#chapter 9.5

"Come see for yourself, if you don't believe me." Mrs Evens raised a white brow, her wrinkles more prominent as she glared lightly at the register.

That's all you caught, your attention refocusing forward. Your cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink. "Come here often?"

Law sighed, shifting his stormy silver eyes down to meet your own teasing eyes. "Yes, Mrs and Mr Evens have watched me grow up." He turns his head away, obviously, flustered. "This bookstore became a second home away from home sort of place for me." A hint of warmth softened his emotionless expression. "A retreat and secret sanctuary whenever the outside world and chaos became too much."

You understand him perfectly. The library would become your own safe haven on the weekends and summer vacations as a kid. "It's comforting, isn't it?" You hum, scanning the selves. Your eyes were wide with curiosity, childlike wonder and giddiness. It infact was a perfect place to start off on a first date after a huge dinner. It had a homey vibe, which was a plus. Chairs, tables and beanbag chairs were spotted in case you wanted to sit down and read, if you wanted to.

You were tempted to sit down in one of the beanbags, you hadn't since you were a child, then you thought better of it. You didn't want to embarrass yourself by accidently breaking it or stuck when you couldn't get up. Oh yeah, a great first impression on the Evens' and give Law more fuel to tease you later. Nope. No.

Law spoke up, as if, he'd read your mind. "Whatever impulse crossing your mind just go ahead and do it." He fought to choke down the laughing from bubbling up his throat. "I won't judge you."

Your gaze flickered back to him. "Oh, yes, you will Trafalgar." You poke him hard in the chest, which might have felt like kitten punches compared whatever weekly amount of weight he lifted each week to look so fit.

Law raised a brow. "Tease you, yes." He tilted his head to the side, a sexy smirk forming. "It's my right as your date, isn't it not?"

Dammit. You hated how red you felt your cheeks become and fluster beneath his all-knowing and smug, attentive and seducing stare. "Fine." You huff, pulling away and strutting like a model on a runway towards a red beanbag, twirling on your heels and sitting down at if it has become your own throne. "Happy?"

Law's expression nearly broke, drinking in the cute, childish pout, the rise of your chin, giving him your sass and stubbornness. "Very much so, yes." His gaze had wordlessly followed you, the sway of your hips, the jiggle of your rear with each step you took and then your breasts bouncing as you sat down gracefully yet hard on the beanbag without breaking or plopping onto the piece of furniture. "Satisfied?"

You decided to throw his own words back at him. "Very much so." You giggle, expression softening, covering your smile with the back of your hand and long sleeve of your dress. You begin to rise, then pause. Uh oh. Your cheeks burning hotter, brighter. When you discovered you were stuck. You shouldn't have second guested yourself. Again.

"What's the matter?" Law asked, stepping closer, keeping his spine straight, his hands behind his back.

"Uhhh." You gave him a sheepish smile. "You aren't going to believe this-"

"You're stuck, aren't you?" A tingle of laughter and amusement left his mouth before quickly cleared his throat and covered it with a cough.

"Maybe?" You peek out from your hand and sleeve.

Silence filled the air.

"Well?" You swallow down your pride and waited.

"Well, what?" Law replied, acting as if he didn't know what you were talking about.

"Don't you dare well what me, Traffy!" You hissed, mimicking his voice and cheeky attitude. "Are you doing to help me, or what?" You cross your arms over your chest.

"Now who isn't using their manners?" Law folds his arms, mirroring you.

"You can be serious?" Your anger flaring, quickly replacing your embarrassment.

Law's serious air and expression fell. "I'm bullshitting you, Y/n-ya." He offered his hand. "I promised I'd make you feel special tonight, didn't I?"

You took his hand without hesitation. "Thank you-oh, shit!"

When Law tugged to help pull you up, you tripped over your own feet resulting in you jerking back so the beanbag could break your fall. Law didn't take changed, cursing underneath his breath, rushing forward to catch you, tumbling with you and landing on top of you. Pinning you against him, the beanbag and the floor, his arms on either side of your head, your legs wrapped around his waist and his pelvis wedged between your thick, spread thighs. "You know you are beginning to remind me an awful lot like my adoptive father." Law grumbled, trying to calm down his racing heart and not focus on where exactly he landed. Or the lacy panties and your heat as his pants began to keep tight, too tight. Law bit back a low, pleasure groan.

"It wasn't my intention, I swear, Law." Your breath hitches. Tilting your head back, baring your throat for Law's heavy-lidded gaze to mark the smooth and unmarked skin, wanting to hear you moan his name again. "I wish I could agree with you, but I can't help it if I was born underneath some twisted unluck star."

Law sighed, sinking and putting all of his weight on top of you this time, his arms snaking around your waist and nuzzling his head between the valley of your breast, deciding on the safest option. "We'd have that in common, if that were true." He closed his eyes, breathing in your perfume and bodywash. Waiting for his annoying body to relax, his erection to go down with every furious and frustrating mental curse and feeling his length pulse and throb harder with every traitorous heartbeat within his body. "We need to move before-"

"Well, I'll be damned." Mr Evens said, forcing both you and Law to freeze and lift your heads up. "I thought Clara was being too noisy again." He gives Law a look, a proud father look as he draws the curtain at the end of the hallway. "It's close to closing time, so better make it quick, if you two are going to get busy behind the stacks."

"Wait a minute." Law pulls away, lifting you as he quickly remains his footing. "They don't close until 8pm." He unwraps an arm around you to stare down at his smart watch. "We still have two hours to walk the plaza." The back of his neck, ears and face fully colored pink.

"Am I really the first date you've brough here?" You had a million questions circling around in your head as you cling onto Law. You didn't want to let him go. You wouldn't have minded going at it in a public place; however, you knew once you slept with Law... how could you every go back to being just coworkers tomorrow? After seeing his stone, cold hard ass mask slip? Seeing him smile and laughter. A true laugh; not a polite chuckle or dry laugh, a full-blown belly laugh and filled with happiness. Feeling his hand in yours, or his lower-southern friend, hot, hard and begging for your attention? That's going to be haunting my spicy dreams. You bit your lower lips and reluctantly release him. Your own lust and flicker flames of arousal coming back to life.

"Yes." Law muttered, clearing his throat, rising and helping you stand. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Told myself I wouldn't bring a partner or future wife here," He trailed off and turned his face, eyeing the shelves he's walked a million time alone. Now, he had a person to share it with. "Unless I was sure she's the one."

He probably didn't mean to say that.

It sounded nuts, but then again, who in this wide world didn't have a few odd quirks or a screw loose?

The thought that Law viewed you in such high regard and thought about your future already?

It made your heart melt into a puddle. "You really mean it?" You raise a hand, cupping his jaw and gently guide him back to your searching eyes. "You've already thought that far ahead about us?"

"Of course, I have." Law admits, inkling of guilt and shame clouding his features. He leans into your touch and places a tender kiss on your inner palm, keeping his quicksilver orbs on you. Scanning for any hints of fear or signs of you backing away from, creeped out that he admitted such thoughts involving you and him. "It's not like tonight's date had been a dare or fickle whim." He whispered, cradling your jaw, sweeping his thumb along your lower lips. "I asked you out because I do like you, perhaps am madly in love." His eyes lowered to your mouth, then rose back to your eyes. "This is all new to me."

You step closer, wrapping an arm around his neck. "It isn't just every day I go on a date with my boss," You hum, eyelids falling half-shut and heavy, "This amazing and stuffy doctor, you know?" You place a ghost of a kiss on the corner of his jaw, his goatee tickling your nose, forcing a giggle to break through your seductive, red lips. "Let's take things slow, Traffy."

