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fanimesenseiwrites · 3 years

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Things the MC would bring back to their demon bois from the mortal realm:

Lucifer:

MC goes to second hand stores and vintage shops always on the look out for vinyl records that they think Lucifer would like.

Most of the time they try and bring back stuff he'd actually like, such as Tchaikovsky or Vivaldi

Once, they brought back Stravinsky's Firebird Suite and Lucifer wouldn't stop kissing them (once they were in the privacy of his room of course)

Sometimes the MC will bring back more modern music just because it makes them think of him

"I dunno, I just listen to Hozier and think of you"

Lucifer doesn't like all the modern music they bring back but he appreciates the sentiment just the same

Then there's the gag gifts...

Any kind of music that has a reference to the devil or Satan or hell is fair game

These gifts usually elicit an eye roll from the eldest brother but he keeps them all the same

This is why Lucifer owns a copy of "The Devil Went Down To Georgia"

So when MC brings back a copy of Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G minor, they're a little surprised at Lucifer's delighted reaction

"You know, I was the one who visited Tartini in his dreams."

MC's mind = blown.

"Also, this copy is cursed. I know you know how much I enjoy cursed vinyls."

"I- wait... What?!"

MC is very upset that they had a cursed vinyl in their possession this whole time

Mammon:

This boy loves stuff, and he loves MC, so he's gonna love any gift really

But MC knows he loves treasure and jewels and as much as they'd love to just bring him back nice watches and jewelery...

MONEY IS A THING, AND MC IS NOT MADE OF IT.

So MC settles for semi-precious stones instead

They always find fun and beautiful stones at museums and those metaphysical stores and they always pick out one that reminds them of Mammon

They're really nervous when they give him his first gift

"Hey, I got this for you and I know it's not fancy or expensive but I saw it and thought of you and I just wanted you to have it."

Mammon will love them until they die. He is really just so touched that MC thought of him. He'll try and play it cool though

He totally fails. MC won't tell him that though

MC brings him Lapis Lazuli and tells him it reminded them of his eyes and Mammon is now a puddle of lovesick goo on the floor

Mammon puts more shelves in his room dedicated to all the gifts MC gives him

One time MC brings him back some fool's gold in a teeny little jar on a chain, so that he can wear it

"Fool's gold? Why cuz I'm a fool?" Mammon asks with a roll of his eyes.

"What? No, cuz I'm a fool for you."

Mammon only love MC until they die? WRONG.

He's gonna love them forever now

He was gonna do that anyways

Leviathan:

C'mon, this boy is easy. Anime/manga stuff and TSL. Need I say more?

At first he'll be suspicious of MC wanting to give him gifts, but once they've convinced him that they're doing it out of the kindness of their heart he's really touched

The first thing the MC brings him is a pen with a little Ruri-Chan on the end of it

"I know it's not much, but I just happened to see it and I knew you'd like it"

Like it??????

HE LOVES IT! HE'S OVER THE GODDAMM MOON.

He's never seen anything like this in the Devildom and he doesn't think about the small stuff usually because he's too busy trying to get the big collectors edition items. So he actually really loves this.

MC continues to bring him cute small stuff like buttons and keychains and Levi loves them all.

His favorite item(s) that MC brought him is a pair of Lord of Shadows and Henry BFF enamel pins

He definitely tackle hugged MC when he got them

He gives the Lord of Shadows pin back to MC so they can each have one and show off their BFF status with them

Satan:

MC loves going to second-hand bookstores to shop for Satan.

Satan also appreciates new books, but there's something special about how his face lights up when he finds something old or rare. Anything with a little bit of history to it.

Of course, finding rare books for not a lot of money is a rare event in itself

So a safe bet is to bring Satan non-fiction, the boy loves to learn

But he really loves it when MC puts thought into finding fiction books that he would like

"I just really feel like you'd like Dean Koontz so I brought you one of my favorites by him."

Satan loves those gifts the most because he can talk to MC about the books afterwards

Satan's absolute favourite gift is a leather bound copy of Arabian Nights though

"I was thinking we could read this one together"

"Like you read it to me and pretend to be Scheherazade?" Satan suggests.

MC is flustered at the connotation of the suggestion but agrees anyways

The time they spend together reading that story will forever be one of Satan's favorite memories

Asmodeus:

He's a little harder to shop for than the MC had originally imagined

They tried bringing him make-up and skin care, which Asmo always graciously accepted, but he never seemed super excited about the gifts

But what else is to be expected from the guy who already uses only the best products?

MC suddenly gets an idea when they send Asmo a selfie of them at the park

- OMG! You're so cute! And the background is pretty too!-

MC starts dressing up and going to nice and beautiful places just with the intention of taking pictures

Botanical Gardens, museums, downtown skylines, anything that would make for a good picture

MC goes full on aesthetic art hoe just for Asmo

Only the best pictures get sent to Asmo

Asmo is LIVING for the looks their MC is serving up

- You are absolutely STUNNING! I'm in awe at these AMAZING pictures-

MC makes a scrapbook of the best pictures to give to Asmo the next time they see him

Asmo loves it and keeps it on display in his room always

Also, Asmo definitely makes MC their personal photographer after seeing the wonderful shots they took

Beelzebub:

Obviously, the boy loves food. He's always down to try new snacks from the mortal realm.

But MC wonders if there's something better that they could bring him

One day MC is at GNC for supplements for themself when they notice the workout supplements and get an idea

They grab some fun flavored protein powder and some BCAAs and a really nice shaker bottle just for Beel

Beel is actually really excited to get these gifts!

The Devildom doesn't have fun flavors of protein powder and the shaker bottle is such a great idea!

MC always brings new flavors of protein back for Beel, doing their best to find the weirdest flavors for him to try

Beel's favorite is definitely Birthday Cake.

MC starts bringing him new stuff to try too, protein bars, recovery supplements, collagen, and superfoods shakes

Beel tries everything and tells MC what their favorites are

"I love the BCAAs, I just wish the Devildom had them..." *sad Beel noises*

MC may or may not talk to Diavolo about researching BCAAs and getting them produced and sold in the Devildom

The supplements MC brings actually help Beel with his workouts and to control his hunger (a little)

Beel actually gets hotter??? Who knew that was possible???

MC definitely takes advantage of Beel's new 8-pack 😏😏😏

Belphegor:

What do you get the boy who only wants to sleep?

MC has gotten him stuffed animals and blankets and even a couple of nice pillows, but nothing seems to excite him

... but maybe that's just his personality??

It's not until MC accidentally leaves a sweater in the Devildom, that they figure it out

- You left your sweater down here- Belphie texts MC.

- Oh no, I'll just get when I come to visit y'all again-

- That's fine. I like having something that smells like you-

And the light bulb went off in MC's head.

Every time MC goes to visit they leave a shirt or sweater behind for Belphie, so that he can have something that smells like them.

Belphie loves how MC smells, its like a sweet dream all the time. It helps him sleep better when they're gone.

Belphie starts to complain when MC is gone longer than the item they left smells like them

(Which is every time)

So MC will start leaving Belphie more than one item, packing them in airtight bags so he can use them one after another until they return

Belphie can and will fight anyone who tries to take MC's clothing

"Mammon, you have two seconds to put that sweater back or I will kill you."

And Lucifer probably won't stop him

Diavolo:

He's honestly the easiest to please.

He's so fascinated with any thing that humans do that he'll enjoy any gift from the human world.

MC's first gift to him is a rubber duck.

"The duck is wearing a crown so it made me think of you and I just thought it was cute."

"I love it! What's its purpose?"

"Uh... to float around in the bathtub with you and look cute?"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Diavolo loves the rubber duck so much it gets his own silk pillow to rest on when it's not taking a bath with Diavolo.

MC brings him cute pens, and keychains sometimes bottles of wine if the bottle is cute.

"The bottle is shaped like a cat! Isn't that delightful?!"

MC's proudest moment was when they found a full and intact tea set at the thrift store

Diavolo immediately fell in love with it.

He insists on only using that set when having tea with MC

But his favorite gift will always be the rubber duck.

Barbatos:

He'll insist that he doesn't need any gifts but that won't stop the MC.

MC is with him in the kitchen in the Demon Lord's Palace when they get an idea.

KITCHEN TOYS.

Barbatos works so hard, he deserves some things to make his life easier and liven up the bland kitchen

MC's first gift is a vegetable spiralizer.

"You use it to turn zucchini and squash and the like into noodles so that you can do fun stuff with vegetables!"

Barbatos accepts it graciously, but he'll probably never use it.

MC brings him spices from the mortal realm and Barbatos actually really loves those.

When MC brings him a food processor, he offers to cook for them right then and there

Despite all the weird gadgets MC ends up bringing him, and there are plenty out there, Barbatos's favorite is a ladle that looks like a stegosaurus.

It's far more whimsical than anything he would've ever picked out, and he'll never use it, but only because he's afraid of ruining it, not because he doesn't love it.

At some point, Barbatos does ask MC to stop bringing him kitchen gadgets

"Why? Do you not like them?" MC asks with a pout.

"I appreciate all of them, but I have everything I need when you're in the kitchen with me."

If MC wasn't already in love with him they are now

Smooth bastard just doesn't want anymore shit in his kitchen

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slitherbop · 3 years

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.......Any papastuck hcs?

THANK YOU for giving me an excuse to publicly ramble about PAPA G AND CHUCK beware of Spoilers within ALSO HERE’S A PIC happy valentines day

When they met and Chuck was still Stuck in the floor, like Post-Chicken-Feed-Missing-Scene, Chuck would be RUDE as HELL to Papa G. But Papa G took it as realizing he’s just A Guy and was like AH MAYBE I SHOULDA BEEN GIVIN HIM REAL FOOD and then he does that, but Chuck is still a bastard to him. Not to The Kid’s knowledge tho, he only found out that Papa G knew about Chuck’s existence in the second episode like we saw.

Papa G literally just looked at Chuck and how Evil he was being at the beginning and was like OH YES WE CAN BE FRIENDS I LIKE THIS GUY cuz he DID save him and want him to be redeemed and have the last ring to be on the team... Papa G’s Immediate Trust.. like if u agree

I like to imagine that Papa G actually did have da iced tea with Chuck to get to know him :] this was Post-Chuck-getting-Cut-in-Half. Papa G is Very Curious about Chuck but Chuck’s still a rude little man at this point and Papa G laughs off his behaviour. Papa G might be f*cked up enough that he does enjoy his company, bad vibes and all

Chuck has NO idea what to make of Papa G here because no one else has ever shown him kindness or wasn’t annoyed at him. It doesn’t stop him from being a force of negativity though cuz at this point he still Believes he’s going to conquer the earth.

This ended up being like a timeline of their relationship and not relationship headcanon UUHH OOPS!!!!!

OK, Chuck actually likes that he calls him Charles it’s the special name :]

I’m prepared to be proven wrong but it would be epic if Chuck started calling Papa G “George” because he was there to hear that that is his first name and Papa G like with Tuna Sandwich doesn’t mind being called it, it’s just his name. Also George is my real name and I’d love to hear Chuck say. Also Also George and Charles are gay old man names

Uh oh I’m talking more about timeline stuff but some time after the events of the big showdown and they’re dealing with the fact that Chuck is deciding to stay here on earth, Papa G and The Kid make him his own living space there in the junkyard with them. Not sure where or what it’d look like but it means a lot to Chuck (makes this face -> 🥺) I’d imagine since his species aren’t given their own names / have individuality he wasn’t given a space of his own to do whatever he wanted with

Since they no longer have the rings, Chuck helps Papa G as an extra hand doing work in the yard (Papa G had to get used to doing stuff without being his own company :[ ) and Chuck ACTUALLY LOVES HELPING imagine that one scene where Papa G and Chuck are working together to build the ice cream megaphone truck, they’re both really skilled at building stuff and enjoy it so it’s like that pretty often!

I swear to god Papa G needs to get Chuck a wheelchair / make him one, I want to believe that he does have one and we just didn’t see it at the end of the time skip -_- :prayer: but they totally deck it the hell out (you KNOW Papa G is capable of making deadly death machines and you KNOW Chuck would absolutely love that sh*t!!!!)

Anyway back to the time skip relationship development thing: PAPA G SHOWS CHUCK AROUND HIS HOUSE I wish we knew what inside the house looked like besides the kitchen sink lol but Papa G figured if he’s gonna be around here more often he might as well show him where HE lives! Papa G is SUPER excitedly showing him all the weird stuff he’s accumulated over his lifetime. Chuck doesn’t Get the specialness of physical possessions and calls it Junk but Papa G doesn’t mind! He shows things and Chuck is confused about certain things (being an Alien) and Papa G is happy to explain everything to him.

Papa G shares Chuck his art and is showing him painting ;_; once again Chuck is a bastard and doesn’t totally get it. Papa G would definitely call HIM an artist, pointing out that all the building that Chuck does is artwork, those comics that he spent all that time reading was him appreciating the art, and that changes the way he views it. Chuck makes his own dam comics, I’d imagine the way he’d draw is very unique and the text is written in his language, and then it’s Papa G who doesn’t totally get it but is ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT IT!!!

Also Papa G totally takes Chuck out to the middle of nowhere to go look for junk, this is probably Chuck’s Least Favourite Activity LOL but they do spend a lot of time talking about anything, I’m really curious about what the kind of things they’d even say when they’re not faced with any threat and are only with each other *looks up at the sky in thought..*

Chuck please go off about your previous life away from earth I feel like as soon as he came here he kinda just accepted himself being Stuck Chuck and therefore had no attachment to being a nameless body in an alien army. Also Papa G please open up about your messed up secret history that warranted the government keeping tabs on you and made you live almost completely isolated.

See^ I think whatever they got going on on a DEEP LEVEL could be wild and would have so much to unravel, Chuck’s life before this was probably just 90% seeing various people DIE and was simply made to Kill people for his leader. And. you KNOW Papa G has something Messed Up about him + Is Traumatized / got “bad flashbacks” + the whole seeing himself die and being numb to it. And now that they are people who are trying to save lives on their team they could Relate to each other as the two older guys with UNKNOWN HISTORY!!!!

UUUUH OK SO SHIP HEADCANONS RIGHT. RIGHT. They hold hands :] they rarely kiss it’s mostly Papa G who kisses Chuck on the face but Chuck is forbidden from kissing unless Papa G wants to go to sleep. Also Chuck likes to be held by Papa G, they hug a lot :D Papa G takes Chuck out to the diner and gets him everything he wants <3 they go to the house and watch movies and Kid joins them too as a family ;_; Papa G goes to sleep in his god forsaken hammock with Chuck, and Chuck is like So This Is Your Weird-Ass Cocoon Huh and Papa G is like HAHA YUP and its sweet.

I’m gonna end this here thank you for reading, this is the kinda stuff I ramble on and on like this in private but I hope u enjoy some of my thoughts about this I think it’s a genius ship with so much potential and is my favourite thing right now THANKS

#SLITHER GOES HAM THE POST #kid cosmic #papastuck #stuck chuck #papa g #slitherdraws #i did draw a pic #Anonymous

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teresa-moyocoyotzin · 3 years

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short recap of my thoughts on 5x09

okay so i was gonna rewatch the whole episode and do a blow-by-blow reaction post but i’m not sure i’ll have time and i kinda wanna focus on watching my fave scenes from the show before tonight. also, everyone else’s reaction posts p. much sum up my thoughts lol

nonetheless, i just wanted to give my main takeaways on the episode a week later, in case anyone cares where i’m at going into the finale! gonna go over the things i liked first, anyone who wants to just remain positive and not see any salty takes might wanna just stick to reading the first part b/c i definitely rant a bit at the end lmao. we’re still having a fun time tho 😂

THINGS I LOVED

- i mean... i think we know LOL

- obviously. i loved james and teresa’s i love you scenes, and kisses, and OOF THAT SEX SCENE. if someone had told me we were gonna get that scene back in like 2017??? i probably would have started literally floating. i totally respect that people had very specific ideas of what they wanted out of those scenes and could have different feelings about it but NOT ME BABES I AM ECSTATIC!!! i did go into the episode with a ~feeling~ that we were gonna get at least one ILY in the episode, and i just had a feeling it would be james, or at least that he would say it first. i’ve already explained in my meta about the scenes why i think it makes sense that he said it first and why i love it that he did, so i won’t go into that here. but i went in having really no expectations for it other than that it was gonna happen! i was debating about whether it would happen really casually while they’re talking, or in like a big action scene, or really dramatic or what, and what i would prefer, and i came to the conclusion that i would love it no matter what lol, but i was really into the idea of james just. fucking. saying it. while they’re just talking about something really casually. so therefore i was pretty happy with it when we got sort of a mix! they’re talking about teresa’s insane death trap of a plan so there’s that drama of “i don’t want to lose you esp. not before saying ILY” kinda thing, but it’s also just. so simple and sure! and then teresa’s i love you is like the perfect scene for me where one character is super focused on something else (in this case, trying to protect the woman he loves! agh!) and the other is just like.. i love you!!!! SO GOOD

- let’s see, what the hell else happened in this ep?

- oh okay i really liked james and teresa’s vibes this episode, they were so focused on each other and had this very ride-or-die feeling about them like they knew that each of their plans was increasingly stupid and desperate and might not even get them where they wanna go, but they were IN IT TOGETHER no matter what 😭i wish we had gotten a callback to that line but at this point, i’m p. sure they Know they’re in it together, and we do too. so it’s okay. i love that teresa still asks his input and considers his opinions even if she does her own thing anyways haha

- oh on that note, i LOVED the moment where their plans to kill Kostya aren’t working and Teresa says something like “If I can meet with him in person, I can kill him myself” and James just has this LOOK that just is the epitome of the “I am in love with a women who is DESIGNED TO STRESS ME OUT” meme lol, it made me giggle, v classic QOTS moment

- oh and of course, I LOVED that scene with devon and james at the end!!!!!!!! i was also confused about how james was showing all his emotions in that scene esp. since he tries to be stoic about his feelings for Teresa around Devon, but now that i’ve read a few people’s thoughts about, it i’m fully on board w the theory that james and teresa already knew this was coming, b/c they’re smart, and b/c james knows devon wouldn’t have let him walk away to save Teresa at the beginning of the season without motivation (like having him in place to kill her when she’s no longer useful to the CIA) and THEREFORE james was sort of “overacting” to make it believable to devon (and the audience lol) that he didn’t know this was coming, didn’t want to do it, but felt like he had to, rather than the fact that they were already plotting a fake death. that makes a lot of sense to me and makes me really love all the layers to that scene. it does give me a little bit of hope that the finale ~teresa’s not really dead~ reveal will be at least a little well executed and not just shoved in at the very end. we shall see though!

- alright i think that’s what i loved about the episode, if u don’t wanna hear me bitching about the little things then u should probably stop here!! just have to get out some of my saltiness lol

THINGS I WAS ANNOYED ABOUT

- i’m just gonna get it out of the way, yes, i too was supremely annoyed at the amount of KA and Pote take suburbia; it was all 1000% predictable down to the raccoon and the cookies, and the point could have been accomplished in exactly 1 scene, maybe 2, certainly not like 10 or however many we got. whatever. ugh.

- okay. OKAY. chicho. we need to talk about chicho. i for one, am not mad that he called pote, my boy was stressed. I AM HOWEVER, mad at the writers for making pote come back after saying he trusted chicho to take care of teresa now. like. it totally devalued THE WHOLE THING!! imo, pote shoulda stayed his ass at home where we had to watch him settle all episode, and chicho should have gotten THE HERO MOMENT HE DESERVED (esp. cuz he’s on first name basis w teresa now??) which ALSO WOULD HAVE MADE THE SCENE WHERE TERESA GIVES CHICHO THE DISTILLERY AND THE BAR SO! MUCH! MORE! MEANINGFUL!!!!! or just made it make sense at all? like .... i’m just so confused by that whole plotline like what was the point? chicho does nothing but call pote and gets T’s whole legacy in NOLA?

- and don’t even get me started on how it makes ZERO sense that pote would have had to charge in at the last minute to save teresa when JAMES THE SNIPER W AMAZING AIM WHO IS LITERALLY. IN LOVE WITH HER. is standing outside like. ur telling me james and chicho (who again, is supposed to be her #2 after james now) just stood there like “oh hey pote yeah you go ahead we’ll wait here good luck” like WHAT also.. how did pote get past all the guards that made james stay outside? are we meant to believe pote is that sneaky? y’all. it just. doesn’t make sense. this whole plot situation maddens me more than anythings tbh UGH JUST MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

- oksana’s daughter..... what’s her name again? idk b/c we only MET HER THIS WEEK....okay this amuses me but i’m also annoyed b/c like. there were so many other women who could have taken that spot in the opening sequence... Lil T, Castel, hell even Isabela??? Like idk how they could have done it but they put so much effort into her plot in the first seasons that i really thought she was gonna end up w/ Teresa in the end.. idk that would have been kind cool, Camila’s two “daughters” eventually working their way out of the life together..again idk how they could have realistically done it but i really do wish it had been someone we met before. if it had to be someone new this season, they could have introduced her earlier instead of one of the seemingly dozens of random guys we knew for 1 episode before they died... like.. give her some depth please. is she even gonna be in the finale? honestly she better be after making us listen to pote welcome her into the family... like the family u were supposed to leave so u could have an actual baby pote? the family that’s literally dispersing as we speak? also.. since when did pote love oksana so much anyways? also...... just.. if teresa’s gonna have some sort of daughter figure or whatever she’s supposed to be, wouldn’t it make sense to have her be the one to give the big welcome to the family speech? idk y’all..... i’m amused but also baffled at the sheer lack of planning behind this. did no one realize they needed someone for the opening scene until like. halfway thru the season? did they plan to have it be castel but they couldn’t get her for filming (hence all the weird castel plots?) INQUIRING MINDS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW. it’s whatever tho lol

