❝I could be noticed by someone.❞
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YOU DID NOT JUST BILLIE JOE ME. SHIT.
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deep breaths boo. if you miss shit, you miss shit. people will remind you if it’s a big deal. <3
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In his state of intoxication, Hans could not decide whether to be more amused or annoyed by the fact that she seemed completely uninterested in giving him back his damn drink. Unquestionably he’d had enough, but in his mind, enough was, tonight, far from his version of enough.
When she pulled back, he wobbled slightly forward, catching himself on the console and bursting into bent-over laughter.
With one hand, he sloppily reached out to snatch at the glass—
—and failed miserably.❝Come on, Anna, you’re— you’re too drunk, you don’t need anymore, just gimme— gimme the bourbon!❞
Of course, it was horribly clear who was actually too drunk.
In a last ditch effort, he hauled himself off the console and stumbled after her, looping his arms around her waist to hoist her feet off the ground, swaying dangerously
❝Gimme the bourbon in three… two… one…❞
☃ _ ღ Wait, what? She was too drunk? She wasn't that drunk, was she? She didn’t have that much experience when it came to getting drunk, but she knew that she wasn’t totally plastered, right?
She didn’t know, and she didn’t have time to figure it out. Before she was able to process what was happening, Hans’ arms were around her waist, and she was fucking floating.
She let out an earsplitting scream, flailing arms coming to rest on
his shoulders as she white-knuckled the glass. With wide eyes,
she looked around, completely fascinated by this new position.
She was so high!
Is this what it was like for the rest of the world?
Is this what being tall feels like?
Man, this was kind of great.
—- His counting made her smile, but there was no fucking way she was going to give him the drink. And as he settled upon one, she scrunched her nose up at him. ❝Blastoff!❞
And with that, she was nothing more than a fit of giggles, head tilted downward as she stood, suspended against his swaying frame.
;; hanna drabble/oneshot (idk it’s over one hundred words) set in suspension!verse. this is based off of a drabble prompt i received weeks and weeks ago and am just now getting to. a+ procrastination.
I can’t believe the news today.
Oh, I can’t close my eyes and make it go away.
How long…
How long must we sing this song?
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To put it mildly, Hans looked rather put out.
He simply could not be at peace with the fact that she didn’t even take him remotely seriously. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. Once again, he found himself desperately missing the life that he had before, one where not a single person he knew would have the guts to roll their eyes at him or doubt him for even a moment.
But Anna… Anna spent half their time belittling his concerns and acting as if he had no idea what he was talking about. Never mind that he did the same to her – if not worse; he couldn’t stand the lack of respect. Not only that, but he had no other place to go in order to receive what he thought he deserved. She was, quite literally, the only thing left in the universe he could call his own – and what was she to him, even? An irritating companion of fate? They didn’t like each other, they weren’t fucking… What was the point?
The point was everything, as unfortunate as it seemed, because they were all that was left.
“Damn well didn’t upset me,” he muttered, less than convincingly. “Just know that I can’t do this alone. That would be impossible.”
It was half a lie, he supposed. For a moment, he almost felt like his old self, although it only lasted a moment until he realized he could never be that person again. He would never reclaim that prestige and power and success – and he would likely die trying to.
Her reaction did nothing but make him sigh deeply and roll his eyes. She switched moods like a light switch, depending on whether or not he gave her what she wanted (which admittedly was rare). She was so ecstatic that it nearly made him sick. Hans stumbled forward as she pulled at him and a groan escaped him.
“Fine, fine! Slow down, Anna. Shouldn’t we hop on the speeder? It’s a little faster than walking.”
☃ _ ღ ❝Lucky you have me, then,❞ she quipped, looking down her nose at him in the most pretentious of fashions. ❝‘Cause not only can I do it alone, but I could also do it blindfolded with my arms tied. You’re so lucky to have me. I really don’t think you realize.❞
She stuck her tongue out at him, figuring that would be the end of that. She was the one with the freaking experience here. I mean, lawyer vs. woman involved in a top secret NASA program? Yet, he still thought he knew better than her, when it came to everything.
She was the one constantly on the ground, while he chilled in the ship pressing buttons. Not only was she the backbone of this whole operation, but she was also the brawn…and the brains, and Hans didn’t know crap. Of this, he would never convince her otherwise.
God, she just couldn’t stand him sometimes. You think he’d, y'know, be somewhat decent to her, considering she was, like, the only person he had left in the universe. Yet, no matter how nice she was to him, no matter what she did, he always had a problem with it. She was not an idiot, and she was sick of being treated like one.
Truthfully, she was at the point where she simply didn't care anymore. He could be an asshole if he wanted, but she wasn’t going to tiptoe around it. She wasn’t going to mute her personality, and she wasn’t going to give him a fucking inch, since he seemed so hell bent on controlling everything. She had to hold on to what she had left.
Imprints lay indented in the ground below as she darted along, and she couldn’t hold back an eye roll at his proposition. ❝Tell me, genius, what’s the point of exploring, if we’re just going to freaking drive through everything? I swear—❞
Stopping herself, she shook her head, knowing that slinging more insults would likely just lead to more arguing, and she didn’t really want to deal with that. Not when she had a whole freaking planet to explore, anyway.
This chick probably had the foulest mouth he’d ever heard in his damn life. Frankly, he wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted or impressed. Either way, he didn’t know the best way to tell her that Chino was gay anyway and therefore wouldn’t be particularly interested in anything she had to offer. What she had to say was too interesting to interrupt anyway, so he elected to simply listen, not bothering to hide his amused expression. He met quite a few people in his line of work, but rarely women so damned amusing. He wondered for a moment if she knew how funny she was, but quickly decided that she must not.
“Seeing as he’s my employee and he’s on the clock, I’d wager it is my business, actually,” he pointed out with a shrug. Not that he cared. It wasn’t as if he’d actually lose money on such a deal.
One hand perched on his hip and he gazed at her skeptically as she whipped out her “license.” Who the fuck did she think she was fooling? It sure as hell wasn’t him. Swiftly taking the ID from her, he examined it. Cherry Morano. Riiiiiiight, he thought to himself. At least it looked convincing enough, although if his place were to get stung, she’d be a liability. Of course, he didn’t expect a sting to happen anytime soon; he’d cozied up to enough of the weekend cops to essentially get himself a free pass when it came to that sort of pointless shit.
“If this thing is real, Cherry, then I’m the Queen of Sheba,” he answered dryly, shaking his head. His gaze flickered back up to her and he gave another shrug, as if it weren’t any sort of big deal. After all, it wasn’t something he hadn’t dealt with before. “I’m a little sharper than my doormen. I know a fake when I see it. And yeah, it is my club, so I’d watch your step if I were you. You may think you own the world with those pretty little lips, but I’m a little harder to convince than most.”
His tone hardly matched his words and he punctuated them with a wink. Her outburst nearly made him laugh aloud; there was something about the fluent cursing coming out of that face that proved incredibly funny to him. It both suited her and didn’t, although he couldn’t exactly explain why. His eyes followed hers to the joker in the corner. Hans recognized him – and he definitely didn’t like him.
“Spank bank? How old do you think I am? Fifteen?” He gave a roll of his eyes before glancing back over at her “cock-sucker” thoughtfully. “Sure you want to get out of here so quickly,” he ventured, “or would you prefer to take a seat and a drink on the house to watch the show? I can have him booted, you know. Gladly.”
☃ _ ღ ❝Well, I don’t fucking know. You could be the goddamn Queen of Sheba, for all I know. I don’t know what you’re packing – or not packing. I don’t fucking know what you do in your free time, and you don’t fucking know what I do in mine. My name could be Cherry — there’ve been weirder, okay? It’s not even that fucking uncommon.❞
— Hey, asshole, she liked the name. It fit her better than the one her parents gave her, she thought. And though he knew it was a fake, she didn’t offer him anything else to call her by, nor did she offer any sort of explanation for the invalidity of her ID.
He didn’t seem to care, so why the fuck should she?
She crossed her arms over her chest, watching him a moment. ❝Listen, grey poupon, I know exactly what these pretty little lips are capable of — probably a hell of a lot more than you’d even think possible. I won’t be watching my step. I don't need to watch my step. I blaze new trails, bitch, and I don’t have to convince you of it, because such worldly truths come to light for all, in time.❞
It was a rare sight to catch her without a smirk, without that look in her eyes that advertised just how confident she was, just how much she thought she knew about the world and about whoever she was viewing. Oh, yes, Cherry oozed confidence. It radiated over her entirety, letting all know just how fucking amazing she was.
But Anna?
Anna was a different story entirely.
Which was why she lay buried away, along with hurt and the pain, so she had little more left to show the world than her anger and I don’t give a fuck attitude.
His offer made her smile, but she was quick to dismiss it, because she had a much better idea. Getting him thrown out wasn’t enough — no, not by a long shot.
❝Of course you could,❞ she murmured, her eyes not leaving that little cocksucking piece of shit as she addressed the man before her. ❝But I can do something better.❞
The moment her eyes met with her ex-boyfriends, she closed the space between them, reaching one hand up to grip him behind the neck. ❝Pucker up, moneybags.❞
—- And with that she closes the gap between them, not paying much mind to whether or not he wanted to be assaulted by her tongue, because nobody had ever really refused her before. The kiss was passionate, and hard, and downright sexy, and after a moment, she rose her free hand, flipping off that little jackass with a goddamn smile on her face.
The smile grew enough to break the kiss, and Anna pulled away, that trademark little smirk painted across cherry lips.
❝Now you can kick him out.
I mean, if he hasn’t run out crying yet.❞
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According to Anna, she was never reckless. Everything that she said, everything that she did, she thought it all has a purpose. It seemed she was incapable of seeing everything that Hans did. She took her life in her hands. She was careless. He’d started wondering how much she truly cared about her own life anymore. He would say he couldn’t blame her, but he absolutely could; if she haphazardly threw her life away in one of these situations, it left him stranded without a life preserver, let alone a rowboat.
His hands shook on the controls and he focused his gaze before him once again, scowling darkly at what she had to say. She always had some snappy comeback, some piece of immature wit she’d try to feed him when she pulled shit like this. Hans grew tired of it and he had never truly accepted it. Her actions perfectly warranted his reaction, he thought as he ripped the headset from his ear and tossed it aside, muttering furiously.
Back on Earth, he would have something clever to say back to her in the blink of an eye. He would take her arguments down with the practiced finesse that made him so successful in his work. But after everything that had happened, with the situation they found themselves in, the point of it disappeared. Any feelings of sadness or despair he ever felt remained buried, but his anger was something he could not hide – and did not feel obligated to even bother.
“Awesome certainly isn’t the word I would use,” he snapped back, but quietly, and besides, she’d moved on in conversation, predictably. He rolled his eyes; it was almost a knee-jerk reaction when she spoke by now, because most of the time, she was saying something or another to get on his nerves, intentionally or not. “Come on, quit with Downward Dog and just… come sit down, will you?”
The craft was shooting over the landscape at top speed now. His practiced fingers guided it smoothly, despite his irritation. Now what? He didn’t want to admit he did not know. He liked having a plan and he usually did, but he’d been caught off-guard by the reaction to their attempt. His lips pursed and his brow furrowed as he listened to her ideas. Some sanity, for once, he thought, though truly only some.
“We may take him by surprise,” he said, rubbing at his jaw, “but they’ll slaughter us anyway. The place is crawling. We’re being trailed without question, like you said. Best thing is to try to shake them as quickly as possible, although that might take a few days, and… regroup. Find a safe place, if a safe place still exists, and come up with something new. Something better. This bastard can’t hide behind his walls forever and I’ll take his life if I die doing it.”
If he had the choice, he’d do it with a blade. After everything, he wanted nothing more than to feel the life leaving Rekar’s body.
☃ _ ღ Anna nodded along, figuring he was right. As awesome as it would be to hop out of the craft, guns blazing and adrenaline pumping – she knew it would probably just get her killed. And while that mattered little in the grand scheme of things, she still didn’t wish to die before, like, actually doing something.
She was going to die; this was an inevitable truth that even she did not try to ignore, but she would not let it happen until they got what they wanted – until Rekkar was killed.
Truthfully, Anna didn’t want it all that badly. Should he pay for his crimes? Absolutely, but she found the prospect of revenge to be truly empty most times.
Killing him would not bring her fiancee back.
Killing him would not bring back anything she once held dear.
Killing him would not restore meaning to her life.
But maybe, just maybe, it would restore some in her partner’s, and that was enough to get her to try.
❝You’re right,❞ she muttered, pushing herself to her feet, grabbing a headset from her end of the dashboard as she moved to the more open space behind them. ❝Jumping ship is the only way to go. I mean, the only way to go that doesn’t involve us dying.
But we’ll get him. I mean, there’s gotta be some way.
I’ll take a look at the blueprints again in a bit.
Meanwhile, I’ve got eyes behind us, just drive – I’ll let you know who’s trailing and what they plan on doing.❞
Flipping the headset on, she stretched herself out, body pretty wrecked from all of the impact. Having something blow up a few hundred meters away from you is really not fun, especially when you only weigh about a hundred and ten pounds, and the only thing you have to shield yourself form the impact is a great pair of pants and a glass helmet.
Thinking back, she figured she must’ve made a pretty sizable dent in the planet’s rocky terrain, and if it wouldn’t get her killed – she’d so love to go back and check it out.
❝Yep!❞ she said, her hands placed at namaste as she breathed in through her nose. Anna liked yoga quite a bit – she was about as graceful as a St. Bernard, so she wasn’t exactly good at it, but anything that served to get her mind off of all the troubles she’d been faced with was welcomed. ❝They’ve got two people trailing us. I don’t think they plan to actually do anything besides psych us out, though. They’re really tiny.❞
Flicking her eyes from the semi-transparent screen before her, she looked to Hans, dropping her hands as she strode toward him. ❝Do you…want me to drive? I could take it from here, find somewhere safe for us to stay. You should take a nap or something, try to relax.❞
His angry breathing was really putting her on edge.
–
He’d managed to worry her. Then again, everything seemed to worry her, which was so much different than the girl he met at the late Queen Elsa’s coronation. Hans recalled her weakness then, how easily he fell for everything that came out of his mouth, how simple it was to convince her that they were soul mates and that it was true love. Things had grown more complicated, certainly, but far from impossible; in fact, in some ways, these new weaknesses made things far easier for him, although he hadn’t imagined it was even possible.
Her outburst brought the ghost of a tender smile to his lips, one that hid his satisfaction, and he leaned forward to press his lips to her forehead. He could feel her desire – no, her need – for his approval and affection through her body language, in the way she leaned toward him, seemingly savoring each moment that she was able to. The part of the doting, sympathetic fiancé insisted that he indulge her to the best of his ability – and honestly, he reveled in the power it granted him.
“Nothing that can’t be easily remedied,” he assured her, sliding his hand to the back of her head to run his fingers comfortingly through her hair. “I understand your pressures, love, and so do the people. Nobody expects you to be perfect through the grief.”