The doctors earlier flustered and sadness evaporated. Law recoiled his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. "It's hard to take things slow when you tempt me like this, Y/n-ya." His usual cool, steely and piercing grey gaze burning with liquid heat and fire. "Making me ache for you," He backs you up against one of the bookshelves, hands molding and kneading the swell of your hips. "It hurts to ever think of my life without you." His breathing comes out a as breathless confession. "Without your joy, your smile and sunlight in my cold and grey, checkered life."

"Checkered life?" You repeat, snapping back from your dazed expression.

"Yes." Law pressed his forehead against your own, sorrow invading his vision. "Constantly being surrounded by life and death takes its toll. It's repetitive and soul crushing, but I've known it was my calling since I first picked up my father's stethoscope and put it around my neck as a toddler." He chuckled, nostalgia pulling him back in a place of time when his parents were alive and Lammy was merely an infant. "You keep me grounded, Y/n." Law sighed. "More than you could ever know."

"I understand more than you think, Traffy." You brush the soft, thick, unruly obsidian locks out of his face. "After treating Ace, Luffy and Sabo I knew I wanted to help others." You nuzzle his cheek and place a tender kiss at the corner of his firm, pouting and soft mouth. "You don't have to force yourself to explain everything to me now. We have plenty of time to share." Your lips and breath ghosting over his, enjoying his breath hitching. "Let's enjoy tonight, Law." You raise a leg to lock around his waist. You know you were breaking ever first date rules, but how could you behave when you have such a sinfully, attractive, soft-hearted man close to being on his knees, begging to wordlessly worship you like a goddess before her most devoted and starved whispering, praying for rain. You kiss him this time. Your leg jerking him closer and rocking your hips.

Law's patience and years of self-control snaps. He kisses you back, sliding his hand along your legs, skating along your inner thigh, teasing your bare skin with his fingers while grinding against you. He swore he heard whispers, but when he broke the kiss and looked around, they were completely alone.

You pulled Law back to you, turning his face to yours, he caught the name of your neck and brought your mouth back to his. Emotions overwhelming him, robbing him of speech and leaving him unable to whisper everything within his heart that's remained left unsaid. Law isn't the one who's known to act indecent and scandalous on first dates. Let alone abandon his rationality and morals to dry hump you like a feral, horny animal. His hands continue wondering, memorizing your curves, shape and feeling of you. Forcing his eyes open to watch the love and need shining within your eyes, staring back at him, holding him captive - sinking deeper into your sweet kisses. He held nothing back; simply melting into your soft body, his heart close to bursting out of his chest as he finally pulled away. "Are you trying to taint my criminal free record?" He chuckled, panting.

"I'm certain people have got caught making out in more seedy places around here, doc." You raise a brow. "Or worse."

Law kissed you again, long and slow, savoring your taste, hiking your other leg around his waist to press your body fully into the bookcase, which groaned from your combined weight. Sweeping you into his arms and chest, and heading straight towards the olive green and sunflower couch sitting in the middle of the room, and laying you down gently.

You could barely catch your breath, you wanted him inside. Ravage you and bend you over, however he wanted to take you. Your chest heaving up and down your breasts swollen and tender, nipples hard and pointed into twin peaks beneath your dress. "If you've known how many times I've dreamed of you looking at me like that," you laugh softly, running your runs along the front of his shirt. "I'd owe you millions."

Law's throat burned with unshed tears, but his voice came out calm and breathless. For a singular moment, uncertainty crossed his face. "If I had known, I would have found you sooner." His voice dropped lower, trembling with raw need. His shaky hands gripping your hips tighter. "Can I touch you?" He started again, leaning back, his tone much softer and polite.

The words were so soft, you almost didn't hear them. "Of course, Law." You spread your thick tights wider, your lacy panties soaking, your wetness visible underneath the doctors headed, unabashed and unashamed, hungry stare. "Touch me to your hearts content, my doctor." You blush prettily.