- i just hope that what’s-her-name gets a lil bit of plot in the finale esp. since otherwise it might just be pote running around being pissy (i don’t actually think that haha but i am a lil nervous that teresa won’t come back until the last few mins and i’ll have to spend all episode looking at boaz and devon and pote and KA.. i haven’t looked at any spoilers tho so i’m still hopeful! i will probably make a post about my hopes going into the finale a lil later, both realistic and unrealistic :)

#ik it's all been said before but i just had to get my feelings out before i could move on to the finale #the finale!!! wow.. crazy shit y'all #qots #queen of the south #jeresa #qots 5x09

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baepsaesbae · 4 years

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QuaranTime

Pairing— Kim Seokjin x reader x Min Yoongi

Genre— SMUT like str8 up pwp

Warnings— Double penetration, threesome, oral (f receiving), nipple play, a butt slap, masturbation (male), unprotected sex, sensual themes in general

Word Count— ~2.6k

Summary— Bored and horny with your roommates during a social distancing period. What could go wrong?

A/N— Hi everyone! I hope you’re all staying safe and healthy~ Here’s a little something that will hopefully help lift your mood. Please let me know what you think!

Your roommates have always been competitive. That was one of the first things you noticed about them when you moved in. They competed to see who could help you move in the fastest (which was a blessing since you didn’t have to do any heavy lifting). Living with two random guys was an interesting thing to get used to, especially when they were already friends. It’s been a year since you moved in, and since then all three of you had gotten pretty close.

Now, due to the ongoing pandemic, everyone has been ordered to stay inside. It’s been months now, and you could swear you were all going insane. Playing board or card games always resulted in a sore loser (one or both of the boys). Day drinking had become such a common occurrence that even the thought of alcohol made you guys feel queasy, so that was out of the question now.

“Whoever does the next grocery trip can get puzzles?” you offered.

“You think I wanna do puzzles with Jin? That guy has no patience. I give him five minutes before he starts getting bored,” Yoongi scoffed.

“You WISH you lasted five minutes!” Jin childishly argued.

“We all know you’re a one pump chump,” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

You observed them silently from the couch, doing your best not to smile. They’ve been your main source of entertainment during these trying times. Their bickering was comparable to cheesy reality TV shows.

“What are you laughing at over there?” Jin dragged you into the conversation.

“Can you guys make fun of each other’s sex lives later? Let’s get back to curing our current boredom,�� you responded.

“We have too much testosterone built up right now. Let us yell at each other for a bit first,” Jin said before turning back to Yoongi, “I think it’s pretty obvious who gets the most action around here!”

“You don’t SEE the girls I bang because I go over to THEIR place like a GENTLEMAN,” Yoongi raised his voice.

“So what? Are you guys gonna jack off in front of each other to prove who can last the longest?” you laughed.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jin’s squeaky laugh filled the room, “Unless…” he shot a sideways glance at Yoongi.

“There’s no way in hell that I’m doing that,” Yoongi immediately dismissed the thought, “But ___...how are you holding up?”

“Me? I’m fine. Online classes are weird but most of my professors are being super lenient so--”

“Not that,” he interrupted you, “You know…like uh...”

“He’s asking if you’re sexually frustrated,” Jin explained bluntly.

“Okay, I know I don’t get nearly as many dick appointments as you two but I make do,” you answered defensively.

“I may have an idea to settle our argument, but we’d need your help,” Yoongi tilted his head in contemplation.

“Are you guys both gonna fuck me?” you asked, now amused at the thought.

“Yes and no. If you’re okay with it, we’d be going at the same time. One in the front and one in the back. Unless you want both of us in the back, that part is up to you. Whoever cums first loses,” Yoongi explained.

“What does the winner get?” you try to mask your interest, it’s been so long since you’ve had any physical intimacy.

“They get to have fun with you all night long while the loser has to sit and watch,” Jin answered gleefully.

Both boys seemed to be completely on board with the idea. All they needed was for you to give them the green light.

“You guys are positive that things won’t be weird afterward?” you asked.

They both gave you their word. You took it with a grain of salt, knowing that neither of them have been laid in weeks. To be honest, you have been extremely horny lately. Living with two handsome guys wasn’t helping you. All rational thoughts were thrown out the window.

“I’d prefer one in the front and one in the back then,” you winked.

“Coin toss to see who’s where?” Yoongi suggested to Jin.

“Tails cuz I want that ass,” Jin answered with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Dammit, tails,” Yoongi announced.

“Are we just going straight into this then?” you asked nervously.

“Don’t be silly. We’re gentlemen, foreplay is our middle name,” Jin took you by the hand and led you to Yoongi’s room, “It’s your idea, so we’re gonna use your room,” Jin said before Yoongi could complain.

They sat you on the bed, and that’s when things suddenly got awkward. All three of you stared at each other in silence, waiting for the first person to make a move. You were beginning to doubt your decision, and almost opened your mouth to call it off.

“Can I kiss you, ___?” Yoongi broke the silence.

“Uh, sure,” you agreed, scooting over to make space for him on the bed.

Yoongi shyly sat down beside you, showing you a side of him that you’ve never seen before. He softly brought his hand to your cheek as your eyes met. Your heart was racing, and you were sure Yoongi could hear it as he leaned in closer.

Meeting Yoongi in the middle was a dream come true. Admittedly, you’ve had a minor crush on both of them since you’ve moved in, but who could blame you?

Yoongi’s soft lips brushed up gently against yours. You found yourself melting into his palm as he continued to cup your face. The kiss was gentle and intimate, something you never wanted to end. Until you were abruptly yanked from Yoongi’s grasp.

“Hey what the fu--”

“My turn,” was all that Jin said before his lips crashed against yours.

Unlike Yoongi’s tender kiss, Jin kissed you with such a ferocious passion, it was almost as if you’d been dating and he hadn’t seen you in months. His hands immediately began to wander across your body, starting from your hips and working their way upward. You softly moaned into his mouth when his hands slid under your shirt to fondle your breasts. You yelped with surprise when he began to pinch and pull at your nipples.

“You’re so sensitive,” he chuckled, “This’ll be fun.”

“Stop hogging her,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Make me,” Jin challenged.

Yoongi yanked you away from Jin, and pushed you onto your back. His plush lips connected with your neck, aka your weak spot. You stifled a moan as he began to mix in small nibbles with his kisses.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered you, his dominance reemerging.

You shook off your pajama pants, revealing a plain pair of panties. You suddenly wished that you had gone to change into something sexier, and as such your body involuntarily shied away from Yoongi.

Jin pinned your legs down. He was about to kiss your stomach when Yoongi shooed him away. Jin was displeased but obeyed anyway, curious to see what the younger man would do. Yoongi kissed a trail down your neck, between your breasts, across your stomach, and finally settled at the top of your panties. He planted kisses on your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy.

“Let’s get this off,” Jin focused your attention back on him as he tugged at your shirt.

“Then you guys have to take yours off too,” you huffed.

“Of course, princess,” Jin kissed your forehead, his sudden affection making you freeze.

He helped you take off your shirt, and in turn took his off afterward. You were about to make a comment on his physique when Yoongi flattened his tongue against your clothed core.

“Don’t ignore me,” Yoongi growled.

“Take off your shirt,” Jin reminded him.

“In due time, I don’t think she wants to wait any longer,” Yoongi said as he pulled aside your panties.

He licked up from your entrance to your clit. His tongue teased your clit in slow circles, causing you to moan. You covered your mouth in embarrassment, but Jin swatted your hand away.

“Don’t ignore me either,” he whispered as his lips once again connected with yours.

Jin played with your nipples as his mouth collided with yours. His kisses were wet and messy, but you didn’t care. You were lost in ecstacy. Yoongi’s mouth was heaven sent; every flick of his tongue had you moaning into Jin’s mouth. You gasped when he stuck a finger inside, curling to hit your g-spot.

“I think she’s ready,” Yoongi cockily stated.

“You ready for us baby?” Jin asked sweetly.

A simple head nod was all you could give them without getting too flustered. You couldn’t believe that you were in this situation. You were roughly flipped over onto your stomach before you could think too much about it.

The boys tugged off their pants and positioned themselves on either side of you. You looked up at Yoongi with anticipation. The moment he looked down and saw you, his cheeks reddened and he had to look away.

“You can take it out...if you want,” Yoongi muttered.

You didn’t hesitate to tug down his underwear, revealing his thick dick. You began to salivate on sight, you’ve never seen such a pretty cock before. You got closer to lick it when a sharp pain stung your ass.

“We have to go at the same time. Bad girl,” Jin admonished.

You felt him run his cock against your wet pussy, teasing you even more.

“Wait, shit. I should go get a condom,” Jin groaned in frustration.

“Just pull out,” you said softly.

“What?” the boys asked in unison with disbelief.

“I’m on the pill so it should be fine. I mean, as long as you’re both clean I’m okay with you guys pulling out,” you clarified.

“You sure?” Jin asked.

You nodded again.

“Alright then. Should I go get a timer?” Jin asked Yoongi.

“It doesn’t fucking matter. Please, I just want her to suck me off already,” Yoongi grew impatient.

“Fine, fine. In 3, 2, 1,” Jin counted down.

The boys entered you in perfect harmony. Jin’s long dick penetrated you deeply, and the curvature of his dick allowed him to graze your g-spot with every stroke. Yoongi let you take the lead as soon as the tip of his dick entered your mouth. He was worried about choking you, so he stood in place. Jin’s powerful thrusts made you gag on Yoongi’s cock anyway. Tears welled in your eyes as Yoongi hit the back of your throat.

There you were, being spitroasted between your roommates. Just the thought alone was enough to get you all riled up. Here you were, living your best life.

You did your best to flatten out your tongue to let Yoongi’s dick slide neatly in and out of your mouth. Unfortunately, Jin’s rough strokes had you moaning uncontrollably. Drool dribbled down your chin and there was nothing you could do about it. You looked up at Yoongi, only to find that his eyes were already set on you.

That did him in.

“Where should I cum? I’m gonna--oh fuck,” Yoongi stuttered as he unleashed his load into your mouth.

Jin was still thrusting, making Yoongi’s explosion even messier. Yoongi collapsed onto the bed beside you, defeated. Jin finally stopped moving and got off the bed.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked you.

You nodded after swallowing some of his cum. Jin came back with a warm washcloth and wiped off your face. He even handed you a glass of water. You were happy to see that his kindhearted nature was incorporated into every aspect of his life.

“No water for me?” Yoongi joked.

“No water for losers,” Jin said sternly, “Besides, the night is just getting started.”

You were flipped onto your back (which was a blessing, you were tired of having to prop yourself up with your arms). Jin smirked above you as his hand made a beeline down to your dripping pussy. He fiddled with your sensitive nub, making you squirm beneath him.

“You’re such a good girl, ___,” he cooed, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you right.”

He inserted himself back in. Instead of resuming his rough pace from before, he took an agonizingly long time to bottom out. He used the same slow pace to pull out. You figured he was going to do it again, but you were wrong. This time, he opted to roll his hips into you. The sensation was different, and it allowed him to set a rhythm that was optimal for both of you. Judging by the high pitch of your moans, he figured you enjoyed it. He was absolutely right.

Yoongi moved to cup your face once more. He was leaning in to kiss you when Jin forcefully pushed him off the bed.

