#jamesbelle

[sxlarkps141]

figured that one princess mononoke scene would fit them very well

[meowstikii]

[pissing-people-off-is-fun]

I headcanon that James and Rosabelle don’t even realise when they started trusting each other with their lives and it just became a thing for them.

Picture rosabelle not even paying attention to what she’s eating but still taking a bite of the food in front of her just because James put it on her plate, her just walking around completely carefree and unarmed because she knows James will be there to manage her pain and any physical damage.

Picture some guy on the street tryna square up with James and he barely even flinches as the first punch comes flying cause he knows Rosabelle’s going to fucking deck him before the wind from his fist can even touch him

Picture the following—

Kenji *in active battle*: dude where’s your gun?

James *being shot at*: i dunno

Kenji: what do you mean— you lost your GUN?

James: Rosabelle probably has it, it’ll turn up eventually.

*Enemy soldiers dropping like flies one by one*

James: told you it’ll turn up

Kenji proceeds to go home and scream into his pillow after this.

[sxlarkps141]

trying to get a feel for their designs

[meowstikii]

𑣲⋆｡˚ Jamesbelle headcanons because I can (part 2) 𑣲⋆｡˚

❤︎ Rosabelle definitely watches James when he sleeps…. for a little bit before she falls asleep (my little creep i love her). Also, James is genuinely clingy when he’s sleeping.

❤︎ James is the passenger princess in this relationship. Rosabelle tends to do most of the driving between the two of them.

❤︎ Rosabelle and James would try to learn new things together. One of the most notable things they attempted was learning a new language! This becomes increasingly relevant since they’re also big on traveling—wherever they go, they try to learn at least some basic phrases. Rosabelle picks up on it far faster than James does; grammar honestly isn’t his strongest skill.

❤︎ Rosabelle would surprisingly be into photography, constantly taking pictures of James (alongside Clara and whatever nice moments they all share together).

❤︎ They both have a major sweet tooth.

❤︎ Once James finally learns how to cook, he does all of their meal preparation. He literally cooks based entirely on whatever Rosabelle likes.

❤︎ They adopt a cat, and aside from Clara, that cat is their child, no question.

❤︎ James loves doing Rosabelle’s hair—putting it in braids or even just playing with it. Sometimes he does it subconsciously because he genuinely can’t help it; it’s simply fun for him.

❤︎ Rosabelle’s favorite pastime is listening in on Adam, Juliette, and Kenji sharing embarrassing childhood stories about James growing up.

❤︎ One time when they were heading to a meeting and it was snowing, James had upset Rosabelle enough that she retaliated by throwing a snowball at the back of his head. James threw one back, and before long, they were in a full snowball fight. One of the soldiers sent out to retrieve them when they both weren’t answering their pages got caught in the crossfire. It made for a very awkward explanation when Warner asked why they were late.

❤︎ James’s jackets are basically Rosabelle’s jackets.

❤︎ Rosabelle is actually the certified freak in the relationship. Her other favorite pastime is teasing James a little because he’s quite easy to rile up.

❤︎ James is always the first to apologize after an argument because he’s weak for her and literally cannot stand it if Rosabelle is mad at him for more than a minute.

❤︎ If they ever got married and wanted to take each other’s last name, it would be James who would take Rosabelle’s last name.

❤︎ James and Rosabelle are often the targets for babysitting everyone’s kids.

❤︎ They go on morning runs together (they’re also that really annoying athletic couple, honestly).

❤︎ Rosbelle and James have a terrible habit of finishing each other’s sentences when they’re brainstorming, and it annoys literally everyone.

❤︎ Rosabelle is weirdly competitive when they play games together, and James finds it hilarious.

❤︎ Rosabelle loves planning a little too much that her and James have a Sunday night routine where they plan the week together and it’s weirdly intimate.

❤︎ Back to the cat, they have a cat that obviously loves Rosabelle more and James is playfully jealous.

❤︎ James gets goosebumps when Rosabelle touches the back of his neck… again not that hard to tease a little 🚶

❤︎ James runs warm, Rosabelle runs cold, so they’re constantly using each other for temperature regulation.

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here’s part 1

[meowstikii]

idgaf what anyone says, i love jamesbelle soooo much and i need escape me RIGHT NOW.

[meowstikii]

average jamesbelle photo dump #2 ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔

lowkey they be taking the sluttiest photos of eachother….

here’s the link to #1

[meowstikii]

New Jamesbelle fic in the works…

LAWYER ROSABELLE X FIREFIGHTER JAMES FANFIC !!!

Here’s a small sneak peak 🐺

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“We’re gonna die!”

Rosabelle closed her eyes, fighting the urge to murder some sense into the wailing man across from her. It didn’t matter, though. The small gesture did nothing to soothe her spiked nerves. She knew that the moment she opened her eyes, she would only be greeted by the same thing: the absolute blackness that now played friend to what used to be a law firm.

