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ladysharmaa · 1 month

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Kate mini version

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma x sis!reader

summary: Kate's sister is sent to live with Kate and Anthony by her mother who had to travel to India and couldn't take her. Feeling that she was unwanted and intruding on the Bridgerton couple's lives, Y/n starts acting distant. When Anthony and Kate realize this, they try to make Y/n see how much she is loved by everyone

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Y/n was sitting in her carriage for 5 minutes, not having the courage to open the door. She was outside the Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton mansion, in other words her sister and her brother-in-law. Her hands trembled in her lap as she took a deep breath to try to calm her anxiety and her irregular heartbeat.

Her mother Mary had to travel to India and decided to not let her youngest go with her. As Y/n was still too young to consider it safe to keep her at home alone, even with maids, Mary asked Anthony and Kate to welcome her into their home.

Ever since Mary's older daughter found a husband and went to live a new life, Y/n felt that her relationship with her mother got worse.

The house was quieter, both of them no longer had the usual company of the other sisters. It made Y/n realize how she couldn’t hold a conversation with Mary, at least not like Kate and Edwina. It also didn't help that Y/n was extremely similar to their father, who had already died. It seemed like Mary was grieving again for her late lover, and Y/n was the cause of it.

So, like a snowball effect, Y/n couldn't help but think that Kate and Anthony were just taking her in out of obligation, since they were family, but that she was actually considered a burden for them.

"Would you like for me to open the door, Miss?" the maid who accompanied her asked with a gentle smile.

"There is no need for that, Anne. Thank you." she replied, snapping out of her thoughts.

With a last deep breath, Y/n opened the door just as Anthony and Kate were leaving the house. As soon as she saw them, Y/n bowed slightly. When she lifted her head again she found the two of them with a smile directed at her. But even so, she had doubts, after all, in this society, everyone had learned to master the fake polite smile. Kate hurried to her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Y/n! It's so nice to have you here. The house can get so quiet when the Viscount is working. It'll be great to have our conversations like we had before." Kate whispered in her ear, Y/n only responding with a small smile.

Anthony approached the younger Sharma to greet her, Y/n bowing again. "Lord Bridgerton, thank you for your hospitality. It was very kind of you."

"By all means, Miss Y/n, you are family. Now let's come inside, Phillip can bring your belongings to your room." Anthony said, linking his arm with his wife and starting to head towards the room where the maids were setting the table for the tea.

Y/n followed behind the couple, her steps cautious. She looked at the huge mansion and sighed, her fears continuously running through her mind. This was going to be a very long month.

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It was still quite early, the sun's rays barely illuminating the mansion. However, Y/n was already awake and ready for the day. She went down to the kitchen, wanting to help the cooks and maids. It was the least she could do, since now they were cooking for one more person and the day before they had brought her a rather late meal since she didn't eat all of dinner.

The maids were surprised to see the youngest Sharma in the kitchen, tying an apron around her waist. However, with a lot of resistance on Y/n's part, they let the girl help. Y/n had a lot of fun, the maids had a good relationship with each other, throwing in some jokes from time to time that made her laugh.

Y/n was placing the last dish on the table. She had to admit that everything looked great. The food varied from fruit to various cakes and breads. Just in time, Anthony entered the kitchen, stopping in surprise when he saw Y/n there.

"Miss Sharma, I wasn't expecting you to be awake already. It's quite early."

"I'm a morning person, Lord Bridgerton." Y/n chuckled, running her hands down her dress nervously. She then pointed to the table, desperate not to remain in an awkward silence. "Breakfast is ready."

"I see that, everything looks great." he sat at the end of the table. Y/n remained standing, looking around, causing Anthony to hesitate before asking, "Aren't you going to sit down to eat too?"

"Oh! I already ate with the maids, thank you. Hm, is my sister awake?"

Anthony clears his throat, looking down. A frown appeared on Y/n's face when she saw the man's cheeks start to turn pink. "Your sister is still sleeping. She was not feeling well last night so she couldn't sleep much."

"Very well..." The girl nodded slowly. "I shall bring her tea when she wakes up. Until then, I was hoping I could go on for a walk in the gardens? Please?"

"Of course, Y/n, you don't have to ask." Anthony nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin after drinking some orange juice. "Do you want me to ask a maid to go with you and keep you company?"

"No, it's okay, I prefer to go alone."

"No problem. In the afternoon we should go to my mother's house to play pall-mall. It would be lovely if you decided to join us."

"Oh, I'm not sure yet. I wouldn't want to interrupt your family time." Y/n looked away so as not to show the sadness she felt.

She had never even met Anthony's family properly, only meeting them briefly at the couple's wedding. Either way, with all the stories she'd heard from Kate, she doubted she'd be able to fit into the family dynamic. She was afraid that Anthony was only extending the invitation to her out of obligation to now be living with them, after all, she had never been invited even when her two sisters were.

However, with all these thoughts, the girl did not see the frown that appeared on her sister's husband's face. What do you mean she didn't want to interrupt family time when it was part of it?

Although his family never spent much time with Y/n, it was just because since she was younger, they thought she would feel more comfortable with her mother instead of being dragged around with Edwina and Kate to every event. She had lost her father and moved countries, they didn't want to overwhelm her. However, Anthony's siblings really wanted to meet her, especially Francesca and Hyacinth, who wanted to have a new friend.

"Y/n, you are family. My siblings would love to spend more time with you, especially my sisters." Anthony finally said.

"I will think about it." Y/n offered him a small smile out of politeness. "I will be heading to the gardens. Let me know if you need me. Excuse me, Lord Bridgerton."

When Y/n finally left the dining room, Anthony rubbed a hand over his face in frustration. He really needed to talk to his wife about this.

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Y/n was lying down on the grass, enjoying the sun's rays that warmed her skin, when Kate found her. After Anthony told her about what happened at breakfast, Kate knew there was something wrong with her younger sister.

Anthony's wife lay down beside Y/n, alerting her to her presence. Y/n lifted her head, offering her sister a small smile. "Are you feeling better?"

"Pardon?" Kate frowned, not understanding the question. Her mouth opened in realization as she remembered what Anthony had told her with a light blush. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. Nothing that a few more hours of sleep couldn't solve."

"I'm glad." Y/n closed her eyes again, enjoying the sunny day.

"Are you enjoying your time here? Lord Bridgerton told me that you cooked with the maids today." Kate said after a few moments of silence.

"Yes, they were lovely. I wanted to help."

"If you had a good time then there's no problem. But you know you don't need to get up early to cook for us. I want you to have fun and be comfortable while you're here."

Y/n remained silent. Her hand started messing with the grass, a way to distract herself. "I know." she replied with a small voice.

"Do you?" the elder Sharma raised her eyebrows teasingly.

But Y/n remained silent, a small frown forming on her face as she thought about what Kate said. In turn, Kate felt her heart tighten with guilt. As she looked at her little sister, she remembered when she was a baby and made exactly the same face when she thought. A sigh escaped her lips, missing having Y/n's company all day.

The three Sharma sisters used to spend every waking moment together, strolling around the garden or simply relaxing in silence. But now, with Kate married and Edwina being courted by the prince, they didn't think about how it would affect Y/n.

"Tell me what is really wrong." Kate asked with sad eyes. Y/n sat down, opening her mouth to start speaking, but nothing came out. "Y/n, I'm sorry I haven't spent much time with you. But I love you, and I want you to be comfortable being here with me and Anthony."

"You didn't just let me stay out of obligation?" the younger sister asked shyly, refusing to look into Kate's eyes, who had also sat up and was trying to lift Y/n's chin with her hand.

"No! In fact, I was the one who asked mother to let you stay with me instead of considering you going with her to India. We wanted you here. I miss seeing my little sister every day. It can get lonely when Anthony works, and I love having you here."

"Really? But when you're bored, don't you visit Lord Bridgerton's siblings?"

"Yes, but no one can replace you. And I'm always talking about you to them, from all the stories I've told, I think they like you more than me!" Kate laughed, her smile widening when Y/n also chuckled. "I'm sure they would be delighted for you to go with us to play pall-mall."

"Hmm, I'm not sure. What if they don't like me?"

"Oh!" Anthony's wife gasped as if it was the most ridiculous idea. "That's impossible! With your heart and your kindness, they would be fools to not like you!"

"I really missed you." Y/n admitted, resting her head on Kate's shoulder.

"Me too. And after mother comes back, our house is still open. You can come here whenever you wish."

"Thank you, Kate. I'm glad you found Anthony, you seem very happy."

"I am happy." Kate assured her. "And just because I am married now, nothing changes between us. You are still my priority."

"Thank you. And I believe a game of pall-mall is not the worst thing in the world. I will join you." the younger girl nodded with a smile, gaining confidence from her sister's words.

"Great! Then you'll also get to see Lord Bridgerton be a sore loser when I win."

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She was already starting to regret her decision when she saw Anthony's family in the garden, already bickering with each other. She and her sisters were competitive, but not at this level.

"Dear siblings, if you could please just listen to me first." Anthony caught their attention with a sarcastic smile. "This is Miss Y/n, Kate's younger sister. She will be joining us today."

"Another Sharma? We are going to lose!" the younger boy, who Y/n assumed was Gregory, said.

Two other girls came to her, introducing themselves as Francesca and Hyacinth, Anthony's younger sisters. As they excitedly talked, Y/n's nerves began to disappear. Kate watched them closely, relaxing when she noticed that her sister was smiling, looking happy to be making friends. Her husband joined her, letting her lean against him and kissing her cheek.

"I told you it was going to be okay."

"Yeah, I know. But I was so sad that she thought we didn't want her here with us. It's my fault." Kate whispered sadly, feeling Anthony put his arm around her waist in comfort.

"It's not your fault, my love. We have to make her feel welcome, but for now, I think she's having fun." Noticing that Kate still wasn't convinced, he added. "What if the three of us went for a horse ride tomorrow? You once told me that Y/n always wanted to ride a horse, but she never got to learn since your father died. What if I taught her?"

"You would do that?" his wife smiled in delight. "Oh, Anthony, thank you. I'm sure she would love that."

"Anything for my wife and her little sister." Anthony smiled, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. "I love you."

"Are you being this lovely just so I won't be so competitive in the game?" she laughed teasingly. "Forget it! Prepare to lose, my dear husband."

Kate turned her back on him, going to the others so they could start the game. Anthony enjoyed the view of his wife, wondering how he got so lucky. "I love my life."

While they were playing, Eloise told Y/n how women deserved to go to college and not live just for their husbands. Benedict appeared later, declaring that he was going to save her from her sister's obsessions, making Y/n hide a giggle behind her hand. In turn, he and Collin were extremely funny, especially when Anthony made a bad move and Kate beat him.

Y/n also had time to meet Daphne's son, who seemed to like her and demanded with a cry that she pick him up. She didn't complain, the baby was too cute to refuse anything.

She and her two new friends got tired of playing, preferring to sit under the shade with the baby and play a little with him. Meanwhile, they talked about everything and got to know more about each other. They only realized how much time had passed when Lady Violet Bridgerton called them to drink and eat something.

By late afternoon, Y/n was exhausted but happy. Her family was more complete, and she loved being part of its dynamic.

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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And they were roommates (part 11)

A/N: I hope this works because my internet is KILLING ME.

Warning: 18+ content SHIT IS STARTING TO GET REAL.

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The next day, you and Simon had driven to the house. It felt like two parents visiting a house to move in with their kids. It made you laugh. The house was enormous. 4 bedrooms, three bathrooms, a spacious kitchen, a big living room with a tv big enough to feel like at the cinema. A very modern house painted in dark tones. All that you liked. You had looked at Kate and General Hopkins as he spoke.

"You deserve some comfort. You've been such a great asset-"

"You're trying to give me a luxurious house because I almost got killed."

The silence set for a minute, Ghost grabbing the back of your pants as he stood behind you.

"Yes… pretty much" the general admitted.

You rolled your eyes. Kate shook her head.

"You also deserve it. Plus you need a bigger space since you are having even more roommates." She smiled.

You sighed. Ghost ran his thumb on your lower back, soothing you. It sent a shiver down your spine. He loved to do this. You had noticed it. These little touches, hidden from others. It grounded you to him. If you felt anxious, nervous or tense. You loved it. He couldn't stop touching you.

The week after, you had moved in. Gaz and Soap were sharing a room, Konig had his own room and Ghost and you too. You had wanted to share Ghost's room but to keep things slow you had both preferred to stay like that. You'd share each other's beds in any way. Soap and Gaz were thrilled, Konig was too but in his own quiet way. Ghost seemed tense already.

"Hey… you alright?" You asked when the boys were a bit further away in the house.

"Starting to regret living with these idiots already."

"Konig's quiet."

"Wait until they play board games."

You had laughed.

You had settled in your room nicely. The space felt much bigger than your old apartment. However it felt less empty. Even from your room you could hear the boys laughing, or the TV playing. You smiled to yourself. Things had changed so much in a few months. You didn't regret it at all.

You were putting away your clothes in your new walk in closet. You were at peace, finally. Walking back into your room, you yelped when you noticed someone sitting on top of your bed.

"What the-"

You squinted your eyes. You knew it was him. You would have recognized him even in the dark. But… him, sitting there, without his mask on, made your heart beat as if it wanted to leave your chest.

"Fuck… even your face is hot." You let out.

You immediately blushed when you realized that once more your mouth had been faster than your brain.

You tried to hide your blushing face in your hands as you heard him laugh.

"Come here bunny."

You dropped your hands, biting your lip and walking to him. You stood in between his legs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…"

You smiled, finally holding his face in your hands as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I was happily surprised." You whispered.

He closed his eyes letting his face rest in between your chest, earning a chuckle from you. God he did look handsome.

"I just… thought it was time to show you my face." He said, voice muffled by your own body.

"I am honored. You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable." You assured him.

"I feel safe with you. I don't mind at all."

It made your heart jump in your chest. He felt safe with you. You wrapped your arms around his head, leaning your own on top of his.

You remained like this for a little while until a knock was heard.

"Hey guys!" Soap called.

Simon groaned against you. You laughed.

"Someone's here to see you!"

You frowned.

"We'll be downstairs in a minute Soap." You called back.

You tried to separate the embrace but he held onto you.

"Come on Simon. Let's go see who's there." You smiled at him.

He stared at you for a long minute.

"You're so pretty when you smile…"

You blushed heavily at the compliment.

"Thank you…" you dropped a soft kiss on his lips.

He sighed against your lips before you finally separated. He grabbed his mask that was thrown on top of the bed, only noticing it now, before dropping it over his head.

You threw a last smile at him before you headed for the door.

You walked down the stairs with him, meeting the rest of the house and Price in the living room.

You turned your head to finally see your guests. Mellissa and Amy.

"Oh Sparrow! Are you alright?" She was worried.

"Y/N! Ghowsty!" Amy cheered.

You could have laughed at the shocked expressions on the rest of the team. You finally reached them, taking Amy into your arms as she was impatiently extending hers towards you.

"hey! How are you monkey?" you kissed her cheek making her giggle.

As Simon came to a stop next to you she extended her arms to him. You had been beaten at this game. He was her favorite. You looked at him, his eyes not leaving you and the little girl in your arms. You saw something unfamiliar in his eyes before he extended his own arms to pick up the little girl.

"gowsty!" she smiled at him.

"hey little baby princess." he cooed.

