#moderau

So... I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while...it’s not great but...LET KID SING TO ME  -cries- please

ModernAU MetalPumpkin. I live for punk Kid (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

“Sorry Barto! I didn’t mean for us to be late.” Hana apologised, getting off Bartomelo’s bike, handing the helmet back to him, shaking her hair free. They were supposed to be there half an hour ago but in a pumpkin panic, she had lost her house keys. 

“It’s fine!” Barto laughed, “Come on, they should have started by now.” 

“I’m so nervous..I haven’t been to a club like this in years..” Hana mumbled, pulling on the edge of her tartan skirt. “Do I look okay?” she asked, making sure her fringe was still straight and straightening her leather jacket. Barto ushered her towards the door, showing the doorman their tickets.

“You look fine.” Hana stepped into the bar was almost overwhelmed by the thundering bass, the rapid rap of the drums reverberating through the wooden floors. It was so stuffy and the smell of sweat and alcohol flooded the air. 

“I remember why I stopped coming..” Hana grimaced as some guy didn’t see her and almost knocked her over. Barto steddied her and guided her through the crowd, using his brash attitude and cold glare to move people out the way, until Hana was dead centre in front of the stage. She had never seen Kid’s group perform. Sure she had heard Kid sing but this was a different setting. 

He stood on the stage with such a gleaming and bright stage presence. So cool.  Her mouth hung open in awe, as she watched and listened as Kid belted out some lyrics, gripping the microphone and stand firmly. He’s so wonderful… A wistful sigh left her lips as a smile gilded onto her face.

“Aint bad right?” Barto said in her ear, she nodded, excitedly fiddling with her jacket cuffs, her heart was racing, the energy of being at a live show filling her body was pushing all her previous worries away. Her eyes never left Kid, he looked perfect on stage. He was shirtless, with a sleeveless studded leather jacket on, fingerless leather gloves, a lot of chains hung around his neck, tight leather trousers topped with a studded belt and his usual chunky black boots, his hair pushed out of his face with a thick bandana. As the song finished, there was the usual clapping and whistling. As he cast off his jacket, Killer launched a drumstick at him and gestured with his head in her direction. Kid looked around curiously, stopping when his eyes met hers. Smilingly wyly, she offered him a little wave. 

-

It was the start of the usual good show. Kid loved being on stage, he loved singing and people listening. A few songs on, Kid had to chuck his jacket off he was way too warm, leather looked cool but wasn’t breathable at all. As he turned back a drumstick connected with his head, snapping his head to Killer who gestured behind him. Following Killer’s look, he spotted a familiar mop of orange. She...what’s she doing here…. He noticed a blur of green behind her giving him a thumbs up and then promptly a middle finger. That damn rooster..

Kid ran a hand over his sweat laden hair and grinned before headed back to the front of the stage taking hold of the microphone. “Changing the pace for a moment..this song is for my girl.” he announced, looking down at Hana who was already visibly panicking.  You can’t hide from me.. Pulling the mic from the stand he crouched down in front of her, she tensed and looked down at her feet in embarrassment. Look at me..

“Have I told you

Lately that I love you

If I didn't, darlin'” 

He reached down to cup her chin making her look up at him, staring her longingly in the eyes as he sung her song, just for her.

“You see, I'm so sorry

Didn't I reach out

And hold you

In these lovin' arms”

Hana blushed and smiled as he serenaded her in front of a crowd of people. She followed the guide of his fingers as they left her cheek as he stood back up to finish the song but not without making sure she knew he was looking at her and only her. As the song neared it’s close, he squatted in front of Hana reaching again to curl his fingers in the ends of her hair, she in turn rested her hands on the stage to lift herself up to steal a kiss from him. 

“You’re so cool..” she whispered against his lips. Kid felt all the blood rush to his face, he was sure steam was coming off his face. Dropping back into the crowd, leaving Kid flustered a moment before he coughed and regained his composure. “Don’t be too jealous of my sweet girl.” Kid bolstered smugly, even though he wanted to lift her onto stage to hold her close whilst he sang. 

For the rest of the show, he couldn’t stop stealing a glance of her looking up at him in awe and wonder. 

Author: Caledonia

Rating: G

Setting: Modern AU

Word Count: 6,681

Summary:

Merlin asks Arthur to treat him like he would treat one of his lovers. Arthur reluctantly agrees, afraid that as he wines and dines his flatmate they might accidentally uncover the truth - that Arthur is in love with Merlin, and has been for a very long time.Or, basically, just two boys being adorable idiots.

Dropping the ball of akid in the garden of the neighbor, was already a bad situation but doing that with your half sisters pink ball that she got for her birth day , was umbelivably worst .

So Wolf's father went with him to the neighbor to ask fo the ball back , the guy was a industrial mogul, and his house was 5 times bigger than all the houses in the neighborhood , of course fear ran up Wolfgang's spine, who told himself, she had already been part of a stutter, and dangerous people was something he had already dealt with in his life.

So they asked to enter the house and explened why , the butler opened the gate to reveal a spectacular mansion, they were led into a room with windows overlooking the garden and then there was the owner of the house, and a red robe and a pipe in his mouth, just as Wolfgang had imagined him.

The owner : So you were the boy who dropped a pink ball in my garden ? ( he asked with a angry face )

Wolfgang: Yes sure . ( He said with his German accent )

The owner : You look scare .

Wolfgang: I'm not scared , sir .

The owner : Good. ( he said with a smile in his face )

He got up from his chair and with a smile of his hug at both Wolfgang and his father, he smiled, and then said:

The owner : My daughter saw it on the garden , but I think she wouldn't like to have it , she doesn't like pink . Come here Ramsay

The girl came from behind the theme, she was very different from the hous owner , she had no brown skin, no brown eyes, she had light brown skin, and her hair was dark as night, she looked two years younger. Wolfgang, who was 11 at the time, but as soon as he saw her he was sure that this was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Ramsay: My name is Ramsay , what's your name ?

Wolfgang : Wolfgang , my name is Wolfgang

I love this fanfiction . I was drawing like for a week to get panels correct xD..

Fanfiction : Rule Number Five https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12256518/1/Rule-Number-Five

Credits to the amazing Writter : Mira ( BlossomCharms)

Author: sweetiejelly

Rating: Explicit

Setting: Modern AU

Word Count: 9,723

Summary: