, the legend, Mystake. And much to Lloyd's shock, and suspicion, she starts to make subtle references to Lloyd's "dream".

For example;

- Using incense Lloyd knows Wu and Garmadon (sensei Garmadon specifically) both used to use in his "dream”.

- Giving Lloyd word for word advice that she would have definitely given Lloyd before if not advice she gave, advice she “heard from somewhere else” that sounds similar to stuff Lloyd heard from Wu

- Giving him tea to help him relax and saying it was a gift from someone Lloyd knows very well

- She knows stuff about Lloyd even before he actually introduces himself to her

- Making small jokes about how Lloyds reflexes should be better than they are currently

- She makes a small remark about how she was sure Lloyd had green eyes, not grey

You get the idea, my point is, Lloyd starts to think Mystake may remember the dream too.

Which gives Lloyd hope he can make his friends remember too. The only problem now?

Lloyd has to find them, which is no easy feat because people know him as the kid who hangs around the local weird person of their town.

The first of the bunch he befriended? Definitely Jay; why? Because Lloyd remembers how he won Jay over the first time, comic books. So, when Jay was reading a starfighter comic book Lloyd walked over and asked him about it.

Jay was nervous of Lloyd at first but soon grew to be great friends with him after that. After that, Jay introduced Lloyd to Cole, Zane, and Pixal. Through already knowing his friends inside and out in his “dream”, he won over each one easily by playing his cards right.

Cole? All it took was showing he was truly a good person and wanted to help people, which was easy to prove when Lloyd kept pushing bullies away from his friends.

Pixal? He took an interest in her robotics club and helped raise money for a fundraiser the robotics club was hosting.

Zane? He kinda just befriended after meeting Pixal and hitting it off because Lloyd knew how to treat Zane like he's a person.

During that fundraiser he grew closer to his “new friends” and started to be happier and hope he may be able to remind them of who they used to be.

He became friends with Nya after defending a few people from some bullies; the head of those bullies though? Kai.

(What? You think I'd make an au without a healthy dose of RGB sibling angst? You were fooled then insert evil cartoon laughter here😈)

Which made Lloyd's heartache seeing one of the kindest people he used to know, bully and mock weaker people. But Lloyd tries to persevere and befriend Kai, to no avail until one day Lloyd sees Kai nearly get caught by a teacher for smoking. And Lloyd, being Lloyd, saves Kai from getting caught, instead taking the blame saying he's the one who was smoking, not Kai. Kai is shocked when Lloyd saves him and starts to try and treat Lloyd like a friend… By trying to get Lloyd to join him and his goons. Lloyd, not wanting to betray his friends, but also wanting to have his big brother back starts to have a hard time balancing both comfortably.

So, what does he do? He tries to balance both anyway of course! Up until he burns out and goes missing for a week, worrying everyone involved until they hear a rumour that he's staying at Mystake’s house. Nya, Cole, Jay, Zane, and Pixal all go to check on Lloyd, but Kai doesn't, he thinks Lloyd is abandoning him for weirdos and has none of that.. Until he gets a bad feeling (he can't tell what he's feeling, but don't worry everyone, it's just his conscience coming back and making him feel guilty.) for not going to see Lloyd, so he begrudgingly goes to see Lloyd.

Meanwhile; Lloyd is just trying to take a break emotionally after not being able to balance his social life very well.

So, seeing all his friends together, and at each other's throats again, he starts to break down in tears, wanting so badly to go back to his “dream”, where at least his friends were happy together as one big family.

He remembers every detail of his “dream” so much so that seeing who he once saw as family, wanting to fight and argue again, hurts him.

Kai sees Lloyd crying first and grimaces, walking over to Lloyd he hugs Lloyd to comfort him, much to everyone's surprise Lloyd hugs back and cries harder.

Everyone stops arguing and goes to comfort Lloyd until he falls asleep from exhaustion in a group hug.

Once asleep Lloyd finds himself in a weird room that looks like it's a part of Wu’s monastery, looking around on the walls he sees paintings of each of his friends' elements, but each painting is covered in tinted glass boxes. Lloyd tries to uncover the paintings but has no luck, making him feel defeated.

So instead, he tries to leave the room, walking over to the door at the end of the hallway, he tries to open it; and to his shock, it works. Walking out of the weird room he finds himself in Wu’s monastery again, the familiar scent of incense leading him down the halls and into Wu’s library.

He sees the incense stick burning but no one's in the room. Walking over Lloyd sees scrolls sprawled out across the dark oak table in a language he used to understand but now seems like gibberish to him.

It makes Lloyd’s heart ache knowing he can't understand Wu's writing anymore.

(Ngl, I feel like Wu just has horrible handwriting for things that only he'll understand, it's to keep the ninja from snooping.)

After a while he leaves Wu's library and finds himself wandering into where Misako and Garmadons bedroom used to be, on the bedside table of Misako's bed, he finds a photo of him and sensei Garmadon during Christmas hanging up lights on a Christmas tree.

Lloyd leaves the room soon after seeing the photo, and with each room he enters after that, the more grief he feels because he misses his family. As he walks around more, he gets frustrated over the life he had 'lived' in his "dream" and how he can't go back to it, how he can't go back to his family and friends.

#sensei garmadon #lego ninjago #ninjago au #lego ninjago au #ninjago #sensei wu #kai jiang #ninjago dragons rising #lloyd garmadon #lloyd needs therapy #if lloyd was the first ninja and he found the others on accident #high school #the lego ninjago movie #ninjago nya #nya jiang #zane julien #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #ninjago jay #jay walker #kai ninjago #ninjago mystake #angst with a happy ending #Spotify

[georgiapeach30513]

You Were the One, Part 15

Summary:  Lloyd cannot wait

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings:  mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

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Your fingers run through his hair without even opening your eyes. He was always waking you up with his sweet little conversations with his daughter. Leaning over your body, while his face hovers over your bump. You don’t have to open your eyes to know he had the biggest grin planted on his face.

Had things been under different circumstances, Lloyd would have been shouting out to the world that he was having a daughter. But you liked it this way. This house was literally your bubble away from the world. Secluded enough from a small sleepy town, but with complete privacy.

“My little Pixie Dust, are you about ready to make your big debut? I am waiting patiently, but honestly, my patience is running thin. You and your mother are the only ones I wait for. I’m sure there will be a brother or two, hopefully some sisters that I’ll wait on, but this is new to me, and I don’t like it. Just come on out.”

He leans back far enough to see your belly stretch and roll around with her. He brings up his forefinger to trace her movements, “Now just keep it moving, and pop on out. I’m ready to meet you.”

You press your hand up against Lloyd’s cheek, and he leans into it. Giving you a dopey smile, still refusing to open your eyes. You felt like you were living in a dream. “Ferryn Lilibeth Hansen, I demand that you come out and meet your daddy.”

“Oh,” you cup your belly when she gives you a hard kick. She was always so responsive to his voice.

“Any contractions?”

“No, babe,” finally opening your eyes, you give Lloyd a sleepy smile, and he leans over you, peppering kisses against your lips.

“Our daughter is bullying me.”

“She’s being stubborn like her father.”

“You take that back. I am not stubborn,” Lloyd gives you a dramatic pout, puckering out his lower lip, and you giggle. Things still felt like a dream with him. You knew that he might not always get to be with you, but these moments, you cherished above all else.

“No, he’s just a spoiled brat.”

“Why you little,” his fingers move over your body, giving you little tickles. Before blowing a big raspberry on your belly. Grabbing at your stomach you wince slightly, and Lloyd smiles up at you. “She’s getting into position. Ferryn, you come out there right this instant. Ferryn?” his mouth presses right up against your belly, and you laugh at him. “Ferryn Hansen, come out right now.”

“She’ll come out when she’s ready.”

“Do not be like your mother and arrive late everywhere. Just come on out, I’m ready for you.”

“Lloyd,” you whisper, and he looks up at you. His blue eyes shining in the morning light. It was hard to believe that this was your life. There was a calmness here. A completion. “I love you.”

“I love you, Honey. But I’ll admit, I’m a bit upset with this little girl. I want to hold her.”

“When she’s ready.”

“And I hold her first. You’ve held her in your stomach all this time. I get first dibs. Besides we know I’m going to be the favorite,” you give him a playful smack shaking your head, “Yes, yes. She is going to be the biggest daddy’s girl you ever did see. You just wait. Aren’t you my girl? See!” he smiles when she kicks under his hand. “She agreed with me.”

“Are you scared?”

Lloyd calmly shakes his head coming up closer to you. “No, because you’re her mother. We’ve got this.”

“And after a year, you’ve gotta go back?”

“If you really don’t want me to go back, I won’t. I just would like to secure our future.”

“And you’ll keep Six off your radar?” he takes a calming exhale looking at you. There was no jealousy, but he always questioned you whenever Six was brought up. “He has a hatred for you now. Even Nat said it. I don’t need to know that a Sierra agent was hunting my husband. You always come back to me, and her. Do you understand? If I hear about you doing stupid shit…”

“Hey, you stop with that vulgar language. And I promise, I won’t do stupid shit, and I’ll stay out of Six’s radar. I won’t say his name. No jobs that involve a Sierra agent. Promise.”

“Good, Ferryn, your daddy made us promises, and he always keeps them.”

“Lloyd,” you gasp, waking up from a deep sleep, “Lloyd!”

“Shh, you’re fine, breathe.”

“Don’t tell me to breathe, your daughter is, ugh,” stopping your speech when a contraction tightens your body up. Baring down your teeth until the pain subsides, and Lloyd understands.

“Okay, let’s go. We’ll grab the bag on the way out. We’re okay, you’re okay. You wanted this baby just as much as me, so we’re good. But, Honey,” everything in the house stops as he takes you in during this moment. His eyes looking you up down with the softest smile on his face. Not even caring that his hair isn’t fixed, or that he’s wearing lounge clothes, but having this moment of just looking at you. “I love you.”

“Yep, I love you, but I’m in pain. Let’s go.”

“Here I was trying to have a sweet tender moment, and you were…it’s rude. That’s what it is.”

“Lloyd! Lloyd go. You don’t want me to have your daughter in the car.”

“Okay, let’s go. Sweet moments later.”

“Shh, Pixie Dust,” Lloyd coos down at his daughter, while she makes squeaky noises in his arms. Struggling to keep her eyes open to look up at him, and her hand twists around in search of something to hold.

“I know, but mama is asleep. You let her rest. No, I know, I know. Sometimes you want her to hold you, but while she’s sleeping and you’re not hungry, let me hold you. Don’t make that face,” his voice darkens as he looks over Ferryn’s disgruntled face. “No no no. I have only got to hold you for an hour. Sweetheart, don’t you do it,” she lets out a few strangled whines, before starting to cry. “This isn’t fair. You quit that. She’s sleeping.”

“Lloyd, give me the baby,” giggling as you sit up, and that pouting man walks her over to you. “Is daddy being mean to his Ferry girl?”

“Hey, don’t you turn her against me. And it’s Pixie Dust,” the moment he hands her to you, he’s crawling into the bed beside his family. “You just wait, when you’re not her only source of food, she won’t ever go to you. Never never.”

When Ferryn latches on, you lean over onto Lloyd’s shoulder, closing your eyes yet again, but he stays looking at her. Random glances at you, and it is just the perfect warm and comfy place to be. “When she falls asleep do I get to hold her?”

“Of course,” you sleepily answer him. “Maybe don’t talk so much, and she won’t wake up.”

“Pfft, our baby is going to have the best vocabulary, because I’m going to talk to her all the time,” you just hum in answer. Snuggling more into him, “Honey, when do we get to do this again?”

“Lloyd, she’s a month old. You better hush your mouth.”

“Okay, so like in another year or two?”

“Lloyd!”

“Fine, but if I have to wait longer than three years, we’re gonna have a problem,” you remove your now sleeping baby off of you, handing Ferryn to her daddy who just can’t get enough of her.

“And what exactly are you gonna do to me? Spank me?”

“Oh,” he chuckles, his lips going to press a hard kiss on her forehead, “Believe me, I’ll be doing so much worse than that. I’ll have you begging me to breed you. You just watch.”

“Can you make the next one a boy?”

“If I don’t, we’ll just have to try again. And again. And again.”

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[ominousvibez]

So I originally published this post a little bit ago about how important it felt to me that Arin should remain without an element in Dragons Rising, because it would be such an interesting character arc to explore. But I also published that super late at night and it was more a train of thought, not something fully written, but I want to expand on this more.

Arin should not have an element, and here’s why.

(Runtime: 3:29:09) (JK I’ve just been watching hbomberguy vids for the last week)

When we’re first introduced to Arin as a character, he’s shown to be a huge ninja fan. He carried around Lloyd’s mask for God knows how long, too afraid to wash it in fear of damaging it. He wears it as a mask, too, when he tries to be just like the heroes he looks up to (which is a lil’ gross buddy). He propped the ninja up as these great heroes, and his optimism generally bounced nicely off Sora’s more pessimistic view of the world.

Arin grew up with the stories of the ninja, so it makes sense that he would try to emulate his heroes. And when he meets Lloyd, and starts training to be a ninja, well, it’s kinda his dream come true.

Other people have compared Arin’s character to that of a longtime Ninjago Fan IRL, too. He knows the lore, he knows the stories, he knows about the ninja. Sora, on the other hand, is the opposite, and a good representation of the new fans in the audience. She didn’t know these brightly color-coded ninjas existed until the Merge, after she ran away from everything she knew in Imperium, and she’s just trying to survive with her silly bestie Arin.

But then, Sora unlocks her elemental ability over technology—a new elemental ability, unlike anything seen before in Ninjago—and the story really begins.

Throughout the first season, it focuses a lot on Sora’s struggle with mastering her new abilities. At first she thinks it’s something that only their dragon baby Riyu can activate with her, but then starts to think that all her efforts lead to suffering, before finally coming full-circle and accepting them as her own, eventually unlocking her true potential in the climax of the second half of Season 1. BendoBricks on Youtube has a much better breakdown of her character arc, which I’d really recommend, cause I’m not here to focus on her.

No, I want to focus on Arin.

Arin—the long-time Ninjago fan’s self-insert baby boy who I would gladly kill for—is a great character, and despite being the POV character at the beginning of the first season, does fall to the wayside a bit when focus goes onto Sora and her character arc. Which is fine, don’t get me wrong—because Arin falling a bit to the side feels like it’s being done on purpose.

Imagine this. You’re a fan of this group of superheroes in your world, and you spend your days wishing you’d be like them. Or maybe you’d daydream about your parents selling you to these superheroes, or something. And something really bad happens, the world completely changes, and then you’re on your own, and those superheroes vanished.

You make friends in this new world, and you share these stories with your new friends! It’s great. And then one of those heroes comes back, and wants to train you and your friend to be heroes, too, as your friend has a superpower. Doesn’t that sound absolutely amazing!

You’re a prodigy, too—you’ve trained and taught yourself the techniques these heroes used, and they’re all impressed. But your friend has a superpower.

And you don’t.

This is the situation Arin is in. Everyone around him has an elemental ability. Sora, Riyu, Lloyd, Kai, Nya, Zane—everyone he basically associates with daily has this amazing power (or is a cute lil’ dragon). And he doesn’t have anything. Even though he’s taught himself how to use Spinjitzu, and has managed to unlock a technique where he can transfer that spinning energy to an item, he doesn’t technically have an elemental ability. It’s less impressive compared to other characters, especially the ninja, who have known Spinjitzu for like thirteen years. It’s impressive he’s learned it on his own, unlocked the key for it by himself, but in comparison, he doesn’t have a lot to set him apart from the other ninja other than the fact that he doesn’t have an element.

In my opinion, this would be a much more interesting route for them to take his character. Staying without an element.

Of course, it could later be found out that Arin’s a new elemental master of, like, momentum, or something like that, to explain how he picked up Spinjitzu so quickly and can transfer it to objects, but I think that would be the lazy way out.

Arin’s character acts as an amazing foil to Sora through Season 1. He’s a ninja fanboy, she kinda doesn’t care. He’s energetic, optimistic. She’s cautious and a bit pessimistic. Arin later gains oni-like horns on his ninja gi, and Sora is associated heavily with dragons (which I’ve heard is quite a duality in the lore, idk I haven’t seen the later seasons yet).

Sora is an elemental master, and Arin… isn’t.

Bits of a new character arc can be seen through S1 for Arin. In the last few episodes of the series, while Sora masters her element, Arin withdraws a bit from it all. In Episode 10, following the first battle in Imperium, he sits by himself, away from the others, and dejectedly tells Lloyd, “If you have all of them, you don’t need me anymore”, before it cuts to not just Kai, Zane, and Nya; but also, Sora and Riyu. Their conversation was less about Arin’s lack of an elemental ability, and more of Arin’s fear of losing others; they have a similar conversation in episode 20, where Arin laments his object Spinjitzu only being accessible when he’s literally scared to shit and how frustrating it is, and Lloyd comments on how all of the ninja had moments when they were scared, but they acted through the fear.

I feel like both of those scenes happening in the mid-season and season finale happen interestingly. For once, they center Arin by himself; he’s sitting aside by the wall, messing with a shuriken in ep 10, and he’s throwing the shuriken and trying to activate his object Spinjitzu in ep 20; but they both put him on the sidelines, away from others.

(Okay I know in ep 20 Sora is also by herself with her mech, but Arin is still aside, so my point still stands.)

The opportunity of a character like Arin not ever developing an elemental ability like the other ninja feels like something almost too good to waste. Before Nya became the Water Ninja (and when she was actually allowed to be a character and not just The Girl), Nya had interesting moments, such as developing Samurai X as a way to be a part of the team without actually being a ninja.

I think the ideal character arc for Arin would work similarly to Sora’s, but flipped, if that makes sense. Perhaps having him attempt to unlock an elemental ability, running out of luck with everything, and getting frustrated at his lack of worth, despite his skills with Spinjitzu, would be an interesting way to go for his character. Eventually he would learn that he doesn’t need to have a cool elemental ability to be a ninja; he’s just fine as he is. And maybe that can be what’s holding him back from truly developing his object Spinjitzu is that fear that he’s not worthy enough to be a ninja. He turns his lack of elemental power into his strength.

The DR writers have a cool arc they could give him, and I think they ought to go for it. I’m sure more about Arin will be revealed in S2, and he’ll have his character arc then. I just hope that the writers don’t take the easy way out, and give Arin a much more interesting character arc than the same “omg I have an elemental ability I gotta learn” that Ninjago has done multiple times already.

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dr #arin ninjago #ninjago arin #analysis #ninjago analysis #i just really love him okay. #i will protect him i want to see him grow healthy #i want to tell my friends and family about him #i hope this makes more sense than my first post L M A O #ominouswrites

[black-arcana]

MARKO HIETALA Doesn't Rule Out Starting New Band With TARJA TURUNEN

In a new interview with El Planeta Del Rock, Marko "Marco" Hietala, who is currently on the road in South America as part of the "Living The Dream – The Hits Tour 2024" with his former NIGHTWISH bandmate Tarja Turunen, was asked if there is any chance of the two musicians launching a new project together. He responded (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "I won't close that option off. We haven't talked about it, putting up a group together or anything like that. But at the moment, it seems that we've got a different kind of connection than it was [in the] past. Because then the camps were really divided already when I stepped into [NIGHTWISH]. And it was hard to find the truth of things, because a lot of it was like a managerial turf war where we got told certain things by one side and told certain things by the other side and lots of confusion — blah, blah, blah — and in the end, yeah, what we already realized a few years back when we were all together there doing the Christmas shows in Finland that after all the hassle has died and the noise has died and everything, you still find out that you lost a friend. And that was the main [reason] why we are basically doing this together again."

In a recent interview with Thiago Rahal Mauro of Brazil's Metal Musikast, Tarja spoke about what it was like to team up with Marko to perform a cover of "The Phantom Of The Opera" during their special open-air concert in July 2023 at Z7 Summer Nights in Pratteln, Switzerland. Tarja and Marko both played individual sets at the event, with their rendition of the main theme from Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical coming during Turunen's portion of the show.

"I got a call from a promoter to take part in one festival in Switzerland last year in a European summertime in July," Tarja said. "And then I got to know, when I had accepted to be the artist of the evening, then I saw that they had also invited Marko and Marko's band to perform in the same festival. So I thought, 'Hmm.' And I was actually sending a message that I wished to reach Marko, because I didn't have his contact any longer, to ask him to perform with me 'The Phantom Of The Opera' in my show. And he responded 'yes.' So, after 18 years [laughs], we were about to sing the song together. And it was super exciting. It was really beautiful. The people got very emotional about this.

"We had met already before — we had been singing on a few occasions in Finland a few years before — so we kind of cleaned the table on that occasion already," she explained. "So we were in good terms, so to say, but now singing 'The Phantom Of The Opera' together after all these years was amazing. So we did it twice, actually — we did it in Switzerland and then in Finland. And now we are going to do it — that and a lot more [laughs] — there in Brazil [during our upcoming joint tour]."

Tarja also elaborated on her friendship with Marko, saying: "It's a new relationship with him, because he's not the same person anymore than he was in the band. He has changed a lot, and many years have passed by. I've changed myself. Life has changed us. So it is a new relationship, let's say. And it had made me very happy to get to know him better after all these years."

Last November, Tarja admitted to Chaoszine that she was "nervous" before performing "The Phantom Of The Opera" with Marko at Z7 Summer Nights. "I believe that he was nervous as well to meet up with me, but we were both very excited to go back to the stage and to sing the song," she said. "We sang 'Phantom Of The Opera' in Switzerland for the first time. Then we went over to Finland to perform it again, did a show together there — he with his band and me with my own. Wow. It was pure emotion. I think it was really beautiful, but it made me kind of… I was, like, 'I'm in peace,' sort of. The feeling was great. I think it was even more for Marko, because I saw him standing there after my concert, when I finished my set, and he came like almost in tears, saying that this was important. We reconnected, and it's great. Now I'm really looking forward to have this tour [with Marko] in South America in March [2024], and I'm sure you will see something else happening also. Yeah, you'll hear."

Turunen was fired from NIGHTWISH at the end of the band's 2005 tour by being presented with an open letter which was published on the NIGHTWISH web site at the same time. In the letter, the other members of NIGHTWISH wrote: "To you, unfortunately, business, money, and things that have nothing to do with emotions have become much more important."

NIGHTWISH keyboardist and main songwriter Tuomas Holopainen later called the decision to part ways with Turunen "the most difficult thing I ever had to do." For her part, Tarja said the way she was kicked out of the group proved that her former bandmates were not her friends. "Maybe one day I'll forgive, but I will never forget," she said.

In 2019, Turunen dismissed Internet chatter about her possible return to NIGHTWISH after her December 2017 onstage reunion with the band's then-bassist/vocalist Hietala during a "Raskasta Joulua" concert in Hämeenlinna, Finland.

"I know a lot of fans would love to see something happen, but it's a very long distance away," she told Kerrang! magazine. "Personally, I don't see anything happening with me and them, to be perfectly honest. Marko came a little later into the band; he wasn't there since the beginning. He was always a guy I was close to. Me and Tuomas Holopainen, however, haven't seen each other in a long time… but we have been in touch. It's not bad. The past is what it is; we can't change that. We can only change the future."

NIGHTWISH's authorized biography, "Once Upon a Nightwish: The Official Biography 1996-2006", was published in Finnish in 2006 and in English three years later.

Turunen's husband, Marcelo Cabuli, and his business partners later sued the parties behind the book for defamation. Named in the lawsuit were the publishing house Like Kustannus Oy and the author of the book, Marko "Mape" Ollila. Cabuli and his Brazilian business partners argued that the book includes false accusations and insinuations that have caused them suffering and financial problems.

The book blamed Cabuli for the events leading up to Turunen's dramatic expulsion from the band in late 2005.

In 2011, the Helsinki District Court dismissed Cabuli's lawsuit, ruling that the book — which criticized Cabuli on only a few of its 380 pages — did not detrimentally affect his work or reputation in South America. In addition, the court determined that Ollila did not maliciously portray Cabuli in a negative light.

Nearly two years ago, Tarja was asked in an interview with Top Link Music manager and concert promoter Paulo Baron and music critic Regis Tadeu if she would consider doing a tour with NIGHTWISH if all of her former bandmates apologized to her about how their split happened and invited her to share the stage with them again. She responded: "It is very, very hypothetical that all what you said will happen, first of all — it's very, very hypothetical.

"I'm living in a world, like we are all living in a world, that things happen without us noticing," she continued. "I mean, I can't really close any doors in that sense; I'm not that kind of person any longer. I learned so many things in this life already. I take them as they are.

"So I don't know. It would be very hypothetically possible," she added. "It would be unlikely to happen."

Hietala announced his departure from NIGHTWISH in January 2021, explaining in a statement that he hadn't "been able to feel validated by this life for a quite a few years now." He has since been replaced by session bassist Jukka Koskinen (WINTERSUN),who made his live debut with NIGHTWISH in May 2021 at the band's two interactive experiences.

In an August 2022 interview with Finland's Chaoszine, Hietala revealed that he went through a dark period in his life, which included depression, insomnia, anxiety and an eventual attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) diagnosis. Speaking about how he eventually came to the realization that exiting NIGHTWISH was the right thing to do, Marko said: "It was a long process. Of course, the COVID year that was there, where I had a lot of time for soul searching, it obviously gave me the last incentive that I need something else, that if I just continue with this I'm just gonna get sicker and sicker. But, of course, it's a process.

"I've been chronic depressive since 2010 [or] 2011, so I've been on a permanent medication ever since," he revealed. "Sometimes you get used to the meds [and] you will need more. We did raise [the dosage] during the years also, but it just didn't work. And now that I started to do… I had psychotherapy for over four years now, and then I also talked to psychiatrists and some doctors and did that also in Spain. Then my psychiatrist here in Finland said that I should do these ADHD neuropsychological tests, which I then did in Spain. And, okay, I got it."

Hietala reiterated that he "had been thinking about" leaving NIGHTWISH "for a while" before making the final decision. "Because I had a lot of weight. And I tend to… With the attention disorder, it tells me that when there are lots of trouble, then the disorder makes it into a real chaos," he explained. "There's a shitload of stuff coming and going and no peace anywhere. And for a year or two, I was already waking up every night at three o'clock to bad dreams and anxiety. So I'd say that the whole process probably started already with my former divorce [in 2016]. That was a very sad time when you think about your kids and your broken homes and all that. And then, when I started to get clear from that, then there were, well, all kinds of things. I don't really wanna go any deeper to what kind of things I'd gone through, but I'd gone through enough."

Acknowledging that making NIGHTWISH's latest studio album, 2020's "Human. :II: Nature.", was a "difficult" experience for him, Marko denied that his mental state at the time resulted in a diminished role for him on the final LP. "I think the original idea was to have that… we'll do a couple of [solo vocal appearances], or one solo for me and Troy [Donockley], and the rest Floor [Jansen], and then the harmonies; that was the idea originally for that," he said. "So I don't know if it affected. I think it was sort of as planned. But at that time I already had serious trouble with concentrating and serious trouble with a constant black cloud over my head."

In July 2022, Hietala told Finland's Iltalehti that he had not kept in touch with NIGHTWISH since his departure or followed the activities of his former band.

In May 2021, Holopainen said that Hietala's decision to leave NIGHTWISH "came as a bit of a surprise." He told Finland's Kaaos TV: "Marko informed us in December [of 2020 that he was leaving the band]. And even though he has been very open about his state and problems during the past years, it still came as a bit of a surprise for us. So it was a really tough pill to swallow. And for a few days, I was actually quite confident that there's no coming back, that this is it. I remember talking to Emppu [Vuorinen], the guitar player, and we were, like, 'You think this is it?' 'Yeah, I think this is it.' I mean, enough is enough. So much has happened in the past. Something that broke the camel's back, as they say. Then, after some time had passed — a few days — we started to think that it's been such a ride of 25 years, with so many ups also, that this is not the way to end it."

Tuomas elaborated on NIGHTWISH's reasons for carrying on, saying: "I think we still have something to give, and that's the main point. The music is still there. We felt that there's still so much music that needs to come out from this band that, 'Okay, let's give it one more shot.' And then finding the new bass player was really easy."

He added: "It's not like we do this just because we need to do it and there's nothing else to do. On a personal level, I feel that there's still so many stories and melodies that I want to share with the world with one lineup or another, so that's why you want to continue and keep on going.

"I've said this a million times, that a lineup change is the ultimate energy vampire, and that's how it really felt and still feels."

In June 2021, Jansen spoke about Hietala's exit from the band in an episode of her "Storytime" YouTube video series. She said: "That was a very sudden surprise that, of course, was not fun at all. But we understand — I understand — it was a necessary thing for him to do. And from there, we had to think of how to continue without him, and that also, in preparations towards the virtual show, that was a huge challenge."

In December 2020, Hietala was crowned the winner of the fall 2020 season of "Masked Singer Suomi" — the Finnish edition of the popular masked singing contest. He was disguised as Tohtori — the Doctor.

In the summer of 2021, Holopainen said that NIGHTWISH would split up if the band's current singer Floor Jansen ever chose to leave. Holopainen, who formed NIGHTWISH in 1996 with guitarist Emppu Vuorinen and Turunen, made the comment while discussing the departure of Hietala.

Pressed by U.K.'s Metal Hammer magazine about his 2019 statement that NIGHTWISH would disband if another member opted to depart, Tuomas said: "That's how I felt back in 2019, and that's also how I felt when Marko left. I take my words back when it comes to that. But if it would be Floor leaving, that's it, it's the end of NIGHTWISH. Absolutely, 100%."

#marko hietala #tarja turunen #Youtube

[lloydfrontera]

Lloyd goes to return to Suho right? But how many years was it in Korea the equivalent to the years he spent as Lloyd? Like does he still have his apartment if he is gone and couldn't work? Was his body even in Korea when he first became Lloyd? Like was it in a coma and just a shell, but how will he be able to pay when he has no family there? No way is it like an exchange soul since og!Lloyd was still there until KSH!Lloyd helped him

he does yes! but no time passed in korea. he wakes up the morning after he falls asleep reading "The Knight of Blood and Iron" and possesses the body of Lloyd. it's like he was never gone at all.

also. there's a weird implication in ch 401 of tged that the world lloyd and javier traveled to in the trip to seoul arc was,, not the one lloyd comes from?? or that that version of earth was erased when he came back to his own body? because lloyd goes to check the love lock bridge at namsan tower where he and javier took one of the railings and there's absolutely no trace of it. it never happened apparently.

he also checks the novel he was reading and it's completely unchanged. everything he did, all the years he lived, all the people he met,,, not single change was reflected in the novel.

he goes a little insane thinking it was all dream, which,,, yeah. imagine spending entire years of your life in another world and then waking up back in your own reality where there's nothing indicating anything you did was real. i'd go insane.

which is really weird because! SPOILERS FOR THE SEQUEL the scenario you're talking about is exactly what happens to rakiel!! unlike lloyd who comes back to a world where no time passed and nothing changed at all in the years he was gone nor has any sign of his actions in a previous visit, when rakiel comes back to korea he finds out that not only has time continued to pass back in his own world but that his body is comatose and possessed by a very pissed off crown prince!

and to make things even weirder!! lloyd does go back to seoul in the sequel!! he goes with rakiel!!! and he makes no mention of rakiel's korea being a different version of his own!! which makes no sense because!! as some of you may remember from an old rant from way back when!! rakiel gets isekai'd into "demon sword emperor". which is very specifically not set in the "Knight of Blood and Iron" universe and rather takes place in the alternate version of it that was changed by the changes lloyd made!! and to make things even more confusing!! we get confirmation that in rakiel's world TGED does exist but not as a novel or a comic but rather as something you can watch on tv.

so! let's get this straight!!

forgive my reuse of this i didn't really wanna any more effort into this than i had to

we have the original timeline of kobai, which exists as a novel in suho's world. then suho gets isekai'd into that universe but when he comes back to his own world, no time has passed, he wakes in his own unchanged body, none of the changes he makes are reflected on the novel he read, nor do any of his actions as lloyd in the trip to seoul arc. however, in the sequel lee haneun gets isekai'd into dse, which is set in the tged timeline, where lloyd did make a lot of changes to the kobai timeline. and when rakiel travels to his own world, he finds that time has continued to pass and his body is now possessed by og rakiel, plus we get confirmation that tged does exists in some level in his world. AND when rakiel meets lloyd, they travel to seoul together. rakiel's seoul, where tged and dse exist as fictional works, where lloyd is a fictional character.

is that why their transmigration is so different to one another?? because lloyd's is a fictionalized version to rakiel?? because lloyd's timeline (tged and dse) is a work of fiction to rakiel????

but even if that's true we still have one timeline unaccounted for! what happened to the korea lloyd and javier traveled to?? the one where they stole a railing from?? did it just get erased?? is it a different timeline altogether?? does lloyd even know he's a fictional character to rakiel??

forget the fucking romance this is what those stupid ass side-stories should've focused on i don't need sleep i need answers asdsgfdhgf

now. do i think we were ever meant to examine any of this at this level? no, absolutely not this is what autism does to you, no one else cares. however. bk moon is not the boss of me so i can do whatever i want <3 get under the microscope novelboy 🔫

mmh. this wasn't where i thought this ask was gonna go to. sorry nonnie. it will happen again 😔

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #tged spoilers #cpsm #crown prince sells medicine #cpsm spoilers #lloyd frontera #rakiel magentano

[arrieebooks]

Precious Weapon (3)

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle) x Sierra Six

Summary : Six follows her into her normal life. Things go a little wrong, people are still after her as the weapon. They're all forced to stay in her quaint house. One bed trope.

Warnings : Mentions of smut and her painkiller addiction but very vague. Elle being in Lloyd's mind 24/7. Gunshots. Injury. Blood. Gory details. Murder (self defense). Unrealistic healing.

Word count : 21.4k words.

Author's note : So sorry that this took me long. I wasn't really aiming to make this chapter really long, it just happened. But yeah, hope you enjoy it!

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The smell of french toast and chamomile tea spreads all over the penthouse along with the sound of the sizzling raw bacon in the pan. 

She's making breakfast, carefully and quietly. 

It's extremely early. Around 7am.

After last night, she did sleep well but only for a few hours. 

She's awake now so she figured she'd make a nice breakfast for everyone after going to the traditional market to buy some ingredients earlier. 

She knows Six is still asleep and so is Lloyd. She can hear their calm heartbeats, still very much deep in their dreams. 

Six really helped her last night. And she wants to make up for it. He has no idea how much that meant for her. 

He practically got rid of her addiction, just like that. He had made her promise him to stop. And she immediately did. It meant a lot to her that he cared about her and wanted to help her. 

No one has ever treated her like that. 

She's selfless and caring towards everyone in her life — she always notices if something's wrong with them but no one has ever noticed if something was wrong with her. 

Because frankly, she has a lot of issues. Even before the incident. She has had trauma for years that she chooses to ignore instead of trying to heal it. 

She can physically heal quickly but never mentally. She's damaged. Fucked up. But she's good at hiding it well, that's why no one has ever noticed. She's so well kept together. Always lighting up the room, too.

"Shit," she curses out loud as her hand touches the hot pan to check if the bacon's cooked already. "Idiot." she mutters to herself, rubbing her burned hand on her shirt before it quickly heals back again. 

Elle gently scoffs at that. It gets annoying sometimes, because it's a reminder of what she is. She's never asked for this. But yet she has had to learn to live with it, carry it for the rest of her life. All she ever wanted was a normal life with loving parents and a house that's filled with happy memories in it. 

But she knows that she's never going to get that. Or even a normal future with a husband and kids in it. Technically, she can never get pregnant due to the experiment as well. It altered her entire body along with all of her cells. 

Her future and her life was all ruined by science. 

Lloyd steps out of his bedroom and she doesn't even hear his heavy footsteps because she's lost in her thoughts as he yawns loudly while walking in the hallway.

He stalks to the kitchen where he smelled food. "Morning. What are you cooking?" he asks her, not looking at her yet instead his eyes are focused on the pan. 

Her eyes darted to him. He's wearing a black, loose shirt with grey sweatpants. His hair is messy and all ruffled up from sleep, this is the first time she's seeing it like that. He's usually so neat. 

What's with men and grey sweatpants?

Elle smiles widely. "Morning. Bacons, french toast and eggs. How'd you like your eggs?" she asks. 

Lloyd frowns confusedly. "Thought you didn't want to cook for us. You said that you weren't a housewife, last night " he reminds her. 

She snorts. "Last night was a different me. I'm feeling…happier this morning." 

He finally meets her eyes and squints his. "Hm. Why? No one just gets happy overnight." 

Elle casually shrugs her shoulders. "I just am. Anyway, how'd you like your eggs or do you not want my cooking?" she asks again.

"Well, is there a restaurant nearby that serves American breakfast?" he asks.

Elle shakes her head. "Nope. Probably in the center of Jakarta, though. But that's like two hours from here. Plus, you wouldn't be able to enjoy your food peacefully with the local girls staring at you like a piece of meat." she remarks.

Lloyd lets out a soft chuckle. "Agreeable." he says. "Well, I prefer my eggs scrambled, Sunshine." 

Her lips tug into a smile. "Coming right up." 

He nods, stepping away from her to give her space as he walks to kitchen island, hopping on one of the chairs while he watches her crack some eggs into the pan. 

"You don't have to cook us breakfast every morning, you know. This isn't a…" Lloyd tries to find the right words but couldn't find them. "This is just a work partnership, we're not a big happy family." 

Elle sighs. "If you wanted this to be more professional, then I could've just stayed in my house and not live here with the both of you." she says, scrambling the eggs on the pan carefully. 

He scoffs softly. "Yeah, I think Six would beg to differ. He seems to like you. And that's saying a lot for the infamous Sierra Six." Lloyd remarks.

She shakes her head. "We're just a lot alike. We're close but not too close to interfere on missions. He and I would still be focused on the main priority. In fact, I think we'd work well together on missions." 

"You haven't seen how he…fights." He grimaces a little while saying it. He remembers seeing one of his works a while ago.

He wanted to use the word kill. But he doesn't want to scare her, yet. Not the time yet. She doesn't even know what she's getting herself into. Lloyd doesn't even know where to begin. He needs to go slow on her and he knows that but he has a feeling that she could take it. 

She could take it. Or not. 

"I'm not scared, Lloyd. By either of you. I'm all in." she states, in a forced tone. 

Lloyd scoffs loudly, making her turn around to him. 

"You've seen nothing yet, sweetheart." 

She rolls her eyes, turning off the stove behind her with her mind. "Then, test me." 

He frowns. "What, like a fake mission?" 

"No, a real one. But I'll be just behind you. Both of you. I won't flinch." she responds.

"No. You need training first. At least a week of it. We need to see how fast your reflexes are and other shit. Run a few tests on you." Lloyd says, dryly.

Elle nods. "Right. Then, after that?" 

"We don't have time for fake missions or whatever you want. It's not how this works." he sternly says.

She steps closer until she softly hits the counter and his gaze catches up to hers. They'd be closer if it wasn't for the kitchen island between them.

"Teach me. I'll be a good student." she softly says with her eyes pleading at him. 

Oh. 

That shouldn't make him feel some sort of way but somehow, it does. It's just the way she says it so innocently. She's so naive. A small part of him wants to ruin her and her innocence. He'll take her and accept how she is — innocent or ruined. 

Lloyd hums casually in response, completely ignoring the bulge in his pants that is starting to grow. "I need to shower."

Elle tilts her head to the side in confusion. "What about your breakfast? It's all ready." 

He hops off the chair, avoiding eye contact. "I think it's better if we wait for Six to wake up first."

"You just said you don't want us to be a big happy family and having breakfast all together is the complete opposite." she remarks. 

"No. I just don't want us to eat breakfast alone." Lloyd flatly says, walking away as she scoffs.

"Right. Because it'd be so unprofessional." 

"Yeah. You're right, Sunshine." He flashes her a smug grin, his teeth all white and shiny as the morning sun spilling from the window highlights his blue eyes and she has to stop herself from starting to find him just a little attractive. 

Stop. He's not. 

It was in vain to keep telling herself that he wasn't when two days ago, they were all over each other in that bar. He had his fingers inside her. His mouth was on hers. She let him do all that because he was really that fucking sexy. She couldn't deny it earlier and especially now.

She scoffs again before he walks away from her and she hears his footsteps slowly retreat from the hallway to his bedroom and then the sound of his door closed gently. 

Elle continues on cooking, focusing on Six's sounds in his room instead. She hears him getting up from the bed and then his heavy footsteps walking toward somewhere. 

She smiles at that. She's been waiting for him to be awake but didn't want to wake him up either. 

She heard his shower turn on and then she had to busy herself making herself eggs, trying to not visualize him getting naked even though she could clearly hear the noises of him taking off his clothes.

It was dark last night. She didn't exactly see anything clearly but she could hear and feel everything in detail. She has heightened senses, of course she could feel anything without even having to see.

Which makes her good for combat. Though, she could sense that Lloyd was a little skeptical of her. He must think that she's not powerful or strong enough to do this shit or maybe it's because of her age. Not that he even knows her age yet anyway but he has assumed at least how old she is. 

The problem is she looks too young for her real age. She looks 19 or 20 at best. She looks ten years younger than she really is. No one has ever guessed her age right. 

Everyone in her town knows her as twenty four years old. And her birth certificate says it too. All of her friends who went to the same school as her are the same age. 

She spent five years of her childhood inside that lab, being a test subject. And for those five years, she didn't exist to the world. She was just a number. When she came out, she looked the exact same when she left. She barely remembers what happened there, which she's thankful for. 

I was a fucking lab rat. 

"Morning. Looks like someone slept well last night." Six appears in the kitchen, examining her. 

She's wearing pink cotton shorts and a chill white tee shirt with pink printed writing on it. It's her house clothes. Lloyd's people brought literally all of her clothes last night. 

Elle startles, turning to him. "Hey, uh, that was a quick shower." She smiles shyly. 

He looks at her confused and a light chuckle leaves his lips. "You heard me." 

She's blushing now. Her cheeks are red. Her lips are stretching into a smile that shows her cute little dimples. "No, I was making eggs. But yeah, kind of." she admits. 

Six's lips curve into a genuine, soft smile and steps closer, pulling her by the waist as she giggles softly while he watches her, amused and their bodies pressed against each other. Their eyes stare into each other as he's communicating to her with his eyes and she doesn't even have to read his mind to know what he's saying to her. 

I don't mind. You could hear me shower anytime you want. I mean it. 

"You're cute when you're flustered." Six quietly remarks.

"I can't be flustered all the time." she replies almost immediately.

"We're not on a mission, Elle," he reminds her. 

She nods. "I know. But it's just that, soon enough, we will be. Lloyd just told me I'd need a week of training and then after that, missions." 

"Does the training start today?" he asks.

"This afternoon, maybe. It's a Monday today and I've got a few errands to run. I need to go back to my house, feed my dogs, clean the house and go meet my best friend for lunch. Oh also, we need to get some groceries for the fridge." Elle tells him in detail. 

Six frowns and then nods. "Sorry. I forgot that you had a…" he trails off, not wanting to say the wrong words. 

She raises her brows. "A life? Yeah, but I know I have to ditch it somehow when we'll be on missions. But I'll figure it out." she says. 

He tucks a hair under her ear. "You don't have to ditch it, Elle. It's good that you have a life here and I don't want you to throw it all away just because of us." 

"I wanted this. You know I did." she says.

"Yeah, but—" Six gets cut off as they hear Lloyd's door open and she immediately retreats from him, going back to cooking.

Six steps away from her and walks to the kitchen island, taking a seat there. 

Lloyd walks to them and sees Six. "Hey, finally you're awake. Now we could all have breakfast and then talk about our plans. First, I need to renovate that gym. It's old and fucking dusty. I'm going to buy some new equipment for it. Actually, a lot of them. We're going to use that room for training." he says while taking a seat beside him.

Elle nods, turning to them with three empty plates in her hands as she places them down on the counter. "So, where's the gym? Downstairs?" she questions.

He frowns. "No, of course not. Why would I ever share a gym with anyone? It's right here. Back there, behind us. There's a narrow hallway and those are all the extra rooms we got." Lloyd answers. 

She nods again, taking two pans of the breakfast as she pours it on each of their plates. Scrambled eggs, bacon and french toast all in one huge plate. It's all so greasy and oily but it's a classic American breakfast. It's authentic. Her father taught her how to make this when she turned 14 and when she learnt how to cook for the first time. 

"This is a classic, Elle. Americans love their greasy fuckin' breakfast." Her dad tells her with his thick American accent while sitting in front of the food they both just made together as she smiles and giggles happily, nodding her head at him.

She brushes off the flashback in her head. She hates him. She never hated him back then because he was her loving dad. The same loving dad who would cook her good food in the morning and then proceed to do experiments on her body at night with her mom. She was never their daughter. She was just a science experiment for them.

"Elle? You okay?" Lloyd asks, furrowing his brows as he sees her blanked out and Six glances at her too.

Her eyes are looking down on the floor with both of the pans still in her hands, her mind clearly being somewhere else but here.

She looks back at him. "Yeah. I'm good. So, you're gonna do some shopping, then? I have a few errands to run today too." She quickly places the pans down back on the stove and walks to them. 

He frowns. "What errands?"

"Some errands." she responds, taking a seat next to Six on the kitchen island.

"Elle. What kind of errands?" Lloyd asks again in a warning tone. 

She rolls her eyes. "I need to go to my house and meet my best friend. I usually meet her every day for lunch in the hospital she's working in. Plus, I had my phone on silent yesterday and today so she must've been worried about me now. I don't want her to go and file a missing persons case or something. Not that it'd work in this country."

Six chuckles quietly. Lloyd snorts. She is right. They know how fucked up the system is here.

"Fine. But go with Six. Can't let anything happen to our weapon." Lloyd orders sternly.

Elle nods, taking a bite of her french toast as she hums in approval. "Yeah, okay." she mumbles softly.

Six nods too, slightly content that he's going to be spending the day with her and not shopping with Lloyd all day. He already knows it's going to be a nightmare with him. He's going to complain about every single inch of the store when things don't go his way and it usually doesn't. He'd rather not deal with that today. 

She smiles, excited to show him her normal, boring life. She knows he's not used to normal or mundane. That's why she wants to show him that it's still possible to have one, outside of everything — the CIA, all the murder, torture and pain in his life. 

"Well today's going to be eventful. Update me if anything goes wrong." Lloyd declares and both of them nod in sync again. 

"Sure thing." she casually says, taking a bite of her bacon. 

Nothing's going to go wrong. 

***

The auto door slides open as Six and Elle enter the building of the hospital, walking side-by-side each other through the lobby.

It's around lunchtime. They're dressed decent already. People are staring like crazy. The hot weather is sweating Six but she's used to it already. 

She's wearing denim jeans and a pink top with packed food in her hands that she stopped by for earlier. It's her best friend's favorite food. 

"You know, it was probably not a good idea to bring you here. They're all staring." Elle casually points out, bitterly. 

She has always hated the fact that the locals in this city have always treated white people like they're famous people. They tend to glorify them a lot to the point where she's just annoyed by it because they bother them a lot. 

And especially, she hates the girls here who hunt white guys like they're a fucking animal to be preyed on. They're just normal human beings. 

Six chuckles. "It's fine. I'm fine with it. It's normal to stare." he says, leaning to her ear.

Elle scoffs. "No, it's not. Not when they're literally gawking at you like you're fucking Ryan Gosling or something. You're just a white dude, minding your own business. They act like it's such a big deal or something." she remarks. 

Six quietly snorts, following her steps as she turns left to the elevators and presses a button to go upstairs and they stand in front of it, waiting for it to open. 

"It sounds like you're sick of it." he noticed.

Elle glances at him and nods. "I am. I've had to deal with it my whole life. With my dad and me." 

He frowns. "What about others? Did you have other white people in your life? I mean, Americans or others. I don't know, I've seen a lot back in that bar." Six comments.

She shakes her head. "No, I've never met anyone American or like me. I was surprised when I saw that many foreigners in one place, in that bar. I guess because that was just a different part of Jakarta. And we're in the West now, where not a lot of them hang out here." Elle tells him, as a matter of fact. 

He nods. "So, Lloyd and I are like what, the first white guys you've ever been with?" Six tries to make a joke.

She snickers. "Yeah, I guess. I've always wished to be with someone like me or at least be friends with them. There was no one like you around my town." she replies.

"So, you have a type? For white guys?" Six asks. He's pushing his luck now. 

Elle shakes her head, chuckling. "No. Well, yeah, maybe. I mean, my whole life, I've always been with local guys. And they're so nice and polite but sometimes too nice and too polite. If you know what I mean." 

He looks at her and she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively as he starts to realize what she means by that. 

Oh. 

His lips twitch, trying to hide a smile. "Right. I do now. So, they're not too rough enough for you?" he asks, forwardly and plainly in a serious tone that's laced with a teasing one. 

She widens her eyes and smiles, slapping his arm lightly. Don't want to be too rough on him. 

"Hey! We're in a hospital, for fuck's sakes." Elle reminds him, looking around at other people staring at them but not because they overheard, they're still staring because of him. 

Six laughs quietly. "Okay, okay. I was just, you know, curious. I want to know what you like. What you prefer." he admits.

She frowns. "You know what I like already, Six." she teases, his name rolls out in her tongue in a playful tone and he has to contain himself from blushing too hard. 

One of the elevators finally opens and other people step out of it as Six and Elle wait for them to all get out until they enter together.

It closes and it's just them. She presses a button to go to the third floor and a silence rests between them. 

After a few seconds of the elevator going up, it finally dings and opens itself to the third floor. 

"Okay, maybe you should just wait in the seats first. I don't want her to think that I'm…" Elle trails off as they step out of the elevator together.

It's a floor of laboratories and personal rooms for the medical scientists and the biologists in this hospital and her best friend is one of the best and youngest biologists here. She wants to help people just like Elle and she's just as smart as her. That's probably why they quickly became best friends in the first grade. They bonded through science and all the other stuff that people their age didn't understand yet or didn't want to learn yet at that time. 

Six frowns, stopping as she turns to him and they're now standing in front of the elevators. "That you're what?" he asks.

She sighs. "Well, she saw your face in church yesterday and she knew that I was going to show you around the city. And if she saw you here today, she would think that I came home with you and slept with you since I wasn't answering her texts from yesterday." Elle explains. 

He frowns confusedly. "Why does it matter what she thinks? What I mean is, if she does think we did sleep together, so what?" Six asks, cautiously.

Elle shakes her head, lowering her head to talk to him quieter. "Because it's not normal. We don't do that here, in this country. It's taboo. Even when I fuck someone local here, I never tell her. Except if it's a long term boyfriend, then she's fine with it. But this would look like a one night stand. You and I." She waves her hand between them. 

Six pulls his eyebrows together. "Is this about your religion, too? You guys go to the same church together so…" he questions.

She nods, biting her lips anxiously as she looks him in the eyes. "Sort of. It's a sin to have sex before marriage but I'm not even planning to marry, like ever, so it shouldn't even apply to me. Right?" 

He breaks into a chuckle, nodding his head. "Why not? I would think that a girl like you would want to marry someday." 

Elle chuckles, shaking her head playfully. "A girl like me? What's that supposed to mean?" she asks, teasingly.

"You know what I mean. You live in a small town, have friends everywhere, go to church every Sunday—what I mean is you live a normal life. You're a normal girl. So I just assumed that you'd want something normal in your future." Six explains.

She snorts. "I'm anything but normal. I committed mass—well yeah, that was an accident. But it doesn't matter. I can't have that kind of future anymore. I can't even…have kids. And I doubt that any guy here would want to marry me knowing that I can't give them what they want. It's just like that in this country. The husband wants kids and so do their parents and grandparents. And if I can't give that to them, I'm a horrible wife and a failure." 

Six steps closer to her, crowding her space as she looks around her and there's no one else here except for securities in front of the laboratories but they're all busy on their phones. It's quiet here. It's all white. There's a TV playing in the lobby where there's rows of empty seats. It's lunchtime. Everyone's out for lunch, not here. It's just them. 

He frowns, his hands resting on her arms as her eyes look up at him. "Fuck that, Elle. You don't deserve that. You do deserve a normal future that you want. You just haven't found the right person yet but it's definitely none of the local guys." he snaps. 

This city doesn't deserve her. 

"Then who deserves me, Six?" Elle softly asks in a weak tone. 

Six's eyes darted to her brown ones and then down to her lips. Those lips. He remembered how soft her lips were last night. She was being rough and aggressive in kissing him but he's looking forward to seeing her more relaxed and gentle. Just not the time yet. He knows that. He wants her — craves for her lips, her touch, all of her. But he can't have her now. He has to wait. He's fine with that.

He swallows and blinks at her. He doesn't have an answer for her. He knows that it's definitely not him. Or even Lloyd. They both do not deserve her. They know that. 

A door opens from somewhere behind them that's far away, breaking the silence in the floor but they're still looking at each other to even bother to look behind them.

"Elle! Oh my gosh! You're alive!" Amelia's voice is heard from behind them as the girl exclaims out loud while running towards them.

Elle looks behind her and smiles. "Amelia. Hey, I'm so sorry. I brought you lunch. It's your favorite. From that Indonesian restaurant that you like so much." 

Amelia stands in front of her and looks at Six, frowning at Elle. "Oh hi, Elle's friend, Jack. Did you kidnap her yesterday? I didn't hear from her all day yesterday. I was worried that—" 

Elle cuts her off. "I'm fine, Amelia. I just forgot to bring a charger yesterday. I haven't been to the house yet." she tells her, calmly.

She looks back at her. "What? You haven't been to your house? Then where did you sleep last night?" Amelia asks.

"Uh, I stayed with them. We got carried away, being around the city all day and then it got dark, it was too late to go home anyway so I stayed in with them. They have this cool penthouse nearby." Elle explains and she gives her a skeptical and judgmental look.

She hates that look.

Elle chuckles. "Relax, we had separate bedrooms! I told you it was a penthouse, it's really big. Very big. And it was my idea to stay in. I was just grateful that they let me stay in." she adds. 

Amelia squints her eyes at her. "Hm. So where's the other one? The Lloyd one. The fancy looking one." 

Six looks at her. "He's gone out to go shopping. For supplies and equipment. We're moving here. To this city." he simply responds with a thin line on his lips.

He usually doesn't talk to other people a lot except for Lloyd and Elle since they're the only closest to him now. And that's still a new thing for him. He only responds to orders and asks questions about missions only when necessary. Sometimes he talks to Fitzroy, the guy who recruited him and treats him like a son. But they rarely talk because they're both busy, travelling across the world for work. They only talk when they have free time or if it's for a favor. 

He knew that Elle would want him to at least say something to her best friend. He could sense it from her. At this point, they just say things through their mind and they both already understood what the other wants. 

Amelia nods at him. "Oh, you're moving here? For work?" she asks him, moving past Elle to get closer to him, to inspect him closer. 

Six nods. "Yes. Work." he answers and she squints her eyes at him again, trying to investigate him more. 

Elle sensed that as she went to stand in front of him, blocking him out of her view. "Amelia, you must be starving. It's lunchtime, right? Let's go have lunch as usual. In your lab. Come on, I brought you your favorite lunch." She lifts the packed food up to show Amelia.

She sighs, looking back at her. "Yeah, I heard you, the first time. Alright, let's go. But he can wait out here. Right?" 

Six's lips form a thin line, glancing at Elle with an "it's okay" look and giving her an assuring nod as he steps back. "Yes. I'll wait here." he says, walking to the row of seats and he takes a seat there, watching the news on the TV.

Amelia gives him another skeptical look before darting her eyes to Elle again. "Do you have somewhere else to be after this?" she asks her.

Elle nods. "Yeah. We're going to my house. Actually, there's something I want to tell you. Let's go." she says, dragging her best friend to her lab right in the corner.

***

Amelia's lab is pretty capacious. It's all white, too. There's tons of her science tools hanging everywhere. On the table, on her chair, and even some on the floor.

Amelia likes to work messy. Elle prefers to work neatly. That's their only difference.

Elle sighs. "It's messy again. I thought you cleaned it last Friday." 

Amelia walks over to one of her not-that-messy work tables that has her laptop and notebooks as she scoots them over to make the table spacious enough for them to eat lunch. 

"Well, I have a deadline tonight. I need to submit my latest research about the stem cell treatment I told you about. And I'm nowhere to be done." Amelia rambles as they both take a seat next to each other.

Elle unpacks the packed food and hands it to her. "I can help you. I know about that. I learned it last week." she casually says.

She nods, taking a bite of her own food. "Yeah, in that lab that burned down. Those scientists taught you a lot of things, Elle. But they were also very bad people and not to be trusted."

She gulps, remembering how close she was to "those scientists" in that lab, how they taught her things that she's always wanted to learn about science. "That didn't mean they were stupid scientists." Elle defends, quietly.

You killed them and you're defending them now? Hypocrite, Elle. 

Amelia looks over to her with a weird look and rolls her eyes. "Whatever, it's fine. I don't need your help, Elle. This is my job that I was paid to do. You've helped me so many times already. I almost feel like I'm not doing my job sometimes." she rants.

Elle shakes her head. "No, that's not true. You do your job well, Amelia. You're a genius biologist. But you're underpaid and overworked in this hospital." she reminds her.

She shrugs. "This is the best private hospital in this town. I'm just grateful to be here. Not all of us could have rich parents, you know." Amelia didn't mean it as an insult but sometimes Elle forgets that she's privileged. She doesn't need to work a day in her life, everything has been provided for her. 

But, all that she has now came with a price that she had to pay with childhood trauma and PTSD and fucked-up parents. 

Elle frowns at her. "What? My parents aren't rich. They just got enough money because of my experiment that they agreed on in exchange for a huge sum of money that's still lasting until now. Amelia, you know I didn't mean it that way. I just think that you should probably find another hospital to work in." 

Amelia shakes her head. "There are no other hospitals, Elle. I like this one, okay? Now, let's just change the topic."

She nods, brushing it off. "I agree. Okay, I had something to tell you earlier. I'm going to be moving to an apartment. I got a new job." Elle breaks the news. 

She'd been thinking about it the whole trip here earlier. She had to make an excuse when she'll be living in the penthouse with Lloyd and Six and then there's the missions that she has to do later. 

Amelia widens her eyes. "Oh. Well that was completely insensitive of me to tell you that you're privileged when—wait. What kind of job?" she stops herself to ask.

"There's this American organization that knows about my abilities and they need my expertise to help the city. But I'm not supposed to tell anyone about it. It's classified and confidential. But don't worry, I'll be nearby. The apartment is close." Elle replies.

That's it. She doesn't need to say a lot of lies anymore. Just this. She hates lying. But this is for Amelia's own good. She can't know about the CIA or even be involved in it. 

Amelia frowns. "American? Why are they interested in Jakarta's problems then? How does it benefit them and—wait a minute. Is Jack and Lloyd somehow in this organization as well? Did they rope you in? Or tried to force you to work—"

Elle cuts her off. "Woah, relax. No one forced me. I wanted it. I want to help people in this city, I mean it." Now that's the truth. "But yeah, they're with me now."

She stands up from her seat abruptly. "I knew it! Did you sleep with them, Elle? Is that how they convinced you to take the job? You're better than this, you don't have one night stands." Amelia lectures her.

Elle looks up at her and scowls as she rises from her seat too. "Absolutely not. I want this job because I want to help people. They didn't convince me to do anything. Also, even if I did sleep with them, so what? It's my life, my sex life."

"Because that's not you. You're not that kind of girl to just sleep with whoever she sees and have meaningless sex." Amelia assumes. She's wrong.

She crosses her arms against her chest, her eyebrows creasing. "And how exactly would you know what kind of girl I am? I never tell you about my sex life, Amelia. I hide some things that I know it's better to keep hidden." 

Amelia frowns deeper. "What does that mean? You kept things from me? What kind of things?" she questions.

Elle exhales. "Just some things that I know you'd judge me for if I told you." 

"What things, Elle?" she repeats again.

"I fuck, Amelia. More than you know. But don't worry, none of it is interesting enough to tell you about it. It's all just plain vanilla sex. Guys here are very gentle. Too gentle." Elle tells her in a casual tone.

Amelia grimaces. "Oh my god. You've been lying to me this whole time."

Elle rolls her eyes. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. It's just sex." 

"It's a sin." she says, still grimacing.

That provoked anger inside of her. She doesn't know shit and she just judges however she wants. She is a saint, but she always expects everyone to be the same and Elle is anything but a saint. 

"And what about the sins that were done to me? It was all just a coping mechanism, Amelia. My trauma. I had to deal with it all by myself, my whole life. When I was eighteen, my parents immediately left me to move to fucking Bali and live peacefully, unburdened of their sins towards their own daughter." Elle snaps. She's had enough.

Amelia has no idea about her childhood trauma, like at all. Her parents strictly told her not to tell anyone and it'll just become complicated for her too.

Her face turns shocked. "I—I didn't know that. You never told me…" 

"Yeah, I never told anyone." Elle lowers her voice.

Amelia steps closer without saying anything, her face still in shock as she pulls Elle into a hug. Her arms tightly embrace her and she hugs her best friend back. 

"I'm so sorry. I've been your best friend for more than a decade and I didn't even know that…" Amelia whispers against her shoulder, shaking her head.

Elle pats her hair, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm fine now." she murmurs softly. She comforts people a lot. It's her specialty.

Their hug is cut short with a phone buzzing loudly on Amelia's table as she immediately grabs her phone and checks who it is. 

"Oh, shit. I need to take this. It's my boss. She's probably going to ask me to get my job done faster than the deadline." Amelia tells her, anxiously. 

Elle gives her an assuring nod, taking her purse from the chair. "Okay, good luck. I'm gonna go have lunch with Si—Jack. With Jack." she says with a nod as she begins to turn around and walk to the door. 

Amelia chuckles. "See you later. I'll call you." she tells her, putting the phone onto her ear before Elle exits her lab. 

She closes the door behind her with a sigh. She feels relieved that she could finally tell her best friend about what happened throughout her whole childhood. That she doesn't have to smile and lie anymore. She could just tell the truth, what she always wanted to do since she was little. 

Her eyes immediately searched for Six. She needs him. More than she thought she did. He's my comfort. 

He's still sitting still on one of the seats, his eyes focused on the TV hanging on the wall, showing the news about what's happening in the city today. He's taking notes in his head. He needs to get to know this city if he'll be living here for months.

"Six? Can we go?" Elle softly asks from behind and he quickly turns around in a blink of an eye, standing up from his seat immediately and walks over to her.

He sees her face frowning slightly first and walks even faster towards her as he gently holds her face between his hands.

"Hey, what happened there?" Six asks.

She shakes her head. "I just told her the truth. About my childhood trauma that I've  been trying to hide my whole life. And now it's all out." 

He slowly nods, fully understanding what she means by that and not going to ask any further questions because they're not there yet — they haven't gotten to the stage where she's confessing her past to him yet and he has a lot to say for his own past too since they've both been through the same childhood abuse.

"Do you wanna get out of here now?" Six softly asks.

Elle nods immediately. "Yeah. I'd like that. Let's have lunch. There's a nice restaurant near my house. If you want?" 

His lips tug into a small smile, his hands leaving her face. "Sure. Lead the way," 

She smiles at him, taking his hand in hers as they walk to the elevator.

***

Lloyd's day was fucking tiring and it's only been half a day. 

He'd been through a huge mall and scoured all the stores here just to find the right stuff he wanted. 

Apparently, malls are enormous in this city and almost everything you need is inside there. There are no separate stores in the streets, just malls and malls everywhere.

And not to mention, the local girls have been staring at him wherever he went. Even the workers in the malls. He was so sick of it. It wasn't fun anymore, it was getting annoying.

He should've asked or dragged Elle to go with him. She would know what to do and at least, she could calm him. She knew the language and getting anything would've been easier. And, he could've avoided the girls trying to flirt with him if she was with him because they would just assume that they're a couple and they wouldn't even try to bother him.

Now he regrets letting her go with Six. They're probably having lunch together now because it's lunchtime. He's being a little bitter about it.

Lloyd got all the stuff he needed and is now sitting in an outdoor restaurant of the mall with his bodyguards sitting at another table, keeping a safe distance. They're not his actual bodyguards, they're the CIA field agents but they answer to Lloyd now. He's their boss. So they follow him wherever he goes now. 

He had his lunch already. He's full. But his fingers are itching to call Elle or Six to ask them where they are now. He wants to see them. He needs to see her, most importantly. He needs to see if she's safe, as usual. It's his damn job now, apparently.

And after a tiring day, he needs something to relieve it. Not her, of course. Definitely not her. He needs to blow off some steam. Fuck something or someone. But Elle is off limits for him. He can't touch her that way anymore. He made a promise to himself. 

After seeing so many girls thirsting over him today while he was just walking around the mall, it made him realize how easy the girls are in this city. Once they see a white man, they immediately fold. It's funny to him, actually. They're all so fucking desperate for his dick, it almost turns him off a little bit. 

While he doesn't like girls playing too hard to get and prefers the easy ones that would give in easily — he likes the forbidden fruit type more. Like Elle. Something he knows he can't touch but it's so tempting, which turns him on even more. She turns him on every fucking time and he can't even help it. Can't even control his dick to not feel that way. Just like this morning, he had to take care of his own business by himself in the shower earlier.

I can't have her. 

He keeps saying the same thing over and over again until he wants to bang his head against the wall to stop his own thoughts. And that's why he needs to fuck, to bury his dick in someone and not think about Elle for a while. He needs her out of his head. 

Finally, Lloyd decides to get out of this ample chair as he places more than enough cash on the table and begins to walk away from the restaurant while his agents follow him from behind, carrying his shopping bags as well. 

There are three agents that he brought from the penthouse. And they gladly listened to Lloyd without any complaints because they know who he is and what he's capable of. 

They're in a mall where there's a park outside of it and he's walking through it now. It's filled with kids running around, people bringing their dogs and puppies, elderly people walking around really slowly. There's a small pond with big fishes inside it. Elle would love it here, he thinks.

She likes people's places, where it's not quiet but also not too crowded, just with the right amount of people. She likes seeing little kids, too. She loves to imagine things she knows she can't have. She likes to see them laugh and play around, being so happy because she never had that happy childhood. 

He's thinking about her now, how he's going to have to live with her for the next few months without trying to kill her or fuck her. That's going to be a hard task for him.

As he's thinking of her, his phone rings in his pocket and he already knows who it is. He knows it's not Denny or any important work people. It's her. 

His face slightly relaxes and he stops in the middle to pick up the phone and answer her call as he places his phone on his ear and smirks while the call connects.

"Hey, Lloyd! How are you doing there? Wait, are you in Central Park? I recognized those sounds anywhere, the sound of the park. It's the only mall with a park in Jakarta." Elle tells him while she's sitting in a restaurant with Six.

They're eating chicken shawarma and cheese samosas. It's a small restaurant near her house and the only one who sells this kind of good food. It's quiet here. Six is still eating and so is she. They're sitting across from each other but still close.

She was curious to know where Lloyd was and how he was doing because she knows how chaotic malls in Jakarta could be. So she called him. 

Lloyd half grins. "You could hear fucking everything, can't you?" he retorts.

Elle giggles. "Yes! I can. Anyway, how's it going there?" she asks him, shoving a samosa into her mouth as she closes her mouth to chew.

He looks around him and it's so fucking crowded, he could suffocate and die here. He lets out an exhale. "About to go home. I mean, to the penthouse. You?" Lloyd replies. 

She nods, even though he can't see her as Six looks at her curiously, wanting to know what Lloyd is saying. "Well, we're still eating lunch and then we're going to visit my house." she answers. 

Lloyd frowns. "You're not going to go to your house everyday, are you?" he asks her, skeptically.

"No, of course not. But besides, it's only ten minutes away from the penthouse. Anyway, no. Not everyday." Elle responds. 

"Good. Because I need you in the penthouse everyday. It's easier if you lived there with us." Lloyd formally says.

"Most of my stuff is already there. And yes, I am moving in there. It's just that, um, I have dogs…so I need to feed them—" she tells him casually.

He cuts her off. "You have dogs!? You didn't bother to tell me, leaving out a huge fucking detail?" he yells through the phone, not giving a shit about people around him hearing him.

She huffs. "It's not a big detail, Lloyd. It's just a small one. I have neighbors so they could help me feed them every morning. Why don't you like dogs, anyway? Are you more of a cat person?" Elle teases him instead and Six chuckles quietly.

Lloyd rolls his eyes. "I'm neither. Pets are too messy. Anyhow, I'm hanging up, I'm about to leave this mall and go back. When are you coming back?" he asks as he starts to walk through the crowd.

She hums confusedly. "I don't know. Probably in the afternoon? I want to hang around here for a bit before I have to fully move to the penthouse. It's my childhood home, Lloyd." Elle says, genuinely.

"Right. Well, get home soon. Don't want anything to happen to my weapon." Lloyd tells her in an uptight tone.

Elle grimaces. "I'm not your weapon. I'm the CIA's weapon." she whispers on the phone. 

Lloyd smirks and chuckles, which slightly intimidates her. "Sure you are, sweetheart. But I was wrong. You're our weapon. Mine and Six's. Alright, be safe. I'm going." he says before ending the call as he gets in his personal car that he rented.

***

She frowns from the phone call with Lloyd earlier as she puts her phone back to her purse. 

Six is casually chewing his chicken shawarma roll as he looks at Elle with concern, noticing her frown. He always notices everything about her. 

And she caught his look.

"I'm fine. Lloyd was just being an asshole as usual. He told me that I was his and your weapon. I feel like I'm an object, just a personal weapon to use whenever he wants." she says, involuntarily pouting her lower lips. She does that a lot when she's upset.

He shakes his head. "That's not true. You're a human being, Elle. And I don't think you're our weapon. You're their asset, just like me and Lloyd but just more important and valuable." Six tells her, honestly.

Her lips slowly grow into a smile. "Thanks, Six. You always know how to say the right things." she sweetly says.

Six snorts softly. "Not all the time. I don't usually talk a lot, like this." he admits.

Elle cocks her head to the side. "Really?"

He nods, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, just simple answers. Like 'copy, Six.' or 'got it, target on sight', just the usual words I say through my earpiece to my superiors. That's it. This is new for me, Elle, talking to you a lot like this. And to Lloyd, I guess."

Her smile grows wider, reaching out to his hand on the table as his thick fingers hold her tiny ones. "This is new for all of us, Six. I've never lived together with someone other than my parents. Now I have to move in with two hot guys." she tells him.

Six blushes as he tries to hide a smile escaping from his lips and he lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "You think we're hot, huh?" He teases her. 

She giggles. "Whatever. You know the answer already." Elle retorts.

He does. 

He quietly chuckles. "Finish your food. We can't go back to the penthouse late. He'll lose his mind." Six makes a point as she nods, eating her food quicker.

***

The walk from the restaurant to her house was really short. 

They went inside her quiet neighborhood as he watched her greet literally everyone there and they all knew her too. They all asked who the white guy was walking beside her and she just casually said he was a friend visiting. 

People are very nosy here. But still polite.

Elle opens the small gate to her house, stepping aside to let Six in first. "Make yourself at home. You're my honored guest." she says with a playful smile on her lips before getting in too, closing the gate behind her.

Her house is quaint. Wide but not huge. It's a little messy. It has a spacious terrace that's surrounded by a small swing and a lot of trees. It's cool and chilly here.

Her dogs immediately bust out from inside the house and come jumping at her as they bark at Six. She has four dogs. Two old ones and two puppies who are twins.

Elle giggles at her dogs, managing to pet all of them as she looks at Six who's smiling quietly. He likes this. It's normal. He can't recall when's the last time his life was ever normal. 

She points at one of her two old dogs, the blonde one. "This is Luna. She's thirteen years old. She's quite big. I adopted her when she was only two months old. She loves to run a lot." she tells him.

Six nods, pointing at her other old dog, who's a little bit fatter than Luna and its hair is a mix of brown and white. "And this one?" he asks.

Elle smiles wider. "This is Mack. He's thirteen as well. He likes to eat all the time, that's why he's so fat. But he's still healthy. And I also adopted him when he was two months old." she responds, before pointing her finger at the twins who are both full white.

"And these are Poppy and Penny. They're twins, as you can tell. They're only a year old. I found them abandoned in the trash. Anywho, let's get in. They'll warm up to you, by the way." She grabs his hand, guiding him inside her house. 

They step inside her house through the wide opened wooden door as her dogs stay outside, to guard the house as usual.

Her living room is basically empty. There's only a few chairs and an old TV that's probably from the 1990s. It's a narrow and wide house, just straight through here, they can see everything and the whole house from here. There's three rooms. One was her parent's bedroom but she changed it into a guest bedroom and it's right behind the living room.

The second room, that's in the middle with a large window to see inside the room, is a storage room, where she keeps most of her stuff, old clothes, new ones and suitcases. It's a really small room. It used to be her childhood playroom. The wall is pink and filled with stickers. Almost like the one in the penthouse. 

As she leads further into the house, there's a room in the corner and it's hers. But at the far side of it, there's the kitchen and dining room. The table is all messy, filled with all of her stuff. She never eats there anymore. She prefers to eat in her room.

"Is this your room?" Six asks, pointing to the wooden door in the corner. 

Elle nods. "Yeap. Fair warning, it's messier than anything in this house."

He chuckles. "I'm fine with that." 

She looks at him for assurance and it's all there. He doesn't mind. What matters is that it's her room. He doesn't even have a place to call home. He wants to see what it's like to have one. Because maybe, just maybe, he could find a home in her. A place doesn't define home, but a person does. And she might just be the right person for that.

Her lips curve into a soft smile before leading him to her room as she opens the door with her mind and he's already starting to get used to that by now.

She's fucking amazing. 

"So, this is me!" Elle exclaims, walking into her room with him behind her as he observes her room, every inch of it.

It's smaller than any rooms in the penthouse and her room there. There's small colorful paintings attached onto the white wall. There's at least ten or more of them. A desk beside him, where it's all messy as well — papers, empty canvases, snacks and paint brushes are splayed all over the table. And on the right side of the room, there's a huge black closet that's really old, even older than her and it's definitely haunted.

His eyes dart to the middle of the room, and there's her bed. It's huge. It's king-sized. Even though she lives alone, she still wanted a really big bed to lay on. The sheets are white. There's one plushy doll that she still keeps until now and a long, cute pink blanket folded neatly on it. 

Her bathroom is on the other side of her room, the left side. It's beside her TV that's not so old, at least. She only keeps it on when she wants to block out all the noises she hears from everyone and everything outside this room.  

"I didn't know you paint." Six quietly remarks, still standing in her door frame as she sits on her bed. 

Elle looks at him. "Yeah. Used to." she replies, "Hey, come here." She pats her bed, gesturing for him.

He does what he's told, stepping inside her room fully and sits awkwardly on the edge of her bed. He doesn't even know why he's being so nervous when they've literally slept together in his bed last night. 

"So, what do you want to do now?" Six asks and she turns to him with a smile.

"We could go for an afternoon walk later. But for now, let's just stay here. It's still too hot for a walk. We could watch some TV and just chill here." she suggests but realizes she's been rambling. "Or if that's too boring we could—" 

Six cuts her off, his palm resting on the other side of her head. "No, that sounds good. I just want to chill and relax. But it is a bit hot." he points out. He's wearing a blazer, of course it's too hot for him.

Elle giggles. "Yeah, I'll turn on the AC." she says, her eyes darting to it as she turns it on with her mind and then darts to the opened door before closing it with her mind too.

He laughs quietly. "I'm still getting used to that." he murmurs, scotting closer to her.

She grabs the remote from the bed and turns it on. "You know, this reminds me of yesterday. Just a different setting." 

Six hums in response, taking off his blazer as she stares at his muscular arms and huge biceps, discreetly before retreating her eyes to the TV, that's showing a local channel and she quickly changes it into an international channel, something English.

"I need to start learning the language. Can you teach me?" Six asks her and she turns to him with a smile, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Of course! Indonesian is pretty easy, I've fluently spoken it since the second grade. Basically, what you read is what you speak. Unlike other languages where you need certain pronunciations that are totally different from what's written. Like French." Elle says, wrinkling her nose. 

He nods, agreeing. "Yeah, French is pretty hard. How many languages do you speak?" he asks.

Elle raises her fingers and counts nine of them, unsurely. "Nine? Ten? I don't know. English, Indonesian, Spanish, Portuguese, French, German, Latin, Russian, Italian and…Hindi. Oh, also, Chinese. My mom's family is Chinese. I learned it in school."

Six's lips twitch, seeing her so cute like this makes him want to kiss the shit out of her. "So, eleven. How'd you learn all of them?"

Her eyes stare into his blue eyes and she sighs, her lips tugging into a soft smile. "My parents did. They, uh, wanted me to be super smart. I learned all of those languages and got fluent in them in a few months. They would buy me tons of books and then make me watch all these foreign movies. It was easy for me because the experiment made my brain…smart." she explains, "What about you?" 

He strokes her hair slowly. "Most of them. I don't count. But I was trained to learn the basics." Six simply responds. He can't tell her what he'd been through during his extreme training. Not yet, at least. He doesn't want to scare her. 

Elle nods, leaning her head on his shoulder as her hands rest on his thigh. "I don't want to think about the world right now. Even if it's just for a while." she murmurs, weakly.

She's very touchy feely. She likes to be touched and vice versa. It gives her comfort and assurance. And it feels more affectionate. She loves affectionate things.

Six chuckles softly, tilting his head down to see her. "That'd be kinda hard when we're both valuable assets for the CIA." he reminds her. He's not relaxed yet.

She shakes her head. "Forget that. Just for a few hours. We're not needed now." she whispers as she slowly releases her feet from her shoes and lifts them on the bed, crossing her legs comfortably.

He brushes her hair away to look at her face clearly. "I can do that." he whispers before placing his arm around her, tightly.

He could do this. He could enjoy this. Because for once in his life, he can be at ease and not so alert all the time. He can trust her.

***

The gym is finally fucking perfect. Almost.

Lloyd spent hours bossing people around and yelling at them just to make it how he wants it to look like.

He even forgot to eat or drink. He had some…plans. He was going to go to some other bar, somewhere nearby here and find someone pretty enough to fuck.

He's seen the ladies here. They're pretty and all but he has very high standards. He needs to make sure they're not too stupid or too shallow or too clingy. He usually picks up girls from bars and clubs all around the world. But in some countries where he's been on missions, like France or Italy or Germany, the girls there fit his standards at the very least. This country is the first third world country he's ever been to.

That's why when he met Elle, he knew she was different and better. Because he saw each and every girl in that bar (even in the airport as well) but they didn't look even a little bit interesting enough for him and they all looked the same to him. Sometimes he doesn't just want a simple fuck, he likes a challenge every now and then — it gets his dick even harder.

Elle offers him a challenge. A really hard one where he can't even touch her at all. At this point, it's not a fun challenge anymore. It's serious.

It's afternoon now. He could clearly see it from the afternoon sun in the large window of the living room. Could see the whole city and the whole skies from here. He's still weighing on his decisions — he still doesn't know if it's a good idea to go to a bar and fuck a girl or bring her home with Elle around. He doesn't want her to see or hear him balls deep, pounding some other chick. He knows she probably won't like that very much, she could get quite uncomfortable by it.

He walks to the kitchen, opening the fridge as he takes out a cold water bottle with a ridiculously expensive brand. Lloyd likes expensive things, expensive everything. He has a few things to say about Elle's choice of outfits. He wants to change her style, get her into designer outfits and dress her classy and chic.

But he can't even do that either. She's not for him to play around like a pretty little doll — even though he really wants to do exactly that. Toy her around. Dress her around. Fuck her around.

Lloyd blinks, shaking his head to brush off those dirty and sadistic thoughts inside of his mind. She's his teammate now, technically. They're working together. It would be so much harder to focus on missions if she was his.

He reaches his phone from his back pocket and checks the time. It's 4.32pm. He's recalling Elle's words earlier from their call. She said they'd be home by the afternoon but they're probably still there and not even close to getting back. And he can't let them get back late. Or maybe even stay the night there. She has to be in his sight and in his reach or else something could happen to her.

I need to see her. Now.

Lloyd frowns at his own thoughts. He hates himself for caring so much for her. But again, he's trying to convince himself he's not. It's for the mission. It's his mission to make sure the precious weapon is safe and sound and the only way to do that is to keep her with him at all times, not letting her out of his sight for too long. He knows Six's got her and he trusts the man enough to protect her but still. He needs to see her because he's worried for her.

He's never going to admit that, though.

He storms out of the kitchen as he immediately walks towards the foyer and the elevator to go downstairs, to the car.

He's coming to get her.

***

Elle and Six are walking side-by-side each other in her neighborhood park with each twin puppy's leash in their hands as the older dogs run freely.

He's got Poppy. She's got Penny.

They're great paw parents. They're both happy and content. A rare feeling for them.

Six can't recall when was the last time he ever had a normal walk like this. Especially with dogs. He had one childhood dog growing up, but then he never saw it again after what happened.

He's just glad to be here. With her.

Six quietly smiles at her as he watches her enjoy this peaceful and quiet walk as much as he does.

He doesn't even bother to observe and analyze the area anymore. There are people around them, walking and running and talking loudly but he completely ignores them. He usually has to examine each and every person in the room and determine if the place is safe or not — that's how he was trained. But she said it's safe here, then it's safe here. He trusts her.

Instead, he's focusing on her only. Not on the dogs barking or on the puppy's leash he's holding that keeps on pulling his hand or on the neighbors greeting her every time, but at her. She's really fucking beautiful that he couldn't even keep his eyes off of her this whole time and she's not even trying.

She's just wearing a casual pink top from earlier and she recently changed into some denim shorts at home. She tied her brunette hair into a high ponytail and let out a few loose strands resting on the side of her face. She looks incredibly gorgeous to him. He can't even understand how anyone could look this effortlessly pretty naturally and not even notice it.

"Where are we going, Elle?" Six asks as she leads them into a secluded neighborhood now, where no one else is here anymore. Just quiet houses, the dogs and them.

"Around." Elle smirks, turning to him.

He shakes his head, reaching out for her hand as he holds her small hand in his huge ones. She's distracted and trying to be oblivious now. She has blocked out all the noises she hears from afar thanks to a small spell she casted earlier at home before leaving. Now, all she can hear is her dogs walking, their footsteps and him.

She's hearing like normal now. Though, the spell doesn't last for long. It only lasts for a few minutes. She only uses it when she really wants to relax. And she even had to create this spell herself using her own blood. It's a mix of science and magic.

Six moves to walk even closer to her and stops his walking as she does too. She giggles. "What? What is it?" she asks, smiling at him.

He exhales, slowly catching his breath. "Why don't we take a break? We've been at it for half an hour now. I'm not that young anymore, Elle." he reminds her.

Elle laughs softly, knowing he's joking. "Oh, right. I forgot that you're an old man already. I guess we should've brought some stamina pills or something." she jokes, tilting her head to the side with a fake pout.

Six lets out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. "Nah, I'm joking. I just wanted to stop and kiss you." he admits, pulling her by her hand on his as their bodies bump into each other and she giggles again.

She gasps, shaking her head. "Fuck, not here. Definitely not here. Anyone could pass by right now. Anyone that knows me here. Wait till we get home." She's being paranoid, as always.

He sighs, "Fine. But it's a long way home."

Her smile widens. "Yeap. We should probably get going if we need to get back to the penthouse before dinner." Elle says.

Six chuckles. "Don't tell me you're actually going to cook dinner for us. You don't need to, Elle." he tells her in a serious tone.

She nods. "I am. And I want to." she stubbornly says.

He dips his head and laughs. "You're impossible." Six remarks.

Elle grins and giggles, humming teasingly. "Yeah, and you love it." she retorts.

He subtly nods, his palm resting on a side of her face and she leans into his touch. Both of their other hands are occupied with the twins' leashes and they keep on pulling their hand, urging them to keep walking but they're too lost in each other's eyes as their smile lingers and they're spaced out in each other, like the world just froze and it's only them now. Only them that matters.

Six knows this isn't a vacation for him or a chance for him to finally relax. This is a mission. A real one. One that he has to take seriously just like with his other missions. Just because he met someone, it doesn't mean he gets to forget his job and what he was trained for. He's just trying to enjoy one day of his life without any death or pain. Just one normal day, with her.

Elle has had normal days in her life after her parents left her. This one seems just as normal and the only difference is she's with someone now, someone she actually wants. She could keep living like this. Just like this with him.

But then again, when has anything ever been just perfect in both of their lives?

It all happens too fast. They hear the gunshots first. And then the people's screams. Elle panics. Six is a bit startled because he let his guard down and now they're in danger. He needs to protect her. She's his first priority. That's his mission.

A shady pickup truck approaches them at a fast speed and he immediately shoves her behind him along with the puppies as the older dogs bark directly at the moving vehicle. Elle's scared shitless that they're going to hurt or kill her dogs or hurt him.

They get a clear view of the shooters standing behind the truck with their cheap guns in their hands and a mask over their face. There's three men and another one driving the truck.

"Ayo, ambil dia!" The driver says in Indonesian before the truck stops in front of them abruptly and the men get off the truck, walking to them from a far distance as Elle flinches behind him.

(Translation : Come on, take her!)

"What's he saying?" Six asks her quickly.

"They want to take me." Elle quickly replies with her eyes terrified.

"Shit. Okay, stay here." he tells her before walking to them calmly, ready to fight them all off but as soon as they saw the look on his face, they immediately got intimidated and alarmed by him as two of them point their guns at him and shoot him aimlessly, the two bullets penetrating his left arm and his shoulder.

He doesn't even wince in pain or flinch anymore, he's used to pain. He could walk this off and still take all three of them down and go back home just in time for dinner.

Elle widens her eyes at the sight of Six shot as she grimaces. "No!" she screams out loud, "Six, back off. Now." she tells him. They got guns and he's shot.

He ignores her, not even looking her way, still stepping forward to the men as one of them runs away to her direction and that's when he finally turns around to look at her.

She's confused and scared as the man approaches her and she hides her puppies behind her so he doesn't hurt them. She's got strong hands but she doesn't even know how to punch a face or kick someone. She's only got powers. A hell of a bunch of it.

She raises her hand and slowly clenches it into a fist as she gives the man in front of her a brain aneurysm while he screams in pain and gets all bloody in his nose and eyes before dropping unconscious to the ground. He'll be dead in a matter of minutes.