Law doesn't waste him, running the pads of his long, skilled, inked index and middle finger along your soaking slit to test your wetness with perfectly controlled easy. He hisses a breath. "Goddamn, nurse." He groans. "You are soaking and leaking on my fingers and I've barely touched you, baby."

You fight not to cover your scalding hot face. Reaching between your body's to touch, stroke and massage his cock through the noticeable tent in his pants. You pause, lifting a hesitant gaze into his feral and burning stare. "Then can I touch you, Doctor Trafalgar?" You ask breathlessly.

Law grabs your hand and guides you to palm him hard, feeling the hardness and heat throbbing and leaking pre. "This, my naughty nurse." Law gasps, bitting his lower lips. His hips grind and thrust, then shutter and shake above you as he releases an unsteady exhale and muffled moan. "This cock is all for you." His voice cracks, breath puffs and hitches.

Oh, fuck, that's hot as fuck. You think, feeling another trickle of arousal gathering inside your ruined white lace panties. Thank God, you wore your matching bralette. You bite your lower lips, thick, black lashes veiling your eyes. You were so highly acutely aware of Law's heat and his touch, overcome and overwhelmed with the need to see him fall apart and come above you before you two leave this bookstore. It would be soo adorable to see his furiously blushing face try to walk out with a noticeable cum stain in his pants. You giggle to yourself, drawing your dates attention back to your face.

"Whatever non-innocent thoughts are running through your mind?" He asks coolly, acting as if you were not groping the front of his pants or touching his dick.

You hand stops, getting an eyeful of his cock twitching hard and pulsating between your palm. Shit. I got too overexcited. "Uhhh." You can't think of a witty or cheeky response to say.

"Don't you dare say nothing," Law narrows his vision and nose down at you. There's no heat in his scolding. Instead decides to use this moment of distraction to press and tease your clit in painstakingly slow circles. He hates that he's curious. Loving and hating the naughtier idea of you teasing and bullying him like this. Fuck, it's been so long since he's come without the use of his own hand. "You created this problem, now fix it, Y/n-ya." He barks out quietly, his jaw hard and tense. Yours feels perfect wrapped around his dick, softer and smaller compared to his rougher and larger ones. Shame, heat and excitement all swirling and churning, fluttering hotter within his lower abdomen. Silently worrying he'd come untouched if he hadn't mindlessly guided your hand to his not so new problem.

"Me?" You scoff, blinking and glaring back. "It's not like I wanted to give you a blue baller killer in the middle of ours first date, doc." You tightened your grip on his hard dick, watching his angry and annoyed expression falter into a crumbling and furiously red, naughty mess.

Law closes his eyes, cursing beneath his breath. "Goddamn, I'm already-" Rocking his hips in slow, careful and shallow thrusts. "Fuck, close." He possessively cups your pussy in his hand, shoving your lacy panties aside to shove a singular digit inside, then another, the A and E in his DEATH tats disappearing into your liquid, velvety and tight heat. The heel of his hand rubbing your clit, in-between thrusting his fingers in and out in experimental thrusts. "Gotta make your come too."

"There's no way-" You gasp, your insides betrayed you, clenching and fluttering hard around his digits.

Law's grip on the armrest above your head tightens into a white-knocked fist. "I'm a highly trained and skilled doctor, my pretty girl." Law huffs, brushing his nose along yours. "Doctors used to have patience come to them for medical proscribed organisms to help cure anxiety and stress," He muses in an all-knowing, matter-of-fact and smug smile. "Weekly before the first vibrator was invented."

You had heard that. Those lucky bitches. You first thought, glaring with envy and disbelief on your computer screen in history class years ago. You fantasized about Law finger banging you every week on his medical table more often after that. "Quite talkin' and prove it, Traffy." You groan in frustration; you needed to finally feel him make you come on his god gifted fingers.

Law wasn't offended. "Gladly." His smirk grew wider, sinister and unhinged. His silver orbs gleaming and appeared a shade of gold beneath the lights and shadow blending and crossing his face. Law didn't need to be hold twice, circling your clit harder, meaner while dragging his fingers slower and deeper strokes. "I'll buy you any book you want, if you come before me."

