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[frost-queen]

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♡ Hi I'm iene

♡ + 20 y/o girl in love with way too many fictional men

♡ Hopeless romantic with a heart of gold

♡ Ravenclaw, Waterbender & ♐ 

♡ Speaking Dutch/ English/ French/ German

♡ Writing is my passion & fanfiction my cure

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[frost-queen]

Have you seen a good girl guide to murder?

S1 I have seen, S2 not yet cause I'm finishing up young Sherlock when I can / when i'm not writing.

[frost-queen]

Old habits // 3 (Reader x Ben Reilly / Spider-Noir)

Requested by: my idea Forever tag: @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @floatlosers, @sweetheartlizzie07, @ilocuras24, @anakinsbionicarm, @loonybinnn, @totally-not-the-artist

Summary: Robbie's visit is not pleasant for Reilly. Demanding actions are being taken. Already having it in mind, Reilly picks up on an old ghost. Bringing it up to the man in charge himself. [part 1 & part 2]

The office had finally found structure once more. Reilly went to sit behind his desk. Putting a bit of weight on it with his elbow. Brows furrowing as it wobbled. Grabbing both hands to give the desk a good shake. Lowering his head below, he noticed one of the legs was forced. 

Humming softly, he leaned back in his chair. Reaching for a cigarette. Lighting it up. Office filled with the scent of smoke. A thick cloud of smoke swirling around him.

Bathing in it with every puff. Leaning a bit to the side, he laid eyes on the side of your desk from his point of view. An empty desk now. Tapping his finger thoughtfully on the arm of his chair. 

Placing the cigarette between his lips. Pulling a drawer open. Quirking his brows up at the masked face staring back at him. Taking his cigarette out, smoke filled the air. Sighing deep at what it had become. How easily he was drawn to it once more. 

After 5 years of neglecting it. Ignoring it. At the opening of the door, he shoved the drawer shut with a loud thud. “Robbie?” Reilly called out from upon his office. Robbie made his way over, eyeing your empty desk for a moment. Almost breathlessly he entered. “Whe…where’s Y/n?” Asking with a slight point. 

“I’ve sent her for an errand.” Reilly filled in, dipping his cigarette out. “Is…is she alright?” Robbie hoped the answer would be civil. Scratching the back of his head nervously. Reilly batted his gaze down, folding his hands together.

His desk shifted down a bit to the right side. “A bit shaken, but she will be alright.” Reilly replied. “Where the damn hell were you?” Robbie called out, getting closer with a fury. Reilly’s gaze avoided his. “With…Cat…” Reilly confessed a bit shyly. 

“The singer?” Robbie picked up with a sharp tone in his voice. Baffled, he puffed out a breath. Wiping his palm down his mouth to his chin. “So what are you going to do about it?” Humming loud at the end of his sentence. Setting his hands down on the desk. Furrowing his brows when he felt the unevenness of the desk under his palms. 

“Ben!” Shouting loud with a firm punch when he lingered on the question. “Silvermane’s men barged into your office. Threatened Y/n with a gun!” His eyes widening with tellings at his own words. Robbie came leaning more over the desk. Making Reilly swallow nervously, trying to avoid his hard stare. 

“You’ve neglected your duties for far too long, friend.” His words carried disappointment. Reilly went uncomfortable with the idea. It tasted bad in his mouth, but he was already a step ahead of Robbie. Pulling the drawer open, he tossed the mask on the desk. Sighing loud, pinching his nosebridge. 

Robbie gazed at the Spider’s mask. “You will hold yourself onto this!” Not much of an ask more a demand. Reilly nodded, slipping the mask away. A moment later the door opened. Robbie straightened his posture, turning more to the door. 

Your eyes widened briefly at the sight of your guest. “Oh, Robbie.” You called out. Going towards your desk, you placed the package down. “Y/n, we’re going for a drink.” Robbie called out, coming your way. Slipping an arm over you, drawing you away from your desk. Glancing over his shoulder, he eyed Reilly from afar. 

“Ben’s treat!” Moving his hand up to thank him for being oh so generous. “But…are you sure…” You muttered out, slightly confused. “Please Y/n.” Reilly called out, standing up behind his desk. Chuckling half forced. “I insist.” Waving the two of you out. Glaring at Robbie for forcing him in a corner. 

Ben was surprised how easily the mask slipped on. Certainly upon seeing the car drive by. The car that held his prize. Jaw tensed, hand clenched to a fist. Flashes of the state how he found you, haunting his mind. Pushing them to the back of his mind, he knelt down. 

Grabbing onto the railing of the building he stood upon. Two more cars rode in sight. Moving his hand forwards, a web shot out. Letting it carry him, swinging down. Body crashing onto the top of the car. Web snapped. Rolling over, grabbing the side firmly before he could be swung over it. Lifting his upper body up with a soft groan. 