Six sees that and turns around to the men as he clenches his fist, about to punch them but Elle gets ahead of him, walking towards the two men, angrily with her hand still raised and they quickly retreat, running to their car as they just saw what she did to their friend.

"Idiots." Six comments, casually standing up normally beside her as if he didn't just get shot and still has two bullets inside of him.

As they're running to the car, she follows them with anger seeping inside her. They ruined their nice afternoon walk, hurted a few civilians and they hurt Six. No one ever hurts the people she cares about and walks away with it. And this was different, she feels different. More angry and powerful. She's never felt like this before except for last week. She felt the same rage last week, too.

The two men running look behind them to see her following them as they quickly grab their guns, pulling the trigger at her twice and the bullets land on both sides of her arms. She winces in pain, stopping in her tracks as Six immediately runs towards her and the men make it to their car.

The pain doesn't hurt much for her. She's got an actual high tolerance for pain because of the experiment, so everytime she gets hurt, it won't hurt as much as if a normal human gets hurt. It'll hurt ten times less than it actually should be. But this is the first time she's ever gotten shot ever since the experiment that was conducted by her parents when she was about ten years old. They shot her in her hand, to make sure if she was immune to it. She forgot how painful it was getting shot and this is two bullets at the same time. She's still not used to the pain yet.

Six looks down at her wounded arms, filled with blood all over and gently places his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, come on. It's over now. Let's just go home." he tells her.

Elle looks away from him to the direction of the car. "It's not over. They hurt us." she grits out, brushing away from him. She's even more angry now. She needs to finish this.

The car starts to move away from them as she stands still in her position and focuses her mind and powers on the car with her very strong emotions as well. She raises one hand towards the direction of the car and chants one single fire spell in Latin that no one ever uses because they're not powerful enough to do it. But she is.

And then the car blows up. To pieces. On fire. Along with the men inside of it. She could super-hear their screams of agony as they burn to death and she doesn't even blink her eyes or flinch.

Six widens his eyes, quickly glancing back at her who's still looking at the car with no emotions on her face and almost smiling with her eyes at the sight of it. She looks different. He doesn't even recognize her here. But he's not scared of her or weirded out, he just didn't know that this side of her existed. He'd embraced every side of her no matter what.

"Elle, let's go. Now." he harshly says, hoping to snap her out of it.

She finally turns to look at him and her entire facial expressions change as her face slowly relaxes at him. "Are you okay?" she asks in a shaky breath.

He nods. "We need to go. Can you walk?"

Elle nods, looking over to her puppies and dogs who're hiding behind a tree together, safely. "Yeah, I can. I know a short alley to get home quicker." she tells him, still grimacing a little from the pain in her arms.

Six attempts to take a step but stumbles a little before she catches him with both of her strong arms as she sneaks her arm behind his waist and grabs his hand to rest on her shoulders.

"Elle, I'm fine. You're also hurt." he says.

"It doesn't hurt as much as yours. I have an extremely high pain tolerance. Now, let me help you so we can get home and I can heal both of us there." Elle sternly says.

Six simply nods and obeys her, letting himself lean his weight on her as they proceed to walk away from the crime scene.

***

Lloyd's been waiting inside her empty house for almost an hour now.

He'd assumed that they were just taking an afternoon walk.

But this was way longer than a walk. He's worried now, somehow. For both of them.

Anything could happen out there. And he's not there to make sure they're safe.

He's just been sitting inside her living room, in a small and uncomfortable chair with all of his agents guarding her house outside, just in case.

Suddenly, an agent walks up to him with a nervous and anxious look on his face.

Lloyd frowns. "Why is your face like that?" he asks.

"There's been a shooting not far from here. Civilians are shot and the shooter's car has been blown up. We think that Elle and Six were there. Some neighbors said that they saw them walking there minutes before it happened." His agent reports to him.

He rises up from his chair. "What? Where are they now?" Lloyd asks in a loud tone.

The agent shrugs. "We don't know. We've searched the area. No sign of them yet. But we'll keep searching." he responds.

Lloyd shakes his head. "No. Don't. I have a feeling that they've already fled the crime scene and are on the way here. I know them. Just guard the house. Make sure no one but them enters here." he orders him.

His agent nods and leaves him to his thoughts.

He's contemplating on whether to just stay here and wait for them to come home or search for them. He knows that they're both capable enough to fight back and he's even got a stronger feeling that she's the one who blew up that car. It's her style. It's like her to do that. He knows that. He knows her.

But now he's even more worried for her. He knows Six is fine. He always is, no matter what.

What if she's badly hurt? It was his damn job to protect her.

***

When Six and Elle finally get home, Lloyd immediately rushes to get to them.

It's only been five minutes since he got the news but it's been consuming him as he waited. It felt like decades of waiting.

"Lloyd? What are you doing here?" Elle asks as the agents open the gate of her house for them while her dogs run inside.

His eyes immediately searched both of their bodies and saw blood. A lot of it. Six is still clinging onto her as they walk into their house and they stand on the terrace with Lloyd in front of them, examining them. She looks fine. He looks worse.

"You're bleeding. We need to get you both a doctor. Now." Lloyd orders.

She shakes her head. "There's no need. I can heal myself and heal Six. I just need a little help." Elle says, weakly.

Lloyd lunges forward to her, gently taking her off of Six as two other agents try to help him but he raises a hand at them.

"No. I can walk by myself." Six tells them as Lloyd puts an arm around her to help her walk.

Her bullet wounds aren't as painful as Six's wounds and she knows that. But she's just tired. She just used her powers to kill a man and explode a car today while being shot. And then she practically had to half-carry Six's heavy body on their walk home. And now, she has to use her powers again to heal both of them.

Even with her enhanced strength and stamina and strong powers, she's still human. She'll always be too tired at the end of the day. And she doesn't have enough experience or training to be used to all of it. She's only human. Sometimes she has to remind herself of that every now and then.

Elle leans all of her weight on Lloyd as he guides them to walk inside the house while Six casually walks beside them with a hand pressing on his bleeding shoulder.

Once they're all inside the house, the agents close the door, locking it and closing the curtains of the window too as all of them guard outside the house.

She gestures to Lloyd to let her sit on a chair in her living room as he takes her there, helping her sit down on it and she winces again while leaning onto the chair as she throws her head back and grunts a little in pain.

"Fuck, that hurts. I never knew that it'd hurt this bad." Elle breathes out as Six takes a seat across from her, the same seat that Lloyd sat on earlier.

She's not about to tell them that she's been shot before by her parents when she was a child. Now is not the time for a trauma dump.

"You've never gotten shot before?" Lloyd seriously asks, sitting on a small chair beside her.

She shakes her head. "Nope." she replies, rolling her shirt up, looking down at her wounds for the first time. "Alright, this is going to look extremely disgusting and gory so I suggest both of you to look away or close your eyes or something."

Lloyd scoffs. "Yeah, right. You think we haven't seen our fair share of blood and gore in our life?" he retorts.

Elle casually shrugs. "I just thought I'd warn you. But fine." she says, looking at Six for his answer.

Six nods at her. "I won't look away." he simply says.

"Okay." she mutters before resting her left arm on the armrest and she bits her lips hard to stifle a scream as her strong fingers dig into the bullet wound and she grunts in pain, trying to find the bullet in there and after a few seconds, she finds it but getting it out is going to be the hard task since her blood is making everything so slippery.

Lloyd grimaces at the sight of it. Six does, too. They didn't know that her healing herself would be like this. She was right. This was gory and disgusting. They've seen a handful of gory shit in their life, Lloyd was right, but this was nothing like anything they've ever seen. Especially seeing their precious Elle in so much pain like this. It makes them a little bit…vulnerable.

Six doesn't say anything. He knows he just has to let her do her thing. He trusts her to heal herself even though the process is painful to watch.

"Elle, are you sure that this process should be this barbaric? I think the doctor was a better idea." Lloyd remarks.

She groans out loud as her fingers finally take out the bullet and she hands it to Lloyd with two of her bloody fingers pinching it.

He scowls, leaning back from her. "I don't want the fucking bullet. Throw it."

Elle chuckles in a shaky breath. "Yeah, could you throw it for me?" she innocently asks just to tease him.

"Absolutely not. Throw it yourself." he quickly says.

She rolls her eyes. "Fine." she says, throwing the bullet onto the floor with her blood all over it.

Lloyd grimaces at that before his eyes dart to her again. "You need stitches after that fucking manual surgery you just had." he comments.

She scoffs, lifting her left arm to him as her wound slowly closes up and heals completely with a lot of her blood still around it but she's healed already. Just like that. Six sees it too, and he's relieved. He was a little bit worried for her during their walk home but he just kept it to himself, as usual.

"Oh. So you just need to take the bullet out and then it'll heal automatically? What about a stab wound?" Lloyd asks.

"If there's nothing on the knife that's inside of me, then it should heal itself." she replies.

"What if someone shot you in the head?" he asks.

"Then maybe I'll die. I don't know. Or I could still have the time to take it out. What I know is, I don't feel pain as much as other humans do. I feel it ten times less." Elle explains.

Lloyd nods. "Alright. Get on with that barbaric process of yours. I need to make a report with Denny. Wait, I haven't asked. What the fuck happened out there?" he finally asks.

She softly chuckles. "Took you long enough. Yeah, four local men tried to kidnap me but two of them shot Six and then I killed one of them with a brain aneurysm. After that, I chased the two who shot Six to their car but they shot me and then I blew up their car. And then they died. Obviously." Elle explains in her own way.

He frowns. "Fucking hell. You could've at least called. I got here an hour before this all happened. Why did they even try to kidnap you?" Lloyd asks.

Elle frowns. "Wait. You got here before everything? Why?" she questions him.

He shrugs. "Just wanted to check up on you. Both of you. Something could've happened and I was right." he pauses, "So, why did they do it?" he repeats his question.

She looks at him with raised eyebrows. "Seriously? I'm the fucking weapon, Lloyd. Clearly, people are still after me to use me as their weapon here, in this city. I just didn't know that it would happen in my own neighborhood where it should've been safe. Now innocent civilians are shot because of me. Because they were after me." Elle blames herself as usual.

"No. Don't blame yourself again, Elle. That wasn't your fault." Six tells her, slowly straightening up in his seat.

Lloyd nods. "Yeah, we could've never predicted it. I guess I should've had some of our agents with you earlier."

Elle squints his eyes at him. "This isn't about me. I don't give a fuck about what happens to me but the civilians—"

He cuts her off. "But I do. I give a fuck. You're my first priority in this mission, Elle. Not the civilians or the missions assigned from the agency. But you are. You have to know that." Lloyd makes it clear for her. He's using a harsh tone but he's not raising his voice.

He needs her to know that he could care less about anyone else but her because he takes his missions seriously. He could quite literally let someone die just to save her or keep her safe. And it's strictly for the mission only — at least that's what he's saying to convince himself and her.

She slowly nods at him, her eyes darting back and forth to Six and Lloyd as a small silence rests between them.

"I know. I know that." Elle softly says.

"Good. You should keep that in mind whenever you start talking about someone else's life above yours. Yours matter the most because you're valuable." he tells her.

"Right. So everyone else is just worthless and deserves to die?" she harshly retorts.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, his eyes bore into hers as he leans closer to her. "That's not what I meant." he grits out before realizing, "No, you know what I meant. You always do. You're too smart sometimes. It gets annoying." he comments.

"Yeah, I'm more valuable than everyone else because my abilities could help a lot of people so therefore I can't die because then who would save everyone else? Who would become the hero they all so desperately need?" Elle retorts.

He scoffs. "It's impossible to be a hero. You know that already. And it's not just that. The CIA wants your abilities for a lot of things that don't involve you being the hero. I don't know what exactly that is but you should know that they're…twisted. So that's why you're so valuable. There's no one else like you. Literally." Lloyd tells her.

She gulps. Is what he's saying true? Or is he just trying to scare her? Deep down inside of her knows that he is telling the truth. But she wants to deny it. Even if it's just for a while. To keep her calm and not jump into conclusions.

Six winces a little, starting to cough up a little blood from his mouth. "Shit," he mutters under his breath but this living room is too quiet and too small so everyone heard that.

Lloyd and Elle have been bickering too much that they forgot that Six is still bleeding out from two bullet wounds.

Elle immediately gets up from her seat and walks to him. She doesn't feel as much pain anymore with her other arm healed already even though the arm that still has a bullet inside is still bleeding out.

She stands beside him, placing a hand on his. "Okay, I'm going to heal you now. It's going to be a much simpler process than mine. And not barbaric. I promise."

Six frowns. "You haven't healed your other arm yet." he mutters.

She casually shakes her head. "It doesn't hurt that much now that the other arm has healed. I heal differently than you, Six. I also feel pain differently. You can actually die from a gunshot but I can't. I never can. So, let me heal you now so we could get this over with and I could take a long, cold shower in my own bathroom."

He slowly nods his head before she hovers her hand on the bullet wound on his shoulder and her other hand on the bullet wound on his arm while focusing her powers on it as she chants a healing spell that she made herself under her breath and for him, it feels a little hot for his skin but not exactly painful.

And after a few seconds, he could slowly feel his wounds closing up and healing as the pain went away while the bullets bounce away, landing on her palms.

"Wow," Six mutters under his breath as her hands leave his shoulder and arm while her lips curve into a smile, seeing him better and healed. His eyes look up at hers and his lips slowly tug into a small smile as Lloyd sees it and he didn't even know the man could smile like that. Because it's genuine. It's not a polite or a formal smile but it's a real one. He wants to actually smile because of her.

Elle turns around to Lloyd. "Hey, maybe we should stay the night here just for tonight. If someone's coming after me again, we could finish it. They know I'd be here. But just for safety reasons, I'll be putting up a barrier spell for this house so anyone except for all of us can't enter the house."

He frowns. "The penthouse is way safer."

She huffs. "I can't put up a barrier spell for the penthouse."

"Why not?" Lloyd asks, pulling his eyebrows together.

"Because it's a whole goddamn building, Hansen. I'm not that powerful. Besides, if we're just going to be hiding in the penthouse, this would never be over. I just want to make sure. If they're not after me anymore, then that's good. We can come back to the penthouse tomorrow morning." Elle makes a plan.

He eventually nods, agreeing with her plan as he stands up from his seat and looks down at her with his gaze almost softened.

"I'll find who did this. And then I'll chop their fucking head off, okay?" Lloyd softly tells her in a genuine tone as if he's not talking about murder.

It's not necessarily his job to kill anyone that hurt her but he wants to. Lloyd's frustrated that someone dared to hurt his precious weapon and he sure as hell won't let them get away with it — he's going to do much worse than just chop their head off, he's going to think of thousands of ways to torture a human until they're begging him to kill them.

Plus, if anything worse had happened to her, Denny's going to want his head for it. But this is so much more than just the mission. It's her. He didn't like seeing her hurt like that. He can't explain why but he just didn't like it.

She hums in response. "Yeah. Okay. So, there's only two rooms in this house. The guest bedroom and my room. The guest bedroom should be for the agents so they could rest for a while and exchange shifts to guard the house. And, well…I guess we could all sleep in my room? It's a big enough bed and there's no other choice." she explains to them while looking at both of them.

Six quietly chuckles. Lloyd frowns, wanting to protest but he knows it is the only choice. He's not going to just sleep in the penthouse and leave her alone, out of his sight again.

"Fine. But you're sleeping in the middle." Lloyd finally agrees.

Elle snickers. "Where else would I be?" she jokes instead, making the situation a little bit lighter and less awkward as Six quietly smiles at them.

Sleeping all together would definitely be extremely awkward, though.

Lloyd moves to walk towards the entrance of the door before turning to them while gripping the door handle. "I'm going to inform the agents. Oh, and you two need a shower. You both stink of a lot of blood and it's disgusting. But, shower separately, of course." he tells them.

Six and Elle both chuckle in sync as he proceeds to open the door and leave them.

She turns to him with a smile. "You should go shower first. I need to heal my other arm. Oh, and there's some extra clothes your size in a small bottom drawer in my room. It's my dad's clothes that he left but don't worry, I washed all of it. I still keep it in case someone needs it, you know. They're pretty nice clothes so it's a waste if I just threw it all away." Elle tells him.

Six nods, the corner of his lips twitching. "It is a little weird that I'd be wearing your dad's clothes." he remarks.

She giggles. "Well, you kinda have no more choice. There's no stores here."

He nods again, getting up from his seat. "Alright, then. I'll go shower. Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you while you heal yourself?" Six softly offers.

Elle shakes her head, tapping his arm. "I'll be fine. It's gory, remember?"

"I know. But I'd still watch you no matter how gory or disgusting it is, Elle." he tells her, his hands brushing her hair out of her face as he cups her face and she slowly smiles up at him.

She sighs softly. "Six, thank you, for protecting me earlier. I know it was your job but it felt a little more than that, you know. It felt…affectionate in some way. No one's ever made me feel like that before. No one was ever there to protect me."

"But I failed. That man was about to kidnap you and I just stood there—" he blames himself but she cuts him off.

"You still tried to. It matters to me, at least. It matters a lot. You were distracted and that's okay." She tries to reassure him.

Six gently scoffs. "Yeah, for the first time ever. But it won't happen again. I swear."

She slowly nods, putting her hand above his. "I know. I know, Six." she whispers.

Another silence rests between them as they stare into each other's eyes again, trying to remind themselves of what it was like to have a peaceful moment with just them, before all the chaos and bloodshed interrupted them.