“Dude, what the he--”

“Losers don’t belong on the bed. They definitely don’t get to touch her for the rest of the night,” he snarled as he brought your knees by your ears.

This position let him hit even deeper, which you didn’t even think was possible. Again, he began to roll his hips. He leaned over to kiss you, forcing you to moan into his mouth.

“Hold your legs for me, princess,” Jin whispered.

You complied. As soon as his hands were free, one of them began to stimulate your clit. He went straight to rubbing you quickly, wasting no time in toying with you. It seemed as if he was desperate to make you cum before he did.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted Yoongi sitting at his desk chair, his eyes fixated on you. His pretty hand was wrapped around his fat cock, pumping it quickly. It looked like he wanted to cum with you too. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and his mouth was agape as he concentrated on you. Yoongi gave you a little smile when you looked over at him. This time, it was his turn to make you come undone. That, and of course Jin going to town on you.

“I’m c-coming,” you announced as your body spasmed.

Jin helped you ride out your orgasm, his hand quickened over your clit. The extra stimulus made you squirt all over him, something you’ve never done in your life. Once he was sure that you’ve come down, Jin quickly went to jack himself off over you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he panted before he splattered all over your chest.

Again, Jin went to go get a warm washcloth. In his absence, Yoongi quickly made his way onto the bed to cuddle you. He was the big spoon, and he brought you in close to his chest.

“Did you cum again?” you giggled as you asked.

“I did. Don’t look at my underwear. It was the quickest thing I could grab to clean myself off before Jin came back,” he answered.

“Dude, my cum is still all over her,” Jin said when he got back.

Yoongi just shrugged and kissed your cheek as Jin wiped you off.

“Guess I’m the little spoon then,” Jin said as he wiggled his way into the cuddle session, “Did you enjoy it, ___?” he inquired.

“I did. Maybe a little too much. I’ve never squirted before,” you admitted.

“I can always make you do it again,” Jin laughed.

“I can do it too,” Yoongi chimed in.

“You think you can do that? You can’t even last in her mouth!” Jin mocked.

“You would’ve cum first too if you were in my position!” Yoongi yelled back.

“Looks like you guys have another argument to settle,” you joked, trying to join in the teasing.

“Bet,” Jin said.

“Oh, you’re so on,” Yoongi sneered.

They agreed that the new bet is to be settled at the same time, different place (Jin’s room) tomorrow. You wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your isolated days like this.

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kotsuvi · 4 years

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hq at the outdoor pool [hc]

a/n: i did this instead of posting “a month of sundays” and honestly i’m not even mad about it.

karasuno:

- asahi: definitely wears a speedo. that’s all.

- daichi: wears bright orange boardshorts. slathers on sunscreen before, during, and after being in the pool. literally will make suga throw him the bottle while he’s in the water. like this man does not want to burn. occasionally yells at hinata, kageyama and bokuto for being too loud but then goes and does a cannonball into a group of kids.

- suga: totally the type to hang around the shallow end and splash around with the kids. he’d just wade around and get a kick out of them and all of the mom’s would fall for him within the first twenty minutes. probably brings neatly sliced carrots for a snack. wears a hat to avoid burning his scalp.

- nishinoya: the kid that pretends to drown in hopes of getting the hot lifeguard to give him CPR. the first time it actually worked, but it totally backfired the second time. some rando old man “saved” him instead but noya got right out of there before things escalated. he didn’t go back to the pool for the rest of the summer after that. threw up in the pool once too. they had to drain it and it was closed for a week.

- tanaka: always screaming. slips on the pool deck and gets yelled at for running. this man will literally dive into the water from anywhere. once he nearly decapitated a kid because he dove in the deep end without looking. he’s about one more annoying shriek away being banned from the place.

- tsukishima: mans DEFO brings goggles to every pool. definitely. absolutely. hinata thought they were a joke and laughed at him for a solid twenty seconds before tsukki threatened to drown him. he does laps around the perimeter of the pool. purposely splashes water in little kids faces. yells at tadashi for swimming too close.

- tadashi: follow tsukki around the whole time. honestly not a very strong swimmer. literally almost drowned once but he doesn’t like to bring it up. he’s got checkered swim shorts. wears one of those white swim shirts that kinda looks like a wetsuit. kid always has goosebumps too, even if the sun is blazing. like teeth chattering. he does NOT like the water but has serious FOMO so he goes in anyways.

- hinata: dear god. him and kageyama hold competitions for who can make the biggest splash. they jump in front the diving board, the slide, the side of the deck; anything to try and create some waves. really tried to get asahi to throw him into the air. he thought it would be super sick and create this mega splash but he just ended up looking like a toddler being tossed by a middle-aged man. it was extremely embarrassing. boy probably wears neon boardshorts and has matching flip-flops.

- kageyama: he almost always wins biggest splash. he also threatens to throw small children off the diving board if they don’t jump fast enough. mans has zero patience with other people, but when it’s his turn he chickens out and then makes some excuse as to why he couldn’t do it. “oh, i got a headache”, “there were too many people in the line, it would’ve taken forever”. he also steals things from the lost and found outside the change rooms; mostly water bottles.

aobajoshai:

- oikawa: comes extremely prepared. like very. towels and sunscreen and snacks and lots of drinks. only for himself tho; sharing is not caring. he just dips his toes in the water, maybe stands on the steps that lead into the pool, then he gets out and tans for the rest of the time. has boardshorts with flamingos on them. will occasionally splash water on his chest because he thinks it’s ~hot~. it kinda is.