Yes. he did. And it made you melt on the spot. Melissa grinned and the rest of the room were absolutely shocked. It took one glance from ghost for them to look away. You rolled your eyes. You invited Melissa to come sit on the couch with everyone as ghost and Amy followed. She decided to sit on his lap and not move from there, playing with his skeleton gloves.

"Boys, this is Melissa gallegos. She's my friend and the mother of this sweetheart, Amy." You cooed as well, softly brushing a strand of hair out of her face, making her giggle. Simon looked like he wanted to devour you for a split second.

"this is Soap" you introduced.

The little went into a giggle of laughter, making everyone melt in the room.

"soap!" she repeated.

The man in question blushed a bit, waving at her.

"why you'calld soap?" she asked.

The room temperature suddenly changed but Ghost was quick to move.

"because he loves washing his hair." he lied.

The truth was not something for her little ears. Soap looked a bit hurt but the rest laughed.

"this, is Gas. because... because that's his name." Ghost said, taking the lead.

"This.."

For a second you were worried about her reaction towards Konig. He stood in the room a bit further away. He was trying to hide his big frame, probably not to scare the child but was failing.

"this is Konig. He's... a friend." Ghost tried. It was clumsy. He was trying to find a way to make her accept the big guy.

"Why he sow bwig?" she asked.

"Amy..." Melissa started.

"Because he's half giant." Ghost said, making everyone chuckle and Konig rubbed the back of his head.

"he has supew powers?" she asked, not letting Konig out of her sight.

"yes." he asked.

"wat?" she asked.

"he gives the best hugs! and when you're in his arms you're super tall!" Soap said.

She giggled.

"thas not a supew power!"

"ah! you should try!" he winked at her.

She thought for a minute before extending her arms towards him, leaving you in a bit of shock. This little girl would never cease to amaze you. Konig had frozen on the spot.

"Konig. Come here." Ghost ordered.

You were going to protest, telling him not to force him if he was uncomfortable, but Konig moved forwards very slowly. Finally in front of Ghost and Amy, he picked her up very slowly as if she was made of glass. The little girl didn't say anything while looking around.

"im tawler than everwyone!" she claimed happily, making everyone laugh.

Konig looked relieved, until she looked into his eyes through the mask. She touched it a bit.

"ah ah Amy. We talked about this." Melissa warned.

"imno gonna take it off!" she said, looking offended.

It made you smile. As she turned back to the man.

"you eyes awe pwetty. They blue" she said, making the monster of a man melt on the spot.

She hugged him before asking to go back to ghost's lap. Konig was very flustered but walked back next to soap to sit on another couch.

"This is Captain price. Or as Y/N calls him, dad."

You gasped, looking at Ghost horrified. Everyone laughed. Amy was deep in thoughts. Before jumping from Ghost lap and running to price

"gwandpaw!"

Now Melissa looked horrified. It clicked so fast in your mind. How Melissa called you her sister and Amy's aunt. The very clever girl added 1+1 and decided that if you were her aunt and Price was your dad, obviously he was her grandfather.

Price had looked taken aback but gladly held her in his arms.

Ghost sulked a bit, suddenly not being the center of attention of the little girl. You left the boys being completely amazed by the little girl as you turned to melissa.

"How are you? Laswell told me what happened. I was in the room when she was talking to Hopkins." she looked worriedly at you.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Not my first rodeo, we both know that." you said, grabbing her hand in yours.

"I was so damn worried. I couldn't handle it, and Amy surely wouldn't." she said.

"Hey, I'm fine. Don't worry alright? I have a whole team of bodyguards constantly watching over me now" you said in a joking tone looking at the boys behind you.

Amy was standing on top of the table, the men on their knees or crouching around it.

"though your daughter seems to be their master. She has a talent of bringing these terrifying men to their knees.'' You laughed with melissa.

You both watched as Amy took turns, touching soap's mohawk, price's hat, gas's hat, Ghost mask and konig's too.

"Stay for dinner, the boys will be thrilled." You said.

And they were. They were absolutely thrilled. You had made dinner with Melissa while they had played with Amy's legos that Ghost had bought for her the last time. Now you all sat at table dining, talking happily. Amy was so fascinated by the way Konig ate underneath his mask that she'd forget to eat what was in her mouth. Konig had felt very embarrassed under her scrutiny and had avoided eye contact.

You had stopped for a second, looking at the table you sat at. You felt grateful. For all of these people.

Once dinner was over, the boys had cleaned up the table, except ghost who was trapped by a little girl in his arms. She was starting to get sleepy. Ghost had glanced at you as you sent a wink his way, making him shake his head.

"what's happening between you and the liteutenant?"

Melissa's voice made you slightly jump.

"hum... well... we're... together." you spoke.

You tried not to blush but she gasped, a smirk on her face afterwards.

"you go girl! daaaamnn." she said.

You rolled your eyes.

"so it's serious huh?" she asked

"yeah... I think it is... he trusts me enough to show me his face."

She looked touched, holding you in her arms.

"I'm so happy for you. Really. You deserve it."

You smiled, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. You blinked them away.

"Thank you Melissa. I'm so happy you're in my life too."

She smiled at you before turning back to ghost. The little girl had fallen asleep in his arms as he kept pacing around to rock her softly. You noticed that the boys had lowered the volume of their voices too, as Ghost eyed them like a hawk at every decibel too high for his taste.

"He'd be a great dad." Melissa teased.

"We're far from that. Please don't start." You begged.

You walked towards him.

"Thank you lieutenant. She really adores you." she said to him.

"No problem." he nodded.

"I think we should go home." she said, glancing at you and then at the sleeping girl.

"Alright, we'll walk you to the car." you offered, Ghost clearly not wanting to wake up the little girl, agreed.

Everyone bid their goodbyes in a hushed tone under Ghost's gaze. You walked Melissa to the car, ghost had dropped the little girl, her car seat buckling her up.

"Thank you lieutenant." she smiled.

You stood next to him as Melissa looked at you both.

"Thank you for taking care of her lieutenant". she said.

You blushed heavily, looking down to hide your face.

"The best mission I've chosen." he answered back.

You bit your lip looking up at him as he glanced down back at you. Melissa got into her car and left, leaving you both at the entrance of the house.

"You're gonna catch a cold. let's go back inside." he said, his hand meeting your lower back.

"Simon." you called.

He looked at you, waiting.

"Thank you. for taking care of me."

"No. Thank you. For holding on to me. To my... fucked up mind and scarred body."

Your eyes faltered, his words hurting you in a way you didn't think was possible. You grabbed his face in between your hands, his masked face dropping to touch your forehead with his.

"You're everything Simon. you. Ghost. the lieutenant. all of you." you comforted him.

He hugged you tighter.

"fuck.." he cursed under his breath.

A breeze passed by, soothing the incredible heat in your body.

"come on... let's head back."

You nodded, stepping inside with him.

One thing had been absolutely sure. The boys loved playing games. When they weren't training or at the base and they were bored at home, they'd always want to play a board game or a game of cards. And right now. The game of cards was improvised. The evening had rolled in, you had been working in your room, and the boys were bored. It had begun as a simple game, Soap had ordered pizzas, and you sat around the large table in the living room. But as time passed, those menaces had decided to add some dares to the game. If you'd lose, you'd have to do something. Price had been skeptical, Ghost too, especially because he was worried about what the boys could make you do just to taunt him.

After the first round, where, much to Soap's dismay, he had lost, he was forced to play with handcuffs for the next 5 rounds. Watching him struggle during round 2 made Price laugh way too much, so he remained for the game. Obviously he very quickly regretted his choice.

Gaz had brought some Rhum, and even if it remained very calm, alcohol loosened minds and… tongues. You were all a bit tipsy. And the dares were beginning to be slightly hotter than they should be. Konig was shirtless… the poor man was extremely embarrassed. Gaz and Soap made out, a little predicament created by you. Unfortunately that had horribly backfired. You had to call Laswell and ask her if Price could legally adopt you. She was extremely confused but had said yes. Price added that he'd keep it in mind.

To counter that you had prepared a little cocktail for the next looser, Soap. You made sure it was incredibly spicy. He had died, his soul leaving his body for a minute. Ghost seemed to be a very good player, managing to lose twice. He had to draw two little blush points on his mask with lipstick. He looked extremely cute. The second time he had to let the boys draw something on his arms with a sharpie. He had rolled his eyes. After that he had escaped all shenanigans except one, he also had to take off his shirt. For some reason these men loved seeing each other half naked.

Price had tapped out, opting for going home before he lost all credibility as a captain. Konig had also begged to be let go, you had obviously let the poor man leave, remembering him he didn't need permission, and shouldn't listen to the boys. Now, as the four of you remained. The dares become completely ridiculous. Now Gaz was handcuffed to Soap. They had a wife and husband written on their foreheads with a sharpie. You had cringed, you knew he'd be hard to clean up.

The tapping point was you having to… lick your way from Ghost's clothed mouth to the aim of his pants, under the careful gaze of the two men. You were blushing hard. Ghost's eyes were fixated on you, his breath had quickened. His hand had reached your hair, tightening there when you passed over his abs.

You had tried your best to hide your blush when you stood up. You could feel Simon's eyes following your every movement. When soap had tried to comment something along the lines of 'I'm jealous I want a bunny too', he had received a smack behind the head as a warning. The last round had hit, everyone was tired as 3 am was slowly approaching. To everyone's surprise, Ghost lost. Soap and Gaz had run to you, and you were now trying to find the perfect dare to conclude the game.

Soap finally jumped.

"I know! You have to wear a dog collar and a leash all day for Y/N!"

You had gasped and blinked slowly, trying to process what he had said. You looked at Ghost, he seemed to think about it.

"Simon…" you called.

"Ok."

Did he… agree?! You were unsure if it was the alcohol or something else.

"Nice!" Gas said.

You were extremely confused… and slightly excited. The sight might be something worth seeing.

You had called it a night, kissing Simon goodnight and hopping into bed. The liquor and the tiredness made your head buzz as you closed your eyes.

The next morning you had woken up rather begrudgingly. You needed a coffee. Or tea. You had thrown one of Simon's hoodies on and some leggings before heading down stairs. The house was noisier than usual for this hour. You had walked into the living room, greeting everyone. Soap and gas had a grin on their face. Ghost had walked to you, lifting up his mask to kiss you deeply.

This was the best way to wake up. Truly.

"Good morning" you mumbled in a sleepy voice.

"Good morning bunny." He growled.

You were taken aback from his tone. What was going on this morning?

"Breakfast is ready, come on!" Soap called.

You had sat at the table and eaten breakfast with everyone until Price had walked in, a bag in hand.

"Good morning everyone!" He greeted.

The boys were quick to their feet as ghost sighed, getting up as well. He extended his hand to you, making you get up and step to him. He dropped your hand to reach his neck with both hands, taking his dog tags and transferring them to your neck. You stumbled on your words looking at him. You felt incredibly honored and thrilled and… owned.

"S-simon… I…."

"Fuck. You're gonna have to let me take a picture of you like that." He talked in a hushed tone to you.

He didn't leave any room for an answer as he grabbed your head and made you walk with him to the others.

"I have no idea why you asked me to pick this up, but I have a feeling it has something to do with last night's game." Price said as he dropped the bag on one of the couches and grabbed the objects inside.

Your eyes widened when you saw him take out a dog collar and a leash, both black.

"Oh my god…" you let out.

"Yes!! Captain you are the best!" Soap almost yelled.

Gas was just as excited as him.

"Alright, so who has to wear this?" He asked, turning to soap and then gas.

When they both turned towards ghost, who stood next to you, arms crossed, Price froze for a second.

"Really?" He asked with his signature smile.

You were unable to process what was happening as Soap took the object and ran to the man next to you. He stopped when he saw the dark gaze of his lieutenant.

"Sergeant, if you try to put it around my neck I will break your hands." He warned.

Soap smirked but nodded before handing you the collar and leash.

"Wait, WHAT." You cried out.

You looked at the black leather collar. It had a silver tag shaped like a skull. You turned it to see Riley written behind. They had made it engraved. The leash was a mix of black leather and chain. It was pretty basic. You were taken out of your thoughts as you saw Simon bend down next to you, now eye to eye level.

"Simon, really?" You asked.

"I am a man of my word." He said.

You shook your head. This… was ridiculous. The rest of the team looked at you expectedly. You sighed, unbuckling the damn thing before very slowly approaching it to his neck. The eye contact was intense as you secured it around his neck, and the tension was breakable as you hooked the leash on it.

"Bloody hell. You're all insane." Price let out, finally breaking the tension.

He straightened up as you still held the leash in your hand.

"There! Now you have scary dog privileges!" Soap joked.

"This is a sight LT." Gas added.

"When did this happen?" Konig asked, poor man confused.

You couldn't believe this.

Ok. Alright. It was a matter of 24h. It might be fun after all.

You had continued about your day, unleashing Ghost. Soap and gas had forced you to keep the leash on you so you could put it back whenever needed. They were having way too much fun with this. You had your laptop on your lap as you worked through some things on the couch, Simon not too far. You had heard some commotions behind you in the kitchen.

"Y/N! Get your dog!"

You smirked.

"It don't bite." You said matter of factly.

"Yes IT DO!" Soap threw back.

You had continued to work without paying attention to them. During the day you had found yourself often playing with the tags around your neck, letting your fingers trace the letters on it. Mindlessly bringing it to your lips when you were lost in thoughts. You had only noticed it when soap had thrown a comment about it.

"Y/N."

"Hmm?"

"You don't have to kiss that, the real thing is right here."

You had blinked looking at him and then at Ghost. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you saw him, hunched over the kitchen counter both hands on it, gazing at you through his lashes like he wanted to pounce on you.

Soap had immediately excused himself and you had let the tags fall back to your chest.

"S-sorry…" you apologized.

He had suddenly realized his posture as you spoke, straightening himself and cleared his throat.

"No problem."

He had quickly walked out, the tag on his collar clicking, leaving you confused.

The interaction had remained in your mind. He had seemed a bit distant afterwards. You had gone out for a drink, soap and gas reminding you that you had to keep him on a leash. You had been horrified at the thought but Ghost had grabbed the end of the leash and hooked it in his collar.

It had been funny to see all the soldiers at the bar avoiding all eye contact towards your table. The sheer fear the man next to you created in them was astounding. And yet he was next to you, as your hand held onto the leather leash connected to his dog collar. He had made sure to reach to your neck and take out the dog tags so everyone could see it.

"Damn he possessive." Gas had joked, being completely ignored by his lieutenant.

And he was. You had gotten up to order another drink at the bar.

"What can I get you ?" The bartender asked smiling at you.

"Hum can I get a mojito, with strawberry syrup?" You asked tentatively.

"Oh! Sure, Nice!" He agreed with a wink.

When you had walked back to the table with your drink, Simon had wrapped his arms around your waist and not let go for the rest of the night.

You felt a bit uneasy because you could clearly see his mood had changed. You had gotten home around midnight and everyone had gone to bed. The boys had finally let Ghost alone with the collar, though he was still wearing it. You had brought him into your bedroom to try and talk it out.

"Y/N, I'm fine, come one hop into bed." He had tried.

You were still holding the leash and you straightened it, applying only a bit of pressure.

"Simon."

His gaze had darkened.

"Tell me."

"Your time is up bunny. The leash is off now." He warned.

You furrowed your brows in challenge, applying even more pressure in the leash. He growled.

"Bunny. Let. Go." He warned again.

"Then tell me." You confronted again.