“We’re not going to die, Jeff,” she said, her voice firm as she strained her eyes. Even from her vantage point, the darkness was all-consuming. Rosabelle could only make out a faint silhouette in what she assumed to be her terrified coworker's general direction. “I think.”

“You think?!” he blanched, wheezing. “W-what do you mean, you think?!”

“I was joking. We won’t die.”

“And how do you know that, huh?” Jeff snapped, his voice pitching into a frantic layer of helplessness. “How do you know? This is all your fault, after all! If you hadn’t dragged me in here to look over my case—during my billable hours, too—neither of us would be trapped here—”

Another aftershock slammed into the building, biting his need for a scapegoat clean in half. His terror spiked, choking out his words as the weeping man became more horrified by the counting minutes the two had left. The floor pitched violently, tilting at a sadistic angle, and Rosabelle knew she needed a way out. Now.

The young woman knitted her brows together. Tried to catalogue what she knew to be true. She searched the files of her mind, hoping that action would grant her a viable plan to escape—hopefully one with minimal damage. She just needed to think. But it was hard.

It was hard to think when so much was happening all at once. Everything around her was wrong, and when she faintly touched the side of her head as her hand came away wet. Rosabelle knew she needed to be quick. Quicker, even.

Jeff screeched for a third time as the building took another hit. A volley of curse words slipped past him, followed immediately by a string of prayers. Jeff had never been the religious type; Rosabelle could recall plenty of times he’d proudly sworn to that fact. But life-or-death scenarios bring out the most unexpected traits in people—a realization that only deepened the immediate horror of their situation as they tried not to topple over one another.

Another smaller quake took form and Rosabelle lunged blindly for something, anything, until her fingers found purchase. Her nails clawed and hands gripped at the edge of what she hoped was a mahogany desk, using the furniture piece to anchor herself as the world violently shook for what she hoped would be the final time.

But then it hit her. Another sensation. Another aftershock.

Clara. Rosabelle realized in her desperate scramble to steady herself. Clara is still at school.

“Oh God,” Jeff cried, the sound of his heavy, panicked breathing filling the void around them. Even without full sight, Rosabelle could practically feel the tears and mucus streaming down her colleague's face. “I’m too young to die! I haven’t even m-made partner yet—”

“You were going to make partner?”

“No,” he called back meekly, sniffling a little as the ground finally stirred back to sleep. “Well, not yet. But I could. You n-never know...”

At this, the building wobbled, the structure giving a small warning to what's to come.

“Well, then, if you want to make partner,” Rosabelle said coldly, “then I think it might be best if you stopped screaming every time there's a small shake,” she finally pointed out, weaving her earlier irritation back into the dark. Although, just around the corner, she could just barely see a small stream of light peaking out. “Now shut up. If you want to live, let me think.”

“D-do you really think I could make partner, Rosabelle?”

“No,” she replied flatly, her mind already shifting to a tracking route out of the building. “But like you said, you never know.”

“Thank you…” Jeff murmured.

Rosabelle sighed, and restarted her mind, her thoughts, her heart. She just needed a sequence. A precise, logical exit route. She knew the general layout of the building, and the layout of this floor in particular, but the earthquake was, of course, unkind.

Everything was turned over in its aftermath. Nothing was left unaccounted for in its chaos as it tore through the law firm's structure. No matter how many times Rosabelle replayed the moment the earthquake struck, she could never make sense of her survival. It was truly a surprise that she had even made out alive in the first place.

Rosabelle swallowed the thoughts and craned her neck. She focused her eyes on that small stream of light peeking from around the corner. It was hard to tell if the small stream of light was pouring out of a window, or what used to be a window.

The light came from the firm’s left side—the side directly facing the narrow alleyway that kissed the building. Based on the floor they were currently trapped on, Rosabelle knew that alleyway bordered a smaller building with a flat rooftop. That rooftop could prove useful. Once she got the chance to test the floor’s stability, she could try navigating carefully across the wooden boards, which the collapse had turned into a minefield.

This wasn’t a good plan; it wasn't even close to her best. But it was a plan, nonetheless. She could feel her primal instincts overriding her exhaustion, adrenaline coursing through her veins and shadowing the throbbing pain in her temple—

Then came a crash.

Then a thud.

Then voices.

Two, distinctive, unfamiliar, voices.

“James!” hissed one of the unfamiliar voices. He sounded panicked, a little breathless. “You can’t just come in guns blazing into every fucking room. You need to be more—”

“LAFD! Is anyone here?” called the other voice. It was louder and clearer than the first, and Rosabelle could only assume that it belonged to this James person.

“Here!” Jeff yelled, completely ignoring her previous command to stay silent. “We’re in here—Help! Please!”

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that is all for now… and yes this is loosely based off that one episode in 911