Touching his chest with a nod of his head. He still had it. The tingle in his neck came before he felt the little hairs rise up. Touching his neck for a millisecond before the man’s face appeared. Eyes widening at the confrontation with the Spider on top of the car. The man reached down for his weapon. 

Just as the tip rose over the edge, the Spider shot a web at it. Web attaching fully around the loop. With the flick of his wrist it flung somewhere behind him. Shooting another web, it enclosed around the man’s face. Muffled groans. Man losing his balance, falling backwards onto hard concrete. 

Shots fired, Spider ducking down. Glancing to his side. Seeing from the car behind him they were shooting at him. The Spider pulled his hand down through the window below. Shooting blindly at the steering wheel. Man screaming loud, hands glued in between. Car swaying from left to right. The Spider grabbed for the edge in a haste. Legs swaying over the edge. 

Lifting his legs up at the fire of bullets. Hand out, he let the web swallow the hood of the car. Pulling hard at it, the car flipped. Flying above his head, coming to crash down just up ahead. Letting go of the car, he rolled over the ground. Walking over to the only car that had stopped. Two men walked out with shaky legs. It was almost laughable. The Spider snatched their weapons easily out of their grips. As easy as snatching candy from a child. 

The men took a run for it. The Spider hummed humorously. Strutting over to the single standing car. Swinging the door open with force. “Mind if I sit?” Voice deeper than normal. Without waiting for the invitation he seated himself down with a loud sigh.

“It’s been a while.” Silvermane stated, reaching for a drink. “You’ve done well without me around, haven’t you.” The Spider spoke. “I didn’t know you did hit jobs now.” Silvermane responded, moving his glass up to his mouth. “Do you mind if I ask you, who hired you?” 

“Nobody hires me.” The Spider responded. “I’m here because of Ben Reilly.” Slightly tilting his head. Silvermane’s gaze furrowing with slight confusion. “Reilly the flatfoot?” Silvermane slipped an insult out.

“Yeah, that’s right. I owe him a favour.” The Spider replied. “I’m sorry, where are my manners, do you want a drink?” Silverman easily changed subjects. “No!” The Spider said loud and clear. “I want you and your goons to lay off Reilly.” 

Silvermane’s upper lip pulled up in confusion. “He doesn’t know who tried to kill you, and roughening up a secretary isn’t going to change that.” 

“So you’re here about the secretary?” Silvermane asked with deep furrowed brows. “Yes.” The Spider made clear. Silvermane took a soft breath, clasping his hands together. “So, we leave the secretary alone, and that’s it?” The distrust clear in his voice. 

“Cuz you know back in the day you really couldn’t leave me alone, could you?” He went on. “I don’t think you’re listening to me.” The Spider responded stating his previous request with much interest. “This is your only warning. If you mess with Reilly or any of his people,” Raising his finger with a point. “I will kill you.” Leaving the car with a firm shut of the door. 

Out of sight, he pulled off the mask. Staring down at it, fingers feeling over the fabric. Almost forgotten how much power it gave him. Tugging it away, he hoped he didn’t have to bring him up any more times. Rather still keen on keeping him buried away. Yet he couldn’t deny how great it felt to abuse his character to state a point. 

You got up when Mr. Reilly entered the bureau once more. “How…how was your drink with Robbie?” He asked, hanging his coat away. You came sitting at the edge of your desk. “It was nice. I haven’t had such a good time in a long time.” Confessing with a soft smile.

Reilly neared you, smiling faintly back at you. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Saying quick as a passing. Grabbing his sleeve by the wrist, you prevented him from walking away. “I know he did it to bring my mind off it.” It was as clear as day, his intentions to distract you. 

Reilly exhaled softly. “You…you don’t have to worry about them anymore.” Reilly spoke. Gaze hardened on him with confusion and worry. “What did you do?” Needing to know he didn’t put him in more danger just for your sake. Baffled, you quirked your brow up at his chuckling.

“Ben, I swear…” You began, getting slightly frustrated. Reilly laughed softly, seeing how worked up you were getting over it. Slowly beginning to recognize you only referred to him by his first name when you were cross with him. “I only had a chat with Silvermane.” He assured you. 

“You? A chat with Silvermane?” It almost seemed laughable to you. Reilly slipped his hands down your arms. “You’ll have to trust me Y/n.” Saying with a charming smile. Thoughtfully your forehead showed slight wrinkles. “I never asked you to…” Outing this desperation that you never want to force his hand.

“I know.” Reilly whispered back. Coming to lean in closer. Nearing your head, coming in so naturally, he paused upon knowing what he was about to do. Brows furrowing with a concerning smile. Clearing his throat, pulling quickly away. 