He reached your hand, bringing you to his chest. You yelped. His hand was holding your jaw softly.

"You had fun having me on a leash all day?"

His special dark tone was back. The one that sent shivers down your spine and made you feel like he was a predator hunting his prey.

"Well, everyone knew who you belonged to." You teased.

He chuckled darkly.

"Yeah. Same with my tags around your pretty neck." He made you spin around, now making you look into the mirror on the wall. His hand traveled from your stomach to your chest where the tags dangled. Your breath hitched as his hand hovered over your breast.

"Look at you. Mine. So fucking pretty." He growled in your ear.

"You know what. You're such a pretty sight to see. Let's immortalize this pretty sight."

You frowned.

"W-what?" You asked.

He took his phone out with his other hand, turning it on and opening his camera.

"Grab the leash." He ordered.

You obeyed, holding the leash over your shoulder. He placed his hand over your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place. He aimed the lense towards the mirror, taking both of you into view.

"Good girl…" he praised, making you close your eyes and tilt your head back.

He had taken a picture at that exact moment.

"So pretty fuck. I wanted to punch that guy at the bar you know."

You finally understood.

"Simon… his wink was just playful… it-"

"No… not his wink. The way he eyed your ass when you walked away from him. That. That made me want to rip his head off."

Oh. You hadn't noticed that. He was jealous. God that man was possessive.

He closed his eyes for a little second.

"Simon. I'm yours." You reminded him.

He opened his eyes, planting them into yours in the mirror. He visibly relaxed.

"My bunny."

"My wolf." You teased.

He laughed a bit, relieved.

"That's new."

You turned around hugging him. He took off his mask, letting it drop to bed behind you. He dropped a kiss on top of your head.

"I'm sorry… "

"Why?" You questioned.

"I… sometimes lose myself. You have to tell me if I scare you an-"

"No!"

You looked at him as he frowned.

"I'm not scared Simon. Please don't think that. You never hurt me. And I trust you."

He took a moment before nodding.

"Come on, bed time."

You whined.

"Sleep with me tonight." You asked.

"Bunny… not tonight. I got to wake up early tomorrow, the team has to go to base."

"A mission ?"

"Something like that. I'll tell you more after I get info."

You nodded.

You had slipped into pj's in your bathroom before slipping into bed. He had stayed just to be able to tuck you into bed. He turned around heading to leave before you stopped him.

"Simon…"

"Yes baby?"

"Can you send me that picture…" you blushed.

"Of course bunny."

Once he was out you smiled to yourself. He was really possessive over you. You knew there was a part of him that felt scared that thought you might regret this relationship. That he was not good for you. You wanted to prove him wrong. Your phone buzzed.

You picked it up to see the notification. Simon had sent the picture. Fuck was it good. You made sure to keep it for yourself. He had added a little treat as a second notification rang. He was shirtless, the collar still on as he held the leash in one hand. The camera was tilted upwards as the looked straight into it. Fuck. You didn't take him for the kind of man to send thirst traps to his girl. But you were glad he was.

You bit your lip, thinking about your next move. You were slightly embarrassed but also somehow excited. You undressed yourself before laying back down in bed. You made sure to position the dog tags in between your breasts with his name visible. You bit your lip. You held the phone up, making sure the flash was on and you took the picture making sure to push your breast together. You edited the photo making sure to add little skulls over your nipples.

You made sure to check the picture before sending it as fast as possible with a small good night.

You bit your lip. You wondered if you were going to get an answer. Two minutes passed so you thought he wouldn't. But then a notification came on.

You smiled to yourself. Finally drifting off to sleep. The next morning you woke up to an empty house. It felt oddly quiet. You took your time eating breakfast and resting. Around lunch time you were still alone. You knew the team had to go to the base for something related to a mission. You wondered when they would come back. Time passed by and you got lost for a little moment in your work.

When late afternoon rolled in, you decided that perhaps a warm bath would be perfect. You could read a book or something. You stood from the couch when suddenly you heard the front door open and a lot of voices half yelling at each other. You frowned, watching the team stumble over each other.

"hey hey hey... guys, what's going on?"

"hey Y/N!" soap called in a very soft voice making you expect the worst.

"so hum... we got something here, can you take a look?" gas asked.

"It's a bit urgent, sweetheart." price added in a serious tone.

You walked over to the table where the boys gathered, putting down a laptop on the table. you sat down in front of anxious looks.

"Will any of you tell me what's going on? By the way, where's Ghost?" you frowned, opening the laptop and turning it on as you looked around.

"Hmm..." Konig tried.

"well..." Soap continued.

You immediately turned to Price at their hesitation.

"Please tell me what's going on."

He sighed before sitting next to you.

"Darkends is dead. We are very close to catching the drug lord. We've been put on this mission and we were called to brief everyone and check some seized gear. one of the cases was... trapped."

You felt your heartbeat quicken. no... wait.

"Simon?" you asked.

"he was the one who opened it."

You closed your eyes letting out a shaky breath.

"Hey, he's fine, he's fine. He was in contact with a powder, a drug. He's going to be alright"

You sighed with relief.

"He's gone upstairs to his room, but we need to know what kind of drug it is. It was quite a dose and we need to know the effects. Can you do that? "

"Absolutely. I'm on it."

You turned to the screen, you absolutely needed to find what it was.

For over an hour, after you managed to decrypt the computer, you finally had found something interesting. The boys were pacing around and kept watching you.

Finally you found something interesting, a video about the effects of the drug.

"guys i got it!" you called.

They rushed to your side and finally you opened the video.

The silence was loud. But nothing louder than the sounds coming from the laptop. You blushed heavily as Soap laughed and Gas cursed. The noise kept repeating itself, making it obvious as to what the drug was.

"ah! fuck me!"

It was a sex drug.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

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cloudzzcore · 24 days

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CHARLIE + KID!READER PLATONIC HEADCANONS

Also my requests are open!!

This sorta turned into a bit of a Drabble- I’m using one of my childhood shows Kate and Mim Mim as inspiration for the readers stuffed toy! I’ll be calling the toy Mim Mim.

Key -

Favorite Color - (f/c)

Favorite Animal - (f/a)

When you arrived at the hotel all alone with no parental figure, It scared Charlie absolutely shitless as she ushered you inside the hotel.

Hell is a very dangerous place, especially for a child.

“Hello, Welcome to th—OH MY GOODNESS!” Charlie exclaims, looking down at the little child standing in front her, eyes full of innocence. Clutching a stuffed (f/c) (f/a) toy. “Hi!” The child beamed with a wide smile. “Okay.. Let’s get you inside, Sweetie.” Charlie said, ushering the child inside.

Okay, How was Charlie going to explain and introduce a child into the hotel.. There was a literal “adult film” actor living in the hotel.. and the radio demon–

Charlie brought you over to the couch, looking around anxiously. Before heading back over to the door and looking around again, Where the hell were your parents?!

“If you’re looking for my mama, She told me come here.” You said dismissively, Charlie’s heart dropped. You were just dropped of here.. Great. “Oh.. Well.. what am I going to do with you?” Charlie mumbled, being to pace a bit.

But then she just sighed, looking determined. She was going to take care of you! “First off.. What’s your name?” Charlie asked, sitting on the couch next to you. “I’m Y/N! This is Mim-Mim!” You introduced yourself, Even presenting Mim-Mim to Charlie! “Well Y/N, Let’s get you and Mim- Mim situated.”

After getting your room situated, getting you all washed up and changed into new clothes, Charlie had you in her room. She was going to introduce you to Vaggie first then the others.

It went well, Although Vaggie was a bit surprised to see a child in the hotel, But you didn’t have a care in the world at the moment.

You would occasionally just sit with your stuffed (f/a) and just talked to it like it was alive. Alive is a keyword. Trust me.

“You think the princess is really nice, Mim-Mim?” You whispered to the toy, Making it nod yes, you smiled, “Me too! She gave me a bath and pretty clothes!” You said before Charlie suddenly called your name. “Y/N! Time to meet the others!”

Now for when Mim-Mim came to life in the hotel for the first time.

You hadn’t brought Mim-Mim to life for a while ever since you came to the hotel you were so busy with doing other things like coloring, Playing with Charlie!

Going on Walks with Vaggie. You even went to an overlord meeting with Alastor! Angel Dust took you out to get Pizza. Made Bath Bombs with Cherri Bomb and Cleaned up with Niffty and Lucifer made you a rubber duck! So many fun things!

How did you not bring Mim-Mim to life for any of that? Eh, You were alone in the lobby.

So you had the chance and you were gonna take it.

“It’s been a while since we last played together Mim-Mim! But now it’s time to come life again!” You exclaimed with a laugh, spinning yourself and Mim-Mim around. “Y/N and Mim-Mim, Me and You! Let’s twirl away to play something new!” You both laughed as the now large (f/c) (f/a) stopped spinning but now was carrying you on their shoulder. “Oo~ where are we?” Mim-Mim asked as they looked around as you readjusted your grip on their shoulders. “We’re in Princess Charlie’s hotel!”

Soon you and Mim-Mim were running through the hotel and playing together before they slipped and fell down a hallway catching you and continuing to slide down the hall as you both laughed.

But then you heard it.

“OH MY GOLLY WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

Vaggie heard Lucifer yelling from downstairs with Charlie and they both looked up.

Lucifer stood on the far side of the hallway, looking horrified as his gaze landed on Mim-Mim, Holding Charlie’s kid.

Mim-Mim slowly stood up while holding you close.. before running around a corner.

“CHARLIE SOMETHING HAS YOUR KID!”

“What?!” Charlie and Vaggie both shout at the same time as they both ran up the stairs and Mim-Mim zoomed by as You were screaming and laughing. “Wooo!” You cheered as Mim-Mim had a visible terrified expression. Angel Dust and Husk were talking in the hallway before quickly moving out of the way as Mim-Mim ran by. “Sorry!” Mim-Mim yelled. “The fuck was that?!” Angel dust exclaimed as Charlie ran by. “It has my kid!” Charlie shouted as Angel joined the chase. “Holy fuck.” Husk mumbled taking a swig of his beer. “PUT THE KID DOWN!” Angel yelled to Mim-Mim but they weren’t listening.

Yeah Mim-Mims first appearance did cause a bit of Chaos but that didn’t matter you were having fun!

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This was way more episodic than I realized, I was watching a few shows so I guess it just added on.

Constructive criticism is always welcome! My requests are also open!!

4/2/2024

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie magne #charlie x reader #kid reader

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merowkittie · 6 months

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Art Therapist!Reader x Task Force 141

Summary: Today we’ll get to look at the first client, John Price.

Notes: I should comment that I’m not sure if I want this to go in a platonic route or a romantic way so we’ll see from here. Might make the readers decide. <3

I hope i capture all of the boys good, because I’m still fairly new writing for the cod men.. sorry if they’re very ooc </3

Oh boy.. writing this took a minute and I’m so not impressed with this one but trust.. this will get better :)

Do reblog, like, and comment to lmk what you think about this!

Thank you, sweets! 🎀

Part One. Client One: John Price.

The clack of your heels were heard through the halls as you smiled brightly, excited to get to know one of your new clients.

You had two sheets on a clipboard in your arms, a notepad in the other and a tote bag in your left arm.

You had some things you’d like to discuss with him, comforts, favorite snacks and tea. These are important you know! You always got the jitters when you had a new client.

Walking into your small office you sat your bag down on the side of your chair, and placed the clipboard and notepad neatly on your desk.

A sigh left your mouth and you rolled your neck around, trying to crack it and find relief.

“Mm.. ok, where to start..?” You mumbled to yourself as you looked at your bag and nodded.

Starting to unload everything you put your thermal cup filled with peppermint tea on your desk, a sketchbook, coloring book, and coloring pencils neatly into a pile.

Next you pressed the button on your work phone to hear all of your new voice mails and put lights on, in the dimly lit room.

You had two lamps that brightened the room with a nice yellow hue and a flower lamp on your desk that shined a pink light.

“Ms. Kate left a voice message, it says, ‘Good morning, you said 9:30 but we’ll be there a bit earlier than that. He’s adamant about being early to things. John is a very— He’s a man that likes to stay on the move you know? Keep that in mind. He likes his hands full. Anyways, see you around 9:20– 25. Thank you, Again.’ —”

You laughed at her comment, knowing well you like to have your hands full too and can’t stay doing nothing for too long.

The time on your clock stated 9:15, so they’d be here soon. There wasn’t much else you needed to set up in your cozy office but you decided to fluff out the pillows on the couch across from your desk and prep your notes.

Finally, after you killed some time drawing in your sketchbook you heard a knock on your door. There was quiet chatter.

“Come in please!” You called out, closing your sketchbook and looking up towards the door.

In walked in who you assumed was Kate Laswell and behind her was a handsome gruff looking man. He was very well built, a nice beard and mustache and he looked around the same age as the woman. He also had a nice ass but you shook your head away from those thoughts.

Standing up your walked around your desk and grinned widely, you stated your name and then, “It’s a pleasure to meet the both of you. I’m very excited for todays session if you couldn’t tell..”

“Nothing wrong with that. I’m hoping this goes smoothly.” The man, who you’re sure is John, smiles at you and nods approvingly.

“Yes, you won’t give her a hard time right?” Kate jokes and he shakes his head and raises his eyebrows.

“She should be worried about Soap. That man is a twat sometimes.” You chuckled along with him and waved your hand dismissing that.

You pointed to the couch and asked them to have a seat so you could talk to them about basics first and grabbed your notepad and a pen, sitting in your chair.

“Before we start, I want to re-introduce myself. My name is y/n, and I’ve been doing art therapy for three years. I have a degree in arts and a degree in counseling/therapy.” You waved your hands around as you talked.

Kate and John nodded at your words as you spoke and they seemed pretty impressed with what you said.

“Kate Laswell, John Price. It’s nice to meet someone enthusiastic like you.”

You smiled at the comment and then let the two settle in on the couch. Tapping your fingers in your desk you spoke again.

“Ok so, I’m sure you may have questions that you wanted to ask personally! Some worries and concerns?” You tilted your head to the side and smiled, “Or would you like me to give you a brief explanation on what I strive to achieve with art therapy?”

“It’s be nice if you explained it better.. I feel like this is too childish for a man like me.” John commented.

“Mhm, I understand what you mean. A lot of people believe that but it’s all about what works for YOU. Art is a form of expression that anyone can use. Why not incorporate that into helping others and finding yourself too, Hm?” You aided.

It was a bit silent in the room after what you said. John nodded his head, his arms crossed over his chest and pursed his lips, turning to face Kate.

“I like you. Hopefully the boys will too. God knows we need this type of energy with the line of work we’re involved in.” Kate sighs, “I’ll take my leave, and be back around.. 10:30?”

“Yes! 10:30 or you can come around 10:25. Either works for me, If it works for you,” You got up and extended your hand, “Thank you, by the way. I live my life as optimistic as possible and like to bring that into the workplace.”

Kate nods and shakes your hand. Her hold is firm and strong, she’s a kind woman.

“John, play nice.” She said, facing the older man, before leaving and giving you a smile.

After she left you looked at Price and clapped your hands together.

“Well, now I have some personal questions for you. These are about boundaries but I hope you do know we might have to cross them once in a while ok?” You sat on top of your desk this time moving your notepad and pen onto your lap.

John folded his hands on his lap and looked at you in your eyes. It was silent for a moment yet again, though you didn’t mind. If he needed time to formulate his words you’d give him all the time in the world.