"It's your money, doc." You sass, half chuckling and half moaning. Palming and jerking him through his pants, harder and faster. Your left leg already beginning to tremble and shake. "You-Ah!" You suck in a shaky breath, face burner hotter. "Gimme your bank card at this point."

"Only, if you were my girlfriend, Y/n-ya." Law gulps, his mouth dry. Running his mouth along the corner of your kiss swollen and plump, sweet and dirty talkin' mouth. "I'll take no refusal." Monitoring every gasp, every moan, how your toes begin to curl and sexy arch of your hips, moving and knowing expertly how you want him to finger your pretty pussy.

You release a higher pitched pleasure cry.

When he hits that spot that makes you see stars and believe in heaven.

Heat crawls up the back of Law's neck and shirt collar, knowing Mrs and Mr Evens can no doubt hear the illegal and obscene, steamy scene going on behind the curtains. His distracted gaze shifts downward, notice the subtle smug curve of your sexy mouth curving. You think you've won. Hardly. That expression turned him on more. He could be cruel. He could be an asshole by denying your release. Fuck, it was so attractive and brought him closer to his downfall and orgasm. He didn't give a singular fuck to give. "You didn't answer my proposal." Law raised a brow, meeting your lost and heavy-lidded gaze.

"Can you repeat that after I've won my bet?" You blink, moaning beneath him. Your stubborn and cheeky tone should infuriate him.

Law usually keeps quiet during sexual encounters. Finds it exhausting and tedious to waste the energy to converse with a quick fuck; things changed now, with him... with you. He wants to hear your voice. Every babbling snark comment, pleasure sigh and useless banter. His arousal and lust worsens into lewder, sexier and more private, dirty scenarios flashing across his overly horny and brain rotten head; he groans and trembles above you.

You spread on his bed, black silk blindfold, matching handcuffs and one of his favorite silk ties holding your hands secure, raised over your head as you lay on his bed, perfectly needy and pleading for him to fuck you senseless. "Law, I want you sooo bad, baby!"

You bend over his work desk in a sexy nurse unform, your thick thighs trembling, meat of your ass jiggling and recoiling with every thrust of his pelvis slapping against your ass and he pounds you mercilessly from behind. "Oh, Law! Doctor, please cure me of this slutty sickness with your hard cock!"

""Doctor, please, oh, pretty please gimme your cum!" You on your knees, tits out, squished between your hands, cupping them, tongue sticking out and begging for his cum while he jerks off in his own hand. And your daily dose of your vitamin D?"

Law's half-closed eyes snaps open the moment he feels your soaking, drooling cunt clenching around his fingers. His helps rise your hips higher, shoving your hand away to clamp his greedy and waiting hot, hungry mouth over your clit, furiously sucks and rolling his skilled tongue, groaning long and sinful at the first taste of your pussy and juices on his tongue. His fingers, fucker harder and deeper, curling.

Your fingers tangle, tugging and clutching Law's face closer, deeper into your pussy. "Fuck, oh, fuck, just like that, daddy!" You squirt, back arching off the couch, continuing to wiggle, twitch and screams with a loud, moan of his name on your tongue.

Law gasps and comes untouched in his pants. He mumbles and moans your name, which is muffled between your pussy lips, sending another delicious vibrations straight to your core and overstimulated clitoris. His quicksilver eyes rolling, aftershocks of quick lightning and euphoric shivers shooting down his spine and straight to his throbbing dick staining his pants.

Time stopped.

You were both left panting, breathing heavily and breathless.

The smell of cum and old books filled the air of the room.

"Well, fuck me, I guess." You chuckle, quickly recovering first. "It's a fuckin' tie." You release his head, your body twitching and tweaking from coming hard.

Law gently helped lower you back down. "It would appear that way." He chuckles softly, a genuine smile breaking out across his face.

You sink further into the couch, your lower back protesting as Law gently retracts his fingers out of your most intimate of places. "I-" Your mouth opens and closes. Nervously twirling with your fingers, recovering your lower half by snapping your legs shut and refusing to look at him. "I don't usually do things like this on the first date." You press, moisture stinging your eyes.

"I know." Law leans away to pull out a packet of packet tissues and wipes from the inside of his jacket pocket. "Tonight, surely been a rememberable night..." Law licks his lips, taking you on his mouth and tongue. He pauses and restarts, sounding genuinely surprised and hopefully. "If you want to continue our date that is."

The rooms steamy, lust haze air evaporated the moment Mrs Evens' voice rang on the other side of the closed curtain outside. "Sir, it's close to closing time. I'm afraid you are trespassing. Get out."

You sat upright, quickly readjusting your dress and crossing your legs and pretending to be scrolling on your phone.

Law sat down beside you, stretching out his arm behind you and reclining lazily on the back of the couch, crossing one long leg over the other. His mask of cold stoic, professionalism shifting back in place. His free hand resting on top of your knee. "Act natural." Law advised, shifting his arctic eyes on your furiously heated face.

"Yeah, no shit." You muttered beneath your breath.

Law tapped a finger on top of your knee. Shifting his gaze forward. "Whoever is bursting in here better not be some drunk jackass."

It was worse.

Your ex-boyfriend threw back the curtain dramatically, glaring red hot and furiously scowling. "I knew it!" His attention focused more on you and your disheveled clothes and hair, pointing an accusing finger at you. "You fat bitch." His voice slurred with intoxication. "What the ever lovin' fuck are you doin' here? Shouldn't you be walkin' off those extra pounds in that prick doctor's hospital or some shit?"

Your head snapped up. Eyes wide as you flinched. Oh, shit.

Law's body tensed. His gaze murderous, a full-blown scowl spreading across his face. "Excuse you?" Venom oozing from his tight-lipped, forced smile.

Your ex trails his unsteady gaze from you to your date. "Who the fuck are..." He steps forward, squints, hard. Then recognition flashes across his face. "No way, y'er the mad surgeon-"

"I assume you are the fuck stick who dared belittle and bully, Y/n-ya?" Law rose to his towering height.

You stood on shaky legs. "Law," You pleaded, clinging ont his arm. "It's okay, really-" Your mouth down turned into a wobbily smile.

"The fucking hell it is." Law growled, his knuckles turning white. "This piece of trash dared tear your down and made your think you were worthless when you are in-fact a rare diamond in this shitty world." It hurt Law to see you act like this. The same hurt and heartbreak tainting your beautiful face, he'd seen yesterday. No more. He won't stand for it.

"Law, he's works for-" You tried again.

"I don't give a fucking damn who he works for." Law snapped. Hates how you flinched. His face immediately softening as he cradles your hand in his own. "If he tries to get in my way, I'll file a restraining order myself."

"Law." Tears spill down your face as you lean your full body weight into his strong and protective arms.

The plaza security guards burst inside, grabbing your ex as he started to protest and pull away. "Get your hands off me!"

"This menace is disturbing this night young people, Roronoa." Mrs Evens snorted, making her way through and point a boney, winkled finger at your ex with her husband close behind.

"Come on, jackass, let's go." Zoro sighs, clearly bring woken from his nap.

Another green haired man in a mohawk stepped forward with handcuffs, glaring and smiling a big, sharped predatory, fanged smile.

You recognized both green haired me.

Roronoa Zoro and Bartolomeo.

"Zoro! Barto!" You called out to them, stepped forward without overcrowding them.

They both turn towards you.

"Y/n?"

"Mistress Y/n?"

Both Zoro and Bartolomeo's expressions soften.

"You know those two?" Law inquired, confused, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Of course." You smile through the tears. "Zoro is Luffy's friend and Barto is a part of Luffy's fan club."