Giving your arms an awkward pat. Flashing you an uncertain smile. Avoiding your gaze immediately, heading for his desk. Touching his forehead in a slight distress. Knowing it was close. Close to having almost kissed your head.

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[frost-queen]

Whats for today? Anything bennyyy relates?

I'm not sure yet, still debating on where the inspiration train get's me.

[frost-queen]

Since its pride month yall better wish our favorite lgbt characters happy gay month and stuff

We'll do

[frost-queen]

We’re in June!!! Time flies, queenie 😱😢😂😘

Damn right it is, before we know it it's the end of the year 😬 here's to warmer times 🔥🔥🔥🔥🥵

[frost-queen]

https://www.tumblr.com/frost-queen/818236051195838464/piano-switch-malereader-x-francesca-bridgerton

This fic is amazing and I don’t want to sound rude but I already don’t like the handmaiden 😂 also meaning you’re an amazing writer

Hahah 😂 thank you, she's a bit overprotective off her lady, but she's warming up 😉

[aneurins-barnard]

Thank you for tagging me @cassmore

RULES: make a poll with 10 of your favorite shows, they can be just 10 shows you loved watching or your top 10 tv shows of all time, then tag 10 people !!

the last kingdom

barkskins

off campus

a knight of the seven kingdoms

vikings

medici

the musketeers

1899

spartacus

sas rogue heroes

Voting ended onJun 1

no pressure tags: @ladyaldhelm @sylasthegrim @stardustrider @thenameswinter99 @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @schniiipsel @maxanor @kingslionheart @bouncehousedemons @adamjpark

[schniiipsel]

Thanks for the tag @aneurins-barnard 🫶🫶

Choose one of my favourite TV shows

Game of Thrones

House of the Dragon

A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

Sex and the City

The Vampire Diaries

The Last Kingdom

Bridgerton

That 70s Show

Doctor Who

Friends

Voting ended onJun 2

Tagging, no pressure!

@thought--bubble @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @the-dendrophile-bookdragon @ghostlybfgf @sylasthegrim @aemondsbabe @targaryen-dynasty @exitpursuedbyavulcan @multyfangirl @mermaidslabyrinth @thenameswinter99

[ghostlybfgf]

thank you for the tag my love!!

Choose one of my fav tv shows 💗

a knight of the seven kingdoms

house of the dragon

rivals

dagliesh

slow horses

the walking dead

yellowstone

game of thrones

domina

vikings

Voting ended onJun 2

no pressure but loving tags: @alexjacobsgoodnight @lunaetferox @vulturehearted @amphib0e @deadonyouraccount @sallymaywritings @starxs-s @californiablues88 @captainfern @targlocket 💗

[starxs-s]

Thank you for the tag bae 🤍🤍

Choose my favorite show

A knight of the seven kingdoms

A good girl’s guide to murder

House of the Dragon

Sex and the City

Sandman

Arcane

Wednesday

Lockwood and co

Game of Thrones

Dead boy detectives

Voting ended onJun 2

Just saying — I do NOT have ten people to tag

Loving tags — @userhotd @targaryenstar @carmysdoll @captainfern @trixxxel @valarrsgirl @written-in-flowers

[targaryenstar]

thanks for the tag diva!! 🫧

choose from my fave shows !!

daredevil

a knight of the seven kingdoms

house of the dragon

game of thrones

killing eve

the regular show

the last of us

moon knight

yellowstone

the clone wars

Voting ended onJun 2

no pressure tags: @l3visbby @padmespetal @silkaurum @goldenhoneyedwine @httpsvalarr @carameliee 🫧

[carameliee]

Thanks for the tag bby!!

Pick a show from my favourite shows𓇢𓆸

Bridgerton

House of the dragons

A knight of the seven kingdoms

Game of thrones

Modern Family

Daredevil

Young Sheldon

A good girls guide to murder

The Pitt

Euphoria

Voting ended on21h

No pressure tags: @silkaurum @idreamedofyouuuu @goldenhoneyedwine @sweetlydiredilemma @dontmentionitseriouslyy @callme-holly @pinkdoeweirdo @vyesoul @dowangerqueen @frost-queen @whimsicailee @onlybitt3r4may @sunkssdcherry @jamesdeanbby @caramelcarmen @cokecarmen @ladythedrunken @saintsmercy @the-darklings @targlocket @the-fiction-witch @sedonasummer @dearlizzies @comzetogether @carmysdoll @venmondiese @boyloveisnteasy

[frost-queen]

🥰 thank you for the tag @carameliee

Okay time to choose, I guess 🤭

Pick a show

Bridgerton

The dark crystal: age of resistance

Perfect match (c-drama)

Moonknight

The other Bennet sister

Miss night and day (k-drama)

H2O: just add water

One piece LA

Midnight mass

Cold case

Voting ended on18h

Tags; @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @vviolynn, @evilcr0ne, @floatlosers, @sweetheartlizzie07, @merlieve, @i-heart-yellowstone, @f1girlieee, @hufflepuffsbeststudent, @wildieflower .... no pressure or requirement.

[frost-queen]

Luffyyyyy?

Today was Francesca. I'll do a Luffy one maybe this week

[frost-queen]

Ugh. I got into the new Spider-noir series, stumbled upon your writing today and I’m OBSESSED.. I need moreee 😩.. I gotta know if we get with Ben!

I've got you covered. I'm planning to write more for the spider-noir series. I can tag you for the upcoming parts if you like?

[frost-queen]

I lovooove your recently Francesca Bridgerton fic. It’s so cute. Francesca deserves a lot of love

Awww thank you so much 🥰🥰🥰🥰🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 she certainly does 🥰

[frost-queen]

Piano switch (Male!Reader x Francesca Bridgerton)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag: @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr,  @sweetheartlizzie07,  @floatlosers,  @vviolynn,  @evilcr0ne, @melsunshine, @ilocuras24, @jasontoddvscrowbarwhowins

You waited patiently to be called upon. Hands behind your back, admiring the hallway, you had waited numerous times in. You had already taken in every detail, yet still you managed to find more. Leaning a bit closer to the painting hanging above the furniture with a vase on top. Narrowing your eyes at the potted plant on the painting.

Letting out a curious huff upon noticing the littelest of ladybug painted amongst the green leaves. Just a tiny speck. Invisible to the naked eye from afar. You reminded yourself to tell her later. The soft clearence of a throat, made you pull back awkwardly.

Chuckling shudderingly at the headmaid. Watching you with every intent of her raised up brow. Brushing your hands down your vest, you curled up a polite smile. "Lady Kilmartin is waiting for you." She adressed in a monotone voice. "Thank you." You replied with the warmest voice. Knowing one day the woman might perhaps warm up over you. Continuing to smile her way when you passed.

Catching the slightest of eye roll among her, made you supress a snort. She liked you, she just didn't know it yet. The headmaid sped up, rushing to be before you. Giving you a soft glare for not remaining behind her for guidance. Politely you paused, gesturing for her to please do. It was not your fault you already knew the way.

That you took bigger steps than her. It was not intentionally. If she persisted upon walking first, so you did. With the amount of eyerolls behind her back. Hands folding neatly behind your back, you followed her pace. Making sure you didn't step on the back of her dress. She certainly took small steps for a woman. Turning a corner, you knew you were close. Close to meet her again.

Headmaid stopped, turning over to you. Before she could repeat her routine manners, you already knew so well, you raised your hands, taking a step back. She blinked slowly at you. Humming loud with a nod that she approved. You already knew what she expected of you. Wait here till the Lady Kilmartin calls you in. Exhaling soft, you watched the headmaid dissapear into the room.

Leaving little but opening space for you to glance inside. Met up with nothing but the shutting of the door. Bouncing a bit on your heels, you were well familiar with waiting. Everything was done slower. At ease to make sure the Lady was comfortable with it at any given step. That she could refuse the offer before the actual meeting happened in case she had no desire for it anymore.

It was understandable after the death of Lord Kilmartin. A Lady alone in the house without a husband to protect her. She had every right to be cautious. Only she knew it was you. The long waiting shouldn't be this consistent anymore... should it? Clicking your heels sturdy to the ground, you flashed your hands behind you. As stiff as a fiddle. "Lady Kilmartin will see you." The headmaid spoke.

Finally you thought. Door opening to your delight. There she was. Sitting down with a cup of tea in her hands. You bowed giving her the proper greeting. "Lady Kilmartin." Francesca's eyes lit up. Setting her cup down. Manouvering around her furniture to reach you. "Lord Y/l/n, how delighted I am to see you." She called out, grabbing you by your arms.

Her smile as wide as it could be. Shyly she pressed her lips closed. Taking a step back to curtsy. Making you chuckle that in her enthousiasm she forgot the proper greeting. It didn't matter to you. "I have set tea for you." She gestured at the pot on one of the tables close by. Over your shoulder you noticed the headmaid slipping in.

Followed by some other maids. The girls went to pour your tea. "Did you know that painting in the hallway has a ladybug on one of the plant pots." You announced, accepting the cup that was offered to you. "Truly?" Francesca replied with delight in her eyes. Humming loud, you moved away.

Taking a careful sip, nearing her piano. "I'll have to look upon that." She added, standing by the table for another refill. You hummed again, admiring her piano. Furrowing your brows at the notice of something. Slowly tilting your head down. "I have started the book you have given me. It's quite remarkable to say." Francesca began, turning to you.

You straightened your posture with a quick move. "How far in are you?" You asked with a smile. Francesca moved a finger to her chin, tapping it gently. "Hmmm....I believe it was chapter fourteen." Trying to recollect the pages of last nights reading. Tilting your head back down, placing your hand gently on the piano.

Feeling it's weight slightly shift. "The one with the..." You heard her continue. "Opera." You let out at the same time she finished her sentance. Chuckling sheepishly back at her. Francesca moved to sit down. Unaware of your strange actions. Glancing to the side, the headmaid was keeping an eye on you. Clearing your throat, you rubbed the back of your head. Fine, maybe one had noticed you.

Moving away from the piano, you went to join Francesca on the sofa. "I really like how the autor described the opera. It's like I can hear the music coming from the pages." Her attention drifting away to last night reading. Moving the side of your open vest closer to you, you seated yourself better.

"Say, Lady Kilmartin I have a friend of mine who is working on a new music piece. He is a violinist, but I imagine the music would be equally serene as that on the piano. If you are interested, I can ask if you can try his music out. See how it goes." You moved a bit closer to her, lowering your voice. "Between you and me, he is conflicted about the right notes. Perhaps a fresh pair of musical fingers can help him?" Wiggling with your fingers like playing the piano.

Francesca laughed loud, moving a hand to her mouth. The headmaid cleared her throat. Drawing your attention away from Lady Kilmartin to her. The headmaid shook her head lightly. "Oh Y/n that is very kind." Francesca responded, setting her cup away. Rubbing her hands nervously together. "I'll...I'll have to see..." Answering with shyness. "Lady Kilmartin has not played the piano much after..." Glancing left and right to find the proper words.

Nodding her way, you knew enough. After Lord Kilmartin's death, that was clear. It also explained why she hadn't noticed the malfunction with her piano. "I am sorry, Lady Kilmartin. I did not wish to cause you any sorrow." Apologizing quickly for you never wished to see her sad. "Oh, no, no Y/n it's quite alright." She answered, turning more to you. Laying her hands on yours. "I am very grateful for your visits and your presence in my life." Moving her shoulder up to her chin with a gentle smile.

Smiling in return, you gave her hands a soft squeeze. "As am I, Lady Kilmartin." Forever grateful for the lady you've come to know over the course of time. An accident meet-up at the opera inculding mixed up seats. What was supposed to be a night of self-wallowing, became an interesting night. "I would love to see your friends music sheets." Pulling her hands away with a shy smile. You nodded, taking a sip from your tea.

Lady Kilmartin and you continued talking about whatever Francesca felt comfortable talking about. When calling hours neared their end, you said your goodbye's till next time. The next morning you were up and about. Scowering the streets of mayfair. A man with a mission, passing by the vendures and shops.

Glancing left and right at their names and signs hanging above the door. Searching for the right one. Further away from the inner circles of mayfair's heart, you found it. A brown looking shop at your left. Pushing the door open, the little bell above the door rang. "I'll be there in a moment." You heard a voice call out from afar. Curiously looking around, you stepped furhter into the shop.

Admiring a few violins and flutes on your way. "Ah, how can I help you sir?" A smaller older man approached, wiping his hand off on a napkin. Dapping his forhead with it afterwards. Tugging it neatly in his apron. "I'm in search for a piano." You told him. The shop owner, adjusted the round spectacles on his nose. "Follow me, follow me." Waving you along. Curiously you followed him to the back of the shop.

Eyes widening at the sight of a few displayed piano's. Colours of white and black. "Is...is there a specific requirment?" The shop owner asked. "It has to be perfect." You told him. The man grabbed his spectacles, moving them a bit up. "Ahh it's for a lady is it not, good sir?" Chuckling a bit. "It is." You answered with a smile. "May I?" You gestured at the piano's. "Oh, by all means." The shop owner let out.

Taking out the napkin once more to clean his spectacles. Humming deep, you walked around the piano's. Taking them in good observation. Opening a closed piano to have a look at the mechanics. "Could you press a note for me please." You asked, head deep into the instrument. The shop owner moved, pressing a note with his finger.

A delightful tune bounced off the walls. "Try a black key please." Waving with your hand as a signal to him. The man did as he was asked. "The good sir is a familiar with the instrument." The shop owner noted as you closed the wing back. "I only try." You responded with a laugh. You placed your hands on the piano, looking down underneath.

Giving the top a good wiggle with your hands. "Sturdy wood." You mumbled out. "You will see that my work is only from the finest and strongest wood." The shop owner declared. Scratching your chin, you looked upon the others. Going your round for as well. With a proper thought and a tough desicion, you settled for a piano is gorgous white. Together the shop owner and you returned to the front.

"Can it be ready for delivery tomorrow?" You asked. "It can. I'll round up my boys to help with the movement." He responded. Money got exchanged and with a good feeling, the deal was done. Upon your way to the door, you noticed the shop owner placing a card on the piano, stating reserved. Exhaling with content, it was truly yours now. You decided to write to Lady Kilmartin to announce your arrival tomorrow.

Hoping it would speed up the waiting process. The very same day, you were back at the shop. Helping the young lads load the cargo. On horseback you took the lead. Paving the way to Lady Kilmartin's estate. As usual you entered, announcing yourself. The headmaid giving you a soft glare. "Lady Kilmartin is expecting you." Saying, gesturing for you to follow.

Full of excitement, you went in pursuit. Noticing you had to wait less longer. Almost immediately brought up to the meeting room. "Lord Y/l/n!" Francesca called out, welcoming you with open arms. "I did not expect to see you so soon." Taking a step back from the hug. "I've come to bring you a gift." You offered with a bow. Francesca's eyes lit up. "To what do I owe that?" Asking curiously.

You went to her piano, placing your hands on it. "I noticed your piano is unstable." Giving it a shake. The piano wobbled in your grip. You then proceeded to lower yourself. "One of it's legs is uneven." Pointing it out. Francesca came lowering herself down beside you. "With the right amount of pressure, it could tip over." Showing her the uneven leg by slowly shifting the piano above your head.

Francesca gasped loud. "I...I had not noticed." Her gaze falling on your hand. Curling up a smile, she accepted it. Allowing you to help her back up. "That is why I am to gift you a new one." Her eyes lighting up. Clearing your throat, a few boys from the shop entered. You gave out directions to move the piano through the large windows reaching from ground to ceiling.

Francesca admired how you easily handled the instructions. Even helping along with carrying the weight of taking out the old piano. Bringing in the new piano with help. "Oh Y/n!" Francesca called out in delight. Running up to you. Leaving a kiss against your cheek.

Bashful, you looked away, rubbing the back of your neck. Eyes falling on the headmaid. Thinking she might be furious, only for her expression to be polite. Nodding your way with the upmost respect. Curling up a smile, you knew she had warmed up to you. Francesca pulled you along by your hand to the new piano.

Forcing you to sit beside her. Clearing your throat, you shot your hands out to pull your sleeves a bit back. Francesca laughing. Wiggling with your eyebrows, you started to play a few tunes. Letting her hear how smooth the tunes were. Nudging you by her elbow, she joined. Playing to her heart's delight.

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[frost-queen]

HI BESTIE !! i'm back for the nth time and i missed u sm babes !!

how have you been? i hope u have been doing well since my last ask and i wish the best for u !!

Omg! Bestie is back in town! Trumpets, red carpets, confetti to welcome you.

Hi Bestie i've been well in the meantime still a busy bee with writing. Went on some short city trips and so on.

How have you been? I hope well? I wish the best for you too 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[frost-queen]

https://www.tumblr.com/frost-queen/818116608176340992/frostie-and-zoro-kissing-on-a-tree

Enjoy kissing your boo zoro 💚💚💚

😂😂😂😂😂😂 only in my dreams 🤫

[frost-queen]

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[frost-queen]

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[frost-queen]

Cat's the new black // 2 (Reader x Ben Reilly / Spider-Noir)

Requested by: my idea Forever tag: @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @floatlosers, @sweetheartlizzie07, @ilocuras24

Summary: Money remains an issue, but perhaps an idea might change that. The idea bringing along more than asked for. A missing sandman, a cat's way to the office and the search for Reilly. [part 1 & part 3]

The money was still on your mind. If you didn’t come up with a solution soon it would be sink rather than swim. Tapping your pencil impatiently onto your notebook. Staring off into the distance. Trying to think of a million possibilities. Wondering if you should put an ad in the paper?

Shaking your head lightly, you dismissed the idea. Not wanting to come off as desperate. Everyone was suffering, but putting it on a big billboard you couldn’t come around was another thing. Maybe there was a possibility…a possibility to…

“Y/n.” Reilly called out. Startled, you dropped your pencil. Rolling over the floor towards Mr. Reilly’s shoe. He bent down, picking it up. With a soft chuckle, he placed the pencil on your desk. “I’m surprised this even still has a tip.” Taking a step back.

Confused, you furrowed your brows, till it hit you. “Oh, apologies, Mr. Reilly.” Answering quickly. He must have come over due to your annoying tapping. With a smile, he waved his hand down, showing it was nothing. Slightly ashamed, you moved the pencil closer to you. Enclosing it in your hands. “I’ll stop.” Saying with half a smile. 

Reilly scratched behind his ear. “Som…something bothering you…?” Questioning since your impatience had to come from somewhere. Fluttering taken back with your lashes, you felt yourself stutter. “I…I….I…” Not sure if you should mention the money problem again. He knew it. You knew it. Nobody was just talking about it.

Then the idea suddenly struck you. “What about the wife?” Suggesting. “The wife?” Reilly repeated. Humming loudly, you pointed with your pencil at him. “You could try selling the pictures to her. I’d bet she’d pay a good price for those pictures with the mayor.” 

Reilly’s palm brushed over his chin with a deep hum. “You mean blackmail?” Hearing him say it out loud, made you feel a bit ashamed for even thinking in such a way. Deliberately forcing someone to pay up. “Not bad…” He let out, surprising you.

“It’s not a good idea, neither is it a terrible idea.” Holding his hand out, you opened one of the drawers. Handing him the envelope with pictures. “And that is why you are my secretary.” He complimented. “You better remember that!” You called out when he went to fetch his coat and hat. With a simple wave, he left the office. 

Exhaling deep, you fell back in your chair. Hoping this idea of yours would be a money changer. At least you could pay off rent with it. Your paycheck could wait a bit longer…

Finishing up some paperwork, you worked till the end of office hours. Barely haven seen a sight of Mr. Reilly. It happened. After a while it didn’t bother you this much with concern.

You knew he’d show up the next day. Packing up, you closed the office. Whistling loud, hand up to call for a cab. A black cab pulled over at the side-walk. Hopping in, you let him drive you home. Home to an empty apartment, you hoped would one day be filled with a presence. 

By the early rise, you were up and out. Another day at the office. You had just ended a call when Mr. Reilly stumbled in. In shock, you jumped up. Gasping loud. “Mr. Reilly what happened to your face?” Worriedly, you moved away from your desk to him. Reaching out to touch his face where it was bruised.

Reilly moved his head back. “It’s nothing.” He waved your presence away, stumbling to his private office. Not wanting to drop the matter, you went in pursuit. “Did she do this to you?” Concerningly you asked. Reilly dropped into his chair with a deep sigh. “No…” He said, reaching for his bottle. Pouring himself a drink in the mornings. 

“Her charming bodyguard did.” He finished. Drinking his entire glass empty in one breath. “I’m…I’m sorry?” You let out, not fully following. Reilly hummed loud, pouring himself another glass. “Strong fellow. Hard as sand.” Adding with a chuckle. Stunned, you fluttered baffled with your lashes.

“Are you joking? Is this a joke, cause I can’t follow.” Getting slightly annoyed he was being awfully cryptic. Reilly placed the glass down, folding his hands together. “What can I say, she refused the pictures. I had a run in with her bodyguard who just for you to know was made of sand.” He rubbed over his chest with a contracted face.

“He knows how to throw a punch.” Chuckling at himself. You entered, coming to sit at the edge of his desk by his side. Cupping his face in your palms. Wanting to have a good look at him. “Y/n I’m fine.” He spoke, telling you not to worry. “This is my fault. I gave you the idea.” Saying with shame that you caused him pain.

“No, no Y/n it was a good idea.” Reilly reassured you. “The sand fella was just an extra right?” Lowering your hands, you tried to smile his way. “Right.” He muttered back. Reilly stared at his glass once more. “You know…” You began. “Maybe it’s time for him to come back?” Tilting your head a bit. 

Reilly scoffed loud. “No! I buried that for good reasons.” He called out with a firm point. “It’s been five years.” Reminding him of the time. “The city is a mess. Now sand people and fire people are involved. What more?” Getting up from the desk, you went up to the window. “Y/n…” Reilly sighed out.

“Somebody’s got to step up.” You said, staring outside with your arms crossed. Reilly pinched his nosebridge with a sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get the money.” He spoke to change the subject. Exhaling deep, your shoulders slouched. “At least you have the negatives.” 

There was an awkward silence. Fearing the worst, you spun around. Seeing him smile sheepishly. “Reilly?” You called out wanting him to confess. “I uhm…I gave her the negatives…without a cost.” Avoiding eye contact with you. “Ben!” You shrieked out in a fury. Moving your hand up, you couldn’t deal with him anymore.

Wanting to say a thousand things, you knew it was best to keep quiet or you would say things you might regret later. “Unbelievable.” You forced out, storming out of his office. “Y/n I’m sorry!” Reilly called out to you. Scoffing loud, you ignored him. Wondering how irresponsible he could be. Did he not care that you were sinking? That you couldn’t keep it afloat any longer. 

You were relieved there were some telephone calls so you could keep ignoring him. You were angry and it was your right to show it. Once again there was an empty promise, you hoped he’d fulfill but never did. Your eyes widened upon seeing who entered the agency. “I…I have to call you back.” You told the person on the other end of the phone.