He opened his mouth then closed it, with a huff he said, “There’s not many boundaries I have, I’m sure you’re supposed to start slow when doing these sessions, yea?” you nodded, “So I believe you won’t be asking too much about me yet, so when the time comes.. I’ll be somewhat of an open book.”

He smiled at you slightly, tight lipped and tapped his fingers against his knuckles.

You took a breath in, then let it out. Humming at his words you write down on your note pad:

‘Price. Little to no boundaries at all. Open book maybe by the third sesh.’

His eyes watch your fingers as you’re writing, he’s a bit tense, not really knowing what to do. He can already imagine Simon being worse than he is right now.

“Ok so! I do have a question that Ms.Kate didn’t really specify, and I forgot to ask. Is there a problem that’s bugging any of you? Or is this just to maintain a good mind set— or close to an ok mind set?” You put your hands out, trying to elaborate in a more understanding way, “For example, keeping your anger in check, having an outlet to let out heavy emotional burdens.. those types of things?”

John ran his fingers through his beard and tapped his foot on the ground, thinking on what you said. He didn’t exactly have any thing bugging him, he’s been working in the military for well around 18+ years and that’ll get you used to the atrocities you see.

“I’m pretty sure Kate had the latter in mind when doing these sessions. I know I don’t have much bugging me, I’m about ready to retire sometimes,” he joked with a laugh, “It’d be nice to have an outlet from what we do every now and then.”

You laughed with him and nodded your head. His words resonated well with you. Anyone knew that working in the military/army would drain you. Could leave you mentally unwell after years.

So you strived to understand and learn each and every one of these men. To hopefully be able to aid them in different, helpful ways.

“Well, im glad you think so! Now, I actually have something I want you to do today. It’s very simple.”

Pulling out a coloring book and some color pencils, you held them out in front of you, “So, we won’t be doing anything too big— yet! I have a coloring book here that goes based off of mood. It’s also a journal. I want you to write in this everyday, starting today, ok?”

John raised his brows at you and you raised yours back. He scratched his beard and looked down at the coloring book with different mood faces on it. He took a copy of one book and a pack of coloring pencils you offered after.

You opened up the book to the first page and pointed to the happy face. Underneath the face were lines and a quote that asks you why you were feeling the emotion you were feeling.

“Currently I’m feeling happy, I’ll take a yellow pencil and color that face in.” You explained simply, “I’m feeling this way because I’ve had my favorite tea, my cat cuddled with me this morning, and I’m looking forward to my new clients.”

Once you finished you turned the book around and showed John. “That’s all you have to do. Nothing too long, but if you prefer to do that I don’t mind. Just don’t give me a word or two. I want one to three sentences.”

You watched as he began to do what you did. He colored in the neutral face with a brown colored pencil and underneath he wrote two sentences explaining why he felt that way.

For the rest of your session you introduced yourself more and had him give you tid bits about his life and line of work. In your mind you wanted to have this space be as personal but comfortable as possible.

You talked a bit about your life as well, giving him insight into your day to day life and how your other sessions go sometimes without disclosing private information about your other clients.

Soon enough the time came to when he had to leave and your session ended.

As Kate waited by the door, you put your hand out towards John, “I hope to see that book filled out. If anything is bothering you after today, write it down and we can go over it, yea?” He nodded his head shaking your hand, and let out a gruff ‘yes’.

He left with that and you were alone in your office thinking over this mornings events. It was slow paced and simple. You didn’t like unpacking a lot of information on the first day. Over time they’d get more comfortable and the art part of this would help them express how they felt without speaking. Actions are always far bigger than words.

You cracked your knuckles and went back to your chair, looking through your schedule planner, tomorrow you’d have a man by the name of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

Huh, what a name.

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cerise-on-top · 2 months

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hiiii!!! i love, love, loveeee your writings!

if it’s fine, I’d like to request Valeria, Kate, Farah, and Price with an s/o who dances folklorico (traditional mexican folk dances) if you can! Im a folklorico dancer so it’d be nice to see how you would personally think these 4 would be lol ^^

Hello! Thank you! That's more than fine, but I had to do some research on it since I've never heard about folklorico before! I hope it's alright still!

Price, Valeria, Farah and Laswell with a Folklorico-Dancer!S/O

Price: He has never heard of folklorico before,but he’s always willing to learn about something new, especially if it’s something relating to you or your heritage. Or just about anything that makes you happy. So naturally, you brought up folklorico at some point and he asked you about it. While he can’t really imagine what it would look like just from your verbal descriptions alone, he does look into it when he has the time, thinking it would be something nice he could dance with you. As soon as he sees the footwork of those men and how they hold their hands behind their backs he’s thoroughly impressed, albeit a bit intimidated. Price would love nothing more than to indulge you in your culture, eat your food, speak your language, dance your dances, but this doesn’t seem like something he could learn overnight. He just knows he’ll topple and fall over if he tries. But nevertheless, he consults you since it does seem really fun. It’s very fast paced and the dresses, the gorgeous dresses, are very colorful. You can teach him if you want, he’s a pretty good student. Although it will take him some time to become your counterpart, he does his best to learn as quickly as possible. At first he will be content with just watching you, though. If you’re a professional dancer then he’ll go to your shows if he can. And if he can’t be there in person then he’ll try his darndest to be able to watch the show afterwards. Folklorico, in his eyes, is so elegant and mesmerizing, he’d be a fool to miss out on such a thing. Will ask you to dance with him every once in a while, he’s not really afraid of making a fool out of himself in front of you, as long as it’s just you.

Valeria: She knows about folklorico. She knows about it very well since it’s part of her culture. If you ask her about it, she’ll claim she knows how to dance. This, however, is complete and utter nonsense, Valeria can’t dance particularly well. Slow dances, yes, but nothing this fast paced. You can ask her to dance with you, she’ll always find an excuse to not do so and watch you instead. Sometimes, if you really insist, she might growl a bit and tell you off before watching you dance on your own anyway. Don’t get me wrong, though, she loves the fact that you can dance folklorico. While she may not be as connected to her culture, seeing you dance does fill her with some form of pride for Mexico. You look absolutely stunning, spinning and tapping away, no one could ever match you and your energy or your beauty. Although Valeria would absolutely love to dance some folklorico with you at some point, she knows she’d just make a fool of herself, so she leaves you alone, for the most part. However, you can count on her to get you the most jaw dropping dresses or suits in the entire country. You will look dapper whenever you’re on stage, that’s for sure. Like Price, she’ll try to go and see your shows when she can, but don’t count on it since she, too, is a very busy woman. Will also look for ways to watch your shows afterwards, and if she can’t then she’ll just have you give her a private show. As mentioned before, seeing you dance like this fills her with some form of pride, so, when you’re done and panting, she might just pull you in for a kiss and tell you just how well you did as you were dancing. Please continue to do so, she absolutely adores it.

Farah: She has never heard about folklorico before, but you can’t particularly blame her either, she spent her entire life in Urzikstan fighting for freedom, so she doesn’t necessarily know too much about the world around her. However, she’s interested as soon as you tell her you’re a folklorico dancer. Like Price, she won’t really be able to imagine what it is you do based on you telling her how you dance, but you can always give her a little demonstration. She’s absolutely blown away by your moves, regardless of whether you’re twirling around in your dress or stepping away in your suit, she loves it. Farah does try to dance with you as well, but be warned, she has no experience in dancing whatsoever since she never had the time to properly learn. So, in the beginning, you’ll both probably just be twirling and spinning around, but at some point she would like to learn about your dance and your culture so she can be a part of it as well. In turn, she’ll teach you about her culture as well since she does love sharing it too. However, Farah is a very quick learner. She’s very quick on her feet and is able to keep up with you sooner rather than later, so at some point you will be dancing together, she’s determined to do so. Although she might not have the time and resources to get you your own suit or dress, she’s more than happy to make do with whatever she has. Farah can’t sew either, though, so she will just be using whatever she has at home. Due to what she does, she likely doesn’t have the time to watch your shows either, not even a rerun. You’re just gonna have to convince her of your capabilities as a dancer in person, what a bummer. Might sometimes mimic your movements as you dance. Not out of malice, but one day she just wants to be as good as you are, that’s all.

Laswell: She’s heard about folklorico as well. In fact, she’s been to cultural festivals all around the world and likely has seen some couples dance it together on stage, even if she might never have really known the proper name for it. But she remembers having seen it before. As soon as you tell her that you know how to dance folklorico, she’s very impressed. It was rather fast paced, something that likely takes quite some time to learn, so she can appreciate your dedication to it. Laswell isn’t the youngest anymore, but she’s still got some moves. While I don’t think she’d be able to dance proper folklorico with you, she will come watch you instead. Another one, who gets you the absolute nicest clothes out there to dance in. Does get a bit jealous when she watches you dance with someone else, but she gets over it fairly quickly since she knows you and her are a thing, not you and the other person. Sometimes she wonders how you don’t get dizzy, but it’s another thing she can admire properly about you. You’re just so beautiful while you’re dancing, plus you look like you’re having fun, and that’s all that matters to her. Will also ask you to dance for her when Laswell’s mind is full and she needs a distraction from it all. It’s just so elegant and it looks like it would be so much fun. Eventually, she’d give in and ask you to teach her a bit. She’s not doing that bad either, though. She, too, has somewhat quick feet, but she also has the determination to learn. Not as good and quick as Farah, but she tries. Loves, loves, loves the fact that you want to share your culture with her, is always more than willing to learn about it. Besides, what’s more beautiful than learning about a culture that isn’t your own? Everything about it is so cool to her, she’ll thank you for introducing her to it more properly.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #mexico seems like such a cool place the more I think about it I am completely smitten by folklorico it seems so awesome #kudos to you for being a folklorico dancer it looks like it would take time to learn a choreography for that #but it's so elegant looking I love it #dancing in general is such a cool thing. cultural moving around that is so much fun as well #I wanna get back into dancing again at some point #but the next dance club is so far away that I can't go there after work and it's such a shame #I would love to learn some more dances in all honesty #I only know how to slow waltz and how to do the Viennese waltz #one day I wanna be able to do the Linzer Walzer as well though #I just really wanna be able to waltz well #waltzing is so much fun even if I do get dizzy very easily #but that's not what this is about! thank you for sharing a piece of your culture here! this was very cool to write!

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an-aroaces-harem · 1 month

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Ellis Twilight Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Ikemen Villains belongs to Cybird.

Another note: I know Ikemen Villains is set in victorian London, but I will use the japanese suffixes because I prefer them.

What is happiness?

It is like a twilight sky that changes color as soon as it is burned into the eye ...

It holds your heart forever and never lets go, but you'll never have the same one again.

Time, stand still, and let not this happiness fade away.

(From today onwards, my life will be monitored by the members of the assassin organization 'Crown' who control evil with evil.)

(As a 'fairytale writer', it is my duty and my only lifeline to record their sins.)

I get myself ready in front of the mirror and reassure myself that I am ready.

(I am honestly afraid to see this 'sin' again, but ...)

(I've handled a lot of complaints and deliveries at the post office in the past, and I've also worked in busy and crazy situations.)

(Don't worry. I'm sure I'll manage.)

Kate: Only one month. You can do it, you can do it ...

I said to myself like an incanation, opened the door, and took a vigorous step forward.

???: Whoa.

Kate: Ah!?

I bumped the tip of my nose against the chest of someone standing in front of the room.

Kate: I-I'm sorry ...!

Ellis: I'm sorry, too. ... Does it hurt.

(Ah ... that person ...)

--flashback--

Last night, I discovered th secret of Crown, an assassination organization und the direct control of the Queen.

Harrison: ... And? What are you going to do now that I've explained it to you so thoroughly, Victor?

Victor: Hm ... yeah ...

Ellis: Shall we kill her?

(Eh ...?)

Ellis: She doesn't seem happy at all, but I'll take care of that business.

--flashback end--

(He was the first person to suggest killing me.)

(But, then ...)

--flashback--

Ellis: I'm Ellis.

Kate: Ellis ... -kun. Nice to meet you.

Ellis: Hmm ... nice to meet you. Jude and I often go out for outside work.

Ellis: I'll make yo as happy as I can while you're here.

--flashback end--

He was the same guy, but he calmly said something like a marriage proposal ... a slightly different person.

(Why did Ellis-kun come in front of my room ...?)

(Oh, right. Surveillance has already started.)

If I do a bad job, they might kill me.

I remember the fear I felt last night, and I'm sure I stood up straight.

(We shouldn't be in the same mood as we were before.)

(I've already stepped into a different world.)

Kate: Ellis-kun, right? Please take care of me from today.

Ellis: Yes, Ellis Twilight. Come on ... don't be so stiff.

Ellis-kun laughed lightly and looked into my face with concern.

Ellis: ... your nose is turning red.

Ellis: I'm sorry. I was just about to knock when the door opened and I couldn't avoid it.

A long, slender arm holds the door.

Behind his habitual hair are the one and only twilight-colored eyes of his namesake.

I gasped at the unexpectedly close proximity and hurriedly apologized.

Kate: No! I'm sorry I was too enthusiastic and stepped out too fast.

Ellis: Spirited? Why?

Kate: Eh!? Umm ...

("I was afraid of living with you guys, and I was trying to get my mind off of it.")

(How ... can I say that?)

Kate: It's like being transferred to a department you don't know at all, so ... it's ...

Kate: Oh, yes! It's like that ...!

Ellis: Oh, yes ...

Ellis-kun blinks his eyes.

(Hmm, too unnatural ...)

Ellis: ... You're such a cute person.

Kate: Um ... it's okay if you don't follow me ...

(I should have been to have an excuse, but it's kind of very embarrassing ...)

As I averted my gaze as if looking for a place to hide myself, Ellis-kun returned to a straight face and said something in a loud voice.

Ellis: I'd like to ask Hana-san to do her first job in a new department.

Kate: ... Wow ...

(Beautiful garden.)

I was taken to the courtyard of Crown Castle ...

There was a beautiful garden there that had been meticulously manicured in every detail.

Seasonal flowers are in full bloom and smell good, like paradise.

(Although last night I felt nothing but majesty and danger in the towering castle ...)

(There are some places that are so restful.)

I followed Ellis-kun along the path, admiring the beautiful gardens, until we came to a pavilion.

Tea and scones are prepared on the table as if a tea party is about to begin.

Ellis: Go ahead.

Kate: Uh ... T-thank you very much.

I sat down in the chair, puzzled by Ellis-kun pulling out the chair and waiting for me, and he sat down on the opposite side of the table.

(He asked me for a job. But I'm not sure I can do it ...)

Kate: Do we do my first job here?

Ellis: Yeah ... your first job is to have breakfast with me.

(... Eh?)

Ellis: Tell me about you over a nice meal. I'll tell you about me too.

Ellis: If you record it, it will be a record as a 'fairytale writer', won't it?

Kate: That would be ... honestly very helpful.

Ellis: Good, I'm glad I could be of service.

It seems like he is serious and trying to help me.

Ellis: I'll tell you about the other members of Crown.

Ellis: I think it's a bit scary to live among people you don't know at all.

Kate: ...!

(I never expected this 'first job' to be ...)

Kate: Did you ask me out to relieve my nerves?

Ellis: ... kinda right.

Kate: 'Kinda'?

Ellis: It's also so I can talk to you, which is ... a little incorrect.

A soft, faint smile is on his lips.

(I wonder if the first impression I had of Ellis-kun last night was a misunderstanding.)