"Yo." Zoro greets, raising a free hand.

"Sup." Barto mumbles, picking his nose.

Of course, they are. He thought, mentally sighing. Law clears his throat. "Let's go." He pulls out his wallet, grabbing a stack of berri, followed by an old edition of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Autsin. "Clearly, Mr. Collins will leave us alone unless he wants me to take him to court." Law sneers, leading you towards the exit and handing Mrs Even a few hundred berri's.

You smile, snuggling into Law's bicep. "My Hero, Mr. Darcy." You sigh dreamily.

Law's jaw twitched, curving high into an arrogant and haughty smirk. "Anything for my Miss Bennet."

----- end of chapter 9.5 ----

Woohoo. It's here!

I wanted to the classic scene of your current date running into your ex scenarios but adding it into the dinner scene would be too much. Law going straight into overprotective mode with a click is soo attractive to me. XD

Yes! Dinner and a bookstore date is my favorite!

The spicy scene was pure impulse on my part, but the sexual tension was going to explode sooner or later. ;) I did not originally plan on adding a spicy scene on the first date, I mean, they are two adults. It's consensual and they both really need the dopamine high.

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Mothball knew nothing of screwball's compliance, that she knew he lied, that she expected to see him again.

"I feel sickly mother," He drooped down onto the trunk of a colossal broken tree, his bed. A maid tucked him into the bed he made every morning, performed her daily check up, and left promptly to report to the queen. She was queen supervising from the frame of the door.

"Hush, little one. You must be exhausted. Sleep, little Mothball. Let your dreams take wing. One day when you're big and strong...

You will be a king."

Chrysalis stood above his bed, behind his frame, empty and demanding.

"Tomorrow, your training intensifies."

And with that, she strolled from the room of the prince. Replacing her, a shadow of her might.

Mantis approached the boy with scowling eyes, the tops hidden by a brow dipping into a pool of disdain.

"mother has ordered you to train under my command for the remainder of your lessons. I understand how easy it is for you to make your mentors look foolishly incompetent with your ineptitude. But trust me when I declare, I will break you until you make mother proud. Of both of us."

Mothball could only stare as tears fell from his sunken, downturned eyes. Mantis sighed and smirked, as if every tear that fell was like eating premium love.

"maybe you cannot be saved. I always was mother's favorite for a reason."

With that, Mantis followed the Mare's steps.

Chrysalis scowled and seethed with every step into the darkness of the hollow hive.

"I've been exiled, persecuted, Left alone with no defense.

When I think of what that brute did, I get a little tense.

But I dream a dream so pretty, That I don't feel so depressed. 'Cause it soothes my inner kitty And it helps me get some rest"

"The sound of Discord's dying gasp!"

His daughter squealing in my grasp!

His darling wife's mournful cry!

That's my lullaby!"

Chrysalis climbed the steps to her throne, covered in gems stolen from rulers long gone by the hooves of her lineage.

"Now the past I've tried forgetting, And my foes I could forgive

Trouble is, I know it's petty, But I hate to let them live."

Mantis, attached to her haunches as always, stood beside the queen.

"So you found yourself somebody Who'd chase Discord up a tree?"

"Oh, the battle may be bloody But that kind of works for me...

The melody of angry growls!

A counterpoint of painful howls!

A symphony of death, oh my!

That's my lullaby"

Mantis looked towards the sleeping prince's room. How could all this come from such a disgusting little maggot?

"Sleep, you little termite!

Uh-- I mean, precious little thing!

One day when you're big and strong..."

"You will be a king!"

The pounding of the drums of war!

The thrill of Mothball's mighty roar!"

"The joy of vengeance! Testify!"

"I can hear the cheering drown the cries...

Payback time is nearing, And then our flag will fly,

Up against a blood-red sky!

I think you have your answer :)

I'm not spoiling you, i think you deserved a treat for staying with me for so long :)