At times the ability to pacify her so easily, with nothing but sweet whispers and assurances and tender touches, made him feel almost alarmingly powerful. The fact that he could so easily hold her in the palm of his hand with almost no effort at all gave him a strange thrill that he thought was, perhaps, rather shallow. It gave him confidence, however. If he could make her believe anything in even the most intimate moments, his prepared and practiced image for the crowds of Arendelle certainly could not go wrong.
Her giggle made it all the more obvious his intoxicating effect upon her. His mouth turned in a smile and he leaned in to nuzzle at her jawbone, directly below her ear, a single final gesture before doing as she requested and sweeping her up into his arms bridal style. The fine silk of her dress felt so soft and rich beneath his fingers, indicative of Arendelle’s fine textiles. A wave of pride washed over him; it was his now and nothing on earth could have pleased him more.
“Very well, Your Highness,” he teased as he carried her to the door as if she weighed no more than a kitten. “You know I live to please you. The happiness of a queen is paramount, so I’d best get all the practice I can before you’re crowned.”
He pushed open the door with the help of one hip and carried her out into the empty hallway. The murmurs of house servants echoed from far off, and otherwise, Hans could tell that they were alone. Turning on his heel, he headed toward the door to the empty ballroom on the far side of the corridor. Once inside, he closed the door with one foot before inspecting the interior
The floor looked freshly cleaned, striped with golden midday sunlight that shone through the tall windows to the west. A perfectly manufactured goofy grin spread over his face and he strode to one side of the ballroom, setting her delicately on a windowsill.
“Come on,” he said eagerly, extending a hand. “Dance with me. Oh! Hang on.” Hans kicked his shoes off, pushing them against the wall. “There,” he said with finality, offering her his hand once more. It was best to try to get her smiling and laughing before taking her out where people could see her and scrutinize his work.
She was, perhaps, his most important project, if he was to showcase his dedication to the country.
☃ _ ღ Anna pressed her forehead to his shoulder, a somber sort of smile making its way onto pale lips, her crumpled frame cradled so carefully to him.
A queen – the sentiment of his statement lost to Anna, her mind focused solely on the uttered title.
Ah, yes — her impending coronation.
She knew she should be excited – hopeful, even, for her future as the queen of Arendelle, as the wife of a man that she loved so dearly. Yet, each time she attempted to look toward the inevitable, she was met with nothing but a tightness in her chest.
Elsa embodied everything a queen should be,
and Anna did not wish to attempt to live up to
the personal image she had of her sister.
—- It was a pointless endeavor,
one she wasn’t sure she could even attempt to undertake. She knew her fiancee thought differently, of course, but she wondered what the murmurs of the people might be. Anna was a bright, warm woman, who was loved by all who came to know her, yet she still feared they may question her inexperience, or even worse – her ties to her sister and the destruction she’d nearly brought upon them all. She did not feel like a queen; she did not look like a queen, and no matter how Hans talked her up, no matter how much faith he had in her – she did not have any for herself, and this is where all of her problems began.
Always so anxious, always so scared —
she hoped her new standing would diminish it some,
but Anna knew better than to fool herself.
When he opened the door, revealing for a moment the oh so secret world Elsa’d created, Anna could not help but shiver at the sudden temperature difference. The warm air rushed to meet her small frame, one that’d been nearly numbed by the time she’d spent in the icy atmosphere. Carefully, she curled closer to him, eyes fixed upon the well-tailored jacket that completed her fiancees soigné demeanor.
How empty it all seemed, the life of extravagance she was expected to lead. With Elsa as queen, Anna at least had a chance at a life outside the castle walls. How she wished to travel, to explore – to be burdened by nothing but the confines of her own imagination.
And now she was stuck, just as she had been in her youth. Stuck beneath a crown, stuck beneath the many responsibilities she’d face following her coronation. It was a life of extravagance and grandiosity, but Anna wanted it not.
The golden days of her rule were gilded,
and Anna would not feign excitement toward it.