Just by being near him, the temperature of my body feels cooler ...

... it is as if something is peeking at us from the blurred open darkness ...

... I'm sure I felt that kind of anxiety last night ...

(I don't feel such anxiety from Ellis-kun in front of me.)

(Maybe that was because that was right after I saw the murder scene.)

I quietly brushed aside the strange feeling that was surely brewing in my chest, and decided not to look at it.

... In hindsight, this was a mistake.

(Anyway, since Ellis-kun arranged this for me ...)

(With all due respect, let's hear what you have to say.)

Kate: Thank you very much, Ellis-kun.

Ellis: I didn't do anything for which you could thank me.

Ellis: Do you like sweets? These are the scones Victor baked this morning.

Kate: What? Victor bakes ...?

Ellis: Yeah, it tastes really good. Al is also a good cook.

Ellis: The clotted cream is something I learned from Al and made it myself.

Ellis: Liam recommended this jam, so he bought it for me.

Ellis: Maybe it's because he's a stage actor, but he knows what's trendy.

Ellis: This meat pie is from a place Roger-san used to take me for lunch. He often writes about it.

Kate: W-wait a minute. I want to write down what you just told me ...!

I took out my pocket notebook.

Ellis-kun told me all about the people of Crown, and I was very impressed.

Kate: I know this apricot crumpet store! There's quite a line, isn't there?

Ellis: Harry and I bought them side by side. Harry has a sweet tooth and loves a good sweet store.

Kate: Hehe ... I see you are all good friends at Crown.

(I've always felt like I lived in a different, though.)

(I feel a little relieved to know that we are the same people who live in London ...)

(Thanks to Ellis-kun.)

Keeping the overflowing smile on his face, he spreads cream on the scone at hand.

Ellis: Kate-san.

Kate: Yes ...?

Very naturally, Ellis-kun's large hand reached up to my face.

Ellis: ... It looks like cream is on your hair.

Kate: Eh? Ah ...

(Really, I didn't notice.)

Ellis-kun scooped my hair with his fingertips and gently pulled it over my ears.

Kate: Thank you very much.

Ellis: You're welcome. Was it so good you got carried away?

Resting his face on one hand, Ellis-kun looked at me and smiled.

Kate: ... Yes, it's delicious.

Ellis: Good.

(I can't believe you can do this casually, Ellis-kun seems to be ... popular.)

Realizing that my heart was pounding, I tried to calm down my erractic heartbeat.)

Kate: You prepared a seat like this for me, you cared about me ...

Kate: Why are you being so nice to me?

(I don't even remember doing anything to Ellis-kun that would make him be this nice to me yesterday ...)

Ellis: Kate-san, you didn't look happy all last night.

Ellis: I just want whoever is around me to smile as much as possible.

(That's it ...?)

(To Ellis-kun, I'm a stranger who knows nothing about him.)

Kate: Do you do this for everyone? Even if you have never met them before?

Ellis: Eh ...? Hm ... I guess it's no good.

His naive doubt, on the contrary, made him look puzzled.

(Ellis-kun is a bit of a strange person after all.)

(But ...)

Kate: ... I was happy.

(I'm sure Ellis-kun made me feel better.)

Ellis: I see. ... I'm glad you don't mind.

... By the end of the harmonious breakfast, my guard was completely down.

Ellis: Do you enjoy the theater?

Kate: Yes, I do. In fact, last night, I took an unfamiliar night shift because I wanted money for tickets ...

Ellis: Fufu ... quite passionate.

I chatted with Ellis-kun endlessly, as if we were new friends.

Then, the sound of footsteps echoed.

Victor: Hey, hey, it's so exciting!

Ellis: Victor.

Kate: ...! Good morning.

Victor: Oh, don't get up! I don't mean to interrupt your pleasant banter.

Victor: Ellis offered to take care of breakfast for me, but ... have you relaxed a bit?

Victor smiled at me and looked at me probingly.

The shado of unfathomability I felt from him last night has faded, and I sense warmth and concern in his jewel-like eyes.

(Maybe it was because I enjoyed my 'first job' with Ellis-kun so much that I was able to relax.)

Kate: Yes, thanks to Ellis-kun and the delicious scones Victor baked for us.

Victor: ...

I smiled gratefully, and Victor seemed a little surprised.

But soon after, he smiles like a blossoming flower.

Victor: Yeah, yeah. Your open smile says "I'm so happy to be Crown's exclusive fairytale writer"!

Ellis: ... Didn't you say that much?

Kate: ... Hehe.

Victor looked at me with a small shake of his shouldered and narrowed his eyes.

Victor: Well, I have two requests for you, fairytale master. You must keep the secret, and you must write down the sins.

Victor: The former is fine, but I didn't want you to be lost as to what to do about the latter.

Victor: Can I explain a little?

Kate: Yes, by all means.

Victor: It's not that hard. I want you to take a good look at the people in Crown and write down what you find sinful.

Victor: I'll leave it to you to figure out how to do it.

Victor: You can see mutiple people on different days, or you can focus on one person and work with them.

(Observe the Crown members carefully, the methods and partner are free ... I see.)

Kate: I understand. ... Um, what is the extent of my surveillance?

Victor: I don't want to restrict your freedom of movement except to go out alone.

Victor: I may ask to accompany me on missions, but you can spend the rest of the time however you like.

I'm a little relieved because I thought I'd be under more intense scrutiny.

Kate: I understand. Thank you for your explanation.

Victor: ... I have to admit, I was a little surprised just now. I didn't expect to see your smile so soon.

Victor: We showed you a terrible scene and we are an evil organization that can't even say that you can rest in peace.

A joking wink ...

Then Victor squinted his eyes to watch the dazzling sunlight.

Victor: Hopefully, this will not take away your smile and the darkness that will inevitably touch you.

Strangely, I didn't think the words he told me were a lie.

(The people at Crown are no doubt dwellers of the darkness, horrible people who are willing to lay their hands on people.)

I thought that if I looked into the depths of their hearts, I would be able to understand their feelings.

Victor: I'll leave you to it. The Queen's aide is quite busy.

It seemed that he was just there to see how things were going, and Victor quickly left without getting on the tapes.

(To note a sin, you must first take a good look at the person in Crown, huh?)

Then I'd like to know more about Ellis-kun first.

Such feelings come very naturally.

Kate: Um, Ellis-kun ... what are your plans for today?

But my voice is interrupted by a swarthy voice.

Jude: You have to work, right? Why are you slacking off? I'll kick your ass!

Ellis, Kate: !

The dusky voice makes me jump up and down.

(That voice ...)

Fearfully, I turned around to see Jude-san standing in the courtyard with his arms folded, looking exasperated.

(Oh, he is angry ...)

Ellis: Sorry, I'm coming.

Without even standing up, Ellis-kun leisurely turned his gaze towards Jude-san and answered.

(So carefree ...)

Jude-san clicked his tongue and quickly flipped his cloak and went.

Ellis: ... today's schedule, as you can see.

Kate: You work for a trading company, right?

(Jude-san was the president and Ellis-kun was his assistant ...)

(I was going to observe Ellis-kun, but maybe I should change the day.)

Kate: Thank you for taking the time for me. Good luck with your work.

Ellis: ...

Ellis-kun stared at me, thinking about something.

Kate: Um ...

Ellis: If you want, you can come with me.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen villains ellis #ellis twilight #resa translates something for once?

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yelenasvestenthusiast · 2 months

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savior ; kate bishop

summary: no one should spend valentine's day alone. well, according to kate, anyway. warnings: none. gender neutral if you change like one word, though

you close your eyes, relishing the cool water sliding down your throat. the headache from last night had started to fade, though the cuts still stung.

you rest your head against the kitchen wall and sigh, stretching your neck a bit as an attempt to get rid of the ache in your muscles.

a buzz comes from your kitchen counter, signaling a call. you pick it up, smile at the contact name, and hold the device up to your ear. "what is it, kate?"

"can you open the door please?"

your smile starts to droop. "what door?"

"your door. duh."

"oh, please don't tell me she got in trouble again." you groan, but walk to your front door anyway. once you open it, you're met with kate, clumsily attempting to hold a box of pizza, a bouquet of flowers, a paper bag, and lucky's leash all at once.

"kate!" you exclaim, catching the box of pizza before it reaches the floor. "what-"

you aren't even given the chance to finish your sentence as she strides towards your kitchen, sighing with relief as she puts down her 'packages' on your table and lets lucky run free.

"what's this?" you demand, your hands on your hips.

kate ignores you and brings out a heart-shaped cake from the paper bag, lighting it with pink candles.

"kate."

"this," the archer blows out the flame from her lighter, picks up the bouquet of flowers, and does a little twirl towards you. "is me saving your valentine's."

you glance at your phone, still unlocked on the kitchen table, and see that it is, indeed, fourteenth of february.

you give her a look, followed by a sarcastic, "really?"

kate shrugs. "figured you, as a miserable single person-"

"hey!"

"-would've spent valentines alone. since you're too nice for that, i've decided to spend it with you!"

"you're single too!" you protest, but thankfully accept the flowers.

"exactly. also, take it as an apology for dragging you into whatever last night was."

a beat. and then a smile slowly forms on your face against your will. before you could say anything, kate takes out a slice of pizza. "so. you hungry?"

lucky comes running from wherever he was, and it was only then you realize why the dog looked different. kate had put a bowtie on him.

"kate!" you laugh. you squat down to pet him, feeding him a slice. "aw, you little gentleman. c'mere. you want pizza? yeah? sure you do, you good boy."

"sorry pizza's the most romantic dinner i could get."

"it's fine. really. you have cake and flowers and everything."

she taps her fingers on the tabletop, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, thinking. you notice her silence and give lucky a last kiss before approaching her. "you okay? you don't look very happy."

"i'm fine. um." kate takes a deep breath. "so, i was.. thinking. that.. i.."

"yeah?" you're listening carefully. you were really grateful for her. she was supposed to be resting at home and yet she'd gone through all this trouble to make sure you weren't alone on valentine's day. much like she made sure clint wasn't alone on christmas.

"that i wanted us to be each other's valentines."

"we technically are, though."

"no, i mean-" she closes her eyes. "not platonically. like, i'm asking you... to be my girlfriend."

"oh."

"but it's okay if you don't want to! i mean, i guess i'm sort of putting pressure on you, buying you stuff and all, but i'm not bribing you! i'm just genuinely asking because i really like you and think you're cool, so-"

you turn her around to face you and shut her up with a kiss.

she melts. immediately. you can feel her body relax into you, her hands tentatively placing themselves on your waist. she kisses back, evidently unsure, so you caress her cheek with the pad of your thumb to assure her that it's okay and you'd meant to do that.

when the need for air arises, you part. kate is grinning. "i'm assuming that means yes?"

"it means definitely."

lucky barks, bringing both of your attention to him. he sits there innocently with his tail wagging and his mouth opened into a dog's version of a smile. you start to laugh, kate following shortly after.

so far, this was the best valentine's day ever.

a/n: happy valentine's day, single or taken :)

#kate bishop #marvel #mcu #oneshot #imagines #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x male reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x you #male!reader #female!reader #gn!reader #hawkeye

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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Yearning (John Price x reader)

Summary: You go against Price’s orders and get hurt. The captain has a hard time deciding if he’s angry or worried about you.

Note: A short something. Fluff. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: afab!reader

John was mad. He gave you clear orders to stay on the base, but no, you had to disappear in the middle of the night. Now he was standing in front of his desk, staring down at the laptop's camera with a look that could possibly kill.

"Keep your little protégé on a leash, Kate," he told his friend. Because Kate was a friend, one of the handful of people he trusted with his life. But this troublemaker she had sent to join their team for a while was too much to handle.

The woman let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair. "She's authorized to act on her own, just like Alex."

Putting his palms on the desk, he leaned close to the camera. "She's reckless, hot-headed, and doesn't respect the rules," he listed. "She's gonna get herself in trouble."

"Look, you said it yourself, she went somewhere with Alex. Who, and you need to think about that, also went against your orders. But anyway, wherever they are, they are together and I trust them. I advise you to do the same," Kate suggested.

"And if she gets hurt?"

"She did get hurt," a man said behind him.

He turned around and found Alex standing in the door, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. "You're back? Where is she?" he asked.

Alex hesitated when he realized the captain was truly angry this time, losing his temper over the two of them leaving without his permission. "In the infirmary," he told him with a sigh. "A bullet grazed her side, but it's nothing serious."

"I'll go see her," Price said before turning back to the laptop. "Talk to you later, Kate."

"Don't be too hard on her, please," she tried.

"We'll just talk," he said with a huff.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about."

John shook his head then walked past Alex to get out of the room. His heart was racing, mind full of worst case scenarios. The bullet grazed your side, that usually wasn't a big deal. But what if it was? What if you had some other injury your partner in crime didn't know about?

Even though he was mad at you, he couldn’t help but be worried as well. It had been like that for a long time, him having a hard time making up his mind whether he was angry or worried. You had this strange, mind altering effect on him which slowly drove him crazy. He didn’t want you to get hurt, but it seemed like you were attracting trouble.

Once he stepped inside the infirmary, John took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He asked a nurse where you were, and the very moment you entered that examination room, you held up a hand and stopped him before he could say anything.

"Don't say a word. I know I went against your order again and I’m sorry,” you told him with an awkward smile.

He nodded as he pointed at the bandage that was just under your sports bra. "Does it hurt?"

"I'll live. The painkillers will help."

"I was worried," he admitted after some silence.

You raised an eyebrow at him, finding it strange that he sounded so nice and truly worried. "I thought you were mad at me," you pointed out, your head tilted to the side as you watched him.

"I can be both." He laughed a little then pulled a chair closer to sit down in front of you, positioning himself almost between your legs. "Kate warned you?"

"No, it was Alex."

John smiled up at you, having a hard time fighting the urge to put his hands on your knees. "You two really are thick as thieves, huh?" he asked jokingly.

Shrugging, you returned his smile. "I guess we are."

"What the hell were you thinking? I told you to stay on the base."

"I'm sorry."

"Did you at least find what you were looking for?"

"Yes,” you replied with a nod.

"At least you didn't get shot for nothing."

"I'll hand in my report–"

"Alex will do it, you can hand it in when you’re ready. You need to rest."

"I'm fine."

With his eyes fixed on you, John reached out to poke your injured side with his finger, causing you to flinch and whine from the pain you felt despite the meds they had given you. "You don't look fine to me,” he said.

With a sigh, you raised a hand and gave him the best puppy eyes you could pull in this situation. “That was mean.”

John knew you were right. Right now you were just a whiny brat, a kid who did whatever it took to cross every single line there was. But in the back of his mind he still saw the real you, that kind and passionate woman who always looked after her teammates, the one who always visited and entertained them in the infirmary if they ended up there.

Maybe he was playing favorites with you, overlooking your behavior only because he liked you, maybe a little more than a captain should like a member of his team. He wasn’t blind, and he was certainly one of those men who craved intimate relationships, even if they were only temporary.

But what if things between the two of you wouldn’t be temporary? What if it was something that could last, something that could shape your futures? He wanted to know what it would be like to be with you. Whenever he thought about it, whenever he imagined you being his romantic partner, he always ended up thinking you would be a great match.

“What are you thinking about?” you suddenly asked, your voice soft and kind as you spoke to him.