Hanging up, gawking at the lady from the photo. “Is Mr. Reilly in?” She asked. You pointed at the door behind. She knocked on the door. Reilly was surprised to see her. “Cat?” He called out, getting up from his chair. “Are you free to see me?” She asked. 

Reilly gestured at the chair at the other side of his desk. You entered the room with a pen and notebook. Taking your usual spot by the window. Barely giving Reilly a glance. “Flint is missing and I need you to find him.” She announced. Reilly chuckled. “Your sand guy, right?” You spoke.

Cat’s gaze glanced your way. Refusing to say another word with your presence. Reilly noticed it, pointing your way. “Everything I know, she knows.” Stating you weren’t going to leave. Cat batted her gaze away with some attitude. Explaining her situation. Reilly hummed deep, moving his hands to his chin.

“I need a bit more than that.” He stated how little information she gave. “You are an investigator aren’t you, so investigate.” Cat answered with a sneer. Reilly laughed. “Well an artist doesn’t work with air, he needs paint, a canvas.” 

Cat chuckled. “Then I suggest you start painting, detective.” Getting up from her chair. Reilly glanced your way. “50 dollars a day, plus extra costs.” He called out, knowing he had things to make up with you. “My secretary will take a preview of the money.” Gesturing at you. Flashing him a smile, you melted for his consideration of asking more.

“Right this way.” You called out, gesturing for her to follow you to your desk. After she had left, you returned to his office. “I’ll go investigate the apartment, Y/n you…” Unable to finish his sentence as you cut in. “I know. It might have been a while, but I have not forgotten.” Letting him know you knew what to do. He smiled, thanking you with a nod. 

So while Reilly went to the apartment, you went to the archives for information about Flint. Charming your way in with the police force. You had his file in no time. Returning excitedly back to the office. Upon entering the phone rang.

Standing up, you picked up. “Reilly’s detective agency.” Speaking over the horn. Barely finishing the call, the door swung open with force. Making you shriek loud, jumping out of your skin. Quickly laying the horn down at two ruggy men entering the office. “Where’s Mr. Reilly?” One of them asked. “He’s not in.” You answered. 

The two men gave each other a nod. The other guy grabbed the coathanger, pushing it to the ground. The clash made you let out a soft scream. “Where is your boss?” The man asked again. “I…I don’t know…” You called out. Gasping loud when the end of a gun stared you straight in the eye.

Hands immediately shooting up. “Where is he?” They kept demanding. “I…I don’t know…” Repeating with a shaky voice. Yelping more when the other man brought more havoc to the office. Clearing everything off your desk. Throwing your chair away. Going to Mr. Reilly’s office to tear it apart. 

Gasping loud, the man with the gun neared. Grabbing you firmly by the back of your neck. Gun pressed against your head. “Silvermane is looking for your boss.” He told you. “You tell him to come or it will be the last time you see daylight.” Laughing manically by your ear. Pushing the cold tip harder against your head.

Shuddering with tears, you were terrified. “Remember to tell him that sweetheart.” Squishing your cheeks together. “Or it’s bang.” Frighting you with the loudness of his voice. Laughing hysterically afterwards. He shoved you to the ground. Calling his mate over. Together they left, leaving the storm behind they created. 

Rapidly you wiped your cheeks dry. Shallow breathing with quick sniffs. Hands trembling when you reach for the paper on the floor. Trying to recollect it. Pushing your mind off the sudden threat. Sputtering out sobs, you clenched your jaw tight.

Not wanting to give in to the fear. Pulling the fallen papers close to you, pressing them against your chest. Head lowering, quick shuddering breaths trying to come to your positives. Pushing yourself up by your desk, you laid the papers down. Wiping your nose dry. Lip quivering, putting everything back in order on your desk. 

Your muscles flinched when the door opened once more. “Y/n!” Reilly said. Immediately noticing something was wrong. Eyes wide at the havoc in the office. He moved towards you, trying to take the box out of your hands. “Y/n, what happened?” Putting the box aside. You tried to remain civil, but you couldn’t hold back those few sobs finding a way out. Reilly gazing with concern your way.

“Silvermane is looking for you.” You told him after a moment of recollecting yourself. “What…what have you gotten yourself into?” Wondering what dangerous games he was playing. “Y/n…I’m sorry.” He let out, reaching for your hand. The moment he touched it, you pulled it away. 

“They pulled a gun to my face!” Shouting out, body trembling with your words. Reilly’s eyes widened more. “I don’t know what you are doing, but I want no part of this.” Continue to organize your desk. A way to set your mind off it.

“I’ll settle this.” Reilly spoke. “I promise you I will.” Taking your hand, he pulled you close. Stumbling over your own feet to bump against him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” Holding you by your arms. Touching your chin with a caring gesture.

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