She was carried into the ballroom, and her brow rose slightly, wondering what Hans had in mind exactly. The emptiness of the room rang throughout her mind, and she spent a moment thankful that she hadn’t ventured in there alone, for if she had, she may have very well been crushed under the emptiness.
Perched upon the windowsill, she straightened out the fabric of her dress, the many changes in position causing the orange fabric to lay funny.
Her eyes flickered toward him, her already heightened brow raising a bit higher as he extended a hand her way. He wished to dance? Strange, she thought – likely an attempt to boost her spirits, and it was a successful one, in truth.
❝You want to….
Oh-Okay!❞
She reached down to remove her shoes, tossing the flats aside, not paying any mind to where they landed. Once they were off, she dropped to her feet, placing her dainty hand into that of her fiancee, the other coming to rest on his shoulder.
❝How are we gonna dance, though?❞
she queried, popping up onto her toes a moment to lessen the gap between them. ❝We don’t have any music.❞
–
Anna had always been a broken creature in some way, ever since he met her. It was what made her so initially attractive to him, as a wife, as a means to take the power he felt he deserved. Hans did not feel particularly protective of her in the way one might expect, but she belonged to him and he did not take it well when people played with his things.
It was this possession that drove a good portion of his anger as he picked her up, careful not to hold her too tightly and aggravate her wounds further. Admittedly, he wished he’d worn something less fine, for he feared she was so filthy that she would ruin his coat and shirt. He would have to buy new ones, he thought in irritation, and all because not only had these criminals touched what was his but also that she was foolish enough to get herself kidnapped. If only she would finally stop mourning over that sister of hers. He could not expect better, he reminded himself; this was the woman, the princess, who agreed to marry him within hours of meeting him.
“Fetch the princess something to eat. Something that will go down easily. No doubt the cook will have some idea what to send. And a basin in case she’s sick.” He instructed one of the servants, eyes still flashing in anger. He knew how they would all interpret it; they all thought the doting husband was furious about the brutal treatment of his wife.
They were only half correct, of course.
“And you. Come heat the water for her bath. We must get her cleaned up.”
His quick, long footsteps quickly brought them to the washroom they shared, the maid stumbling at his heels to keep up. He lowered himself into a chair against the wall, arranging her carefully in his lap.
“Anna,” he murmured, careful to keep the disdain from his voice. “Show me where they’ve hurt you.”
☃ _ ღ The sound of his voice made her want to scream, as the pounding behind her eyes refused to subside. Any and all stimuli only fueled the building nausea, so as he barked orders to the castle staff, she squeezed her lids shut, face scrunching as she lifted her hands from his chest and covered her ears.
The pain washed over her in waves – crashing her against the rocks without sparing a moment for air, before pulling her back out with the undertow. She very much felt as if she was drowning – in tears, in pain, in fear, and in every other emotion bubbling up within her, all of which attempted escape from her watery oculi.
He brought them both into the bathroom, and Anna was thankful to have been without vision, for she was certain that the sudden change in lighting would cause her to spill the contents of her stomach.
His prompting shot a sense of alarm through her, and she hastily looked to him, squinting against the stinging of the light as she scrambled to sit up in his lap. ❝No!❞ She hooked her digits into the dishabille scraps left of her dress, utterly refusing to expose anything they’d done.
Her clothing was the last shred of dignity,
the last shred of control,
she had left, and she did not want him to see her that way.
❝Just— Just go,❞ she urged, fumbling helplessly to her feet, one hand around her midsection as the other was clasped hurriedly to her mouth. ❝I don’t—- I can do it myself. Please.❞
If not on her own, she was certain a handmaiden would be able to assist her. For so long she’d been forced into a position of weakness, forced to rely so heavily upon her fiancee. She was embarrassed. She was scared, and she couldn’t bear the thought of Hans seeing her so battered, so disgusting.
This could not be the first time he saw her undressed.
It simply couldn’t be.