John let out a weak laugh, resting his hands on the bed on your sides while he rolled the chair a little closer. “I’d rather not tell,” he replied, though this didn’t seem to be enough for you. Seeing the expectant look on your face, he let out a sigh, then inched one hand closer and closer to your thigh. “Things I really shouldn’t be thinking about. I could bring an internal investigation on myself if I made a move.”

An understanding gleam passed your beautiful eyes as you watched him, your hand moving to find his. “I wouldn’t tell.”

“I’m glad, sweetheart, but that’s something I won’t do, no matter how badly I want it,” he explained, earning a sad look from you. “I should go. Get some rest, we’ll need you back on your feet as soon as we can.”

He wished he could stay. He wished he could just sit there and hold your hand, giving you kisses every now and then just to make sure you’re okay and breathing despite the injury not being as serious as he had feared. But he couldn’t do it, and he made sure to tell you the real reason, hoping you would understand.

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MacGyver and son

This story is a fanfic of a show, I've never actually watched, apart from a very few scenes. Nevertheless I think, that viewed in the right context, it would be a very interesting plot twist.

Body a day - #19: Dad

“I still can’t believe he fell for it,” laughed ‘Sam’, whilst Murdoc began to take off all of MacGyver’s clothes.

“Tell me how you managed to achieve this, whatsyourname?” Murdoc asked his partner as he was stripping the former agent and sworn enemy.

“It’s Sam now, and you better not forget it, dad,” said his partner in the guise of a nice young man firmly, “Sean Angus Malloy, but everyone just call me Sam.”

“All right then, Sam... Tell me...”

“Oh, Old MacGyver was a real heartthrob, when he was young, not difficult to imagine with that face and that body, I managed to track down one Kate Malloy, who he had a loving relation with, she was an excellent source of information…”

“How did you get her tell you all this?” Murdoc asked now standing with the naked husk of MacGyver.

“It was easy, really,” Sam replied, “I told her, I was interviewing her for a book. She was apparently very fond of him, so she spent a long time telling me all sorts of stuff about him, and I also got her to tell me about herself. And with your help, I had all that I needed to successfully play his 'long-lost son'. And he believed every single word I told him, I even managed to get him to quit, just to spend time with me.” Sam laughed again at the last remark, then got up from his chair to help Murdoc with the MacGyver-suit.

“Heh, now you’ll certainly live up to your title as ‘master of disguise’, you couldn’t have asked for a better disguise,” Sam grinned.

“You are absolutely right,” gloated Murdoc, having stripped himself naked. He held the hollowed out skin of MacGyver up in front of him, “let’s get to it then.”

Stretching out MacGyver’s mouth ludicrously wide, Murdoc slid his legs one at a time into the warm and squishy skinsuit. Sam pushed the toes into place one by one, as Murdoc pulled MacGyver further up his body. MacGyver’s strong legs were now in place. Murdoc continued, pulling the skin up further, covering his torso, he forced down his arms down MacGyver’s mouth and guided his upper limbs into the empty husk's. He flexed his new hands. Murdoc caressed the rest of his new body, still with MacGyver’s hollow head hanging off his shoulders like a hood. Sam rubbed him on the back, helping him smooth out any creases or flaws.

“Now put on the face, dad” urged Sam, “Heh, all right,” grinned Murdoc and pulled MacGyver’s face over his own, he pushed the facial features into place and opened his eyes. “How do I look, son?”

“You look amazing, dad,” came the reply.

“Yes, this guy is fit,” the new MacGyver said, rubbing his hands across his bare chest and arms, "and pretty handsome too - now the way is open for us, Sam, nothing is going to stop us,” MacGyver laughed, replicated the voice of his enemy perfectly. He paused, looking pensive, then asked; “but if Sam isn’t the son of Malloy and MacGyver, then who is he?”

“I don’t know,” said Sam indifferently, “just some random pretty young man, that kinda looks like MacGyver, I don’t think there’s any relation between them. But hey, I’m not complaining, and the idiot believed me.” Sam’s boyish demeanour was incredibly convincing and effective at hiding the evil within, and he played the role of easygoing young man with an innocent smile and disarming laughter perfectly.

“I’m ready,” said the MacGyver imposter, having pulled on his victim’s t-shirt, jeans, socks and boots, “get the biker jackets and the rest of the gear, and let’s get going.”

“Sure thing, dad,” laughed Sam. Now they only had one final little role play to wrap up, then they’d be on their way. Murdoc had big plans for using MacGyver’s body, and Sam was the perfect partner. The two imposters went outside to get on their bikes.

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‘MacGyver’ and ‘Sam’ arrived on their motorcycles, in their matching leather biker jackets. ‘Sam’ was quickly of the bike to greet MacGyver’s boss and best friend, Pete Thornton. “Hi Mr. Thornton.”

Mr. Thornton shook his hand, “Sam. What, are you guys all packed for your trip?”

“Just finished,” MacGyver replied. “Oh, MacCyver, the Phoenix Board asked me to give you this,” Thornton said pulling out an envelope from his inner pocket.

“Pete-” said MacGyver trying to cut him off. “It’s an offer of a new contract, and it’s very generous, and I think you oughta look at it.”

“We’ve been through this before,” MacGyver said impatiently, silently pleased with how easy he could deceive even MacGyver's closest friend. “Sam, and I got a little catching up to do,” he continued and padded Sam’s face, Sam laughed.

Accepting defeat, Thornton put the envelope back in his pocket. “Well I – I told them that you wouldn’t go for it,” he paused, “You know… I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like without you around here.” That statement had the most delicious irony, thought MacGyver to himself, trying to look just a little sad. “Well, it was bound to happen – things change.”

“Not always,” replied Thornton, “good things don’t.” MacGyver and Sam both suppressed the urge to laugh. “Don’t you ever change, MacGyver” Thornton continued, clearly being moved by this ‘sad goodbye’, that both MacGyver and Sam played through. “Don’t you either,” replied MacGyver. Thornton opened his arms, and the imposter gave him a hug.

“Well, can I expect to drop in once in a while anyway?”

MacGyver placed a hand on Thornton’s shoulder, “Count on it, my friend.” “Sam,” Thornton said and stretched out his hand to the young man again, “take care of your old man, will ya?” “You can count on it,” Sam replied delightfully, shaking Thornton’s hand a final time.

'MacGyver and son' mounted their bikes. “So – where to?” asked Sam rhetorically as he grabbed his helmet. “Somewhere else,” replied MacGyver rehearsed. Sam sent him one of his boyish smiles, after which they both put on their helmets. They started their engines and headed off. That was the end of the old MacGyver and the beginning of a new.

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Aphrodisiac Event - Roger Barel (part 2)

As usual can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

I changed into a simple night dress to join high society and headed to the Weasley mansion with Roger.

Many well-dressed men gathered at the mansion.

At the center of the gathered guests was a stout man.

(That must be the head of the Weasley family)

(That must mean that the three beside him are ladies of the Weasley family)

Weasley Head: Gentlemen gathered here tonight. I’ve assembled you all here for one reason only, to meet our beloved princesses. These days, women live wisely. They observe with their own eyes, gain experience, and hopefully find the best marriage partner. Take liberty tonight! Close your eyes on a few things, wahahaha.

When the head of the family raised his wine glass, everyone cheered.

(At any rate, those three are so lovely)

Although they were different types, the three ladies were fairly attractive.

As evidence, the men in the room were very interested in them.

(I wonder if Roger will only talk to his type, even when looking for a test subject)

Roger: Alright. Let’s eat first.

Kate: Huh?

Roger walked in the opposite direction of the ladies and piled up food from the table on his plate.

And then, without a care about what others thought, sat down and started eating.

Roger: I’m looking for a test subject, but got hungry. It’s not like anyone will touch this anyway. I don’t like people who waste food. Can’t be helped if you have allergies or some other issue, but unfortunately, I’m in good health.

The sight of Roger enthusiastically eating meat was so “typical” of him that I couldn’t help but smile.

Kate: I completely agree with you on that.

I also stacked food on my plate before it got cold and sat next to Roger.

Roger: Haha, nice. I think a woman who can join in at a time like this is a good woman.

Roger’s a pleasant person to be with.

He’s blunt and voices his thoughts as they are.

Above all, he gets the job done. Though sometimes…he can stand to be more sensitive.

(He must be a popular guy)

(Though come to think of it, Roger’s view on love is a mystery)

Kate: Assuming you find a test subject, does having to sleep with the other person…not bother you?

Roger: That’s a very roundabout way to ask. Are you asking if I can get hard around anyone?

Kate: That’s one way to put it, but yes.

Roger: In short, yes. There’s individual differences, but it’s animal instinct. However, just because you’ve slept with someone once, doesn’t mean you have any sort of feelings for them. As you know, I don’t like trouble.

Kate: Even if you’re like that, isn’t it possible that the other isn’t?

Roger: I pick my partner first. If I’m unconvinced, then I won’t sleep with them and it won’t continue.

Roger’s too rational with his way of thinking.

It’s like a math equation.

However, I don’t think love and affection can be easily separated.

Kate: Roger, have you never been in love?

Roger: Love, huh. To me, love’s something that can’t be proven. That’s why I don’t believe in it at all. What you call love is a dysfunction of the brain or a misunderstanding caused by sexual desire. That’s my definition of love.

Kate: That’s a very Roger definition.

Roger’s right, love is an unknown thing.

I can understand his way of thinking, but for some reason, it makes my heart ache.

(Huh…?)

(Why do I feel so sad?)

(Ah, I see)

Roger’s teased me, kissed me, and did a lot of other things.

But I know that none of this is motivated by love.

(I…thought Roger was showing me some kind of affection)

(I feel embarrassed thinking I was someone special…)

Roger: Huh? Where’re you going, little lady?

Kate: Um, to the restroom.

To hide my agitation, I left Roger and let the night breeze cool my head.

After calming down, I headed back to Roger.

Immediately, I saw one of the ladies with her arms around Roger…

Eldest Weasley daughter: You’re wonderful. You’re the only one who didn’t jump on us right away.

Roger: Hmm, so you’re not into someone who’ll obediently wag his tail. That’s some work.

Eldest Weasley daughter: Hehe. Hey…My room’s upstairs. We can head up there if you like.

Seeing Roger’s lips close to her ear made my heart ache.

(Good. Now that he found a test subject, Roger’s research will progress)

(I’ll just head home by myself. That’s it)

(That’s all…And yet…)

I found myself grabbing the hem of Roger’s clothes.

I was like a whiny child whose precious toy just got taken away.

Roger: …O_O

Eldest Weasley daughter: What’s up with that girl?

Kate: Ah, sorry. I…

Roger: Sorry, she’s my woman.

Eldest Weasley daughter and Kate: Eh?

Roger: Not only that, but my fiancee too. Even a open-minded father wouldn’t let you hook up with an engaged man.

Eldest Weasley daughter: W-wha?!

Roger: Thanks for the invite and good luck with finding a groom. Let’s go, Kate.

Eldest Weasley daughter: What? What is this~~!

Kate: Roger, please wait.

Roger suddenly stopped and leaned down a bit to look me in the eye.

Roger: Jeez, I lost out on a fine test subject because you were acting cute, you know?

(It’s really, really frustrating how I didn’t mean to)

(I was glad that Roger chose someone…)

Did I fall for Roger’s scheme to make me glad to take him up on his first suggestion?

Kate: I take full responsibility.

Roger: Hmm. And by that you mean?

Kate: I’ll take the aphrodisiac.

Roger brought me back and we went to a room in the palace.

Kate: Why the palace?

Roger: The palace’s empty in the dead of night, so I thought it’d be the perfect place. No one will bother us and Crown won’t hear you moaning.

Kate: Moaning. I’m not moaning!

Roger: Not yet. Here, Kate.

I was startled when I felt a vial be placed in my hand.

(I wonder what will happen if I drink this)

Roger: Scared? Kate: I’m not. Well, bottoms up.

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Ellis Twilight — Villain’s Night Story Event

Chapter 1

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On the eve of Halloween, the smell of sweet sweets drifted in the kitchen of Crown Castle.

Victor: "It's about time to finish baking. Now, take the scones out of the oven."

Ellis: “Miss Kate, let me do it, I don't want you to get burned.”

Kate: "Thank you very much. Ellis, please be careful.”

Ellis: "Hmm. ......Oh, it's baked beautifully."

Victor: "Ahahaha, it’s my secret recipe for scones with extra butter.”

We cheered as we looked at the scones, which were perfectly baked as if they were for sale.

Tomorrow, October 31st, Halloween will come to England, and the city will be bustling.

I was talking with Ellis about whether we could do something for the people of the town.

I decided to hand out scones after learning from Victor.

We don't live in the sunshine, but it shouldn't be a bummer if we do this every now and then.

(.....It's so Ellis to be so friendly and kind to the people of the town that he wants to distribute sweets.)

Victor: "Are you going to distribute this tomorrow?"

Kate: "Yes, I intend to do so."

Victor: "That's very nice. As expected of my kind-hearted Ellis and Kate!"

Ellis: “Victor... You hug is a little bit too strong."

Victor: "Oops, my apologies! My love has overflowed."

Victor: "But be careful of one thing. Tomorrow is 'Night of the Moonbeams'."

Kate: "Night of the Moonbeams…?”

Victor: "Oh, I see. Kate, I haven't told you yet."

Victor explains it to me.

Every few years, when Halloween falls on a full or new moon, it is said that the "sin of the cursed will be intensified".

It is also known as "Night of the Moonbeams" because moon flowers bloom to coincide with the festival.

(...Such strange things happen. Maybe it's because of the phases of the moon?)

Kate: “Thank you for your concise explanation. So, what actually happens when sin intensifies?'

Victor: "As much as i’d like to tell you, I don't really know what will happen!”

Kate: "Eh?"

Victor: "The last time the Moonbeams Night happened was 20 years ago."

Victor: “Twenty years ago...Most of the children of Clowns weren't even aware that they were cursed, were they?"

Kate: “Yes, that's right. Let's see, Ellis, 20 years ago...”

Ellis: "...I wonder if I'm finally able to speak?"

Kate & Victor: ".............Cute"

Ellis: “...Fufu, both of you are sharing the voices of your hearts.”

Kate: "Oh, I'm sorry. I just...”

Victor: “Ahem. So, to sum it up, tomorrow is your first dangerous night in 20 years."

Victor: “You never know what's going to happen. You have to be back before the moon rises in the sky.”

…

Ellis and I carry the cooled scones and wrap them one by one.

Kate: “By the way, the decorations in this dining room are amazing...”

Ellis: 'It's a tradition. I help Victor every year."

Ellis muttered something in between the casual conversation.

Ellis: "Is it okay if you come with me…..tomorrow?"

Kate: “Eh…..?”

Ellis: “Aren't you afraid of me, Miss Kate?”

Ellis: "If you're even a little scared, I'll stop being with you."

Ellis: ".....I just want to make you happy, but I don't want to scare you."

(Because you never know what might happen on the Moonbeams Night, right?)

To be honest, I don't know what will happen tomorrow, either.

(I only know that Ellis will never do what I don't like.)

(Besides, I don't want to be afraid of Ellis.)

Kate: “I want to be with you. It's our first Halloween together."

Ellis: ".....Thank you, Miss Kate. ...Actually, I also wanted to be with you."

Ellis's sweet smile makes me smile too.

Kate: “Then we're in this together."

Ellis: “…Yes, together.”

Ellis: “But I can't even imagine what a heightened sin of my curse would look like.....”

(Huh? Speaking of which.)

Kate: "I still haven’t known about Ellis's curse."