Six was compromised. He wasn't just distracted. If this was a real mission, he would've failed for the first time ever. The infamous Sierra Six failed one simple mission because of a girl. Even the CIA would've laughed at that. Out of all the other agents or assets, he's the only one who's never failed one single mission throughout all these years. Sure, there were obstacles and problems but in the end, he always figured it out and finished his job right, no matter what.

Lloyd's failed a few missions before. But those were extremely hard missions or even impossible ones that took weeks and extra planning and extra budget, as well. And that was okay that he failed. It was reasonable. He wasn't trained as hardcore as Six was. He wasn't trained to survive for days or think critically in every kind of scenario or work under pressure.

So if Six had failed one of these missions, he'd probably get fired or get killed. At least that's what he thinks. It isn't so bad if he failed once — a lot of agents or assets have failed and they were fine. But he doesn't want to. Not even once. He has to make sure he doesn't fail now. He needs to be himself again, before meeting Elle.

Cold. Uncompromised. Focused. Uncaring. Nonchalant. That is what he was and still is.

He's not going to act like that towards her or even Lloyd. Just that he needs to start acting like that again during missions, which will be next week. So he's going to be completely unbothered even if he sees her hurt or in danger — he'll still help her if she needs it but if she says she's got it then he won't help her because he trusts her enough to protect herself. But most importantly, he won't feel anything when he sees her hurt so he won't get distracted.

Because if he feels, that's when shit could go sideways.

Elle cocks her head to the side. "Six? Go take a shower before I change my mind for you to go first." she snaps him out of his thoughts.

Six softly chuckles. "Okay, okay. Fine. I'll go. You gonna stay right here?" he asks, his hands leaving her face.

She nods. "Yeap. Actually, I think I need to do a few more things before I can finally shower and relax." she informs him.

He nods. "Alright." Six simply says before walking past her to go towards her bedroom that's right in the far corner.

Elle sits back down in his seat and sighs, leaning her arms against the armrests as she looks down on her other bloody arm that still has a bullet inside it while she hears Lloyd order his agents around outside, being all bossy and stubborn like he usually is.

She can't believe that she has to share a bed with him.

***

Elle hasn't had the time to even rest yet.

She's been too busy with handling everything here.

From calming her dogs down, cleaning her blood with a bunch of meds, securing the house and the perimeter with a barrier spell, telling the agents to remain hidden and discreet from all her neighbours to avoid questions and getting groceries for the night at her local grocery store.

Six and Lloyd have been holed up in her room for the whole afternoon and night now. It's about 8pm now. Six is quietly watching television on her bed. Lloyd is scrolling through his phone on a chair beside her bed. They're both bored.

They're waiting for her as she's cooking dinner in her kitchen. Lloyd already insisted on getting takeouts earlier but she refused.

She's extremely stubborn.

Lloyd finally puts his phone down and glances at Six, whose eyes are still focused on some movie on the TV as he rests his head on the white wall, laying his entire body on the bed. He's tired. He wishes Elle is right beside him right now but she's been busy.

"Six." Lloyd calls out and his eyes immediately dart to his icy blue ones.

"Yeah?" Six replies.

"How old is she?" he asks, quietly and it almost comes out as a whisper.

Six frowns. "Why do you suddenly ask?"

Lloyd shrugs. "I don't know. I'm bored. And the question has been itching my head. I guess I should've asked back at the bar."

Six nods. "Yeah, you should've. Alright, okay, she's 29. Technically."

He frowns. "Are you sure? Was she drunk when she told you that? Oh wait, she can't get drunk. No. That's not possible, she looks way younger than fucking 29 years old."

He quietly chuckles, shaking his head. "She told me that she ages slower."

Lloyd nods. "Okay, how slow? Ten years slower? Five?"

Six casually shrugs. "I don't know, Lloyd. Maybe? What does she look like to you?"

He furrows his brows, cocking his head to the side. "Like, 21 or 23?" he guesses.

He chuckles again. "Jesus, Lloyd. That's way too young."

"Well, I don't know. She looks like it."

Six frowns again. "Why do you want to know, anyway?" he asks again.

Lloyd sputters. "Curiosity. I don't know. Boredom. Not that I'd have to know if it's legal or not to fuck her. Of course it is since she let us f—"

He cuts her off. "Let's not objectify her like that. Sure, she's a weapon. But she's still a human being. Treat her like one."

"I am. She means more than just a weapon to me. Somehow." Lloyd says, creasing his eyebrows as he gives him a suspicious look. "Wait. Why are you always defending her? Are you…are you fucking her, Six?" he accuses.

Six rolls his eyes. "If I am, what does it matter?" he snaps.

Lloyd frowns at his attitude. It's not very him. "Why have you been so different ever since we landed in Jakarta? It's like you're a whole different person. You usually don't talk much or even give an attitude. Is it her? Did she manage to change the infamous Sierra Six? That's bad, Six." he confronts him.

He frowns. "I didn't change, Hansen. I just chose to keep everything to myself before her. She's…good at listening to me. She's a good person. Despite the circumstances."

He scoffs. "Yeah, or she's also good at something else." Lloyd smirks at his own words as he immediately gets what he's saying.

Six shakes his head. "No. We're not—no. But I could ask you the same thing. Do you want to, you know, fuck her? I saw the way you talk to her and how you look at her. I'm an observer." he confronts him.

"More like an over-observer." He retorts, clicking his tongue before rolling his eyes and letting out an exasperated exhale. "Whatever, fine. If I wanted to, so what? Not like it fucking matters anymore. I can't have her." Lloyd finally admits and it hangs between them. They're both quiet again.

He usually wouldn't admit anything to anyone especially Six of all people but right at this moment, he doesn't really have anyone else but him and he understands Lloyd. He doesn't judge, that he knows. He wouldn't make snarky comments, either. He just listens. That's all he needs.

Six nods. "Why not?" he asks in the middle of their silence.

"Didn't think you'd ask anything." he mumbles before contemplating on whether to tell him or not but it's useless anyway keeping it hidden in his head. "Well, you know why. She's our weapon. The CIA's weapon, too. We're working with her. Our teammate, technically."

He gently scoffs. "That's not why."

Lloyd sighs. "Yeah, it's not. Well, because I don't do that shit. Commitment. Even if we're just fucking and nothing else. I can only fuck her, I'm stuck with her."

"You want to fuck other people too?" he asks.

"Maybe. I just get bored so easily. I get so obsessed with one person and then after I'm done using them, I just forget why I was even obsessed with them in the first place and then I leave them. But in this case, as I said earlier, we're teammates. We work together. I can't just ignore her or even leave her." he bluntly confesses.

Six nods. "That's called sociopathic tendencies, Hansen. It's your nature. But it's still salvageable. You could change it yourself. Only you could do it."

Lloyd scoffs. "What are you, a motivator now? I don't need the pep-talk, Six. Or any sort of advice you have in your mind. I'm good, thanks." he harshly says.

"I was just saying." he mumbles quietly.

He sighs again, getting up from his seat as he moves to sit beside Six and he frowns confusedly at his action.

"Are you willing to share? Serious question." Lloyd asks, really quietly so she can't hear them from outside.

Six lifts his eyebrows in surprise, realizing that he's talking about sharing her. "I can. But can you? And we need her consent first. We need to make sure it's really what she wants."

His eyes darted away from him to think clearly. "I don't even know if it's what I want. Whatever, forget it. It's not going to work."

He sighs softly, about to say something but the door opens by none other than Elle.

"What's not going to work?" She walks in with a smile on her face and a question about something distinct she overheard from Lloyd.

Lloyd turns around to her. "Nothing. Is dinner ready?" he asks.

Elle cocks her head to the side, leaning on her door frame as she crosses her arms against her chest and stares at both of them. "Yeah. Looks like you guys are getting cozy with each other." she remarks.

Six's lips form into a small smile. "What'd you cook?" he asks her.

Her eyes move to his. "Boxed mac and cheese. Sorry guys, I'm too tired to cook a full meal. And I'm guessing that I'm probably not going to have a good night's sleep tonight with both of you sandwiching me." Elle complains.

Lloyd chuckles loudly. "Aw, sweetheart. Don't act like you're not going to enjoy being in bed with the both of us." he taunts her, as usual.

She rolls her eyes at him. "Not with you. You're probably going to take up the whole space or kick me in your sleep or something." she accuses. Possibly accurate.

He scoffs. "I won't do that. I'm not even going to hurt you in your sleep. Even my subconscious knows that you're way too precious for that." Lloyd retorts.

"Again with the precious shit. I'm only okay with it if Six says it. He says it better." Elle comments with a small smirk on her lips.

He frowns, rolling his eyes as Six chuckles quietly and he stands up from the bed, walking to her.

"Let's all have dinner, shall we?" Lloyd declares, with a fake smile at her as Six gets off of her bed and walks to them.

She nods, humming in approval, looking at both of them standing beside each other in sweatpants and a tight shirt because apparently her dad's shirts are too small for them, it's quite literally stretching on their chests, their muscular arms, their biceps and something crosses her mind before snapping out of it quickly.

They're so fucking hot. Both of them. Together. I need them. Both.

She blinks, shaking her head to brush off those nasty thoughts. "Yeap. Let's." Elle declares too, smiling at both of them with that charming and innocent smile of hers.

***

Dinner was fast. Too fast.

They were starving. Elle, especially.

Everytime she uses her powers for huge stuff, she gets really hungry. Because food is fuel after all. It's her version of recharge.

Not that she ever needs to recharge her powers, anyway. Her powers are basically unlimited and too powerful for a limitation.

They're all at her small, long dining table.

Elle and Lloyd are across from each other and Six is sitting in the middle, but closer to her.

They haven't said a word to each other at all. They're too busy chomping on their food. This is quiet and peaceful for her.

She can only hear their steady heartbeats, her dogs sleeping and snoring on the floor, the agents barely moving or talking and the cricket noises of the night.

She hasn't given today much thought. She usually overthinks and analyzes everything that happens in her life. She knows that it was an act of anger earlier today. Just like what happened in that lab. Her emotions got the best of her and she reacted with her powers. But this felt more personal than the incident last week. She saw Six hurt, someone close to her, hurt by them. So she killed them all without hesitating.

Though truth be told, she didn't have to kill them. It wasn't exactly a life or death situation with the other three men. They weren't going to hurt them anymore, they were about to leave. But she didn't want to let them go. She just didn't. Something in her urged her to do it.

She just wanted to send a message to whoever sent them. To not fuck with her or she'll blow them up to pieces. It worked, since no one has tried to come after her tonight.

Lloyd suddenly clears his throat. "I wasn't going to talk about it but I kind of have to. Elle, were there any witnesses earlier? Did you make sure no one saw you? You have to learn how to be clean in these sorts of situations. Six should've killed them. I think he'd be more discreet." he states, rudely.

She scoffs. "Discreet? Nothing about both of you says discreet. If Six had killed them, they'd make too much noise since they'd be beaten up by them. And no, no one saw us. We were in a secluded neighborhood before and that's where it all happened. We were sort-of distracted."

He frowns, leaning forward onto the table with his arms leaned on it. "Doing what?"

Six looks at him. "Walking." he interjects.

"Then how were you distracted?" he asks again.

Elle shrugs casually. "We just were. Anyway, if you're done with all the interrogation, I'm going to have dessert." she announces, rising up from her chair as she grabs her dirty plate.

Lloyd rolls his eyes. "It wasn't an interrogation. Just a simple question. That's it." he clarifies.

She walks to her kitchen, placing down the plate on the kitchen sink before walking to her small fridge and opens it to find sweet snacks. "I don't know, Lloyd. It sure sounded like one." she mutters softly.

"Fine. Maybe it was, but I needed to know why you were distracted. You both can't be distracted. You're on a goddamn mission." He states.

Elle frowns, turning to him with a small mango yogurt pack in her hands. "We weren't on a mission earlier. It was just a walk. For fuck's sakes, have you never had a single fucking normal walk in your life, Hansen? Why's it gotta be a mission with you all the damn time?" she snaps while opening her yoghurt and taking out the small plastic spoon inside of it.

"Because it's what we're here for." Lloyd says as a matter-of-factly.

She rolls her eyes. "Please. Spare me the bullshit of you actually taking this mission seriously when you didn't even want to be here in the first place." Elle retorts, taking a spoonful of the yogurt and tasting it.

"But I'm here now, aren't I? That's all that matters." he tells her, in a serious but soft tone.

She's speechless as she stands behind the fridge with her eyes glued to his. She has nothing else to say or to talk back. He is right. He hasn't tried to flee away from this country or rent a chopper or book a plane ticket to Paris or anywhere — because under any different circumstance, he would've done all that in a blink of an eye. But he is trying to take this mission seriously. He needs to. He still can't figure out why but he does. He needs this mission to work and to keep her safe.

She slowly nods. "Yeah, you're right." she softly mumbles, walking to her chair.

Lloyd's lips curve into a small, satisfied smirk. "Sorry, what was that? Couldn't hear you, sweetheart." he teases her as Six tries to hold in a soft laugh.

She huffs frustratedly. "You heard me, Lloyd. I know you did. Anyhow, want a mango yoghurt?" she offers him, lifting her yoghurt.

He shakes his head. "No thanks, I prefer a sweeter dessert." he teases her again, his smirk growing wider.

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head as her lips try to hide a smile. "Whatever. More to myself, I guess. After this, I'm going to get ready for bed. So, see you there." she tells both of them.

"We're going back to the penthouse first thing in the morning." Lloyd sternly tells them.

Elle nods. Six nods, too.

She sits back on her chair, turning to him with a tired smile on her lips while she shoves a spoonful of yoghurt into her mouth, carefully. Six stares down at her lips and there's nothing more he wants right now than to kiss those soft lips of hers, not giving a shit that Lloyd is right here with them. But of course, he can't. He's controlled. He has too much self control sometimes. More than he wants.

Kiss me.

His eyes are telling her something as she responds back with her eyes lighting up at his and her smile widening. She got his message. They're communicating with their eyes again. They don't know how exactly they're doing it but it's definitely not because of a spell she casted or one of her abilities. It's just their connection. It's weird, though. They've only known each other for two days and it already feels like their souls are attached together. But it's not that complicated. Their bond is simple. They both went through the same thing and want the same thing.

Comfort. And a little love, too.

They both could offer each other that.

Elle clears her throat. "I'm going to bed." she declares.

And do something before that.

***

The cold water from the shower hits her bare skin and she closes her eyes to let herself enjoy the nice sensation as she moves her face closer to the water while the world suddenly froze and went silent.

At least for her.

She can't hear anything now. Just the sound of water drowning her face, making everything around her sound muffled.

Six is outside, strolling around the area of her house to check for any unwanted intruders with one of the agents before letting himself sleep and relax.

Lloyd is outside too, but he's alone. He's getting some drinks before the local store closes. The store doesn't really sell a lot of choices for alcohol, especially for the specific expensive brands he wants. But at least he has something to get him through the night. He bought a bottle of whiskey and a few bottles of beers that he knows she likes. He's almost home now.

Elle retreats from the shower to grab her shampoo and body wash from the soap rack attached to the wall. Her bathroom is dark. She likes it that way when she's at home. Her room is already way too bright so it's enough light since she lets the bathroom door open wide.

She's not even aware that any of the guys could walk in right now and see her naked bare ass as her back is turned, even get a clear view of it too despite the darkness here. It's not that she's completely oblivious of their presence, it's that she just wants to forget about everything now by relaxing herself with a cold shower. She's still thinking about how easy she just killed four men today. And she doesn't even feel an ounce of guilt in her. Which is good. She was getting tired of guilt.

But now it makes her question herself. If she doesn't feel guilty of what she's done, then does she feel…satisfied with what she did? She knows that this wasn't exactly something that she would do for absolutely no reason. She did it for a completely reasonable reason. It had a purpose for what she did. It sent a message. It wasn't just revenge.

And it's not like anyone's judging her actions or punishing her for it. It's only her. She's the problem here. Her own problem.

As she pours the shampoo in her hand and scrubs it through her hair, she could hear the distinct sounds of her house door open and she could only guess if it's Six or Lloyd. She hopes it's Six so he could catch her like this. She'd been dying to touch him or at least kiss him properly but this could turn out better than that. Way better.

She gets closer to the shower again, letting the water wash the soap off of her hair and drowning her face against the water as she closes her eyes again, blocking out all the noises and trying to ignore the tingles in her stomach of waiting for Six to come in and see her naked like this.

The door opens and it's not Six.

It's Lloyd. Coming with the drinks. He didn't realize she was showering yet until he came in and closed the door casually.

He certainly did not expect the view he's seeing right now from the door. Perhaps, he should've knocked first. It is her room. Not his. Or theirs. Plus, he should've known better that she'd be showering. She did say that she was going to get ready for bed and obviously, she was going to shower. But it's not like he knew that she was going to shower right at this moment.

He's frozen in his tracks as his eyes slowly examine her back and bare ass while she showers. Her ass looks fucking amazing from this angle. It's perfect. Her jeans and cotton shorts aren't doing much justice showing the curves of her actual ass. Her back is completely clean. No scars or old wounds. She heals too quickly to keep them long enough. He could see the soap washing off from her hair. He doesn't even know why he's still staying here. He knows it's so fucking wrong to watch her like this. He shouldn't. But his entire body is betraying himself. It's refusing to move and walk away right now or pretend to not see her.

Fuck. Why does she torture me like this?

This is really testing him. The whole day, he's been restraining himself from his desire for her. The temptation of her. She's fucking irresistible. He wishes that she isn't but then that would make this entire mission boring and he'd probably flee this city right away if it was like that. Truth be told, he likes that he can't touch her or fuck her even though he so badly wants to. And he usually gets what he wants all the time.

But this time, he doesn't.

She hums a random song as she discards her face from the water and slightly smirks at the sound of a fast beating heartbeat in this room.

"Six? Is that you?" Elle asks.

Lloyd immediately turns away and walks to her desk, placing the drinks there.

"Nope. It's Lloyd. I got us drinks." he tries to keep his voice casual as if he didn't just see her bare naked ass just now.

She immediately frowns. She was expecting Six. Not fucking Lloyd. He's no fun for her. She's okay with him but she doesn't have the desire to kiss him or fuck him anymore. He was right when he told her that the fun's over after the night at the bar. He's too uptight for her.

And she doesn't think that he wants anything to do with her like that. She perceives Lloyd as a man who's disciplined in his job — even though his methods are rather messy and brutal but again, he still does his damn job no matter what. So, she thinks that fucking her would ruin his focus on the mission.

Six can compartmentalize well and differentiate between work and her and sex. That's why he's allowed himself to be with her now and she knows that.

"That's great. I'll be out in a minute!" she tells him before continuing to shower and to attempt to literally drown her frustration of not getting to have a little shower sex with Six tonight.

Lloyd clears his throat, opening a bottle of the whiskey he brought as he proceeds to gulp the drink as fast as he can while it burns his throat and drips on his stache.

He's going to need to drink this whole bottle if he's going to sleep in a bed next to someone he's got a hard-on for.

***

Sleep. Get through the night. That's all they have to do here.

Yet, none of them are even close to sleep now.

Elle is laying down between Lloyd and Six on her bed with them laying on their side.

They're all wide awake. Can't sleep at all.

The TV's on to help her sleep. The lights are switched off already. Even half of the agents are asleep in the guest bedroom and her dogs, too.

Everyone is asleep except for them.

Six is backed onto the wall, his hands tugging on her stomach as their legs are kind-of tangled together while they all share a thick blanket so Lloyd can't see that they're both too close.

"Go to sleep." she mumbles in the middle of their silence in this room.

Lloyd glares at her. "Are you talking to yourself? Because you're definitely not asleep either." he retorts.

"I do have a hard time sleeping. It's not because of this." Elle admits, not wanting to get into details of her pills.

Six leans closer to her ear. "Just try to sleep. Like last night." he whispers softly in her ears and she hums in response, laying on her side facing Lloyd because this is her comfortable sleep position.

Lloyd squints his eyes at both of them, skeptically. They're way too close and he could see that now. They're definitely fucking.

He gently scoffs. "You guys are fucking. I knew it." he accuses in a less harsh tone he usually uses.

Her head turns to him immediately with a scowl on her face. "Fuck off, Lloyd."

"I wish I could. But I'm stuck here, Elle." He says her name in a harsh way as she rolls her eyes at him.

Six says nothing. They've kind-of discussed this already and even though he was real subtle and vague about it, he should've connected the dots already. Lloyd asked him if he was willing to share earlier. He knows. He's just trying to make her confess it herself. But before he's going to force a confession out of her, Six needs to stop that.

He tiredly sighs, lazily moving his hand up from her stomach to her chest as he tugs her closer to him until their bodies are pressed against each other and she gasps softly at his sudden action. Lloyd can clearly see his hand outside of the blanket and he's doing this on purpose. She caught him staring at them as she quickly looked away from his eyes pining hers.

"You got a problem with it?" Six asks, glaring at him, curiously.

He breaks into a short chuckle. "No, as long as you don't fuck during missions." Lloyd retorts.

She laughs softly. "Well I can't promise you that especially when I have a spell that could literally cloak us, make us invisible. But I'm joking. Obviously." Elle jokes with an easy smile on her lips for both of them.

Six chuckles quietly, burying his face against her hair. She smells of her fresh shampoo and her body wash as her hair is still a little wet from her shower. She smells like lavender and something fruity. She smells sweet, just like how he likes it. He's addicted to her smell, ever since that night in the bar.

"Wouldn't mind if you weren't." he murmurs into her ears as quietly as possible and thanks to the sound of the TV, Lloyd can't hear it at all.

That's a sweet lie. He would never fuck up missions like that. It's not very him. Missions are extremely important to him — even if it's the easiest one. Though, that's something Lloyd would probably do if the mission is too easy and too boring for him. He did it once or twice without anyone knowing, somewhere in Finland, a few months ago.

Lloyd huffs softly. "Can we all agree that we should sleep, like now?"

Elle nods at him. "Yes. Absolutely. We have training tomorrow, right?" she asks.

"Yeah. I'll be training you. Six can watch." he replies in a not-so uptight tone as if he's almost...teasing.

She giggles quietly. Six chuckles through his nose. It's a silly moment. But a pleasant one. Because after this, after they start working on missions, it won't be so nice and peaceful and loose and chill anymore. It'll be serious and tense. Maybe it'll even change things between them. Elle won't change, though. She's not used to changes. She likes to be consistent and stay on the same track no matter what and she's determined on it, too.

Six is used to change. Lloyd, too. Their life is always changing, moving from another country to another. But they both don't want any of this to change. It's nice, it's normal. And it's probably the only nice and normal thing that they have in their life right now. It's closest to it, at least.

Her. Elle. She's their normal.

"I'm sleeping." she declares before she moves her body closer to Six even though they're already stuck like glue together as she finally closes her eyes, her head relaxing into her pillow and she lets out a soft sigh and he looks down at her with a small and relaxed smile on his lips.

Lloyd's tired eyes stare at her for a while to appreciate this despite all of his grumbles and complaints earlier, he gets to see her for the last time of the day and tomorrow morning, she'll be the first for him to see. He's never slept with anyone — actually sleeping with them, tangled in a bed with them and waking up next to them. He's never done that. He doesn't like that.

But he makes an exception for this. Not like he had a choice. He wasn't going to sleep on the floor or the chair.

Six likes her because he gets to enjoy the little and normal things in life with her. Like sleeping next to someone for nights just for comfort and not because they've just fucked and it's a one-night stand — he's always had one-night stands, it was easier for him because of his life, no, his work. His own life revolves around his work so he can't really call it his life — he doesn't have one.

Lloyd and Six catch each other staring at her at the same time. They say nothing because they do not want to wake her and disrupt her precious sleep. They care about her too much to do that.

"You two, sleep. I can still hear your heartbeats that are very much awake." she tells them with her eyes still closed and both of them glare down at her in sync.

"Your super senses are starting to get annoying." Lloyd barely says as he is already tired but he's forcing his eyes to open and she could tell.

"Go to sleep, Lloyd." she says and he grunts in response.

Six plants a soft kiss on her hair before shutting his eyes and letting sleep take over him. Lloyd takes after him, closing his eyes and allowing his whole body to relax and finally sleep, right next to her.

They're finally asleep. At ease. Calm. Tranquil. Quiet.

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #court gentry x reader #court gentry x y/n #court gentry #chris evans fanfiction #the gray man #sierra six x reader #sierra six #ryan gosling #lloyd hansen x ofc #court gentry x female reader #sierra six x y/n #sierra six x female reader #lloyd hansen x innocent!reader #the gray man fanfiction #lloyd hansen x you #sierra six smut #lloyd hansen smut #court gentry smut

[procuder]

I don't get it why did Hellkaros want Kim Suho so much what more can he do for him?

Welcome to procuder's glue archive. Due to our lack of information, almost everything here comes from my own perspective. There will be slight spoilers. (railroad arc.)

If you asked why Hellkaros wanted Kim Suho that much, we have to go back and look at why Hellkaros became interested in Lloyd. (Kim Suho.)

For me, it started with Lloyd and Javier succeeding in killing the Hell Knight, Giolexius. That was a big achievement and one of hell's losses in manpower. Hellkaros became more interested in this man. At first, he was just interested in Lloyd's singing.

They meet for the first time in Lloyd's dream after Hellkaros takes up some of his precious free time and his busy work schedule to meet up with Lloyd. (definitely not gay sir I got you) They have some conversation. Lloyd says what he did was just self-defense and Hellkaros was also interested in using Lloyd's cries as a torture device in Purgatory lmao. At first, Lloyd thought it was just a weird dream, so he didn't pay any attention to it.

Of course, he later realized that it wasn't just a dream.

After they meet again in hell. Lloyd came to see him while Hellkaros was busy. Lloyd made a proposal that if Hellkaros listened to him, he would help Hellkaros achieve his goal, get off work. And that was the beginning of the whole story.

And after talking about the construction of the railway and various details for 20 minutes (that the Webcomic shortened it to just half a chapter), Hellkaros came to several conclusions from this conversation.

He is a smart guy who can quickly connect the dots. After living only work for 670,000 years without a break, he constantly worried and lived in hopelessness that one day he would have the same fate as the previous Hell King. That desperation disappeared after considering the benefits he would receive after accepting Lloyd's proposal. It's pretty simple, right? It's similar to how it's easy for people to fall in love with someone when they're in some difficult situations. To me, Hellkaros is like that (I mean it's similar...)

He will be able to live a life he has never been before in 670,000 years. He will be able to rest. He would no longer have to help those foolish Satans and work himself into pieces that he didn't have to do. He would be able to quit these sickening works that couldn't even be shared with the other Satans under his command at the castle. He would no longer end up like the old Hell King, and he would no longer have to worry about anything. These were all the enormous benefits he would receive if he accepted Lloyd's offer. Of course, with just a short conversation, Hellkaros would even want Lloyd to take his place. It didn't mean that Hellkaros wanted Lloyd to take over as Hell King. He didn't hate being the Hell King. It could be said that he preferred to do his own routine and let Lloyd do all of his work. It's like being a secretary.

You can read this post for more glue of course :)

Yes, if he had this man to work for him. He will definitely receive more benefits.

So yeah. When people finally know the taste of freedom, we want to taste it more, right? I have to say that at first, he was just going to wait for Lloyd to die and come to Hell in order to work with him. But because Kim Suho is a good person, it was proof that Kim Suho's bad krama would be gone and not enough for Hellkaros to keep this man by his side. (Unbeknownst to him, if he were a little more patient, he might be able to negotiate with Lloyd himself. I mean, yeah, the restoration force of destiny stuff if you see my vision.)

He often imagined what he would do after he could get off work: soak in a lava tub, drink his favorite beverage, watch a series, read a novel, tell, legend. His desires were no different from those of a hard-working office worker. (I think it's very clear that he is presented in a way that many office workers, including me, could relate to him. I mean, his throne is even an office chair lol) (AND THE WEBCOMIC DECIDED TO CUT HIS IMAGINATION OFF I'M COMPLETELY FINE OKAY??)

That's why he had to do something to get Kim Suho to be by his side. I think you'll understand because, God, imagine working non-stop for 670,000 years. If I had to be gay and bring the person I really wanted by my side to be by my side, I would do that also /j

#an ask i received #tged #tged spoilers #hellkaros #lloyd frontera #character study #why can't they just give me more Hellkaros crumbs this is unfair #please talk about him...please I want more people I want more people #I'm so lonely /j

[thelikesoffinn]

I watched an american musical with a friend of mine and was once again reminded how different american musical theatre culture is compared to that in my country here in Europe.

The following happened: While we both really enjoyed the show, my friend turns to me towards the end and opened our conversation with

Friend: "Oh, but you know. The person that plays REDACTED."

Me: "Yeah, what about them?"

Friend: "Are they an understudy? They're not as good as the others. Their singing is still a bit lacking."

Me: *pokerface because I know that said person is definitely not an understudy and I also know why my friend would think they are*

Thing is: In my country, getting into musical theatre is extremely difficult. There's a lot of qualifications you have to meet and it's a long journey until you are fully there. That, of course, means that almost all of our actors and actresses are incredibly well trained and have, like, masters degrees in musical theatre with minor qualifications in dance, writing or music. (If they don't have those, which happenes rarely but does happen, they're basically Mozart of Musical Theatre and blessed with insane skills.)

And in the US that's not always the case. Not to say that most actors don't have that sort of education, but I've noticed that it's comparatively easier to get into the musical theatre scene even without all that prior shit.

I mean, I have read a vita along the following lines more than once so far:

Taylor 'Hunky' Jordan was born on october 12, 1999, in Santa Ana, California, as the child of a lawyer father and an accountant mother. As a child, he always dreamed of becoming a professional football star, and he spent all of middle - and high school preparing for his career as the best wide receiver ever.

After highschool, Taylor attended UCLA to get his degree in biochemistry while continuously honing his skills as a wide receiver thanks to his football scholarship.

His dream, however, was shattered just a day before his graduation. Slipping on a banana peel, Taylor injured his knee, thus loosing his dream of a career as a wide receiver.

Now forced to reconsider, Taylor decided that hey, I like to sing under the shower and I've seen high school musical! And if Troy Bolton could do it, so can I!

Now, at the age of 24, Taylor finally landed his first big role as "Generic Male Lead" in "Popular Broadway Musical" after starring in but two off-broadway productions!

Which is great and all, but you know what most vita's in my country look like? Here:

Oliver was born on the twelfth of December 1993 in RANDOM VILLAGE by RANDOM PROVINCE. From the start his parents knew he was meant to become an actor. His first words were "Then I defy you, stars!" And he was holding the script to Andrew Lloyd Webbers "Starlight Express" as he was born.

This was only cemented after seeing their four year old son perform the leading role in "The Rainbowfish" with his kindergarten group. Following that afternoon, his parents decided to hone their sons skills by sending him to Dementor Academy of Fine Arts in MOUNTAIN VILLAGE, where he would be trained in singing, dancing, acting, writing and algebra.

During school, Oliver starred in multiple shows and gathered enough experience to be accepted to Very Renouned University of Fine Arts in BIG CITY. There, under the instruction of his skilled instructors, he spent five years training hard to earn his masters degree in musical theatre.

While studying, he starred in many many many many productions as ensemble cast as well as understudy and walk-in-cover roles, polishing the skills his parents helped him hone even further.

Now, at the age of 30, he at last managed to land his first big role as "Male Lead" in "Musical That Has Been Extremely Popular In This Country Since The 80's" and we're all looking forward to see what the future will bring.

So needless to say, our main cast is often older, very skilled, and has a lot of experience. And that shows.

That is why my friend, to bring it all back, asked if that one person is an understudy. She mostly watches local musicals and is thus used to stellar performances, and anything less than that is mostly something done by understudies who are often still studying.

#musicals #musical theatre

[elm0w0rld]

Cole x F!Reader

➭ANGST.

Tw:

•anxiety

•depression

•su!c!d3

Thanks to abigaliaml for request!<3

Today ninjas had a day off. Its was rainy day but still beautiful. Cole decidet to go and talk to (reader) because they are childhood friends. Even tho they knew they can trust eachother, there is something that (reader) didnt want to tell Cole. When he was in her room, he noticed something on her nightstand. When he came closer he noticed that those are really strong pills for depression/anxiety. In a matter of seconds (reader) came back from toilet and she froze when she saw Cole hold her pills in his hand.

"COLE WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?! " she said when she realised what he is holding and then ran away from her room cursing herself under her breath for yelling at Cole.

"(Reader) wait!" He yelled still shocked from what he has seen. But sadly (reader) was nowhere to be found. He saw Nya outside and came uo to her.

"Nya did you see (reader)?!"

"Oh? Hi Cole and yes she said she is going to buy some new clothes, why?"

"Its nothing, thank you Nya!" He said waving 'bye' to Nya with his hand.

After hours of looking for her in all malls she have taken him, he never seen her in any of them. He came back finding (reader) talking with Jay. Then (reader) noticed Cole and said to Jay.

" *yawn* ah sorry Jay Im getting tried i think i will go to my room now. Byebye~"

"Bye (reader)~!!" Jay said back.

And she started running to her room. Cole ran after her pushing Jay to the floor (poor little boy :(. ) he didnt react in any way. (Reader) closed door to her room before Cole had a chance to catch her. He sighed and decidet to lether rest. And this is how next week looked. Next few days were really busy for ninjas (btw reader is like nurse for them bc its cool idea) and he wasnt able to talk to her. Everyday after he came back from his missions he went to (reader) (unless we had to treat ninjas wounds) but one day Sensei Wu had really bad news.

"I called all of you here because of very important reason." he said in really serious tone.

"Wait where is (reader)??" asked Lloyd.

"Yeah she never missed and meeting!" added Kai

At this point Cole knew what this might be about.

"Yes this is about her. She decidet to end her life today. She left a note for Cole."

The crew was silent. Some were crying and some were trying to be tough but deep down inside they were having a mental breakdown.

After a few days Cole decidet to read the note (reader) left him.

"Dear Cole

If you are reading this, it means Im not in this world anymore. Dont blame yourself, you always were the best friend I ever had. Please dont give up on your dreams.

(Reader)"

He didnt know what to say, he just got on his knees and started crying.

The next day it was (readers) funeral. Everyone came.

"Ah she was such a lovely girl.. who would think about such things..?"

"Poor girl.. My heart goes to her family and friends.."

There were many comments like this. She always helped anyone, that needed help. After a few hours people started leaving. Cole just sat there staring at her grave full of the prettiest flowers he has ever seen in his life.

"Hey Cole.. Its time to go.." Zane said

"Yea right..." he said and then whispered

"I love you.."

AHH IT WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANGST I HOPE IT IS GOOD!