#a lie that if these beloved friends bothered to ACTUALLY know even the slightest about you; like we do; would fall apart. but they wouldnt!

[ruins-posts]

Umm, do you write fluff alphabet? could you do it for Sebastian Michaelis from black butler?

It's alright if you don't, sorry for the trouble.

🤍 Sebastian Michaelis Fluff Alphabet 🤍

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Sebastian would love to spend time with some of his feline friends with your company, the two of his most favourite creatures on Earth. Sebastian also enjoys taking long strolls along with you, engaging in some deep and meaningful conversation.

He enjoys teaching, and so he'll always be up to teach his s/o something new that they've been wanting to learn or something he feels they should learn. He'll probably end up showing off his skills though.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Sebastian is beyond petty concepts such as physical attractiveness, if his s/o's personality has managed to intrigue and interest him, he will greatly admire that. He'll admire how your personality stands out compared to the other human beings, your unique traits and interests, the way you view the world, and above all, your ability to love a monster like him.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down?

Sebastian will give you your space to figure out things on your own, but if you require his comfort and support he will immediately rush to your side, providing you with any and every thing you need. He will listen to all your feelings if you're willing to pour them out, he's more than willing to provide you with a shoulder to cry on.

Even though he doesn't understand the complexity of human emotions, he's learned comfort mechanisms over the years.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Given the current situation, he does not see his relationship with you evolving at all. However, if a miracle happens and the contract does reach an end, he might drag you to hell with him.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

No, Sebastian will not see you as his equal or as superior to him. Humans are lowly creatures, and to be honest, you're no exception. He's definitely the dominant one, but he is also very respective of you.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Sebastian has a good amount of control over his wrath, he won't speak anything till he feels it's absolutely necessary. He'll be fine if you aplogise to him, but it's never the other way around. You'll never get an apology from him, he's too proud to say sorry.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is always aware of the littlest of things you do for him, and he will even try to return your gestures. The return of gestures is mostly done in physical forms, such as hand holding, kisses, cuddles, and sometimes when you're lucky he'll even bake you a few sweets and make you some tea. None of your affections go unnoticed.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Oh dear, he has millions of secrets that he keeps hidden from you. Mostly because they're horrifying and could give you nightmares for days, they're secrets your frail human mind might not be able to handle.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Not really, the only change that came in him after he met you was that he felt a slight amount of love in his cold, ruthless heart, and he was willing to protect someone outside of a contract.

Sebastian usually has no personal problems, even if he did he's perfectly capable of finding the solutions on his own. He'll not want to burden you with his problems.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

This demon is possessive of what belongs to him, and so he absolutely won't stand it if someone's trying to steal you from him, they will be annihilated.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

There's no questioning Sebas-chan's kissing skills, he's excellent. He'll always leave you craving for more. His kisses are the most passionate, rough and yet gentle.

The first kiss was probably planned out by him, even though you were oblivious to it. He took you out for a peaceful evening walk in the gardens, and it naturally happened in the flow of the moment. The two of you leaned in till your lips met, and he pulled you closer to him deepening it.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

After the very first kiss that the two of you shared, Sebastian would tell you that he holds some amount admiration for you and that does not consider you as just another pest human. That's it, that was his confession.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Sebastian doesn't think that marriage is necessary for you two to become closer, but if you want be wedded to him, he will gladly do it. The function won't be a grand or an official one, just the two of you simply declaring your vows to each other.

He'll only marry you after his current contract is over, though.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

You'll be called regular nicknames such as 'darling' or 'my love', but his favourite is surely 'kitten'.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

This butler is a master of masking his emotions, nobody will get even the slightest of hint that he's in love with somebody. Though when he's alone with you, he'll allow himself to be vulnerable and show how much he loves you quite freely.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Sebastian won't be very affectionate in public, and will prefer to keep his relationship a secret to maintain his 'perfect butler' image in front of people.

He's won't mind occasional hand holding and kisses when nobody is looking though.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He's simply one hell of a butler, but I'm pretty sure he can give you a glimpse of heaven, if you know what I mean ;)

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy?

Quite romantic. He'll romance you all he can in his free time. He's an affectionate demon, in his alone time he's always in physical contact with you in one way or the other.

He'll study through human romantic gestures for you, even though he finds them silly. But as long as you're happy, he'll do anything.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes, he will support you unconditionally. And trust me, if he believes in you and says you can do it, you can. He won't give you false hopes and motivate you to do things that are beyond your capabilities.

He's willing too help you if you ever need it. It's a pleasure to him when he's the reason behind your success.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Sebastian will leave that up to you. If you like routine, he'll stick to it. However, if you believe that you need to try out new things to spice up your relationship, he'll do that as well.

You'll have to specify what exactly you want to do to spice it up though, ask and he will bring it to you.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He can read human emotions to some extent, but he won't be able to figure out what exactly is bothering you. If you're vocal about it, he will absolutely help you put. He's always putting in effort to understand you better.

He's a demon, empathy is something he absolutely will not feel. A tiny bit of sympathy might arise, but don't expect him to be empathetic.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

After his young master, you are his second priority. You hold an important position in his life, but he will never put you before his young master. He's bound by contract to him, after all.

You are the only one who can make him feel the slightest bit of emotion, filling his heart with a strange warmth he has never experienced. Being a demon he must consume souls as food, and other than that, you're the other thing important in his life.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Being a demon, he doesn't require sleep, but he does love to lie down and watch you beside you as you sleep. The sight of your chest falling and rising rhythmically and your peaceful face fills him with a peaceful feeling. He only wonders what sleep feels like to humans.

And he loves to coddle you while you're fast asleep. He finds the sight rather cute.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Sebastian is fond of expressing himself through physical touch, so a certain amount cuddles and kissing is involved. He won't admit it but he misses your touch when you're not around.

Kissing you is one of his favourite things to do. The sight of your flushed face and heavy breathing after he's done with ravaging your lips fills him with pride.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He'll try to lose himself in his work, and even seek the company of his beloved cats. He actually won't miss you unless you're going away for too long, and in that case, secret visits are guaranteed.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes, you hold an important place in his cold heart, and he's grown rather fond of you. He'll go any lengths to keep you with him and protect you, because you're the only one who he's willing to make himself vulnerable to.

#sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian x you #sebastian x reader #sebastian x y/n #black butler x reader #fluff alphabet

[jaskierswolf]

Witcher Poet Queen

Based on a prompt via my AO3 by rubychatterbox (on AO3), who wanted a fic based on “Soldier Poet King” By The Oh Hellos. It being me... I made it Dandelion. Is anyone really surprised at this point? ________________

The Lord Viscount, Julian Alfred Pankratz of the Lettenhove estate and personal friend of the royal family of Cintra had a remarkable gift for bedtime stories. This was because to those outside the royal court of Cintra he was also known as Master Dandelion, famed poet and troubadour, and loyal friend to one Geralt of Rivia. There were only a few select people within Cintra that knew the full extent of the Viscount’s identity. His dearest friend, Geralt, had essentially ruined all his dreams of playing for Queen Calanthe as a bard with his blasted claim of the Law of Surprise. Dandelion was not impressed in the slightest. He hadn’t even been there to witness the events.

And it really had sounded like the most wonderful tale. It had had everything the troubadour loved in one dramatic package; royalty, heartbreak, curses, true love’s kiss and more magic the than halls of Aretuza.

No, Dandelion was not impressed at all. He was even less impressed with Geralt’s determination to leave his child surprise, abandoned at the fate of Destiny herself. Well, maybe that was a little melodramatic. Geralt kept saying he would go back to the child when the time was right, but that wasn’t nearly as exciting a tale.

“Julian, will you tell me my bedtime story tonight?” The young girl with emerald eyes and ashen blonde hair asked. She had her night gown on already and really shouldn’t have been roaming the castle. It was most improper. Dandelion had to laugh. Ciri had never been one for propriety. She would get on well with his witcher. When he finally remembered to actually visit her.

Dandelion tilted his head as he smiled down at the young princess. “Of course, my lion cub. What daring adventure would you like to hear tonight?” He asked with a melodic laugh. He knew her answer. It would be the same story that she always begged him to tell. The story of the White Wolf.

Ciri’s sparkling green eyes lit up and she grabbed his hand, tugging him towards her bed chambers. He grabbed hold of his hand and let himself be pulled down the empty stone corridors of the castle. There were a couple of guards stationed outside her room, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords. Dandelion gave them a quick two fingered salute as he was dragged through the door.

“Princess Cirilla demands a bedtime story!” He called as they passed but no one blinked an eye. The Viscount was often yanked into the young princess’s room in the evenings. He wasn’t sure whether it was his own bond with the witcher, but he was starting to see Ciri like his own daughter. She was the only reason he returned to the castle each winter, and occasionally during the year depending on his travels with Geralt.

“Tell me about my Destiny!” She pleaded as she crawled into her bed that was far too big for any child with silk sheets that were more expensive than his entire outfit, maybe even his entire wardrobe. He perched at the edge of the bed as she pulled the covers up to her chin.

“Your Destiny…” He sighed wistfully.

Geralt. He hadn’t seen his witcher in over a year now. They’d parted last winter, as they often did, and their paths just hadn’t crossed that summer. He missed Geralt terribly. He hoped Geralt was alright, surely Yennefer or one of the wolves of Kaer Morhen would have sent word to him if Geralt had been hurt. Dandelion always kept an ear open for news about his witcher and he’d heard nothing. That must mean that his dearest Geralt was alright. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would do without him.

“There are rumours in court you know.” Ciri stated, sounding very much like the princess she was raised to be.

Dandelion raised an eyebrow at her, his lips quirked in a curious smile. “Oh?”

“Some say that you know him, know Geralt.” Ciri’s eyes were wide and shining with unbridled curiosity. “That you, Viscount Julian, are in fact the bard, Dandelion.”

Dandelion laughed and shook his head wearily. “Ah.”

Ciri beamed up at him, sitting up sharply in her bed. “It’s true! Isn’t it, it’s true?”

He nodded with a dramatic sigh. “Yes, Cirilla, but you mustn’t tell anyone, especially not your Grandmother.”

Ciri scrunched up her nose, “Why?”

“Because Queen Calanthe, as I’m sure you are well aware, is not Geralt’s biggest fan. I’m afraid Dandelion the Bard has been unfortunately tarnished with the same brush.”

“So you lied?” Ciri gasped with the widest of smiles, absolutely delighted in the thought that someone might try and hoodwink her grandmother.

Dandelion laughed. “Oh no. Not at all. I am indeed the Viscount de Lettenhove. Although not many people are aware that Dandelion and Lord Julian are one and the same person. It is of the utmost importance that you keep this a secret. Can you do that for me, Cirilla?”

Ciri nodded. “But you must tell me the best story!” She announced. “Otherwise I will feed you to the dogs!” She giggled.

Dandelion gasped dramatically and his hand flew to his chest. “The dogs?” He gasped. “Oh well then, listen carefully, young lion cub, for I will tell you the most daring of tales.”

She giggled and snuggled back onto her pillow. Dandelion smiled softly down at her. She really was an absolute delight, nothing like the other royals he had had the misfortune to meet. She was incredibly tenacious and stubborn, just like her grandmother but she was kind, a trait the good Queen seemed to lack. Ciri hated injustice even at her young age and often snuck out of the castle to play with kids her age in the streets. She would bring them sweet honied rolls from the kitchen, tucked into her skirts. None of the street children suspected that their friend Fiona was the princess but they all eagerly awaited the treats she would bring.

“Now this is a story of three acts, my dear girl. A tale of Destiny and of family, the kind you aren’t born with, the kind you find for yourself.” He announced with a flourish, his voice taking on the familiar air of a thespian as he transformed from Viscount to bard. “The first act tells of a white knight in shining armour.”

“Geralt!” She shrieked a little too loudly.

“Shh.” He put a finger on his lips. “Quietly, you know that no one is allowed to mention the witcher in the castle.”

Ciri giggled and put her own finger on her lips. “Geralt!” She whispered loudly, more of a stage whisper than anything else but Dandelion knew she was trying.

He winked and nodded with a smile. “Geralt.” He agreed. “The noblest man you will ever meet. The witcher who made up his own code to follow when there was none. A man of morals, with the kindest heart.”

Ciri stared at him scrupulously with her tongue between her lips. “Dandelion?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love Geralt?” She asked plainly as if she hadn’t just shot an arrow through his heart.

He paused as he considered his answer. She was too smart to lie to and honestly he didn’t want to lie, not to her, but if he was clever then he should be able to weave an answer that wasn’t entirely the truth. He sighed dramatically. “Well he is my best friend.” He tilted his head as he watched her reaction carefully. “It would be a very sad life indeed if I didn’t love my best friend.

Ciri rolled her eyes. “Yes but are you in love with him?”

Dandelion pulled nervously at a lock of his hair. “I love him. I have always loved him. I will continue to love him, and I will love him in anyway that he lets me.” He ruffled her hair fondly. “Now stop interrupting, or I shan’t have time to finish!”

She pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Fine.”

“Good. Now where was I? A knight!” He cried as he fell back into his story. “or a witcher, I suppose. There will come a witcher who carries a mighty sword!”

“I thought witchers had two swords.”

“Who carries two mighty swords!” He amended with a wink. “And he will tear your city down—” “What!?” Ciri shrieked. She looked horrified and paled at the thought of her beloved city falling.

Dandelion took her hand and squeezed it gently. “A metaphor, the city represents the walls around you, Ciri, the ones that take away your freedom.”

“Geralt will give me freedom?” Ciri scrunched up her nose.

“He will tear your city down.” Dandelion repeated with a reassuring smile. “oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord” He added in song. His mind was already spinning with the wisps of a melody that he could add to this poem. It would make the most beautiful of ditties. Ciri giggled and hummed the tune back at him.

“There will come a poet,” He started the next stanza, not bothering to announce the second act of the tale.

“That’s you!” Ciri grinned.

He nodded. “That’s me, Geralt would be lost without me, princess. So there will come a poet whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue.”

“Slay me?!” Ciri cried.

“Another metaphor.” He hummed trying not to lose his patience with the young princess.

“Oh ok. That’s good. Grandmother would kill you before you could hurt me.”

Dandelion chimed a laugh and nodded. “He will slay you with his tongue.” He continued, pushing his story forward before Ciri could get distracted again. “oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord.”

Ciri was finally starting to calm down, her eyes drooping as he head lay back on the pillows. She hummed the song again, but it was more of a mumble this time and Dandelion breathed a sigh of relief. He adored the princess but she really did have so much energy. He could barely keep up.

“There will come a ruler.” He sang softly as he watched the young princess succumb to sleep. “With hair that’s ashen blonde. She will steal her people’s hearts. oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord. She will steal her people’s hearts….” His voice was now barely above a whisper as Ciri began to snore. A smile tugged on his lips and he felt a bloom of love for the young girl in his heart. “oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord.”

He glanced over at the door but the guards were paying no attention so he gently brushed her long hair away from her face and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Sleep well, Ciri. Dream the sweetest of dreams. Your Destiny, my Geralt, will find you. If he doesn’t then I will drag the fool kicking and screaming before Calanthe. You do not belong here, child. Your heart is a wild thing and they will only try to keep it locked up.” He sighed and closed his eyes.  “Don’t let them do that, my dear princess. You must follow your own path.”

His heart clenched in his chest. Was he talking to Ciri, or perhaps his younger self… or even Geralt? He couldn’t be sure.

“Witcher, Poet… and Queen.” He murmured before carefully standing up and heading for the door. He chewed on his bottom lip as he turned to give the princess one last look. She was now sleeping peacefully. He chuckled. She was lucky, in a way, to be able to sleep without a care.

His own dreams would be haunted by golden eyes and wolves, but he didn’t mind, not if his dreams reunited him with his heart, if only for the night.

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Tag list: @abluescarfonwaston @artistsfuneral @slythnerd @elliestormfound @moonysourenza @victorieschild @hailhailsatan

#the witcher #the witcher books #gerlion #julian alfred pankratz #cirilla fiona elen riannon #dandelion #pining #bedtime stories #song fic #the oh hellos #wolfie's witcher writing

[mythiccheroacademia]

Boyfriend Headcanons

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, and Todoroki 

Warnings: N/A

SFW

A/N: My first post! I hope you all enjoy a healthy dose of sweetness and fluff!

Izuku Midoryia:

it took him three months to build up the courage to be your friend

took him another month to ask you out

the sweetest boi-friend

to this day, he doesn’t understand why you said yes to going on a date with him, but he doesn’t question it

why put a question mark where God put a period lmao

he’s a shy bean but will always hold your hand if you’re okay with the PDA

if not, he’ll be just as satisfied being next to you

calls you by your name most of the time but absolutely melts when you call him a pet name

honey is his favorite

likes, it’s such a simple name but he goes crazy over it

“hey, honey, will you get my bag over there?”

error.exe “uhh, of course, y-y/n!”

doesn’t get jealous, but gets worried you’ll leave him for someone better

but you always reassure him in the best way you can and he’ll apologize for doubting your relationship

kisses are sweet 

will kiss your cheek a lot

when you’re alone and he’s just looking into your eyes that are so dark and lovely, they make him feel like he’s falling into an endless abyss, and he just has to kiss you 

like, omg, he kisses you breathless and then has the nerve to act embarrassed like he didn’t just kiss you like the world depended on it

dates are always fun

he takes you to his favorite arcade, or to festivals if he can

loves it when you watch him train and cheer him on

it makes him feel like he can do anything!

has sent pictures of you and him to his mom and All Might

they both cry tears of joy because you two are just so cute together and their hearts can’t take it

he knows it’s tough in Japan for you

Japan is homogenous and you look like quite the foreigner

hates when you start to feel insecure bc you’re skin is just so beautiful like omg you’re like freaking gold

Delaware Smashes anyone who looks at you the wrong way (behind your back tho because fighting civilians with your quirk is illegal Izuku, remember!?) and then takes you for ice cream 

sends good morning texts without fail

Bakugo Katsuki:

mans had to work hard to get you

you weren’t with all that asshole shit he likes to throw out

but, by some miracle, you said yes when he asked you out

“i wanna be your friend but with feelings and shit!”

someone help this emotionally stunted boi

let’s get one thing straight tho

he’s not a shitty boyfriend

how can he be the number one hero if he can’t even be a good boyfriend?

bakugo is a closet romantic and you can’t convince me otherwise

he’ll tell you that chick flicks are dumb but the Notebook is in his favorites on Netflix

what a loser

okay but seriously, he’ll treat you like a queen and he doesn’t care what anybody thinks

kisses your hands a lot

is too confident in your relationship to get jealous but isn’t afraid to show whoever is hitting on you who you’re with

cooked a four-course meal for your six month anniversary with candles, rose petals, and everything of the sort (his mom helped with the flowers but that doesn't matter)

you served dessert ;)

MOVING ON--

calls you princess

was ignorant when it came to racism and discrimination towards black and brown people (bc that shit is global don’t @ me)

his parents have models from all over the world and Japan has a foreigner population, so it’s not like he hasn't seen people with your shade before

but seeing black/brown people doesn’t mean you know about them

he learns that the hard way

when you breakdown, he kissed your tears away and swore to you he would be better and more educated

google became his best friend

will actually kill anyone who even thinks about making an unwanted comment

“katsuki, homicide is illegal”

“so is making you cry!”

heart eyes

will lie on your chest just to hear your heartbeat

falls asleep there

you cry every time because omg he’s just so soft and pretty when he’s not threatening someone’s life

Todoroki Shouto:

you weren’t aware in the slightest that he liked you like that

“y/n, i hope i’m not bothering you when i ask if you’ll go eat with me”

“what?”

was a bit awkward in the beginning

you always thought he was kind of stuck up

he was kinda intimidated by you

but then you made a joke about endeavor’s disconnecting beard and he fell in love

the man actually has a lot to say

you always thought he was so quiet, but he’s just one of those people that needs to feel comfortable

is so entranced by your looks

is even more entranced by your heart how are you beautiful, talented, AND amazing like???? are you real???

enjoys your company way more than he realized

so touch starved and wants you to hold him all the time, but he’ll never initiate it in case you get annoyed

but you always hold him because he’s cute and he just dies

kisses are always meaningful

sometimes he’ll just kiss you so slowly and so passionately that you have to remind him that y’all need to breathe 

will buy you anything and everything like money grows on trees (because it kinda does when endeavor is your father)

“I got you that necklace you wanted”

“baby, i only glanced at it. it was $300″

“do you want me to get another one?”

you have to put a price limit on the gifts

he’ll call you these cringy but endearing names like “love of my life” “beloved” “my darling” “my heart” “sweetness” and you don’t have the heart to tell him they embarrass you sometimes

will error.exe when you call him babe or baby

will crash when you compliment his eyes

you’re the only contact in his phone with a picture (he took it when you weren’t looking shhh)

out of the three, he gets the most jealous surprisingly

it’s because he’s a bit insecure about himself as a partner and probably thinks there’s someone better who doesn’t have all this baggage but then he sees someone flirt with you and he can’t help but think they’re not even worth the ground you walk on 

will stare knives into the person’s head 

they feel the heat of his stare and scurry off before he acts on his temper and before you can understand what’s going on

the most knowledgable about your battles with hate crimes, microaggressions, etc.

you tend to read a lot when you’re forced to live in isolation for 3/4ths of your life

is your ally and won’t ever let you forget that

speaks on issues so you don’t always have to, he knows it can be tiresome

the most intimate act is sharing cold soba

when you slurp it down, he knows he’s found the one

#bnha #my hero academia #mha x reader #mha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #mha bakugo #mha midoriya #mha todoroki #bnha imagines #mha imagines #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios #reader insert #romance #writing #it's my first one #please be kind #midoryia x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader

[deliberatelyvague]

Please Eat (diavolo x fem!reader)

Started: April 4, 2020 at 10:10pm

Ended: April 5, 2020 at 12:19am

Word Count: 3,669

Ships: [Diavolo x fem!reader]

Trigger Warning(s): depression, eating disorders, self harm (cutting), stressful events

Author’s Note: Uh okay first thing: I’m sorry this is so long, it just keeps going. Second: I’m not sure if doing something this deep so quickly on my page is a good idea, but I’m going to do it anyway. Requests are open and appreciated!

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If anyone ever tries to tell you that RAD tests were easy to study for, the best thing for you to do is to either laugh in their face or ask them to tutor you. It might be because the tests in general are much harder than the ones administered on Earth, or maybe it was because you’re a human who hasn’t had any background to any of these topics other than the background taught in class.

And you paid attention, you took notes (when you weren’t distracted by Mammon, that is) to the best of your ability, and you asked for help when you needed it. You even stayed up almost all night the first time you had a test studying and revising your notes, rewriting them and even finding videos to watch on that subject. You had walked into the classroom the next morning, hyped up from (caffeinated beverage) and ready to kick this test in its butt.

The downfall of this attitude came when you looked at the first page of the test to not recognize almost any of the material, only a few things scattered here and there. You say in your chair, staring at the paper and trying to work your way through the questions, making the most sense out of them that you could, but it wasn’t helping all that much.

You weren’t surprised when your test came back with a barely passable grade, but Lucifer was. Oh, Lucifer laid into you for a good two hours, talking about how you were going to ruin Diavolo’s program, and that you should study harder next time and ask more questions. You assured him that you would, and he didn’t seem all too believing in your answer, but he let you be.

His speech stuck something into you, however. Something that you felt all too well in the human world: inadequacy. You felt terrible, you had tried your best, you had studied, but it still didn’t help anything. That night at dinner you heard all the brothers talking about the test, and even though you hadn’t done the worse (that medal went to Mammon, who even though he didn’t study or even pay attention in that class, still managed to only get a few point worse than you) you by far hadn’t done the best. Lucifer and Satan tied for that position. Asmo, Beel, and Belphie got somewhere worse than those two but better than you.

You picked at your food, not all too interested in it, your stomach filled with your old friend. You could feel Beel’s eyes on you, and then once you looked at him you noticed his eyes were actually just on your food. You took your napkin from your lap and placed it on the table next to your food.

“You can have the rest of my food if you want it, Beel. I’m not that hungry,” you say, and leave the dining hall, no one bothered by your exit. There was a sting of pain, but you quickly ignored it. You didn’t need to be their priority 24/7, that’s just ridiculous.

You went immediately to your room, sitting at your desk and looking over your test and then at your notes and textbook, to see where you went wrong. Turns out there was an entire section you had forgotten about, which was what almost the entire test was over. You made revisions on your test and slid them into a file to save for the final over that class, and started to read the next chapter in the textbook.

You idiot, you really didn’t double check that you studied everything? You don’t deserve to be here, you’ll tarnish Diavolo’s name. Worthless, they should’ve picked someone else.

You gripped the edges of your textbook, trying to shake the words from your head. You knew they weren’t true, but deep inside you, you couldn’t help but feel like they were true.

You tried to come up with excuses as to why you had just forgotten about that section, but you couldn’t. You had locked everyone out of your room except for Diavolo and Lucifer, of course, so that you could study. You didn’t have anything distracting you, no demon or phone (which you had hidden away in a drawer by the bed).

So you really just forgot about it? You should be punished for that. You know how to do it, so why not administer them yourself?

But you hadn’t self harmed in so long. You had been clean for multiple years now, and you hated the thought of ruining that for a measly test.

But it’s not just the test, is it? You have possibly tarnished the name of your beloved boyfriend, you broke the respect you’ve gone through so many lengths to build with Lucifer also. You don’t deserve to have either of them, or to be in this program. Just do it, they won’t notice. You need to be punished.

Silently you went over and got the razor out of one of the new pencils sharpeners you had bought a few days ago because you thought they were pretty, and they were having a sale. Moving over to your bathroom, you shut the door and locked it, bringing the blade to your wrist and slashing it a few times. You let out a small breath, an almost instantaneous relief washing over your body.

The dopamine that you had been drastically craving for so long flooded into you again, and you almost didn’t notice the knock on your room’s door. You quickly applied bandages to your wrists after you cleaned them, slipping the razor into the folded towels under your sink and pulling down the sleeves of your turtleneck. You were still wearing your school uniform, just without the jacket on top of it.

After being grilled for two hours and then having to finish homework before dinner you just hadn’t had the time to change. You stepped out of your bathroom to find Diavolo standing by your desk, his back turned toward you and one of his hands placed on something, looking it over.

You felt your stomach drop and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in your closet with a nest of blankets and pillows and just wallow in the darkness, but your boyfriend turned to face you, his hand now gripping the paper, a mask of confusion covering his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I know that grade isn’t acceptable, I thought I studied hard enough I just-”

“[Y/N], I know you studied hard for this test. You didn’t let me talk to you for a good three hours. What happened?”

Tears welled up in your eyes and he came over, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands stroking the top of your head.

“I forgot an entire section from the chapter. I’m sorry,” You sobbed, and he shushed you.

“You don’t need to apologize, Princess. Sometimes that happens. It’s happened to me, it’s happened to Lucifer. Sometimes we just forgot.”

“But ‘Volo, I can’t forget. My mistakes look bad on the both of us, not just me. Imagine if that grade was worse, how tarnished this exchange program would be?”

His eyebrows laced together.

“Princess, your grades can always come back. One bad test doesn’t harm much, considering your grade in that class, it shouldn’t affect you much.”

You stayed quiet, biting on your bottom lip.

Don’t listen to him. He’s lying to you. That’s all demons do, lie. Are you really going to believe him over me, something you’ve known for so long?

You wrapped your arms around him, heat radiating off of his body. You didn’t believe him, he didn’t discredit that your grades could tarnish the program, so you would just have to make sure to study more. You could stand to skip a few meals, anyway. Then you could study and still manage to keep up your social life.

“‘Volo, no offense, but why did you come to my room anyway?” You ask him after you calm down a bit.

“I’m supposed to take you dress shopping for the ball coming up, remember?”

Suddenly the conversation the two of you had a few days ago came back. He wanted to instill some human school things, and you mentioned dances to him, and he was more than thrilled. He scheduled one for a few weeks from now as soon as he could gather the student council.

“Oh, yeah. I’m not changed or anything, just give me a few minutes, please. He nodded and walked over to your bookcase, filled with books from the human realm that you enjoyed, though some spots were vacant due to Satan.

You chuckled at him, going to your closet and picking out a long sleeved shirt and some skinny jeans, tucking in the shirt and making sure the sleeves covered your bandages.

“Alright, I’m good,” he turned and smiled at you.

“Beautiful, you know I love that color on you.” You blush and nod, taking his hand as he drags you to dress stores to find a base dress because “Barbatos can add anything you want to it.”

You felt bad, but then thought that Barbatos might enjoy something else to work on other than Diavolo’s issues.

You both decided on a simple long-sleeved crimson a-line dress, asking Barbatos to add whatever he felt would look nice. You had enough trust in him, and you’re sure that Diavolo will pitch in some ideas, too.

————

Your plan of skipping meals had worked well enough, you steered away from the brother’s questioning by grabbing a granola bar from the supply you kept in your room and showing it to them before you left for school each day. You packed a few grapes and other soft fruits for your lunch so when you were in the library you wouldn’t disturb anyone.

You had been studying enough that you felt confident in your next few tests in any classes, and your efforts paid off when you passed all of them. Lucifer seemed pleased, and so did Diavolo when you showed him.

You still ate dinner with the brothers when Diavolo didn’t invite you out, but slowly you started to lose your appetite. You didn’t want to eat. You’ve noticed how much trimmer your waist was, and how much clearer your skin was. You knew it wasn’t healthy in the slightest, but you felt better about yourself. And if you could improve your grades and lose a few pounds, it couldn’t hurt to do this for a few more weeks, right?

That night was a try-on for the dress for the dance, to make sure it fit you correctly with the shoes you planned on wearing and the add-ons didn’t take away from any place or attract eyes to any place you didn’t want them to.

You were met by Barbatos at the foyer, and he led you to the dress’s room. You gasped when you saw it. Underneath a light and on a mannequin stood your dress in all its glory: the red dress had black tulle added underneath to add a bit of volume to the skirt, and red flowers were embroidered to the chest area and the sleeves.

“Barbatos, this looks beautiful!” You exclaim, walking over it to feel the fabric.

“I told you she’d say that,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice, and you look over at him and smile, quickly looking back at the dress. “Are you going to try it on, or are you going to let the mannequin model it?”

You squeal and nod, Barbatos unzipping the back and leading you and the dress over to a division. You quickly undress and step into the dress and he zips you up.

You look in the mirror and frown slightly. It doesn’t sit on you like it did, and you expected that because you were losing weight, but you didn’t expect this much. It had only been a few weeks- maybe two or three- it shouldn’t fit you like this.

“Is something wrong, Miss?” You quickly look at Barbatos and shake your head.

“No, no it’s amazing,” you run your hands over the gap in the waist and the shoulders before stepping out from behind the curtains.

Diavolo’s face flashed confusion for the quickest of seconds before returning to adoration.

“Ah, that looks stunning on you, Princess.”

You feel blood rush to your ears and cheeks before Barbatos comes at you with pins, pinning it where it needed altered. He fit it so that it laid against your body like it had in the dressing room at the shop.

You thanked Barbatos when he was finished, and he brushed off the thanks, saying that it was his duty.

You walked with Diavolo back to your dorm, and he offered to buy ice cream. The thought of ice cream made your stomach rumble, but then the thoughts of how many calories filled it also came and you told him you were hungry.

“[Y/N], I asked Lucifer and he said you hadn’t eaten dinner for the past few days. I also find it hard to believe that a granola bar and handful of fruit can keep you filled at all. Why aren’t you eating?”

He had stopped and grabbed your wrist directly over where the scars were healed, but the skin still felt slightly tender. You winced slightly and pulled away.

“Princess, please. Talk to me. I won’t judge you,” he comforts after you stayed quiet.

Don’t tell him. You’re perfectly fine. You know you are. Why is it his place to tell you what’s best for your body?

You felt a sudden wave of anger so strong you wonder if there was a lesser demon of wrath around impeding your judgement.

“Why does it matter?” You snap at him. “I’m thriving right now, I’ve never done better in school and I’m managing to lose a few pounds. I’m doing good.”

He’s just jealous. He’s trying to hold you back.

“Why are you trying to hold me back? I thought you would be proud of me.”

“I am proud of you Princess, but you can’t sacrifice your health to make me proud. Please, Princess I’m worried.”

You roll your eyes and look at anywhere but him.

“Can you just take me home, please.”

His mouth opens like he wants to say something else, but instead just closes his mouth and nods.

“Of course, Princess,” he comes over to you and laces his fingers with yours, and you walk in tension.

He kisses you when you reach the gate of the House of Lamentation, and you part ways.

—————

You didn’t have another issue until the next night, when you were setting up a small nest of pillows in your closet. You had put a light in there and made it a perfect place to study, other than your desk.

“Hey, Normie, Lucifer says you have to come to dinner tonight,” you hear Levi’s voice call to you through the door.

You huff and call back that you weren’t hungry and you could practically hear Levi’s eye roll through the door.

“He said if you said that to send Mammon so he could pester you, so I think I’ll just save you the agony of that and just tell you to come now.”

You scoff and pull on a flannel, buttoning it up over your sports bra you had been wearing.

You open the door and walk with him to the dining room, sitting at your place. You could feel all of the brother’s eyes on you, and you could hear Asmo whimper slightly.

“[Y/N], what have you done to yourself?” You hear him whisper, and you choose to ignore him. You hadn’t seen any of them but Lucifer for at least 5 days and that’s what he chose to start whatever conversation they planned on having with you?

You look at the plate in front of you, it was spaghetti and a side salad with garlic bread. Coincidentally, one of your favorite meals on Earth.

You pick up the fork to the side of your plate and place the napkin on your lap, stabbing a tomato from the salad and putting it in your mouth. You could still feel the eyes of the brothers on you.

“Why are you all staring at me? Please stop,” you ask them, and they almost immediately diverted their gaze to their food where they started to eat.

You finished the salad and took a bite of the garlic bread, almost gagging immediately. Not because of the taste, you noted. So why had you gagged? You placed the garlic bread down before taking your napkin off of your lap and setting it beside your plate.

“You think you’re done?” You hear Lucifer ask. You frown and look over at him, your heartbeat picking up in your chest.

“Yes? I’m not hungry. I wasn’t planning on coming to dinner but you made me anyway,” you told him, and pushed away from the seat.

“No, sit back down. You’re not done eating,”

“Yes I am, Lucifer,” you shot back, but you didn’t move from your seat.

Suddenly you were overloaded with all of the brother’s pleas that tried to make you eat. You felt the room start to spin as you look at the plate of food. You could only imagine the embarrassment of trying on that dress and it not fitting correctly, of you looking like a laughing stock next to Diavolo in an ill-fitting dress.

“[Y/N], please, you have to eat.” You heard a brother say, and to be honest you couldn’t remember or discern which one it was. All of their voices were melding together.

“No! I don’t have to do anything! I’m not fucking eating okay? You’ll have to deal with it. I can’t. I can’t eat this food, I’m sorry. I’m leaving.”

You stand up from the table, rushing out of the room and to your room, fastening the lock on your door that even Lucifer couldn’t get through with his powers, only Diavolo. You went directly into your closet after grabbing the blade from the towels and shut the door. You were in almost pitch black other than the little sliver underneath the door, but you didn’t bother turning on the light before you cut into your wrist. But you didn’t feel the dopamine this time, so you made another one.

Your movements were in such hysterics at this point that you didn’t notice how many you had made and how bloody it had gotten before you heard your door open and a bunch of feet come running in.

“Princess,” you hear Diavolo’s voice.

“Please, make them leave. Please,” you whimper out, loud enough for them to hear. You hear a few pairs of feet leave and a door close before Diavolo opens the door, looking at your wrists.

“Princess-” he started, and you sobbed.

“I’m sorry, ‘Volo, I’m so sorry, I just-”

“It’s going to be alright Princess,” he soothes you, and thankfully the cuts weren’t that deep, they had already stopped bleeding when he rinsed them in the sink.

He brings you to your bed after he puts ointment on the cuts and bandages them.

He sits leaning against the headboard and brings you to his lap and leaning against his chest.

“Princess, I don’t expect for you to talk to me unless you want to, I’ll wait here as long as you need me to.”

“Are you angry with me?”

“No, no! Of course not. I’m more disappointed than anything. Princess, you know you can tell me anything, and I’m saddened that you thought that the only resort you had to take whatever you were feeling out was on yourself.”

“I didn’t want to burden you. You have so many duties.”

His hand came up to rest on your hair, stroking it and rocking you slightly.

“All of my duties can be waived. I can always deal with my duties at another time, but how would I be able to console you if you are dead? How am I supposed to help you, Princess? I don’t want to lose you. I’m watching you waste away to nothing right in front of me and I don’t know why, I don’t know anything!”

“I just feel a lot of pressure from school, I guess. It’s a lot of changes at once, and I was never very good at changes. Then I started studying more in place of meals, and I started losing weight, and I liked the results. But now I can’t eat more than a few bites of anything substantial at mealtimes, because I’m scared I’ll look like an oaf standing next to you in my dress if I gain any amount of weight.”

“Princess, you shouldn’t treat yourself like an object. You aren’t just any ‘exchange program member’, you’re my girlfriend. You’re the one I want to marry, the one that will carry our children eventually. You aren’t an object to make me look better, you are your own self. You shouldn’t base your value or how you treat yourself off of other people’s perception of you or how you think they perceive you.”

You stayed quiet for a good while, thinking about what he said. You leaned back away from him, looking into his beautiful golden eyes, bringing one of your hands up to rub your thumb on his cheek bone.

“Can you help me, please? I need help. I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“Of course I’ll help, Princess. Everyone will help. Lucifer, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, and I’m sure even Mammon and Barbatos will help in their own ways.”

You smiled slightly.

“I love you,” you tell him before laying back on his chest.

“I love you too, Princess.”

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This was written by me in no way trying to romanticize mental illnesses. I try to write what I feel would help me in the moment. I completely understand that mental illnesses don’t just ‘disappear’ when you’ve figured out that someone loves you or someone helps you once- that’s why I don’t write what happens after in most cases. If you are struggling, please reach out to anyone you trust, or call a hotline.

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[mcheang]

Blind and foolish

Remember how Mrs Rossi said she was going to mention the akumas at the next embassy?....what if she did? Sorry for incorrect information...I’m not sure how stuff works and the protocols for embassy so I’m just imagining it like a board meeting...

Mrs Rossi was considering asking the Italian government to send more aid to help take care of akumas. She proposes this at a meeting for Paris to approve of her suggestion but everyone else is like, what are you talking about? Every one has their own argument against Mrs Rossi.

“Why would we need help? Ladybug and Chat Noir take care of akumas in less than a day.”

Mrs Rossi: And yet there are still rampant akumas about. Don’t you find it even the slightest bit alarming that there are numerous rogue akumas outside, terrorizing the city even now?

“What rogue akumas? Who are they?”

“Given that Hawkmoth is still at large, of course there will be an akuma every now and then, but the plural usage for the term Mrs Rossi...frankly the only akuma that can be counted under that would be saptosis, the akuma twins..and given that their power was multiplication...” He left off the end of the sentence but everyone could see where it would lead.

And then Mrs Rossi realizes she had never learned who the akumas were. Her Daughter had run away to safety before she could be targeted, and so never had a chance to learn the akumas’ names.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her cheeks reddening. “But my daughter’s school has been shut down for months because of the akumas.”

The board members look confused and skeptical. Mrs Rossi began sweating.

“What is the name of her school?”

“Collège Françoise Dupont.”

More deadpan stares. Mrs Rossi’s Italian colleagues begin to look embarrassed of her.

“We are well aware of Dupont high school, given that it has been the site of numerous akuma attacks; Rogercop, Horrificator, Lady Wifi, and so on. But the akumas were stopped within a day and the school has never been shut down, Mrs Rossi.”

Mrs Rossi paled. “Excuse me?”

The head leaned forward, placing his fingertips together as he studied the diplomat. He almost looked sympathetic at her humiliation.

“It seems, Mrs Rossi, that you are unaware of how things work here in Paris. Ladybug and Chat Noir are our heroes. They do their jobs efficiently and do not require any assistance. Our police force works to aid them if needed but they are usually not.”

Someone mutters, “does she not see the cure sweeping across the city how many times?”

Mrs Rossi flushed again. She had seen the cure at work but had assumed only part of Paris was fixed. She had never really bothered to look into the matter further.

The head continued to stare at her. “I suggest you do research before you offer your input. And perhaps you should check in on your daughter if she has indeed missed months of schooling.”

Embassy over.

Mrs Rossi was not going to confront Lila first. Her Daughter may just lie to her again.

After that horrible meeting, Mrs Rossi had hidden in her office, embarrassed and in shock. Her Daughter had lied to her, for months. And she had fell for it.

Mrs Rossi felt like a fool, and rightly so, but no more. She was going to check things thoroughly before she confronted her Daughter.

The first person she called was the Principal.

Rossi: Hello, is this the principal of Collège Françoise Dupont?

Owlman: Why yes. To whom am

I speaking to?

Rossi: I am Mrs Rossi. My Daughter Lila goes to your school.

Owlman: ah, yes, poor girl. Rest assured, Mrs Rossi, your Daughter is thriving in class. Her classmates are very helpful and accommodating to her needs.

Mrs Rossi paused. Poor girl?

Rossi: What needs?

Owlman (surprised): Well for starters, her classmates are helping her take notes and carry lunch because of sprained wrist. Mrs Bustier has also asked for leniency for Lila’s grades because she had spent so much time out of class helping you with your diplomatic missions.

Mrs Rossi wanted to scream. Lila had never helped her with her work and her wrist was fine!

Rossi: Mr Damocles. I think we need to have a talk. There’s something you need to know.

Rossi exposes Lila and learns what other lies had been told. She gets time off work easily after the meeting debacle so she can meet Damocles at the office.

She meets a familiar boy on her way in.

It was after lunch and he must be coming in late. But it was more than that. Wasn’t this Lila’s Boyfriend? Or had her Daughter lied about that too? Probably.

Rossi: excuse me, young man. Are you Adrien Agreste?

Adrien: Hi. And yes, I am. I’m sorry but I have to rush back to class. (He came back from a shoot)

Rossi (hurriedly): I understand, but please just answer my question. Are you my Daughter Lila’s Boyfriend.

Adrien scowled. Lila had hurt Kagami too much. He would not let her spread this rumor. “No. No I am not. That kiss was sprung on me and I was tutoring her.”

She nodded. “I understand. Thank you for clarifying the matter, Mr Agreste.”

Adrien nodded shortly and ran to class. He didn’t know what Lila’s Mother was doing at school but he hoped it meant Lila was finished.

Once Mrs Rossi met the principal, he informed her of the repercussions Lila faced. Mrs Rossi accepted them. Oh, and apparently Lila had been forging her mother’s signature and changed her parent contact information. Busted!

Lila is called to office. She pales when she realizes her Mother is there. Both she and the principle look very disappointed.

Lila can try to lie but it is futile now.

Mrs Rossi insists Lila confess to her class. She does. Alya is upset she posted false information on her blog. Adrien is satisfied. Marinette is relieved.

Lila is forced to repeat the school year and will take extensive counselling for her compulsive lying. As for her current punishment, she has detention for the rest of the year and her grades will suffer.

Mrs Rossi is upset and exhausted, but at least she can nip this problem in the bud. ....yeah...she’s wrong. She stopped her Daughter but it was too late. The damage had been done.

Imagine Mrs Rossi’s sad shock when Jagged Stone files a lawsuit against Lila for spreading word that he had been writing songs about a minor. Yeah...Marinette recently mentioned it in an offhand manner and let the adults go angry and take legal action. He also wanted to sue Alya but Marinette pleaded on her friend’s behalf. Jagged relents only if Alya makes a new post refuting Lila’s claims and apologised to all the celebrities mentioned, including Ladybug. Especially after the fireman reported her attempts to work with an akuma to get Ladybug hurt. Yeah..the Ladyblog is on rocky ground now.

Lila is now under investigation for threatening to hurt Paris’ beloved heroine. Mrs Rossi finds herself under critical scrutiny at work. Not only did she not do her research properly and presented herself as an ignoramous, she also failed to realize her Daughter had so much darkness inside her. Yeah...Mrs Rossi will be sporting gray hair sooner than she would like, and then some.

Chat apologizes to Ladybug for not listening to her.

Marinette gets a break after all the Lila drama. She gets a backstage pass to the music festival where she gets to listen to Jagged and Clara, and other celebrities. She takes Aurore with her to celebrate her improved grades. Alya is too busy repairing her blog’s reputation. Nino is helping Alya. Adrien is grounded for deceiving Nathalie regarding Lila’s tutoring.

With so much stress, anger and betrayal in the air, how is it that there are no akumas? Technically there was during Jagged’s lawsuit...Mrs Rossi’s stress was about the same as her daughter’s anger but she was taller and intercepted the akuma. Not to mention Lila couldn’t just grab the akuma while under scrutiny. Mrs Rossi became Peace Mother...the power to cause people to stop fighting and surrender. Yeah...she was defeated and Ladybug made an announcement to the surrounding people including Jagged, Penny and students that they should not lose themselves to negative emotions. Instead, control yourselves and focus on fixing the issues. Getting mad or upset is justifiable but it won’t solve the problem if it blinds you or gets you akumatized.

I realize Mrs Rossi seems unprepared but she also easily accepts her Daughter staying at home and actually missed the parade on her way to work? How does that make sense? I realise Adrien does not know about Lila threatening Marinette, but he does know that Lila sided against Ladybug. And he did nothing after that? Dude just shun her already!

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[luna-almighty-god]

Comfort a Little Dream N°1 [Broken dreams fade into the night]

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Hello everyone, welcome to the translation of "Comfort a Little Dream!"

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Careful, there are explicit scenes in this story (violence) !

I hope you have a good read!

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    The atmosphere had become heavy, heavy, unbearable, while Nightmare's hoarse voice hit him hard.

- What have you done for Cross' world? Or for any of the universes we've destroyed? -

    She insinuated herself into him, embraced his soul, squeezed it until it cracked.

- What have you done for your world? What have you done for your own brother? -

    Dream hiccupped, trembling, trying to repress those filthy thoughts, those thoughts that terrified him. But he was unable to fight back. Not while Ink was in Error's hands, wounded and unarmed. Not while all the BadSanses surrounded him, ready to react to his every move. 

And Nightmare's voice rumbled again, forcing the young skeleton to lower his eyes, looking for some meager comfort in his fallen crown.

- Nothing! Your role as a guardian is just a trick, a poor way to give you importance! –

    The crown shattered. Dream watched in horror as she was shattered, unable to believe that his brother could have done such a thing. Unable to believe... to believe that... 

    The sniggering of the others without reaching his ears, petrifying him with anguish, while his eyes were bathed in tears. 

- YOU'RE NOTHING! -

    Dream fell to his knees. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! He was useful! He was the keeper... the keeper of... He was the... he was...

    His empty gaze wandered through the assembly. Dream didn't understand. No, no, no, he didn't understand! He shouldn't feel that way! He struggled, he forced himself never to feel that way! He was a keeper of positive emotions, he couldn't break down, he had no right, he couldn't feel... feel... ! 

    But the negative emotions took hold of him with deceit, with an incredible violence that penetrated his soul and cracked it a little more every second. His discomfort only increased more as he felt the storm growling, growing inside him. Guilt, anger, regret, torment, pain, PAIN!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

    His terror twisted his skull, his scream tore the atmosphere, froze space, petrified time in an instant of pure suffering.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

    His throat seemed to tear, as if scratched from the inside, scratched by his harsh voice, strangled by the horror and disgust he felt towards himself. The weight on his shoulders, which had been too heavy for a long time, finally crushed and suffocated him. He grabbed his skull, his eyes wide open with horror, scratching himself violently without being aware of it, without paying the slightest attention to what was around him. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

    Nightmare was wrong, he wasn't guilty, he did his best! He had helped people, supported them, gave them hope! He had made others dream, he had made them smile, and although he couldn't save the world from Cross, he had helped the Monochrome recover from this ordeal, to mourn and move forward! 

    ... But that wasn't enough, was it? That kind of thing... that kind of help, support... anyone could do it. It wasn't that hard to reach out, to offer good feelings to others. Nightmare, the nightmare master himself, was able to do it. He'd done it with the Bad Sanses, given them a home and become their new family.

- Actually that's what's bothering you -

    He froze, his scream choking in his throat.

- What bothers you is to be just one of many people, to do nothing exceptional -

    His orbits became empty, he stopped breathing.

- What bothers you is being loved and worshipped more than you should. It's being admired for nothing -

    He thought he perceived a sneer, a cruel and mocking snigger that stuck sharp claws along his bones.

- Ever since you were a kid, you've known you didn't deserve this admiration. You know that it should have been your brother who benefited from it. Because he worked hard. Because he made real efforts, real plans, real connections -

    He hadn't realized that the world had been transformed, that Ink, his brother, the bad sanses had disappeared, replaced by an infinite void, a void heavier than anything he had ever known before.

    He was the only one left. Only him.

    Him and his conscience.

    And she laughed painfully in his face, telling him a truth that he refused to hear, that he refused to accept. 

- It's your aura that gave you everything -

    He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling of his room as if he was discovering it for the first time. His sight disturbed by the tears gave him a terrible burning sensation, as did most of his body. But he didn't move. He didn't observe himself. He didn't need to observe himself to be aware of his condition, to know that he had done it again that night.

    He'd had another nightmare. His soul missed a beat. The last sentence of his consciousness was gently resonating in his mind, reminding him of the smallest details of this bad dream.

    He choked a sob, felt his stomach twist violently, and had only just to turn around to the ledge before vomiting the contents of his previous meal, filling the room with the awful sound of regurgitation. A taste of foul acid seized his puck, the foul odor caught him in his gut and he thought he was ready to vomit a second time.

    He didn't. Instead he had a violent coughing fit, grabbed his shirt at the place of his soul, felt his whole being boil, burn it. As in his dream, his throat seemed to be torn open, assailing him with a sharp pain, pushing him to sob again in spite of the self-control he was trying to show.

    The little salty drops came to slide down his cheeks, fell to the ground and mingled with the vile puddle he had created. He closed his eyes. He was in pain.

[He felt bad]

    He coughed again, tried to muffle the noise by putting a hand over his mouth, as if disturbed the silence of his home was a crime of great magnitude, as if he was afraid of waking anyone. But there was no one to wake up.

[Unlike Nightmare, he lived alone.]

    He curled up on himself, feeling suffocated, strangled by his cough and sobs. His mouth filled with a new taste, a taste that disgusted him as much as bile. A metallic taste that made him open his eyes again, look at his hand.

    He lives with horror his phalanges covered with a sticky, reddish liquid. Covered with his blood.

    His trembling body fell back against the sheets and he came and clutched his pillow, plunged his face into it, bit the cover without worrying about the marks he left on it. His cold sweats made him tense up even more and for the umpteenth time he closed his eyes, both really and metaphorically.

    For the umpteenth time he repeated the lie he had told himself over and over again:

“I'm fine…”

*** ***

    The impact was painful, the creak was sinister. Dream knew without hesitation that he had broken a rib. It was only a small surprise: he knew what to expect from the moment he threw himself into the fight. 

    Ink had come looking for him in panic, begging for his help as Error destroyed an AU. Normally, the Creator liked to fight singular battles against the Destroyer, but this time he couldn't do anything alone: the Bad Sanses were also part of the party and, as strong as the painter was, he couldn't do anything in front of a whole group, especially if Nightmare was present.

    Dream couldn't refuse. He never refused anything, least of all to those he loved. Because Ink was one of the most loved people in the world. He was his best friend.

    But they were outnumbered by their enemies, and despite some of their ploys that had put Killer, Horror and Dust out of action for a limited time, there were still Error, Nightmare and Cross to stand up to them. Ink naturally came to oppose his opposite, taking up the bad habit of joking and playing cat and mouse with him, leaving poor Dream facing his brother and Cross.

[Best friends, huh...?]

    But Nightmare wasn't fighting. He had gratified the guardian of dreams with a mocking and haughty look before simply joining his subordinates to free them.

“Cross, we don't have to fight! cried Dream, narrowly dodging a blade stroke. 

- You know I do!”

    They were friends. Dream had supported him, helped him grieve. Helped him to move on and get back to positive emotions. But even so, Cross had returned to Nightmare: "There must be some good in him," the swordsman had said when Dream had told him and his twin their story. "You said it yourself: he lived a horrible life, rejected by everyone, full of hatred against everyone. So I want to do with him what you have done for me: I want to help him, to help him to enjoy life, to be positive, to be happy. »

    And Cross had succeeded. With the help of the other Bad Sanses, he had succeeded where Dream had failed: to give Nightmare back some joy, to teach him to smile again. He had felt it, he had felt his twin emitting positive emotions again, even if he only showed them to his subordinates. 

    Dream wanted to throw up.

    A final attack between him and Cross caused them both to retreat before they took up their respective weapons, allowing themselves a short pause to catch their breath.

    But the guard heard that little voice again. That vicious voice that drove him mad, that drove him crazy telling him everything he did not want to hear:

- Cross will never come back to you, you know why -

- Ink left you for his beloved enemy, you know why -

- You know very well why -

“... Shut up…”

    It was just a whisper, a feeble attempt to cover up. It's always the same old story, isn't it? You'd think he couldn't move on. Wasn't it ironic, the guardian of positivity telling everyone to look to the future while he himself was clinging to a false past?

- That's how Dream is. You can't change who you are. You have this aura, this aura that makes others feel good when they're around you -

    His body petrified.

“Shut up.”

    It was firmer, but still insufficient.

- That should make you happy, that's why everyone's attracted to you, why everyone wants you by their side -

“Shut…”

- A beautiful illusion, as much for the others as for you. Isn't it, Dr... ? -

“SHUT UP!”

    His cry echoed through the ruined Universe, echoed back and echoed back only more violently against him. He shuddered, let go of his bow to grasp his arms, to hold them against his trembling body, to cower as if it were the only way to protect himself.

    He gritted his teeth, empty sockets stuck in the snow he couldn't see. All he perceived was his own terror.

“Dream?!”

    Cross had taken a step in his direction, unsettled and confused by the sudden fear that had taken hold of him. 

“What's going on? Is everything okay?”

- He attacks you and then asks you if you're okay. I've come to wonder if he's not laughing at you -

    No, not Cross. Cross never made fun of him. He was kind, helpful, humorous. He was a... He was a... 

- He serves your brother of his own free will, but sometimes he comes back to you for comfort -

    Dream widened his eyes. Cross came a little closer.

    How many times has this happened? When Nightmare hadn't softened yet, when Cross was trying to bring him back on the right side and he was starting to despair, how many times had he come to find Dream? How many times had the little guardian encouraged him, dried his tears?

- You're only good at comforting others, aren't you? –

- Not just Cross. –

- Blueberry, Ink ... even the Bad Sanses that you protected many times from the fury of your brother, even your brother that you continued to protect and refused to kill during your confrontations. You've always been there for them, you've always done your best. But them? What have they done for you? -

“Dream, answer me!”

- Who helped you when Nightmare petrified you? -

    Cross put one hand on his shoulder.

- Who supports you in your night terrors? -

    He crouches at his height, letting his guard down.

- Nobody -

- Because you mean nothing to anyone -

    ...

    The earth shook with the violence of the shock. The din of the skull smashed against the ground froze every particle, froze the fight of Ink and Error, froze the Bad Sanses and Nightmare. 

    There was... ...nothing. For a few seconds it was absolute calm. Dream stood there, raised up, arms outstretched as he held the end of his bow between his palms.     trembling. The half-open mouth, a drop of sweat beading down his temple, his pupilless orbits only amplified a little more the shadow that appeared on his face, only made the absence of emotion on his features more terrifying. 

    Until these features change, until these pupils slowly reappear, until they watch in fright at Cross' unconscious body, his cracked skull, his blood escaping from his wound. The same blood that was found at the other end of the bow, the end with which Dream had struck.

“CROSS!!”

    Nightmare's panicked scream brought him out of his trance. He raised his head.

    Everybody was looking at him. The Bad Sanses, Ink... Everyone was looking at him with this feeling that no one had ever had before. This feeling that Dream hated so much, that made him tremble and retreat, away from the body of the one he had considered his friend until then. 

[ Watching him in terror ]

[We were afraid of him.]

“D ... Dream?” stuttered Ink, unable to believe what the gentle guardian of dreams had just done, the supposedly sweetest, most innocent monster of the multiverse.

    Something crumbled. Something firmly anchored in Dream's rib cage. His throbbing little soul, hidden in plain sight, painfully cracked.

    Dream's gaze returned to Cross and little by little his expression changed as he became aware of his act.

    His magic enveloped him vividly, teleporting him as he perceived Ink's cry trying to restrain him. 

    He reappeared at home, fell on the living room table which he broke in his fall, screamed in front of the pain of the impact, felt his breath cut off in front of the suffering of his cracked side. 

[He'd hit Cross]

    He leaned on his hands, stood up with short breath, looked at the tips of his fingers, his fingers that had held the weapon.

[He could have killed Cross]

    He watched his bow fall to the ground, stood in the center of the room among the remains of his piece of furniture before a terrible rage gripped his soul, his breathing quickened.

    He shouted, exploded his bow against the wall with all the force and anger he could muster, grabbed one of the chairs and threw it against his bookcase, demolishing both pieces of furniture and causing his books to fall against the floor. He grabbed a vase and broke it against the fireplace, tore the cover of the sofa, knocked into his television set, broke everything that could be broken, without ceasing to scream, without being able to repress the bitter tears that ran down his defeated face. But no matter how stubborn he was, no matter how much he raged at everything that came into his way, his guilt and shame did not diminish, but seemed to grow stronger.

    He violently bit his hand, choking a new scream, inflicting a new wound on himself. He intensified the bite, pushed his teeth into his bone, felt the pungent taste of blood fill his mouth, while his able-bodied hand grabbed his arm to plant his phalanxes, scratching himself as if to atone for his fault, to inflict punishment on himself. 

    Again that feeling of suffocating, of drowning in tears and despair, like what he's been going through every night for all these fucking years. 

    He gave a violent blow backwards, hitting his skull against the wall and, bewildered, he let himself fall, ceased to bite himself to better push his sobs, his desperate screams that filled the whole house, while he cowered feverishly, his body heavy. 

- Dream, Dream, Dream... Poor little fragile thing... -

“Go away... !”

    His cry died in his throat, he closed his eyes.

    He didn't want to hear that voice anymore.

- Poor dream keeper, so unfamiliar with negative emotions, unable to handle them properly when you feel them ... Another thing your brother does better than you-

    He gritted his teeth, backed up against the wall. He wanted to disappear, disappear into dust.

“Let's see Dream, it wouldn't be fun anymore if that happened!”

    He froze.

    This ghostly voice, coming from his own subconscious, heard only from him and him alone ... was heard in the room, right in front of him.

[ No...! ]

    He opened his eyes, terrified, and his descent into hell accelerated at the sight of what he found before him. That thing, that being, which he had until then taken for an invention of his mind, whereas from the beginning, from all these nights, these nightmares ... It was actually one of the most abominable beings of the multiverse.

    Dream has a repressed scream.

[It was Shattered Dream...]

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Shattered Dream -> @shattereddreamsau

Cross ->  @jakei95

Error -> @loverofpiggies 

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#dream #dreamtale #nightmare #bad sanses #ink #cross #dust #killer #horror #shattered dream #comfort a little dream

[gideongrace]

Hiiiiii friend!! 😋💌 For the prompt thing: 29. You’re leaving for something dangerous and I can’t help but kiss you

//

Oooh, I hope you like this one!

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Billy sits there, legs crossed, smile fully weaponized, his beauty laced with poison and something in Steve's gut sinks. 

Billy's leaving. He's lacing up his big, black fuck-you boots and he's leaving. 

"You can't…" Steve says, his mouth suddenly too dry to spit the words out properly so they come out all mottled and sad. "You can't," he says again, like it means something, like it means everything, like it means what he wants it to, like it means please, stay. 

"You know I have to go," Billy says, tugging his laces tight and not so much as bothering to look up at Steve as he says it. Steve wonders if it's because he doesn't want to or because he can't. Can't stand it or doesn't want to, it has to be one of the two.

Steve clamors forward, crawling over the sheets that still smell of them, of the sex they had last night and probably the sex they had last week because Billy is lazy and dirty and gross and almost never washes his sheets, prefers to just lie in his own mess indefinitely. Except for now. Now with this thing, this monster he'd unintentionally brought back with him after clawing his way out of the darkness. 

This he's responsible about. This he's determined about, all that fire and rage rising to the surface and lingering there on his skin but going no farther, no, now the rage just sits there, simmering at the surface and Steve can see it in the way Billy loops and ties his laces, in the tight way he does the buttons up on his shirt - that boy that wore all his clothes half-off like he was ready to crawl out of them, out of his own skin with the slightest provocation long since gone; he's no longer the boy that was always half a second from exploding, but that anger, that rage is still in the man that sits before Steve, it's still there and it's screaming for a release. 

So Steve crawls off the bed and onto Billy's lap, dragging a finger under Billy's chin and forcing eye contact. Billy's lashes flutter but his eyes don't close, he doesn't look away, just stares at Steve with a sort of lust, a sort of want that fights against the rage and the anger and almost wins. Almost, but doesn't. Maybe if the rage weren't powered by a self-hatred that sits so deep in Billy even the Upside Down couldn't claw it out, maybe then it could have won, maybe then Steve could have convinced Billy to run away with him, run away and leave this town and all its' problems far behind, but. But. That isn't going to happen, not here, not now, maybe not ever, not with the way Billy's decided to take responsibility for this the way he has, like he's responsible for this whole damn town, responsible for him, responsible for the scars on his chest, responsible for all of it. 

Steve presses a hand over Billy's chest, over the scar, over his heart and sighs, saying without saying, stay, please, stay with me where it's safe. Billy gives a sigh of his own and Steve wishes he knew what it meant, wishes he was better at reading Billy but Billy's like a book written in a language Steve's never seen and Steve's not Robin, he's not smart enough to ever figure something like that out and then - 

And then Billy is dragging Steve's hand off his chest, away from his heart and Steve's shoulders drop in a way he's not able to fight because while Billy's indecipherable Steve's the world's biggest open book, font size a million, he can never hide anything from anybody, least of all from Billy but then - 

But then Billy is pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand and raising it to his face and leaning into the touch and Steve's not smart but he still knows what that means and the whine it tears out of him is godless, unclean and just godless, and then -

And then he's kissing Billy, his thighs squeezing tight around Billy's hips, his legs dangling off the back of the chair they're in and banging up against the wall behind it and Steve's not going to let Billy go, he's not going to let him, he's going to bracket him with his body and they'll kiss like this forever, safe in Billy's trailer until the world falls apart and shatters, the angels arriving with their weapons to cleave them from each other and - 

And Steve will hold on to Billy until then, until the actual end of the world, the actual apocalypse, except - 

Except the apocalypse, the fifth one Steve's seen now, is here. There's a monster in the woods, a big, giant lumbering thing and Steve's hands in Billy's hair aren't enough to stop him from getting up and leaving. 

"I have to go," Billy says, voice thick with Steve doesn't want to think what. "I have to."

"No," Steve says just before the door slams shut. He's on his feet and grabbing his sneakers in an instant, no thinking it through needed. "I'm coming. No more of this doing shit alone nonsense anymore. We're together so we're doing this together," he says, determined. He's holding on one way or another, whether that's keeping Billy here or going out there with him.  

Billy turns to him, face split wide with the biggest grin Steve thinks he's ever seen but he still tries to play it cool. "Sure," he says. "Your funeral." He throws Steve the metal bat by the door and Steve catches it easily then slams the door behind him, shoves his feet into his sneakers and follows after Billy.

There won't be any funerals, Steve thinks. I'll make sure of it. He looks at Billy as he slides into the driver's seat of his beloved Camaro, the one he's spent months bringing back to life, and he bites back a snarl. I'm not watching them bury you again. Not now. Not ever again.

// canon but gayer verse +part one+ part two - part three - part four - part five//

#prompt fill #gideonwrites #stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #canon but gayer verse #this is part one

[kingdomofkitten]

The Wedding: Part 8: The Event

There he stood. Petrified. It wasn’t like this was not warranted. Marriage itself is a very stressful thing. All the time, effort, funds, everything is on the line for this one day. If one piece is off, it all comes crashing down. Everything has been building up to this. Will she say “I don’t”? Will she run out? Will HE run out? He can never tell.

“You aight, hombre?” He heard a voice call out, a familiar voice from a fennec fox. Fenneko, standing as a minister. The fact Haida had to bear witness to such a thing is nightmare inducing. “Um, yeah. Just...kinda nervous, I guess.” “Ah, I don’t blame ya. It’s a nerve-wracking day.” She replied. “But I wouldn’t worry about it, dude. You’ve known her long enough to know she would never stand you up.” He looked around, in contemplation, before responding. “...yeah, I guess you’re right.” Suddenly, everyone looked towards the end of the aisle, and stood up. “Here she comes, look alive.” The small minister told the hyena, as their sights turned towards...her. Retsuko. She began slowly making her way down, in a dress that helps make her shine even more than her natural beauty already emitted. Her head is tilted down, but even still, he could see a smile coming from her, with such a warmth to it. With his ears, he could hear the organs playing Here Comes the Bride. But in his mind, he was hearing all sorts of music playing at just the mere sight of her. Kiss From a Rose, Can’t Help Falling in Love, I’ll Make Love to You, Your Smiling Face, 214, I Don’t Mind, all the sappiest love songs he could think of, just playing all at once. He was in a state of shock, and euphoria. He was in love.

Haida took her hand, as she stood in front of him, with a wonderful combination of glowing eyes, and a bright smile. “Hi, sweetheart.” Said Retsuko, in the sweetest, most loving voice he ever heard. “Hi, Retsy...you look wonderful.” His words were only responded to by a bashful laugh, and a blush on her precious face. “Oh, stop, you look way better than me!” She exclaimed, causing Haida’s face to turn similarly red. “AHEM! Shall we get started?” Said Fenneko, casually looking at the engaged couple. Retsuko could only look in shock, at her dear friend as the one to wed them...but they both nodded.

And then, the fennec spoke.

“Dearly beloved! We are gathered here on this most joyous of occasions, to celebrate the union of Retsuko….um...yes, and Haida…...ya know, I never bothered to actually ask what the hell your last names were. Bah, who cares. Ya know, for all these years knowing these two, I knew, deep down, two very important things. One, they wouldn’t be anything without me.” That got a massive amount of laughter from the audience. “I mean, I ain’t joking, but alright. But two...that no matter what obstacles stood in their way, other people, life events, themselves...they were tailored made for each other. I ain’t a strong believer in destiny, to me, it’s just a cheap way to justify even the most mundane things in life. But if someone told me it was destined that they would be together as they have been...not gonna lie, I’d buy it. There is something deep within them that, I think, pulls them through. Maybe it’s their own hearts...maybe it’s their kid, I dunno. But somehow, someway, they managed to persevere throughout many of the hard times. Of course, those are not over yet. They probably still have quite a bit to go through. But hopefully, with a love like theirs, we probably won’t have to worry in the slightest about that. As long as that love stays strong, things will turn out just fine. But hell, you guys are probably getting sick and tired by me rambling on about them, let’s hear what they have to say! You two like to get your vows out of the way?”

Retsuko cleared her throat a little. “I-I’ll start, if that’s okay with you,” she said to her groom. “Of course! Go right on ahead.” The reassuring tone from Haida comforted her considerably, as she began her vow. “Haida, I remember it was just a couple of years ago, I didn’t really know you too much, and I wanted to get married, and have kids, so I didn’t have to work another day in my life...well, two out of three ain’t bad.” She joked, resulting in more laughter from everyone. “Jump ahead a few years, and now I am still working at my job, yes, but I am also a mother to an absolutely wonderful baby boy, and will very soon become the wife of the most amazing man I’ve ever met in my life. Ever since I’ve really gotten to know you, it feels like every day has something new about it, it’s like a brand new adventure every single time. The fact that you and Ikari are always by my side during it all really does mean a lot to me. I say this with no stretch whatsoever, you really changed my life in all the best of ways, Haida, and I cannot thank you enough for that. I vow to be a loving, and faithful wife, to be by your side whenever you need me, and to help make sure our son has a bright future ahead. I love you so much, I can’t wait to become your wife, and...sorry it took so long for us to even start a relationship in the first place.” The vow ended with her laughing very bashfully.

“...my turn?,” asked Haida, which solicited a “yes, dum-dum” from Fenneko. “Oh! Alright...well, firstly, don’t feel too bad, took me forever to get you a ring, so I think that makes us even,” he said with a smirk, causing Retsuko to laugh. “Secondly...I didn’t really think about it until a few days ago, but under most circumstances, this probably wouldn’t ever happen. I wasn’t exactly the most...stable dude. My crush on you all those years ago kinda put me in a few rough spots, I won’t lie. In most cases, I probably would’ve found, if we were ever a thing, that we didn’t work out in the slightest, and that I wasted so much time. But that didn’t happen. The moment you and I began going out, I felt...better about myself. More selfless, cheerier, more energetic, more focused. I can’t recall the last time I went into work with my chest clenching up, or my brain going all over the place! You managed to take a broken wreck like me, and fix me until I was a new man. I often wish I could repay you in any possible way, and kick myself for not being good enough...but you never seem to mind, and you don’t know how grateful I am for that. Taking care of Ikari with you has been one of the greatest honors I’ve ever had put upon me, and will probably continue to be that way for a long time. I cannot promise I will be the best husband in the world. I’m hardly the best boyfriend. But if it means I get to start every day with your incredible smile, and our pride and joy bringing us all the happiness in the world, I’m willing to do the best I possibly can. I vow to be a caring, and loving husband, to never turn my back on you, and to be there whenever you need me. I love you with all my heart, Retsuko, and I cannot wait for what awaits us.”

By the time both were done, their eyes were wet with tears, as both look at each other with the biggest smiles possible. “...guys, c’mon. You’re at an event, no need to get emotional,” said Fenneko, causing the two to laugh out out, before continuing. “Well, in any case, let’s get those rings on ya!” As they put the rings on their fingers (courtesy of the ring-bearer...Ikari), it really does start to sink in...this is happening. They are actually going to get married. And now...the moment everyone knew was coming. “Do you, Retsuko, take this lumbering oaf, I mean, Haida, to be your lawfully wedded husband, through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” “....I do,” said Retsuko, with a small sense of joy upon saying those words. “And do you, Haida, take this death metal singing freak, I mean, Retsuko, to be your lawfully wedded wife, through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, until death do you part? ….and even then, knowing you, you would desperately try not to part with her upon death?,” Fenneko joked. “I do,” said Haida, rather warmly.

“Well, then, by the power invested in me, and put upon my two closest friends, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride….kiss her, ya idiot.”

Haida very gently lifted Retsuko’s veil before being jumped by the red panda, who proceeded to give him the biggest kiss she could possibly give. He wrapped his arms, and returned the smooch, all while a roaring applause calls out to them. Not that it mattered to them. As far as they were concerned, they were together, in their own little world of love. As soon as the kiss broke, they could only stare into each others’ eyes, tears streaming down, and just laugh. “We did it!,” exclaimed Retsuko, repeating that phrase until Haida began joining her, nuzzling his face up to hers. He picked her up bridal style, and began walking up the aisle, outside the doors, to a bunch of cherry blossom trees. “Ah...it’s really beautiful out here, huh?,” asked Retsuko. “It sure is...but it doesn’t hold a candle to yo-“ “Retsuko! Haida! Wait!” The two turn, and see Tsunoda and Fenneko run up to them. “W-what’s wrong?,” asked Haida. “Well, firstly, ya gotta throw the bouquet, Retsy. That’s kind of a thing in weddings.” “Oh, okay!” Retsuko responded to Fenneko’s request by simply dropping the bouquet into the fennec fox’s arms. “There! Now you and Tsunoda can get married!” Tsunoda laughed at the gesture, while Fenneko just looked at them, unamused. “...ha. Funny. Secondly, we kinda forgot to get a wedding photo of you guys, so we need to do that quickly. We figured you guys would want Ikari, but since he refuses to let go of the ring pillow, I’m gonna have to ask that you guys take off your rings, and put them on the pillow when we get it set up, so it doesn’t look like he’s just grabbing a pillow for no reason.” “Oh. Sure!,” said Haida.

The four quickly look around, before finding a view of the lake, with cherry blossoms blowing around, a bunch of petals already on the floor. “Perfect!,” Tsunoda exclaimed, running over, and picking up Ikari, to put him in front of his parents, clinging tight to the pillow. The couple quickly handed the rings to Fenneko, who put them nicely onto the pillow, while the child began crying, possibly from being overwhelmed. “Ah, great. Um...pacifier? Anything?” “Oh, there’s one in my pocket!,” Haida revealed, grabbing one out, and handing it to Fenneko. She quickly plants it into the child’s mouth, subduing him enough to get the photo. “We only got one shot, so let’s make it count,” the fennec fox said, as she stood back enough, phone camera at ready. “You guys good to go?” The hyena and red panda looked at each other, love brightening up their faces tenfold. Suddenly, Retsuko draws her cheek up to Haida’s. “Ready, Fenneko!”

It was here, when Haida finally let it sit in. Retsuko was his wife now. The mere notion of that would’ve sounded like some distant dream not too long ago. He often wondered what that day would look like, and here it was.

Was he sure this wasn’t a dream? Surely an angel like Retsuko would never settle for a lowlife like Haida, right? That only seems reasonable.

But no. It was very much real.

It was real...

“Smile!”

*click*

...and it was perfect.

So, I mentioned how stressful the whole final chapter would be, given I want to get it done before Season 2 premieres...then I magically wake up at 4 in the morning, and decide to write it out. Funny how that works, huh? Well, anyways, there is an epilogue left, but otherwise, this IS the last part of this story. I want to thank all of you for being so patient with me, a lot of stuff has happened since the beginning of writing this, to today. A lot of work, a lot of laziness, a lot of illness and most surprisingly, a lot of stress. Yeah, while writing this wasn’t very stressful, events going on, either in my life, or in my social circles, kinda left me in various stages of stress. But, I think a large chunk of that is gonna die down now. Hopefully, anyway.

A GINORMOUS shout-out to @skeletonguys-and-ragdolls for the wonderful picture you see. Diana, thank you so, so, SO much for helping to make this thing that much more special to me, and for being as patient as you were during this whole thing. I want to apologize again for taking so damn long.

So! Where to now? Answer....well, firstly, get the epilogue done. That’s kinda the main thing. But also! Considering Season 2 is coming out (and yes, I did catch a bit of the trailer on Netflix...I like to think it helped increase my stress a little bit. :P), that raises the question....will the Ikariverse also include Season 2?????

Fuck no, I already had to kinda retcon things to get the Christmas special in there, you think I’m gonna sneak in a whole season? Get outta here.

BUT! Chances are ELEMENTS of Season 2 will be in there. I know Retsuko’s mom in the series will probably not appear, because....well, I already wrote in Rie, and I’m too lazy to change that. But other characters may still very much appear. We’ll just have to see. Until that comes, I probably will just write shorter, sillier adventures. I still need to write Gori and Washimi meeting Ikari, I think....actually, come to think of it, there’s a lot of stuff I need to write. Should probably get on that. :/

Until then, guys, have yourselves a wonderful day!

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[scribblehoneybee]

If You Look A Bit Closer

[ for @deareliza-edits - “Good boy.” ]

A loud smack echoes around the empty warehouse.

“I won’t ask you again!!” Timewarp spits, rubbing the hand that just smacked Jackieboy’s cheek. He’s a lot tougher than his Trickshot - physically and mentally, and Timewarp’s patience is running thin. “Open your damn eyes. Now.”

Jackieboy shakes his head and bites harder into the makeshift gag stuffed into his mouth. His eyes remain squeezed shut.

Timewarp grits his teeth and straightens his coat. It seems like this is going to require a different approach.

“You know, it’s not very heroic of you to just sit there and take this. Why don’t you just break free and snap my neck? I’m not the toughest villain in this city. It would be almost too easy, wouldn’t it? And then I’d never bother you or your friends ever again.”

Jackieboy tugs on the restraints and tries to say something through the gag. Timewarp chuckles softly. Pathetic.

“I think I know why…” Timewarp says, voice low and sultry as he walks around the bound hero. He leans down close to Jackieboy, hand gripping his shoulder far too tight to be friendly.

“Because you’re weak.”

Jackieboy’s eyes flash a bright purple from under his tightly closed lids, sending sparks of energy down his cheeks. His hands flex against the metal shackles and the air seems to crackle with energy.

It would seem that struck a nerve. How interesting.

“Oh, but no... that couldn’t possibly be true! You’re the Jackieboy Man, after all,” Timewarp grins, releasing his harsh grip to instead run his fingers through the hero’s hair. His grin turns wicked when Jackieboy almost leans into the touch, the gentle touch confusing his already rattled brain. Timewarp’s tone drops to a soothing echo, bouncing around the hero’s waiting mind, though the condescending lilt remains. “The city’s strongest hero, always fighting off evildoers, day and night, night and day. Never taking the time you so rightfully deserve to just breathe, and relax. I’m sure someone as strong as you doesn’t have any real worries, though - no one stands a chance against you. Least of all me. Isn’t that right?”

Jackieboy’s shoulders start to relax as the villain speaks, and when it finally comes time for him to respond, he hesitates before shaking his head.

“So you’re afraid of me, is that it? You could’ve just said so, you know. I might’ve gone easier on you,” Timewarp teases. That’s a lie, of course - he wouldn’t dream of being genuinely kind to Jackieboy Man of all people. If Chase didn’t see the hero as a close friend, he probably would’ve put an end to his meddling ages ago. This arrogant, cocksure, tacky-

The hero tries to protest, but it only comes out as a weak whine. Timewarp grins. As much as he might hate Jackieboy, he’s at least fun to break on occasion.

“Then could it be that maybe... you actually want this? After seeing how much fun your dear friends have with me?” Timewarp says, tone dripping in sweet, sticky venom. He can already tell his words are starting to affect the poor hero - but that’s what he gets for closing his eyes. It only makes him that much more vulnerable to Timewarp’s other charms.

“Wouldn’t you like that too, hero? A chance to just relax, to let someone else take charge for once? I imagine it must be exhausting, having to control everything and everyone all the time, night and day.”

Jackieboy stays oddly still and silent, and Timewarp rewards him with another gentle stroke through his hair. This time he fully leans into the touch. It takes a genuine effort not to just pull… but that would defeat the purpose of lulling the hero into such a state. Soon, Timewarp reminds himself - once Jackieboy is well and truly under his command, he can do whatever he wishes.

“You don’t have to answer... it’s obvious, you know. The slump of your shoulders, the way you lean into the slightest touch… and the way you’re just letting me pour all of these honey sweet words right into your pretty head,” Timewarp says, his hand continuing its gentle, rhythmic pull through the hero’s hair. “I mean… you’re not even really fighting me anymore - you’re just listening, aren’t you?”

The hero nods slowly, head wavering for a moment afterwards as though he’s struggling to hold it up.

“Good boy,” Timewarp praises. He pulls out his pocket watch and allows it to begin swinging gently on its chain. “Now… since you’re already doing such a good job listening, how about you open those pretty eyes for me, hero?”

Jackieboy’s eyelids flutter and twitch, a last attempt at resistance, before finally - finally - opening. He blinks a few times to clear the haze from his vision, and by the time he can see again his gaze is already firmly fixed on the swinging watch.

“I’m surprised some horrid villain didn’t take advantage of you sooner. Well, not counting your beloved Magician, of course. A rare exception in this city - but love is a magical thing, I suppose. Right up his alley.”

The hero makes a soft noise in response, head nodding and lulling as he tries not to fall all the way into Timewarp’s insidious trance. A golden sheen has already begun to dance across his vibrant purple eyes.

It’s really quite beautiful, Timewarp thinks, if only he wasn’t such a damn pain.

“You’re almost there, my stubborn little hero. Don’t worry though, everyone falls eventually. It’s as inevitable as the turning from day to night and back again… as impossible to fight as gravity, pulling you down deeper and deeper until you just drop.” Timewarp snaps on the final word and Jackieboy’s head falls to his chest.

Timewarp drops his taunting expression and rolls his eyes, scoffing as he returns his watch to his jacket pocket. “You really are a dreadful pain in my ass, Jackieboy. I don’t even know why I bother with you sometimes - you’re just no fun!!” he says, and yanks off his saliva soaked gag before jerking the hero’s face up to meet his again. The golden sheen in his eyes and his vacant expression really just aren’t as lovely as his precious Trickshot’s.

What a shame.

He lets Jackieboy’s head fall back to his chest and gives him another swift backhand on its way down, relishing in the way he stays in place after the hit.

“At least you sit still like this, unlike Trickshot or Chase. They’re both so… fidgety, even when they’re nice and relaxed. It’s a bit cuter with Chase, but most things are,” Timewarp says, smiling fondly.

“But speaking of my darling Trickshot…” he steps away and begins pacing around the bound hero, trying to get his thoughts in order, “What should we do for him today, hm? I want it to be exciting - we wouldn’t want to bore or disappoint him after all!!”

Timewarp paces for a few minutes before it finally hits him - “That’s it!” he exclaims, snapping with the realization and rousing the hero enough to take in all of his orders. He strides back over to Jackieboy and jerks his face up to meet his gaze, a manic grin on his face.

“You’re going to fight my Trickshot, darling,” he says, tone sickeningly sweet and dripping with condescension, “Put on a pretty show for him - fancy lights and all - but don’t really fight him. Let him win, but in a way that makes him feel… powerful. He deserves a special treat at your expense after all the shit you make him put up with, don’t you think?”

Trickshot will be distracted enough to let him pull off the final stage of his latest heist, and Jackieboy will be humiliated - possibly even out of commission for a few days. It’s the perfect plan!!

“Yes, Timewarp,” Jackieboy slurs quietly.

“Good boy. You really are much more tolerable in this state… hm,” Timewarp trails off, a cruel grin on his face, “For the next week, you will have to do everything your little friends tell you to, no matter how arbitrary or embarrassing. Obedience suits you, darling, and you could stand to be knocked down a few pegs.”

“... Yes, Timewarp.”

The villain claps his hands together, “Excellent!! Now…” He snaps, and two nameless goons rush out to undo the hero’s shackles.

Jackieboy stands on command, his movements slow and unnatural, the golden sheen of Timewarp’s magic in his eyes glowing brighter than ever. He takes a step forward and immediately zips to Timewarp’s side. The air around him crackles and sparks.

Timewarp smirks - he always forgets just how powerful Jackieboy really is, since he’s almost always pulling his punches. At least when he does that tonight it will be a bit interesting.

“Let’s get to work.”

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[yourdreamscenarios]

When you’re sick

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Candles were lighting up the features on the faces of the people around you. Smiles were smothered all over them and you tried to keep your reaction airy and soft as you shoved the food on your plate from left to right. The last thing you wanted was to be impolite, but you couldn’t help it. His family had been nice enough to invite you over for a dinner in a cosy restaurant. It wasn’t new, you had been in a relationship with Baekhyun for quite a while now, but you still felt honored every single time the asked you along. You knew how much they loved going out as a family, since they didn’t get to see each other often. That you were counted into that small and close circle of people made you feel wonderful and accepted. But no matter how much you tried, you hadn’t been able to act like the beloved daughter in law you usually were. So far his parents had left you to it when you had told them that you’d had a rough week at work and that you were tired. But you could see the glances his mother shot you every once in a while, though she kept her mouth pressed together and she didn’t say anything about it you could practically see the gears turning inside of her head as you tried to figure out what was really wrong with you. You were a cheerful person who loved to eat and spend nights out with people you cared about, this wasn’t like you.

The truth was, that you felt terrible, but you weren’t going to admit that to anyone. The night would be ruined if you would let anyone in on that secret, because you knew how your boyfriend would react as soon as he would find out that you weren’t well. He would rush you straight home, without further discussion and you knew that this family dinner was important to him. You hadn’t felt quite like yourself since this morning, but you had been able to handle it until a few hours ago. Your stomach was upset because of something, but you didn’t know if it was because of something you ate or because of some nasty virus that was trying to take over you. Every single time you lowered your eyes towards your foot you felt like throwing up, and you had to press your lips together into a thin line to prevent it. usually, during moments like these you prevented getting in contact with any sources of food, but now it was inevitable. Instead of telling him before you left you were now sitting here, trying to make it seem as if you were enjoying yourself while you would rather be in bed, curled up underneath the sheets. But one couldn’t always have what they wanted. Seeing that everyone finished their meal you dropped your cutlery onto your plate and tried to act as if you were completely full, though your food remained barely touched.

Beside you Baekhyun was cheerfully talking to his brother, his arm draped loosely around the back of your chair. He seemed so happy to be here tonight, and you weren’t going to ruin that if you could prevent it. You’d just have to be strong for a little longer, and then you could go home and take some meds, which you should have done before you’d left. “Does anyone want dessert?” The waitress asked as she stood at the head of the table, menu’s in hand and a bright smile on her face. You were sure they loved it as a large group of people came over to eat a three course meal at their restaurant, it meant extra tips. To your surprise everyone seemed to agree eagerly, and normally you would have been one of them. You lived for desserts, even if you were full you would order one. Desserts didn’t go towards the stomach, they went straight for the heart. But you were sure that if you would force one more spoon of food through your throat that you would ruin the beautiful table decorations, and you didn’t want that. So when she neared you to hand you one of the menu’s, because clearly you even looked like one of those girls who was always in the mood for something sweet, you friendly declined. Her smile didn’t falter for even the slightest second as she went over towards the next person and you sighed as you closed your eyes for a second and ran your hand across your hair. A night out had never seemed to last this long before.

“Hey, are you okay?” Baekhyun’s smooth voice tickled the side of your face, his lips brushing against your ear as he tried to catch your attention. When you turned your head to him you could see the wrinkles on his forehead, caused by his eyebrows meeting in the middle of his face in concern. Immediately you wished you could wipe that expression off, tonight wasn’t the occasion for worry. “Yes, or course. Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, grabbing a hold of your glass of water and tipping your head back to take a big gulp. Luckily you hadn’t chosen for a glass of wine, you were sure you wouldn’t have been able to handle the alcohol much better than you would have been able to handle the food. “You’ve been so quiet all evening, you barely touched your food. Tell me, what’s wrong?” Your eyes widened slightly at his words. You’d been convinced that his attention hadn’t been on you during the last half an hour since he had been in mingled in a deep conversation with his brother’s wife. But he always noticed much more than he seemed to show. Baekhyun knew you, inside and out, and he always seemed to sense more details about you than you thought he did. He wasn’t angry because you weren’t acting like yourself, you could tell. But he was worried, you could see it written all over his face. For a moment you thought about telling him, how you felt and what the real reason was behind your strange behavior. That you weren’t actually tired but that you were feeling like crap. Though, before the words could tumble over your lips you changed your mind and you pulled out a smile You weren’t sure if it looked convincing, probably not, because it didn’t do anything to keep the trouble from clouding his eyes.

“I’m just going to the ladies’ room real quick, I’ll be right back.” You said, hoping that you would be able to escape these penetrating stared that were flying your way from everyone around the table. Baekhyun’s concern was enough for you to gain the attention of the entire Byun family and no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it made you nervous. Normally it wouldn’t have, but now you had something to hide. You were terrible at pretending as if nothing was going on when there was definitely something going on. You raised from your chair and laid the napkin that was spread across your lap on the table. Not trusting your legs because they felt like jelly on your high heels, you grabbed the edge of the chair as you began to make your way through the room. But to your surprise you weren’t able to put two steps before someone caught your wrist, the touch firm but gentle. You looked straight into his dark eyes as he joined you as stood from his seat. “No, we’ll get you some fresh air.” He said, as if he knew very well that having to use the restroom was just an excuse you made up so that you could spend some time by yourself and to make sure you could fix yourself up a little. You pressed your lips together to show your displeasure, but didn’t complain as he handed you your coat and spread his fingers across your lower back to lead you out. His attentive gaze was boring in the back of your head, you could feel it even without looking at him.

To outsiders it often seemed as if he didn’t pay much attention to you. He was with his friends very often, but nothing was less true. Somehow he was always watching you, always made sure to keep a glance on you even if you or anyone else didn’t notice. Usually you liked that, because he could tell exactly when you were upset or when you were bothered by something. He would change subjects in the middle of a conversation or would make you smile as soon as he noticed your displeased state. And just like always, tonight he was also aware of the changes in your act and he new that your excuse of exhaustion was just that, an excuse. The two of you zigzagged past the different tables, on which people chatted with each other cheerfully, not even noticing you. Knowing the chilliness would be like a punch in the face you quickly pulled on your coat. As soon as you felt him slip past you you sucked in a breath, which caused the nauseous feeling in your stomach to grow stronger. Right then you felt that underneath the thin layer of make up you had added onto your skin earlier today your skin color was now turning greenish. He held the door open and eyed you patiently but attentively, as if he wished he could see right through you so he would know what was going on. After heaving a deep breath to control yourself you climbed down the stairs and were welcomed by the coldness of the night.

Feeling how your head started spinning by the oxygen that surrounded you, you reached out for something to hold onto, only to feel a strong arm wrap around your waist to steady you. You cursed underneath your breath, wishing you’d been able to keep your composure instead of giving yourself away like this. “I know something’s up.” He muttered and he spun you around that quickly that you almost threw up right there and then. He’d meant well, most likely he had wanted to be looking at you while discussing this with you, he hadn’t meant to make thinks worse. Yet, you found yourself closing your eyes and steadying yourself with one hand pressed firmly against his chest. His hands curled around your arms, keeping you upright with a protective grip as you tried to come to yourself again. “What is it? Did I do something? Are you mad at me?” By now his voice was soft, his hands rubbing up and down the fabric of your coat to calm you. The movement helped, I caused that you had something else to focus on than the sour that was fighting in your stomach. You couldn’t hide it anymore, you knew it. He wouldn’t let you go before you had told him exactly what was going on, and you wouldn’t be able to get away with a lie. You were too tired to lie, besides, you weren’t sure if you still wanted to hide it from him. The thought of having to go back inside that restaurant and needing to pretend as if everything was fine made you feel even worse.

“I don’t feel good.” You said, ashamed because your voice sounded more shaken and weak than you had wanted it to. For a second he stayed completely still and you could tell he was taking in the signs he had missed earlier. The pile of concealer underneath your eyes which you had used in the hope to cover up your dark circles and the blush you had applied to hide the paleness of your skin. In the blink of an eye his hand was resting against the side of your neck and you flinched slightly at the coldness of his touch, you hadn’t realized that you were this hot. “You’re not well.” He whispered and you could hear the disappointment and concern of his input, even though it was so still. Disappointment because you hadn’t told him sooner and he hadn’t noticed himself, concern because he didn’t want you to feel bad. You fluttered your eyes open to look at him, and it was obvious he was searching for something inside of yours. It was unavoidable that he was going to call things off and he would take you home. His expression was one that didn’t accept discussion as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, cradling your against his chest as if you were something valuable and breakable. His touch made your aching muscles relax and you lulled against him, feeling how he supported your weight with his. “I’m going to take you home. You need a warm bath and a good night of sleep.” He mumbled,  his nose brushing through your hair. He laid his hands against your cheeks and he moved your head so he could press his lips against your forehead.

The idea didn’t sound so bad at all, your skin was already longing for the warmth of the water and the softness of the sheets. His eyes stayed closely on you as he reached for his car keys inside of his pocket and he pressed them tightly inside of your hands, curling your fingers around the iron. “Get into the car, I’ll be right there. Don’t feel bad about being sick, they’ll understand and it’s not your fault. I’m going to take great care of you.” Then he cocked out a handsome smile and brushed his fingertips down the side of your face before pushing you off into the direction where he had parked his car. You walked off and when you turned your head you could see him watching you, making sure you got there safely before going back inside to say goodbye in both your names to his family. You frowned, and even though he had just told you not to feel guilty, you still did. His family was important to him, you didn’t want to lay a hold of the time they got to spend with each other. But before you could get your feet to move back towards the door he was outside again, his mother right behind him as she rushed towards you, her arms opened in a sweet way. “Oh sweetheart, I knew it! Why didn’t you just tell us, we understand that you’re unable to come if you’re unhealthy. We wouldn’t love you less because of it.” She hugged you close and when she pulled away she smiled brightly. “Now you better make sure my son treats you well, so you’ll be better soon.” She patted your cheek lovingly and the guilt made room for a strange warmth as you smiled back at her, before looking over to her son who stood behind her. “I’m very sure he will.”

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[not-close-to-straight]

Frost (Chapter Five)

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“What is this?” Loki looked down at the plate in front of him. “What are you doing?”

“It's roast beef.” Tony answered with a frown, poking at the sandwich. “Even though, I haven't seen any cows here, so I will admit to worrying that it isn’t roast beef at all and just looks like roast beef which is frankly terrifying.”

Loki stared at him blankly and Tony coughed nervously. “It's my favorite sandwich. So I made one for you too.”

“Why?”

“Because you haven't been down to eat in the hall for three days.” Tony said quietly. “And that worries me. So I made you something to eat. Please just eat.” He pushed the plate a little bit closer and Loki raised an eyebrow.

“Anthony, I am the Prince of Asgard, and beyond that I am a god. Do you honestly believe I have let myself go hungry for three days? I can simply snap my fingers and summon food before me in an instant.”

“Well that's a neat trick--” Tony said around a mouthful of whatever type of meat was on his sandwich. “--but all it sounds like is an excuse. So why don't you take a bite or I'm never going to stop bothering you.”

“Yes, you do talk an awful lot.” Loki narrowed his eyes and Tony sent him a look right back.

“And you tend to be--”

“Anthony, my love.” Thor was passing by the small sitting room, and stepped in long enough to give his lover a kiss. “How are you this day?”

“Hi.” Tony blushed the slightest bit, swallowing his food quickly and kissing Thor back. “Just trying to make tall and skinny over here eat.”

Thor glanced up at Loki, blue eyes flicking over his slender frame, and Loki pulled his cloak a little tighter around himself with a scowl, readying himself for a comment about how terrible he looked.

“Loki has always been far more muscular, far more fit than anyone realizes. He simply hides it beneath layers of clothing.” Thor said thoughtfully and Loki’s eyes widened at the sort-of compliment. “But if you are concerned, beloved, simply feed him the way I fed you. It worked so well, didn't it?”

“I suppose it did.” Tony grinned, thinking of all the meals he spent on Thor's lap, letting the giant spoon feed him dinner, or licking dessert off of Thor's thick fingers. Then he flushed dark red, because the mental picture of Loki on his lap licking dessert off his fingers was… was…

“Maybe not like that.” he blurted and Thor laughed out loud, even though Loki looked on in mild confusion. “Um, no, I'm thinking not.”

“Whatever you think is best.” Thor lay one last kiss on Tony's lips, then sent Loki a pointed glance. “Eat, Loki. You may not be wasting away as Anthony seems to believe, but if he was kind of enough to make you food you need to be thankful enough to eat it.”

“Um-- of course.” Loki was so surprised by the direct conversation from Thor that he picked up the sandwich without thinking, taking a big bite.

“Thank you.” Thor nodded to both of them and strode from the room, leaving them in quiet behind him.

Loki ate a bit more and then reached for a glass of water. “We do have cattle on Asgard.” he offered after another moment and Tony sighed in relief.

“Oh thank god. This is delicious, so I wasn't going to stop eating it but I was worried about exactly what animal it was.”

Loki smiled the tiniest bit, and they finished their meal in silence.

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“I feel like you weren’t impressed with what was sort of roast beef, so I tried something chicken today.” Tony startled Loki so thoroughly that the book on his lap slipped away from him and hit the floor. “Oh sorry. I assumed you had super hearing or something and knew I was coming.”

Loki rubbed a hand over his face, trying to even out his breathing.

He felt as if he had barely survived lunch the day before, sitting across from Anthony and eating as if they were friends or something along those lines. Everything the mortal did was entirely distracting and Loki was just petty enough to believe Anthony was distracting on purpose- taking extra long drinks from the water so Loki could watch his throat move. Sighing in soft satisfaction after finishing his food. Licking drops of dressing from his fingers.

Entirely distracting, whether the mortal had meant to be or not.

It had been such a relief when Anthony had finally left and Loki could relax.

But here he was again, finding Loki in the library and bringing him food, settling in to share lunch together.

“Sir Anthony---” he began and Tony shook his head.

“It's just Tony.”

“Anthony.” Loki started again and this time Tony grinned.

“Why is it always Anthony with you guys?”

“Because Tony is a boys name.” Loki answered with a sniff. “Are you a child, then?”

“Not last time I checked.” Tony mumbled and Loki hated how much he liked the irritation from the mortal. Anything was better than the fear and disgust he usually encountered from the other inhabitants of the castle.

“Anthony.” He said again, and Tony sighed. “Why are you here?”

“I brought you lunch.” Tony explained as if that was the sort of thing that made perfect sense.

“Why?” Loki demanded. “I am aware that you are uncomfortable around me. I also am aware that after our last unfortunate interaction in the rose garden I was less than cordial. I cannot understand why you insist on--”

“It bothers me to see you like this.” Tony interrupted. “I don't know your history and I don't know what went so wrong between you and Thor or you and everyone else but you and I-- we have a bond right?”

“I--I--” Loki was speechless, shocked that Tony was being so direct with him, and more than a little impressed by the spark in those dark eyes, the strong set to shoulders that used to droop in defeat.

“The heartbeat thing.” Tony continued. “Hjartslattur, right? And I don't know all the stories but I know we are linked somehow. And you can't keep your eyes off me and honestly…” he cleared his throat. “Honestly I have a hard time keeping my eyes off you. But whether that means anything or not I can't--I can't see you like this and not do anything about it.”

“See me like what?” Loki finally asked and Tony made a vague gesture with his hands.

“See you how I used to be. When Thor found me all I did was drink, and I was starving myself and--” he shook his head, closing his eyes against the memory. “And he saved me. I wouldn't have survived without him. And I realize you're a Demi-god and maybe it's different for you, but you look like I used to.”

He looked up to meet Loki's gaze. “You look like you're screaming and don't understand why no one can hear you.  But I--I hear you. I hear it.”

Loki looked away first, clenching his fists and forcing himself not to react. Any burst of emotion and his tenuous hold on his glamour slipped and he didn't need that right now. Couldn't deal with it right now.

“Anthony. I am not sure why you think there is anything wrong. I am a god and my ways are simply beyond a mortals grasp of--” Loki started to deny, to deflect, to lie but Tony held up a hand.

“Loki.” Tony said gently. “It's fine. Maybe I'm wrong, alright? Maybe whatever happened in the garden wasn't as big of a deal as I'm making it. But just sit and eat lunch with me anyway.”

Tony purposefully didn't say anything about what he had heard from Loki's bedroom, about how Loki had sobbed that he didn't want to be him anymore, how the demi god had cried himself to sleep.

He also didn't say anything about how he had gone running to find Thor and spent the rest of the day dealing with flashbacks to his time alone in the compound, the nights he had drank himself to sleep, the times he stared in the mirror and couldn't find a reason to go on.

Thor had held him and let him cry, shedding some tears himself for the pain Tony had gone through, for the pain Loki was going through now.

It had been a rough day and it had taken Tony a few nights to start sleeping again, to be able to eat again, and as soon as he was feeling better, he had gone looking for Loki.

One of the first things Thor had done back on earth was sit down and make him eat, so that was Tony's plan as well.

Sandwiches wouldn't heal hearts, but they were a good starting point.

“Eat.” He demanded and pointed at the plate. “You're practically wasting away to nothing.” He forced his voice to be light and teasing, his smile just this side of a smirk. “You heard Our King. If I'm wonderful enough to make you food--”

“--I should be grateful enough to eat it. Yes, I heard.” Loki picked up his sandwich and took a tiny bite, trying not to let the pleased expression on Tony's face affect him.

“Thank you.” He said after a minute. “I like chicken.”

“You're welcome.” ********************

“Do you guys wear capes because it's dramatic? Or is there an actual reason?” Tony asked, taking a sip from his water and Loki swallowed before answering.

“I suppose for the dramatic flair.” He admitted, and set his salad down, reaching for his drink.

“I knew it.” Tony chuckled and kept eating, glancing around the solarium. “I've never seen this room before.”

“Because it is mine.” Loki replied. “This is part of my chambers and no one is allowed in. I had hoped by keeping to my room perhaps you would cease these nonsense luncheons but alas, you have found me anyway.”

“Rude.” Tony snarked. “Besides, it's been almost two weeks, haven't you started expecting lunch everyday?”

Loki didn't answer and Tony's lips twitched up in a smile because he knew he had won that point.

It had been a slow two weeks, having to search for Loki everyday just to bring him lunch. The dark haired god was always somewhere different, and always had a long suffering sigh when Tony found him. They ate quietly, but not necessarily quickly, letting an easy silence settle between them and if Tony did ask any questions, Loki would answer them with one or two words.

Tony wasn't discouraged by how slow things were moving, in fact Thor had told him things seemed to be going much smoother than when he had tried the same method with Tony.

Tony had frowned, remembering Thor's well meaning attempt to spoon feed him the first time. Thor had forced him to eat too much and Tony had been sick, crying and retching into the toilet.

But Loki didn't seem to have an eating disorder, even though Tony supposed there was no way to really know. But the demi-god at least cleaned his plate and was never running off somewhere to purge after, so Tony felt better about it.

And there was some progress between them anyway.

Loki’s short answers were becoming longer, and he had even started initiating the conversations. He had a wicked sense of humour when he was willing to show it and Toy found himself laughing more than he thought he would. Their talks were still only about general topics, but at least they were talking.

And just the other day for the very first time, Tony had caught the smallest smile when he found Loki in the library, and something inside him had warmed thinking of the Demi god being happy to see him.

And Loki had been happy to see him. He would never admit it, but every day he was afraid that that day would be the time that Tony didn't come looking for him. Even as he moved around the castle, unwilling to be found waiting for the mortal, he was afraid each time that Tony would give up, would skip lunch all together.

And it's not as if he would go looking for Anthony. No, he was far too proud for that. Far too insecure to ask in the morning if lunch was still going to happen. And far too lonely to not be completely elated as soon as Tony appeared holding food for two.

Thor had even started joining them every once in awhile. The first few times had been awkward, at least for Loki. Honestly he didn't even know what to say to Thor in a one on one situation, not without reverting to sarcasm at least.

But Thor simply came and sat, stealing bites from Tony's plate and listening as Tony chatted about his day. Thor had even asked Loki's advice on a matter with the council and for a few minutes they had talked easily, with Thor thanking him with a big smile before he left.

Tony had seemed overly pleased with that moment, and Loki had had to squash the urge to grin over it.

Ridiculous. To get excited over something as mundane as council matters.

But it had been so nice to be included, to have his input sought after like it used to be. Nice enough that he had appeared for dinner in the hall that night, sitting at the second table with the fearsome Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, ignoring the whispers and looks and just watching the head table.

Watching Anthony.

It wasn't wise, giving in to his feelings, to any hope that perhaps Anthony was feeling something as well. But sometimes during these lunches, the mortal would look up and smile or say something just to try to make Loki laugh. Sometimes Anthony would meet his eyes and wink, or make a quick comment about how the couch he was sitting on was big enough for two.

So Loki thought… maybe.

Maybe.

So today, almost three weeks since the incident in the garden, Loki took a deep breath and gathered his courage and moved from the wing backed chair he had been reading in and over to the sofa where Tony ate.

He sat down slowly, pressed against the arm of the couch to give Tony space and kept eating, trying to slow his heart rate and act as if he was fine with this, as if something like sitting next to each other was normal for them.

But then Anthony shifted in his seat, spread his legs a little further and their knees were suddenly touching. And then he moved a little more and their thighs were rubbing together.

It was ridiculous how much that simple touch affected him, and Loki nearly bit through his lip trying not to react.

“Is this alright?” Tony asked quietly and Loki nodded shortly, just once.

“Good.” The mortal kept right on eating as if nothing was wrong, and Loki kept right on eating as if he wasn't edging between a panic attack and feeling dizzy from relief and happiness and a dozen other emotions he couldn't quite name.

And when Thor came to the door later, looking to join them, he decided against it.

Because his Anthony had the most content look on his face, calmly eating his salad. And even though Loki looked halfway to panicked, he was still sitting there quietly, their thighs pressed together, a small smile on his mouth.

So Thor backed away and left them alone.

Only good things would come from moments like this.

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#ncts fics #thunderironfrost #frostiron #thunderfrost #tony stark #loki #thor

[anastycrimeboy]

Honestly, not much of someone who post anything but I feel like I wanted to talk aloud to the world anoynomously and on a format noone would likely look at so eh. Anyways I met you in 7th grade for the first time. Me? I was quite frankly just an antisocial prick. We talked truly for the first time I believe in social studies where you refered to me as "turtle boy" because of the way I sat (think somewhat like L from death note) we had a group assignment, something minor. I remember reading some question outloud I think, misspoke something aloud and had said "Saint Texas" I have no idea why it was so funny at the time but I remember it being one of the inciting incidences of our friendship. At first, I acted quite cold and annoyed towards you and your friend. You two, however, were quite subborn on making me your friend. Something I am quite honestly very greatful for, as i have no doubt my life would be very different had you two not done so. So we became friends. True friends. The closest and best two friends ive ever had the experiance of having. I dont remember much more of consequence happening in our relationships development during 7th grade. Eventually 8th grade rolled around and what a year that was, for both of us, and our mutual friend as well. You and your friend had a tough, depressing year. By December, so had I become immersed within the pit of depression. However when thinking back, I see that maybe that wasnt such a horrible thing. Our mutal suffering had brought us closer together in some ways. We shared thoughts, emotions, memories, things that brought us closer together. At some point through this, I had begun to have feelings for you. I remember vividly how happy I was when we would stay up until 3 A.M talking nonstop about anything. How happy it made me to simply sit there for hours and talk to you and see your beautiful face and hear your wonderful voice, laughter... I knew how I felt about you. I didnt tell you how I felt for a while. Eventually you had gotten with a guy, actually a friend of mine at the time. Man was I jealous of him... He got your first kiss, was I believe your first boyfriend to my knowlege. He got to hold you, cuddle with you, kiss you, be with you in a way I felt I probably never would. Ha, hell how right I was. You were with him for some time. Through this we continued our close relationship, talked for hours, just enjoyed eachothers presence, at least I know I did. I know at some point while you were with him, believe it was around Christmas, I had told you that I liked you. Not in the manner of just being friends but in a romantic manner. Pretty stupid looking bad, who tells someone they like them when they have a boyfriend? It didnt change anything really, you had expressed that that would not happen then at least. You let me off easy when I had told you then, said perhaps someday. I truly took that to heart. Looking bad, I probably shouldnt have haha. Things were awkward for a week or so but things got back to normal between us soon enough, no damage done. I remember being very very envious of your boyfriend, man jealously is such a powerful emotion. Somewhere around Feburary I remember you and him had broken up for good. As bad as it sounds I remember being trilled that had happend, in spite of your obvious greif and pain at the failure of a long term relationship. To be fair, I was young. I didnt truly understand what love was then. More than likely, then what I had felt for you was nothing more than simple infatuation. Although at the same time it was more than that, i cared for you deeply, and honestly, as we both recognize now the guy was a total asshole. So i like to justify that thats part of what I was so thrilled about but I couldnt say for certain. At this point, both our states of mental health were pretty piss poor. Both of us very depressed people, something that had only gotten worse for us both over the year. You became... this bright sun in my everyday life. The one person who would always bring a smile to my face everytime I simply laid eyes upon you. Without you, I felt hallow, and with you I felt like the sun was shinning on my skin on a spring day. I knew full well you didnt feel the same way about me. Deep down I knew you never would truly feel the same way. However I held some feable hope thst maybe, just maybe one day you'd love me like I grew to love you. Sometime around april, or may you and your friend were just about healed from this depression we had suffered, and I had stagnated. Looking bad, im sure that was mostly due to one crucial fact: you two were bound to go to one high school, and me, another. I knew I was losing two people who.... quite frankly were closer to me than my family ever was, even including my beloved deceased father. I remember on the last day of school crying a bloody waterfall. I never conciously thought this at the time, but im sure in my heart I knew: this would cement that our relationship would only go downhill in terms of our closeness, there was no alternative. You see i neglected to mention, we had experianced a bit of a falling out a month and a half before graduation relating to my depression and extreme drug use. You guys eventually so fed up with it you stopped talking to me altogether. This had forced me to stop abusing oxycotten, and in doing so, you accepted me once more as your friend a week or two before school ended. Our other friend however, from this point forward, was no longer a friend of mine. And my fallout with her was permanent. This left me with you as literally my only true close friend. And man the thought of losing you too then was just... Unfathomable. During the summer I recall talking to you somewhat frequently for a month or so. Then, there was a point when I had for some stupid reason, talked about my issues with your sister. God knows why, i sure dont know what the hell i was thinking haha. This led to you being quite rightly pissed, essentially telling me that you were done talking to me until I got my head straight and out of my shithole of a depression. Quite frankly looking back, man was you not talking to me a great motivator. First it got me to stop doing hard drugs, then got me to actually really start to work on changing my mental outlook on life. By the end of the summer we were talking again, friends once more. Perhaps not as close as I wished but thats not suprising. Id be lieing I said I was totally better. That wouldnt happen until February of next year. But I was definetly in a better state than the end of 8th grade. School started, and man did I hate it. I never realized that truthfully, the only reason I could stand school so much was because of how happy seeing you made me. At this time in my life, I had no real self-confidence. I was a smart kid, my techers knew this, my mom knew it, but damn my grades sure as hell didnt reflect it. I hated school so much without you, i skipped probably more than 30 days and walked home in the first semester. We talked, texted. But man did I miss you... I only saw you once that year, during thanksgiving break. That was by far the most fun I have ever had before. We didnt do anything crazy. We just went out, had got orange leaf, went to barns and nobles and got coffee, you dragged into bath and bodyworks.. Haha man I think that was, what? The second? Third time just you and me hung out by ourselves in peron? I remember never wanting that day to end. I remember thinking 'what if everyday could be like this?' My love for you only grew as time went on it seemed. Distance has never dulled my love for you in the slightest. Time went on. By Feburary my mom was getting desperate reguarding my depression and alarming rate of skipping school, so she took me out and placed me in a charter school, self paced, self taught. A place I could avoid everyone and just learn. Did wonders for my confidence and my mental health. Since then ive been just fine, had a great outlook on life. Great work ethic. You were always there, cheering me on as I got better and worked harder. Haha I remember we flirted a little toward the end of that you. You teased me quite often texting me on my phone you little minx hahaha. Ah, yeah that had sent me some mixed singals alright. Our relationship was still quite solid. We were close, had grown up quite a bit for the year before... things seemed good. Summer once again rolled around, we hung out on my birthday. That alone made it my favorite birthday I've had to date. We had gone to the movies, and just went back to my house, smoked a bowl or two, and relaxed and watch some Star Wars. Enjoyed our time together. I remember multiple times wanting nothing more than to get closer to you and just hold you in my arms... Eventually you left. Once again, I couldnt help but feel that strange hallowness I experiance without you. Wishing I was brave enough to try to hold you, kiss you. Summer went by. We kept somewhat in touch. The next year, 10th grade, is when I would say we truly started to experiance an increase in the gap between us. We talked yes, occassionally discussing what was going on in eachother lives. By this point, and this point onward I dont think we ever shared another long conversaion. Never since then have we had one of those wonderful nights we would just stay up and just talk and enjoy the others presence... Nope. Those times seemed to have passed. I tried on occasion to start one of those kinds conversations, but something would always come up, or one of your sisters would interupt is and eventually i'd just let you go as we were no longer talking, ect. I think i may have seen you once that year. I dont truly remember it if we did. That year went by quickly. We kept in touch of course. We would always talk about how much we missed eachother ha... I just worked hard that year. Nothing else to do really. I've always been a bit of a loner socially and dont bother making friends. Did quite well, ended up both my softmore and junior year, and became a senior. You were quite proud of me I remember. Once again, I got to see you on my birthday and, well, it was then I think I really noticed the deaph of how much we had spaced apart. We just kinda watched a movie for a few hours and you left after a while. I remember being nervous the whole time. We hadnt seen eachother in so long I wasnt sure how to act. I still loved you, just as much as ever, but for fucks sake I didn't for the life of me know what to say, what to do, how to act. I didn't really know what to do around you anymore. By then... We seldomly saw eachother over the course two years, hardly spoke the year before. We didnt have recent experiances, or interesting things to talk about. Well I mean at least I didn't. As a bit of a loner all I had to discuss was my acedemic acheivement and video games or music. Im sure you had stuff going on in your life but by then... Im pretty sure we had seperated to a degree where you didn't even know where to begin discussing what was going on with you, nor did I know the questions to ask. So yeah that was awkward. And I remember kicking myself again and again over it. Same thing happened in augest when I went to your house before school started.... Sigh I remember thoughout these years you've had a few boyfriends, by the middle of freshman year I had a much better grasp on the true meaning of love: that when you love someone, you put their needs, their wants, and their happiness before yours. So I was okay with it. I let go of jealousy. What replaced it was this heart wrenching, smoach dropping sadness when you were with someone else. But again, I knew that you'd never truly loved me in the romantic sense, just as friends really. I knew this spite of the fact you had told me otherwise multiple times. I know you were just reassuring me to spare my feelings. And in a way, i thank you for that. Hell at times, I even let myself believe it. But I was somewhat hopeful, some peice of me remained stubborn that one day you just might like me even slightly in a romantic manner. Hell im graduating now, and I still have not dated, kissed, loved, or truly considered being with another girl. Ive always hoped you would be my first everything. My first kiss, first girlfriend, first date. Hell one day I hoped youd be my first and only wife... we'd have a beautiful little girl... Sigh. Just dreams I suppose. Then this year cam along. Things only got worse. We've hardly talked. I mean sure ill text you general well wishes most mornings when I can and have said more "I love yous" than one could probably count but really? Thats about it. Weve met up twice this year for lunch but i feel like the damage has been done already. Yes yes we have seen eachother but you know I find it hasnt actually alleaviated my missing you. Its like... Idk I see you but at the same time I didnt. Both times we just talked about old friends, school, advancements in life. Nothing really significant or personal... Only had two, somewhat awkward, hugs with you this year. When, bloody hell, ive always wanted so much more than that. Now... The year is ending and really I recognize that we are honestly little more than acquaintances. I mean yes we know eachothers history, but bloody hell we hardly talk anymore about anything. We have no idea what the eachothers life is like... Well okay you know what mine is like due to how honestly shallow it is but I hardly know how yours is going. And quite frankly i dont know the questions to ask or the things to say to find out.... I just wish we were as close as we once were... Gods how id give almost anything just to be close friends again, romanctic thoughts aside. Now I see that our drift is just... This gaping raveen the size of the great cayon. And I know its only bound to get worse and eventually end altogether... With me going to college and you your own way with withever you decide to do, likely traveling with your beautiful, adventurous soul. I hope our paths interwine once more in the future... Odds are they wont but I mean you never know what God holds in store for us yeah? Ill always regret not getting the chance to experiance something more with you. Never really trying my hand at something more truly. I was a coward. Quite honestly in some ways though, im glad. You really deserve someone much better than I am. Someone who can make you happy, laugh, and feel joy every minute your with them like you have made me feel. Comfort you when you need help, be there for you when your in pain. These are things I've tried hard to do for you, but could never do perfectly. I really hope you meet a man who can do those things for you. You deserve it more than anyone else. Looking back, I can see that I was lucky that I even ever got to call you a friend. And I was smiled upon by god by the fact that you love(ed) me as a friend. That alone was really more than I had the right to ask for really. Thank you, for everything you have done for me. And helping me become who I am today. I only wish I could have helped you half as much as you have me... I love you, forever and always. And may god bless your life and the path you walk on my love.

[nolongerapileofashprobably]

If MJ doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in Spider-Man: Far From Home, then what’s the point ?

“If you knew I was Spider-Man, why didn’t you say anything?” Peter asked frantically, his eyes wide as MJ merely observed his reaction.

“If you wanted to tell me, you would -which you did- and that was your choice.” MJ responded, shrugging as though they were talking about the weather and not Peter’s secret superhero-ing.

She sat on her bed, grabbing the book on her night table, the weight calming her nerves as she realized what was happening.

Firstly, Spider-Man saved her from some jackass with a gun. Normally, MJ could usually handle herself but when a gun was involved she was no match. She really didn’t feel like testing out whether or not the mugged was trigger happy, and thankfully she didn’t find out. Spider-Man came in and took out the guy within moments, allowing her to breathe out an air of relief.

So MJ was pretty calm despite what happened but being Queens, she dealt with this at least once a month and usually once a month a douchebag with pepper spray in their eyes would be taken into jail. No biggie. Except all the other ones had a lousy pocket knife, not an actual gun that made MJ freeze her movements within seconds. She guessed she should consider herself lucky Spider-Man was in the neighborhood or tonight could have ended much worse.

And the fact that it all could have gone worse freaked Peter out majorly. He seemed to have forgotten his ‘deep, strong’ voice and squeaked out a “MJ, oh my God, are you okay?!”.

Of course, being MJ, she merely responded with a wave of her hand, telling him not to worry about her. She even gave him a break and didn’t comment on how he knew her nickname (which she only let her friend’s call her).

And Spider-Man being Peter, could not stop worrying about her. Which is how he ended up walking her home. It must have been a sight, the famous wall-crawler grounded all because he refused to let MJ walk home by herself. Truly, it was endearing but MJ thought it brought a little too much attention to them since she knew people took pictures of them. She could see the headline now: ‘Spider-Man spotted escorting girl home’ or some variation of that with an article theorizing their relationship or a man-on-the-street feature with random theories from Queen residents.

When they got to her apartment building (something MJ also didn’t question his knowledge of) MJ went to go inside, but looked back to see Spider-Man still planted on the sidewalk. Normally he’d already be swinging away, but she knew Peter was still freaked out. What an adorable dweeb.

“You know, I would have been okay walking to my building.” MJ told him as she looked back, a lazy smile spreading on her face. “It’s not like it was far.”

Spider-Man -or should she say Peter?- shifted in his spot and looked to the ground, kicking a piece of gravel.

“I know,” He admitted, not even bothering to deepen his voice. “I, uh, just wanted you to make it home alright.”

MJ rolled her eyes, wondering how no one knew this nerd’s secret. “Now I know I’m pretty cool and all, but I don’t think I should get any special treatment from the Queen’s local hero, Spider-Boy.”

He shook his head, an image of Peter doing the same movement flashing in her mind. “Maybe this isn’t special treatment, strange girl I’ve never met before.”

Now even MJ wouldn’t let this one slide. “That’s a lie.” She said blatantly.

“W-wh-what?” Spider-Man stuttered, totally losing composure.

“You saved my friends in DC,” MJ reminded him. “I was at the bottom of the monument when you told me not to worry or something.”

“R-right.” He stammered, gaining some confidence back. “How could I forget a girl like you shouting that her friends were up in the elevator?”

MJ smirked, shrugging her shoulders as she fully turned towards him. “I don’t know, I’m pretty memorable for a regular high school student. I don’t interact much with my peers or participate in many events so that I become invisible to almost everyone. Totally memorable, though.”

“Trust me, I noticed you at the monument and obviously today. You’re hard to forget so I don’t know why our earlier meeting slipped my mind,” Spider-Man replied, surprising MJ since she knew Peter would probably be too nervous to say anything like this.

“I tend to intimidate people,” She remarked, realizing the increasing amount of stares they were getting now. “But I don’t usually attract this many stares. Your doing, most likely.”

MJ gestured to the passbyer’s lingering glances on the local hero and herself. Although the attention didn’t make her uncomfortable, she would definitely prefer not being in the spotlight.

Spider-Man looked around, the suit’s eyes widening as he realized this conversation was definetly not normal for him.

“Uh, right yeah, uhm, actually do you mind if we talk on the roof?” He asked, taking a tentative step towards her.

Now that surprised her. This entire conversation she acted unphased, because she knew who was behind the mask, but wanting to talk on the roof? What was this loser thinking?

She shrugged, covering her surprise with nonchalance. “Sure, why not, Spider-Boy.”

He responded by taking a few more steps, now within reach when his nerves took over again.

“Is it okay if I-uh-“

MJ rolled her eyes, acting like she didn’t adore Peter’s nervousness in asking if it was okay if he held her.

She took initiative and wrapped her arms around his neck, shaking her head as she felt his arm slowly wrap around her waist. She was glad almost everyone had cleared the street, this was definitely not a moment she wanted someone to capture so they could sell it to a newspaper and have it be totally misinterpreted.

“You know it’s Spider-Man, right?” He asked, laughing as she rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Bug-Boy, get it over with.”

“Most people would be honored to swing up to a rooftop with Spider-Man.”

“You act like I’m most people.”

Although she couldn’t see, because he had a mask on, MJ was sure Peter was rolling his eyes. His grip on her waist tightened and before she could get in a snide remark, they were off the ground. It was moments before they were on her roof, but those few seconds off the ground and completely airborn? Completely exhilarating. She could see the temptation of ditching any of her responsibilities to do that all night. It was like a momentary freedom where she didn’t have to think and just experience the wind blowing past her.

He let go of her as soon as they were stable on the roof, his hand going through the motion of running itself through his hair. Once he realized that he still had a mask on, he brought his hand down, trying to act as though he didn’t just do that.

“You are definitely not like most people, MJ.” He told her seriously, the air around them shifting from a playful banter to a sober conversation.

Sensing what Peter was about to do, MJ decided to play along. At this point, if she didn’t question him, who would she be?

She smiled. “How do you know my nickname? Only a few people are allowed to call me that.”

All MJ could see was his head tilt to the side, not sure if his mouth had turned into it’s own smile or not.

“Maybe because you gave me permission to call you that,” He responded carefully, slowly bringing his hand up to uncover the hem of his mask. She wondered if he practiced this before as he pulled the mask off. “MJ.”

She didn’t gasp or react really. Unless a wide smile counted. “Hey, Peter.” She called softly.

He frowned. “Not to be picky or anything, but usually I get more of a surprised ‘What?’ reaction-“

She cut him off with a hug, knowing full well she rarely gave them but this seemed like a good moment to make an exception. After suspecting his secret identity for almost a year now and knowing it for half a year, she couldn’t believe he willingly told her. Personally, she wouldn’t tell anyone, but Peter trusted her enough to keep his secret.

He accepted the hug without protest, merely accepting the affection she seldom showed, let alone acted on.

“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t surprised?” He asked her, mumbling into her shoulder.

Pulling back, she couldn’t suppress the grin on her face. “Maybe because I’ve known for a while?”

Seeing his face jump from a sheepish expression to one of concern, MJ patted her shoulder lightly before nodding her head towards the fire escape.

“Maybe we should take this conversation inside where no one can see you without a mask on?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure.” He responded numbly, pulling his mask on before he got back into view of the ground.

Which was how Peter ended up pacing in her room as she clutched Beloved by Toni Morrison on her bed. The nerves of today finally caught up with her and the book acted as a grounding point. However, looking at Peter, she wasn’t sure who needed it more.

“I just didn’t want to force you to share with me this part of your life, you know?” She continued, hoping she could calm him down.

“I get that, MJ, I do, but that’s not what’s worrying me.” He told her, a mix of emotions evident on his features. “In fact I appreciate you letting me have that choice, but if you know, then I wonder how many other people do and just won’t say anything.”

Ah, there it was. Truthfully, MJ would be anxious about the same thing if it were her, so she didn’t blame Peter in the slightest bit. But, at the same time, MJ confirmed Peter’s secret life when he spoke to her in Washington. That high-pitched ‘What?’ could only be matched to the changing pitch that belonged to Peter Parker. He was sixteen, his voice has yet to fully deepen. And the timing and his disappearance added onto the suspicion but she didn’t relay that to him.

“Well I know because only you have that high-pitched of a voice, loser.” She told him truthfully. “You really have to learn how to disguise your voice at all times whenever you have the mask on.”

Peter rolled his eyes but nodded, taking what she had said into consideration and relaxing a bit. “So you’re not even the slightest bit surprised?”

“With all the loud whispering you and Ned do at lunch and in gym? Not at all, Parker.” MJ replied instantly.

“So I have to work on it?”

“Yeah, definitely work on it.”

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