Ellis: "Oh, is that so?" :0

Ellis: "......Then guess what it is." :D

For example, William is the curse of the king of self-righteousness, so I think sin is self-righteousness and condemnation.

(Ellis comes with Thorn curse. So to think.....)

Kate: “.....Do you stab the other person?"

Ellis: “Fufu, lovely. Slightly incorrect."

Kate: “U-uh, well then—“

Ellis chuckled as he stared at my thinking face.

Ellis: “I think I'll just shut up for a bit because you're so cute looking for answers.”

Ellis: "......If possible, I want you to keep not knowing."

Ellis: "If you know the answer, tell me."

…

Then, on Halloween day, we headed out into town with our wrapped scones in hand.

It is said that Halloween in the UK lacks excitement, the city is found to be livelier and more buoyant than usual.

An old woman who sells fruit: "Oh, Ellis, little girl. Happy Halloween."

Ellis: "Hello, Anna."

Ellis: "Hey... Trick or Treat?”

An old woman who sells fruit: ".....? Trick or treat?”

Ellis: “Yes, treat. ...Here you go."

An old woman who sells fruit: “Oh my God. ......Are these homemade? Oh roastie, thank you, you two."

Bookshop owner: "Hey, Ellis! Miss Kate! Those are sweeties, aren’t they?"

Bookshop owner: “Well, then, be my guest. Trick or treat!"

Ellis: “Here you go. It's got lots of butter, so it's bound to be good.”

A child dressed as a ghost: "Brother, sister! Trick or Treat!"

Ellis: "Be careful not to fall.... Yes, please."

(Fufu, Ellis is very popular! And everyone seems to be having fun.....)

…

When the sun began to set, the scones in the basket were empty.

Kate: "Wow... All's gone now. It went by so fast."

Ellis: "Yeah. Oh, that's right."

Ellis: “Miss Kate, do you want to trick-or-treat with…me too?”

(…..With you?)

Kate: “…Trick or Treat?”

Ellis: "Yes, please. I hid the last one for you."

Kate: "B-but if I get it, I'll get Ellis's share...”

Ellis: "I'm fine. .....If you're happy, that's enough."

Ellis: "Or do you want to play a trick on me?"

Kate: 'O-oh, sweets are good. Thank you."

Ellis: "Fufu, you're welcome."

(Ellis really is always thinking about people's happiness, isn't he?)

He puts his own desires aside and always puts other people's feelings first, that's Ellis I know.

To give me the last of the sweets without any hesitation.

Every time I see Ellis like that, I admire his kindness, and then I feel a little lonely.

(I wish I could make you happy, Ellis, instead of just having you do things to me.)

Bar owner: “Ellis, missy! Stop by the tavern. I'll buy you a drink for the scones."

Me and Ellis look up at the sky at the same time.

The sun has just started to tilt, and it seems that there will still be time before the moon appears.

Ellis: “Miss Kate, are you leaving now? Or do you want to go to the tavern with me?”

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5 brazilian horror movies

since it’s october i wanted to make a post to recommend some of my favorite old brazillian horror movies. i tried to add links to watch them but not all have subtitles unfortunately! this is mostly in the order i thought of them, not exactly of content/quality/whatever. i haven’t watched many myself yet but i figured this would be a nice introduction to anyone who is interested!

1. as filhas do fogo (1978) dir. walter hugo khouri

ana & diana are a couple who go on a trip to diana’s family estate - an old house owned by old money, german colonizers. there we learn about diana’s family, her controlling & wwii-obsessed grandfather who wanted to get away from everything and bought this land & her mother who commited suicide years ago. we also meet the groundskeepers who live there, including the mysterious mariana. a heavily atmospheric, dark (both in content & the poor quality of the available print..), quiet, haunting & wonderful movie. khouri was mostly disregarded by critics because he seemingly went against the grain: while directors at the time were documenting concerns re the brazilian working class, khouri was mostly in old big homes, filming the ennui of a middle to upper class. that’s not to say that his movies are without a critique, however, and as filhas do fogo is a good example of his cinema that was well aware of, not only the history of the country, but the current political climate of a dictatorship. besides all that, most importantly.. it is so creepy! this is my favorite from khouri (and not just because it stars a lesbian couple) and possibly my favorite movie on this list.

watch on archive.org (w/ eng subtitles)

2. barão olavo, o terrível (1970) dir. júlio bressane

in this lovely experimental film, bressane pays an homage to horror & insanity in a very brazilian manner. the titular baron olavo owns the home which is the central point of the film and the inspiration for bressane, who saw this 19th century house as a laboratory of light. there’s no central plot exactly, but a spectacle of colors, horror, tenderness, absurdity and indulgence.. i love it. and yes, maybe lesbians are involved too.

watch on archive.org (no subtitles)

3. estrela nua (1984) dir. josé antonio garcia & ícaro martins

a very recent watch, estrela nua is a movie that could be easily paired with perfect blue or any of those 2girls1persona films. carla camurati plays glória, an aspiring actress who is suddenly cast to substitute troubled actress ângela, who has recently died in a car accident. ângela was working on an incestuous erothic thriller, and as glória starts working on the film she begins to.. maybe blend with said dead actress?? obsess over her?? dream about/with her..?? you know where this is going. there’s the clear element of a film within a film in this, but as it ends we realize we might have watched more than a couple movies - and they all work. carla camurati & cristina aché are phenomenal and the great selma egrei (from as filhas do fogo) also shows up as a lesbian actress.. it's just so strange and good.

watch here (no subtitles)

4. excitação (1977) dir. jean garrett

i opted for his garrett instead of a mulher... even though i consider both great brazilian horror films. both lean heavy on the erotic (or rather, the pornochanchada) and deal with, among other things, The Gaze. but i think excitação’s atmospheric beach scenes fit this list better. helena's husband buys a beach house hoping that she'll be able to rest & recover from whatever has been ailing her (hysteria..? paranoia..?). there, she finds out the past owner killed himself and that perhaps is what has been haunting her.. or is it maybe all the electronics in the house? excitação is, as i said, incredibly atmospheric. helena is mostly isolated, away from her husband, walking around the beach alone at night. she looks and looks: at the sea, at beautiful women, at every possible machine around her. this is one for the psychotic women enjoyers. kate hansen is so good.

watch on youtube (no subtitles)

5. as noites de iemanjá (1971) dir. maurice capovila

as noites de iemanjá is in my mind reminiscent of 40s val lewton films like i walked with a zombie.. both in the sense of women at the beach & also the vital element of african religions/deities, in the case of this movie the afro-brazilian iemanjá. and also because while that is the background (and it is very important to the story), the movie centers women that aren’t exactly a part of said religions, even if they are influenced by them. it’s a mysterious one, i can’t remember much of the dialogue, but joana fomm is hypnotic in this. she plays a nameless character who goes to the seaside with the lover because she is ignored by her husband. there, they watch together a group of people making offerings to the sea, to iemanjá. after this her lover disappears. it’s another good example of the mix of horror, folklore and the erotic, so characteristic of these brazilian movies of the time. this one (along w/ as filhas do fogo) shows up on kier-la janisse’s folk horror doc and it was a lovely surprise!

watch on youtube (no subtitles)

#recs #here's another halloween list from me #i feel much better tbh maybe the meds worked for once

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Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 5

Carol Danvers x Reader

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Summary: Upon asking some questions you realize the people in charge of your recovery are keeping something from you.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 914

Sifting Through The Pieces That You Left Behind

"What is Kamala doing?"

"She’s helping your girlfriend, after you ran away from her."

"Make her stop."

"I think it’s a little too late for that, plus, she could really use the support of someone who cares about her." There’s a tinge of judgment in Fury’s words.

The line is silent for a moment, "Then you have to make sure she doesn’t tell her about me, anything at all. In fact, I want you to make sure no one in the compound even speaks my name around her." Carol’s voice is laced with poison.

"And why would I do that?" he challenges her.

"Because you do not want to make me angrier."

"I’m setting the meeting up right now," he relents.

It’s been a couple of weeks of Kamala’s daily visits and you have managed to recover a lot of your lost memories, like fighting alongside Mighty Thor, and helping Maria set up Yelena and Kate in an April fool’s prank that backfired.

You’re both laying on your bed, each distracted by your own electronic device, "I feel like I’ve remembered everyone by now, am I missing someone?"

"Um, no one that comes to mind," she lies, "do you remember my parents?"

"You have parents?" you ask, surprised, "Sorry, that was kinda rude, it’s just, people around here don’t tend to have parents. I knew them?"

"You did, briefly, do you remember your parents?"

"No, but that didn’t bother me before." You zone out a little, exhausted from all the thinking, "Doctor Cho," Kamala hums, "when I woke up, she asked me if I knew who my partner was."

"Yeah."

"I still don’t," She hums again, "do you?" She looks at you and mumbles a soft 'huh.' "Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes, yes, I’m listening, your former partner," she shrugs, not knowing what to say.

"Do you know them?"

"'Know' is a strong word–"

"Do you know who they are!" you interrupt her, losing your patience. Almost as if on cue, a call starts ringing in Kamala’s tablet.

"Oh thank God!" She picks it up privately and after a moment she hands the device over, "It’s for you." You look at her confused and refuse to take the tablet, at that, Kamala rolls her eyes and presses a button.

A hologram appears in the room, you look up at it, startled, "Val?"

"It is I," she says with a cocky smile.

"I thought I was clear when I said I didn’t want to call!" you complain.

"It’s great to see you too." Her smile doesn’t go away.

"I didn’t want it to be this way." Your tone is a bit sad.

"Well, it’s been a busy few weeks in New Asgard, but I thought you might need some cheering up."

"What gave you that impression?"

"Hey, if you really want me to leave you just have to say it." She knows you wouldn’t dare.

"No, no, no, actually, I’m glad you called," there’s a mischievous look on your face, "do you know who my former partner is?" Kamala becomes terrified, she starts to signal for Valkyrie to not answer.

"Who, Marv?" The King looks at Kamala, confused, the girl screams internally.

"No, not Ms. Marvel, obviously, the one I lived in space with." Valkyrie finally picks up Kamala's gestures.

"Oh, no, I don’t know who she is," Val fumbles with her words.

"She’s a she?"

The King opens her mouth, but it takes a moment for anything to come out, "Who’s to say? Well, it was very nice seeing you, but I have some business to attend to." She ends the call abruptly and you slump back on the bed. Kamala stands awkwardly in front of you.

"You people are acting weird, don’t make me go ask Fury."

"You should definitely go ask Fury," Kamala quickly responds, trying to get you off her back, which reminds her she also has some unfinished business with him, but now is not the time. As soon as you're out of sight she leaves hoping to forget the disastrous situation.

You knock on Fury’s door twice and pop your head into his office, "Hey, you got a minute?" He looks up from whatever he was doing and gestures for you to come in, "I was hoping I could ask you some questions about my former partner."

He leans into his desk, trying to seem helpful, "What do you remember about them?"

"Nothing, that’s the thing."

"Not a single thing?" You shake your head. "Well, then I can’t do anything for you," you scoff, "doctor Cho said to let the memories return naturally, it would be irresponsible of me to supply that information to you." He tries to sound convincing, you don’t remember her saying that, but there’s a lot you don’t remember.

You walk back to your room, crushed, who was this person you lived and worked with everyday for years, and why couldn't you remember them? You suddenly recall your alarming dream from last night and consider going to see Kamala about it, but you decide that you won’t share anything new with them until they stop acting weird.

Once in bed you go back to scrolling through your phone thinking maybe you’ll see your partner’s name in there and it will come to you, but, instead, you find something way more interesting.

You select the contact and put the phone up to your ear, it rings a few times before someone answers, "Alias Investigations."

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mythicalrobyn118 · 4 months

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I Can Fix That

This little fic is for my @mythicalsecretsanta @link-sans-specs ❤️ I so hope you enjoy it! Merry Christmas

Summary: Rhett is smitten with the new man who works in the town library and offers his help to fix a few things.

Author Notes: I've had this idea sitting in the back of my mind for a while now and I'm glad I finally got around to writing it. It's based off Sam and Kate's relationship in Holes... it literally lives rent free in my head.

“I can fix that.” Rhett hears himself say to the stranger that's currently on the floor of the town library.

The man looks up from where he's crouched down next to a book cart and Rhett is sure he's never seen eyes that shade of blue before. He's still staring in awe when he realizes that the man is speaking to him.

“Sorry,” Rhett shakes his head to clear it of any inappropriate thoughts. “What was that?”

“Could you really fix it?” the man stands up, smoothing down the front of his trousers.

“Y - yeah,” Rhett clears his throat to try and regain control of his voice. “I have some tools in my bag outside. Wouldn't take long at all.”

“That - that would be great. Thank you.”

Rhett drops the books he was carrying on the table and quickly walks outside to retrieve his things.

He's back quickly and sets to work on the broken wheel.

“I, uh, I'm Lincoln, by the way.” The man says as he keeps a close eye on Rhett working.

“Rhett,” he introduces himself, reaching a hand up to shake the other man's. He sees the dirt smeared all over it and quickly withdraws it as Lincoln is reaching out. “Sorry, my hands are always dirty these days.” He chuckles a little and goes back to fixing the wheel, changing the subject. “So, are you the one replacing Ms. Cartwright?”

“Yes - yeah. That's me.” Rhett swears he hears the smile in his voice even though he can't currently see his face.

“Well, welcome to town. We're glad to have you.” Rhett says, perhaps a little too eager.

“Thank you. Do you come to the library often?”

“I do. Usually try to hit it up when I come into town… ‘bout every other week to get supplies for the farm.”

“Good to know. Did you like Ms. Cartwright?”

“Of course, when she wasn't getting on to me ‘bout keeping the books for too long or bringing them back dirty.” That makes Lincoln laugh and Rhett's pretty sure he would do anything to hear that sound over and over again.

“So, you have your own farm?”

Rhett let's out a dry chuckle, “My father does - I just work it.”

Lincoln follows Rhett with a little laugh of his own, almost as if he understands - maybe even also has a strained relationship with his own father.

“I didn't used to come by at all,” Rhett starts, needing to fill the short bout of silence for his own comfort; because if he starts thinking about things the two of them may have in common, the chances it could grow into a friendship… Rhett has to concentrate to ease the blush he knows is creeping up his neck right about now. “My neighbor, Ms. Ruby, she can't make the journey to town anymore. I help her out when I can and she loves to read. So, I figured I may as well get myself something when I come.”

Rhett tightens the last bolt on the wheel and gives it a spin for good measure. After it makes the circle, Rhett nods his head at his handiwork and claps his hands together. “I think that should hold it together just fine.”

“Oh, goodness. Thank you so much!” Lincoln says, grabbing the handle and giving it a push himself. When it rolls fine he turns his attention back to Rhett. “That's very nice of you - to do that for your neighbor, I mean.”

“Well, after she lost Ed - I like to keep a close eye on her; just to make sure she's taken care o –”

They’re interrupted by the ring of the bell that sits over the door. Both of their attention drawn to the group of ladies entering the library.

“Well, I'll be! If it ain't Rhett McLaughlin. What on Earth are you doing at the library?” Their leader, Savannah, called out.

Rhett held back the eye roll, as this wasn't the first time she's tried to gain his attention. “I was just fixing the cart wheel for Mr. —” Rhett looked back to the other man, not knowing him beyond ‘Lincoln’.

“Neal. Lincoln Neal.”

Rhett nodded, giving Link a small smile and turning to pack away his tools. “Since that's done - I guess I'll be taking my books and bein’ on my way.”

Not that he didn't want to stay and talk to Mr. Lincoln Neal, he very much did. But, he knew Savannah would think he was staying for her and he's positive he couldn't handle any more of her undivided attention.

“Oh, okay. Can I get these checked out for you?” Lincoln grabbed the stack Rhett had discarded earlier to grab his tools.

“Yes, please.” Rhett followed him to the desk toward the front of the library, leaving the gaggle of girls to themselves. “Thank you, Mr. Neal.”

“You can call me Link.” He said, almost shyly and Rhett thinks he sees his cheeks tint a pretty rose color.

Rhett grabbed the books that Link held out to him. “Well, Link, you have a good afternoon.”

—

Link has kept an embarrassingly close eye out for the tall farmer during the last week. Rhett had said that he only made it to town every other week but he couldn't stop himself from watching outside for the handsome man that stood a head taller than everyone else.

Link knows better than to do this - latch on to some stranger that he doesn't even know and make it out to be something more than it is. But, Rhett just seems like such a genuine man and Link couldn't help but think that maybe they could be friends.

His short time in the new town has been anything but easy. Moving to some place where he didn't know a single person was supposed to be freeing. Turns out - it's also very stressful.

Link is walking across the street when he hears that laugh; he almost pulls a muscle in his neck trying to find the location of it. His eyes finally settle on the messy blonde hair and freckled skin coming out of the post office.

He knows he's probably being way too eager, maybe even a little creepy - but he makes a bee line for him but hoping, somehow, he can manage a greeting that's casual.

“Rhett!” He says, hardly able to hear the squeak in his own voice. “How are you today? I wasn't sure when I would be seeing you again.”

Rhett turns quickly at the sound of his name and Link is not disappointed when his face splits into a grin. “Well, hi there, Link! I can't complain - ‘specially since running into you.”

Link feels the blush instantly, knowing Rhett will be able to see it too but hoping he won't call attention to it. “W - will you be stopping by the library today?”

“I did plan on it.” Rhett says with a sly smile. “I hope that's okay.”

“Yes, yes, of course. I was actually going to see if I could bother you to fix a shelf that's come off the wall.” Before Link can offer to pay him for his services, Rhett is agreeing, maybe Rhett is a little eager too. That thought makes his stomach feel all fuzzy.

“Absolutley, you could!” Link isn't sure how it's possible but his smile gets bigger. “I have a couple of more stops to make and I'll head over that way.”

Link nods his head, unable to stop the huge smile gracing his own face. “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

—

Rhett was practically giddy the rest of the morning, going through all his usual stops but with a bit more pep in his step. Now, he is finally walking up the old wooden steps and opening the familiar door.

He doesn't hear or see anyone so he speaks up in the silent space, “Link? Are you in here?”

He hears some fumbling coming from the back room and then a voice sounding out too. “I'm here. Be right out.” Rhett follows the noise and Link emerges from the small door. “Thank you so much again for helping me out with this. I'm just all thumbs when it comes to this kind of work.”

“It's really no trouble.” Rhett insists, waving his hand. “What exactly needs fixing?”

“Oh, it's right over here.” Link gestures with his hand and Rhett follows him around a shelf to the back wall. “The shelf just kind of buckled when I started putting books back on it.”

Rhett immediately starts to work, taking a closer look at the shelf. After a moment, Link asks, “Do you think you can fix it?”

“Oh, yeah. I can fix that.” Rhett says, maybe a little more sure of himself than he needs to be. “Looks like I can put a couple of nails in and it will be good as new, the wood's not rotten or anything.”

“That's great. I'd be more than happy to pay you for all the trouble –”

“Nonsense,” Rhett cuts him off before he can finish the sentence. “I’m glad I could be of help.”

Rhett sets to work, taking the old nails out, Link's attention is pulled away from Rhett when he hears the door open, he turns back to him with an apologetic look, “Sorry, let me go and tend to them. Will you be okay for a moment?”

“Absolutely. Go ahead.”

Rhett zones out for a bit, doing what he needs to do to get the shelf ready to be installed while Link is tending to the other patrons. He hits a stopping point, needing an extra set of hands to finish it up.

He dusts his hands off and makes his way down to the end of the aisle. Link is squatting down talking with a child, little William, Mrs. Doris’ grandson.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, you can keep that book for an extra week but when you bring it back, we can read it together, cause I want to know what happens, okay?”

The little boy giggles and gives Link a hug, which seems to take him by surprise but he soon leans into it and wraps his own arms around the boy. Rhett chuckles to himself at the scene and gets back to work.

He hears the bell above the door ring once again and Link's footsteps coming back toward him.

“Sorry about that.” Link starts, but Rhett is already waving him off.

“No problem at all.” Rhett says, holding up the shelf, “I could use your help for a moment.”

“Oh, okay.” Link says eagerly, stepping toward Rhett. “What can I do?”

“I just need another set of hands to hold the shelf up so I can hammer it in.”

“Oh, okay.” Link stands close to Rhett with his hands out. “Just tell me what to do.”

Rhett holds the board out, instructing Link on how to hold it properly and Rhett goes to nail it into the wall.

The both of them are pressed close together, Rhett hammering the nails while Link is trying to keep the shelf in the same spot that Rhett instructed. They are so close, breathing the same air, Rhett inhaling the scent of cloves and freshly baked bread. Rhett tries to concentrate on the task at hand but he’s getting very close to losing his cool.

He finally manages to get finished but can't seem to pull himself away from the other man.

“I, uh,” Rhett starts. “I think that should do it.”

Link isn’t backing away either, he just keeps his impossibly blue eyes locked on Rhett’s. “Y – yeah, I think so.”

They are both startled apart by the ring of the bell and Rhett springs away from Link quickly, not knowing what exactly he was thinking, letting himself get caught up in the moment.

He clears his throat, putting even more distance between them. “Uh, you better… see who that is.” Rhett moves out of the way, extending his arm to let Link pass. Link hesitates but eventually bows his head and goes toward the entrance.

Once he is out of sight and greeting the patrons that just came in, Rhett hurries and packs his things into his small toolbox.

He doesn’t think much after Link is no longer standing there, he only gets his things and heads out the door. He sure he hears Link call his name but he can't be bothered to stop.

—

A couple of hours later, Link is finally closing up shop on the library. He's trying to balance the large basket of food that Mrs. Sutton dropped off to welcome him to town. He's going to have to push his bike home since he can't carry everything and steer. He isn't looking forward to the drive; it will give him plenty of time to think about what happened today.

He can't get the way Rhett looked at him out of his mind. No wonder the man practically ran away from him. They were incredibly close and Link was having a hard time keeping his breathing under control. Rhett's eyes seemed to be staring right into his soul and his cheeks were the prettiest shade of pink.

He's usually really good at keeping that side of himself hidden, now he's afraid he's messed up and may have to move towns again just to be safe. He couldn't believe he was so stupid.

He hears horse hooves coming up behind him and is surprised when someone calls out his name.

“Link,” he hears again and turns around to be greeted with Rhett galloping up on a large horse.

Link flinches back, not knowing exactly what the other man has planned but he has a hard time believing Rhett would hurt him.

He's off the horse and walking up to Link slowly. A sad smile gracing his face. “Link, I'm glad I caught you.”

“Rhett,” Link stumbles over his words. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Listen,”Rhett gets closer, crowding into Link's space. “I'm sorry about earlier. I - I shouldn't have just ran out on you. I just –” he trails off, his eyes glued to the ground like the words he is searching for are written in the dirt below their feet.

Link understands without Rhett needing to say more. He says as much and Rhett nods, his smile still faltering but at least it's reaching his eyes.

“Are you headed home?” He asks, changing the subject.

“Umm, yeah. Just got the library locked up for the night.”

“Would you… like some company?” Rhett asks almost shyly, reaching up with a big hand and rubbing the back of his neck.

Link can't hide the shock on his face but agrees despite the swarm of butterflies he feels in his gut, or maybe it's because of them. “That would be nice.”

“Can I hold something for you?” Rhett asks as he takes the reins of his horse.

Link gives over the basket of food so he can free up his hands to push his bike. They are walking close, Link is afraid Rhett can hear the thump of his heart. “Who's this?” He asks when he can't stand the silence between them anymore.

“Oh, this is Barbara.” He says, reaching up and giving her a rub on the nose. “I've had her since I was young, we basically grew up together on the farm.”

“That's sweet.” He smiles, watching the fond smile spread across Rhett's face as he looks at the horse.

They talk the whole way to Link's small cottage just outside of town. The conversation flows easily and before Link knows it, they are at his porch and the sky has turned a beautiful pink color as the sun sets.

It seems they are both reluctant to end their time together, so Link conjures up all the courage he can muster and asks, “Um, Mrs. Sutton gave me this enormous basket of food and there's no way I could possibly eat all of it. Would you want to come inside? I don't have anyone to share it with.”

Rhett hasn't stopped smiling since Link started talking, which Link can only assume is a good thing. He tries not to jump for joy when Rhett says with a sly smile, “Yeah – I can fix that.”

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Dead or Love ~ Ellis Twilight

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

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Ellis: “Beautiful lady over there. Are you meeting someone…?”

The person who came up beside me without making a sound was Ellis.

Kate: “Ellis…”

Ellis: “Thank you for wearing that dress. It looks great on you.”

Ellis: “You’re so cute, and beautiful, and easy to talk to… I was a little nervous.”

Kate: “I never expected you to prepare such a wonderful present for me…Thank you very much.”

Ellis: “Yes, but Christmas is still here…right?”

(Ah…)

Ellis’ hand grabs mine in a fluid gesture.

Kate: “Ellis, that…”

Ellis: “Tonight, I’m your Santa Claus.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the explanation was.

(It’s Christmas tonight…okay?)

Kate: “Yes, please escort me, Santa.”

Ellis: “Shall we go to the Christmas market first?”

Ellis: “It seems like there will be lots of things that can make you happy.”

As predicted by Santa Ellis, there were many exciting things lined up at the Christmas market.

(Ah, the sweets, and a mini tree!)

Kate: “There’s a nutcracker, Ellis.”

Ellis: “The nutcracker… what was that story about?”

Kate: “The nutcracker is actually a prince and ultimately protects the princess.”

Ellis: “Oh, I see. If that was the story…”

Ellis: “Then you were just cheating on me.”

Kate: “Eh, uh, cheating!?”

Ellis: “Even though I’m right next to you, you’re looking at a prince.”

Kate: “Um, uh, that’s…”

Ellis: “Just kidding… I just wanted to see your cute face.”

Kate: “…already. Please don’t make fun of me.”

Ellis: “…fufu, sorry.”

Still, I see Ellis smiling quietly next to me, looking happy, and it makes me happy too.

That’s why I wanted to step into Ellis’ life just a little bit.

Kate: “What kind of Christmases have you had so far, Ellis?”

Ellis: “Me?”

Ellis: “I see… I guess I’ve been working a lot lately.”

(It seems like Jude is working regardless of Christmas.)

Kate: “Oh, so what about when you were a child?”

Ellis: “My house was a normal house, so I had a Christmas like any other.”

Ellis: “A little bit of a special meal, a little bit of cake after dinner.”

Kate: “Fufu, sounds like fun.”

Ellis: “Oh, and at my parents’ urging, I even wrote a letter to Santa Claus about what I wanted and left it by my bedside.”

Kate: “What did you write as a child, Ellis?”

Ellis: “It was…”

Ellis: “…”

Ellis: “I forgot.”

Kate: “I see. I’m sure your parents were happy that you asked for it…”

Ellis: “Hey, Kate. Aren’t you hungry? I’m starving.”

Kate: “Me too. In that case, we can go to the deli or one of the street stalls I always go to—”

Ellis: “Leave it to Santa Claus today. Let’s go, Kate.”

Kate: “Whoa, Ellis…?”

Ellis starts walking while holding my hand.

(…I’ll indulge Ellis tonight. And he looks like he’s having a great time.)

(What’s that…?)

Suddenly my gaze dropped to Ellis’ feet.

Ellis: “Kate?”

Kate: “Ah, no, it’s nothing. Let’s go, Ellis.”

(Th-this is…)

Ellis escorted me to the first-class lounge of the luxury cruise ship, Orelus.

The pure white table was decorated with flowers, food was lined up, and Ellis and I were sitting across from each other.

Ellis: “It’s only anchored at the port for Christmas.”

(I was given a quick tour.)

Kate: “You made a reservation, right?”

Ellis: “Yeah, I kinda stand out.”

Ellis: “Oh, they’re serving freshly baked bread! Yay!”

Ellis: “It looks like there’s also one with your favorite chocolate, Kate.”

Dining in such a nice place, I enjoy my meal.

Although he said he felt like he stood out, Ellis seems naturally at home here.

Kate: “It’s strange to ask this now, but…”

Ellis: “…hm?”

Kate: “You’re very popular, aren’t you Ellis?”

Ellis: “…What do you think? I don’t know if I’m popular or not.”

Ellis: “I want to be popular with you.”

(Uh…)

Kate: “You’re teasing me like that again…”

Ellis: “You’re evading me like that again.”

Kate: “…don’t imitate me.”

Ellis: “Fufu, I was scolded.”

Then a spot light shone on the stage and the crew members smiled.

Attendant: “We will give away gorgeous and fabulous prizes to everyone who dances during the dance time that is about to take place!”

Perhaps from drunkenness, the voices around us sound like they’re having a good time.

Kate: “It looks like it’s gong to be fun. Shall we join in as well?”

Ellis: “Ah, yeah… Right.”

It was only for a moment, but I could feel the confusion in Ellis’ reply.

(Something isn’t right…and)

Ellis’ gait seemed a little different today.

(Maybe it’s just my imagination, but if something happened.)

Kate: “Ellis, uh…are you okay?”

Ellis: “Kate?”

I take him out to a secluded place and look into Ellis’ eyes.

Ellis: “What’s wrong, Kate?”

Kate: “Um, sorry if I’m wrong.”

Kate: “Ellis, is your leg injured?”

Ellis: “…Ah, that’s…”

(I knew it!)

Kate: “Please show me, how bad is the wound—”

Ellis: “…Kate, don’t get too close!”

When I rolled up the hem of Ellis’ bottoms, I found something I hadn’t expected.

Kate: “What….What is this…”

Ellis: “A time bomb.”

Kate: “T-time…bomb?”

Ellis: “Yesterday, I had another job to do with Jude.”

(Then, you’ve spent all this time with it on.)

Even though it’s a time bomb, there is no way of knowing when it will go off.

This fact sends chills down the spine.

Kate: “W-why did you stay quiet for so long—”

I was taken aback by almost saying that.

(“I want to give you a very special, very happy Christmas.”)

(It’s, because you promised me?)

I swallowed hard and pulled Ellis’s pant leg back down.

Ellis: “I’m sorry for keeping quiet, Kate.”

Kate: “…It’s okay. I’m really glad it didn’t explode...”

Kate: “So, how do we disarm it?”

Ellis: “Jude will figure it out in time.”

(Jude is strict, but he always keeps his promises… I’m sure he’ll be okay.)

Kate: “Okay. Once we get off this ship, let’s try not to walk around as much as possible.”

Ellis: “Okay. In that case—”

After getting of the ship, we headed to the church where he had planned to meet up with Jude.

When we step into the church, instead of a tranquil atmosphere, we find--.

Ellis: “Ah…”

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