- iwaizumi: he says he doesn’t even like the pool, but this man goes HARD in diving competitions. yanno those little toys that you throw in the deep end and they sink and then you have to go and get them? well yeah, he’s addicted to those. he’s so competitive about it too. made a kid cry once. when he’s not in the water he’s helping tendou fill up bottles to dump on kuroo and oikawa. he says there’s nothing to do at the pool, but he literally is busy the whole time. barks at you to shut up if you comment on the fact.

- kindaichi: brings a giant green floaty and just drifts around the pool. literally had a nap on it once and burnt his body so bad that he couldn’t sit down for a week without excruciating pain.

- kyoutani: tries to hold his breath for way longer than humanly possible. passed out once. starts a fight in the change rooms over who gets to use the last shower. threw shampoo in oikawa’s eyes once and temporarily blinded him. pretty sure all the staff is scared of him, and honestly they should be. this man will literally kill you.

nekoma:

- kuroo: isn’t just acting like the lifeguard, he literally is the lifeguard. kidding, but he wishes he was. literally tests the chlorine levels of the water every time he goes there. him and kenma mostly just hang around the edge and talk. he tells off bokuto and tanaka for nearly beheading kids, but thinks it’s funny. he won’t want to get his hair wet, but tendou will absolutely take every opportunity that he can to dunk that man.

- kenma: get a feeling that this boy does not like the pool. it’s too loud for him, and the screaming kids (+ tanaka) get on his nerves. he just sits with kuroo and prays that noya will throw up in the water again and then it’ll be drained. he only went because hinata pleaded him to, but the boy ditched him for kags halfway through.

- yaku: literally spends the whole time bullying lev. told tall boy™ that if he went under the water for too long it would absorb through his ears and his lungs would fill up and he would drown. to everyone else he’s very caring. literally saved a kid from drowning once. stopped a fight between a jackass and a girl that was insecure about her braces. literally soft but not when it comes to lev

- lev: TERRIFIED. thanks to yaku he’s literally scared to go in the water for more than five minutes. mans sits on the edge and dangles his feet over the side. hates when his fingers and toes go all pruny. he likes to go on the pool slide though. constantly slips in the change rooms when showering and confuses the shampoo with soap.

fukurodani:

-bokuto: this man goes WILD. literally lives at the pool when it’s hot. the king of doing tricks off the diving board. seriously. never ever leaves that board. he’ll push kids over to get to the top first. literally never ever stops shouting. he’s gotten so good at tricks that people will literally pay him to try new things. the lifeguards like to bet on whether or not he’ll make it. ALWAYS has a different pair of boardshorts??? this man has so many clothes for some reason. he also brings a different towel every time. oikawa is jealous but he won’t admit it.

- akaashi: DOES NOT SWIM. can do it but chooses not to. mans would rather just sit in the shade and read a good book. bokuto forces him to film shit and post it all over his socials. the kind of guy that looks mysterious and causes girls to giggle and admire from afar because they think he’s a heartbreaker.

shiratorizawa:

- ushijima: wears shorts that are way too fucking tight for him. snatches the hot lifeguard away from noya without even knowing it. this man will literally just sit at the bottom of the pool for as long as he can. like takes a huge breath and then sinks to the bottom. he’ll just sit there. like you’ll be swimming and look down and oh! there he is, just sitting criss-cross at the bottom of the fucking swimming pool. tanaka dared hinata to lay beside him, but hinata almost drowned before he even got seated cuz the poor boy couldn’t figure out how to stop floating up to the surface.

- tendou: he swims with his eyes open like DRILLING into you underwater. tsukki was doing his laps once and tendou was just there like watching. he’s the kinda guy to pull the filters out of the side of the pool and examine what’s inside (literally just bugs and leaves and some plastic cap). drinks the pool water. runs on the deck as well. like sprints. spends most of his time bothering everyone else and freaking out other swimmers. doesn’t shower before getting in the water and doesn’t shower afterwards. probably doesn’t shower period.

- goshiki: always doing tricks. handstands?? you got it. a cartwheel into the water? yep. tried to backflip off of bokuto’s shoulders and got screamed at by the staff? yes yes yes. did a flip off the diving board and bellyflopped so bad that his entire body was red for two weeks? mhm. he always needs an audience though, even if it’s just a few 10 year old kids. his trunks fell down once when he was getting out of the water.

other:

- aone: kids are scared of him. he always looks like he wants to drown somebody, and there was a rumour that he actually did. of course he didn’t. mans doesn’t even really know how to swim. he just paddles around in the shallow end. wishes he was wearing water wings.

- terushima: goes to the pool for the snacks and drinks??? “don’t know, the food just hits different here,” is always his answer. he brings his own speaker and literally starts a disco between the lawn chairs. the staff don’t like him at all, but he buys so much fucking food that literally all their income is from that man. he rarely actually goes in the water. stole someone’s flip-flops once and ended up getting warts.

- atsumu: pulls some random girl up on his shoulders for a chicken fight. went through two phones in three weeks because he takes it in the water with him??? literally like on his phone while swimming. idk, mans just gotta stay updated on the twitter tea. 100% pees in the pool and blames it on kageyama.

- sakusa: does not go to the public pool. ever.

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joyful-soul-collector · 4 years

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Peter was scared

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Peter was scared. Not quite like “crushed by a building” scared, or “I have a history test tomorrow” scared, or even “maybe that wasn’t the best decision” scared, but a bit of all three and then some, mixing around in his stomach with all the terrified nausea in there.

And all just because he would be spending the weekend at the Avengers Compound for the first time. Well, that wasn’t the only reason, but he didn’t want to think about the other one yet. Aunt May was going to be out of town for a few days, and as soon as Peter had casually mentioned this to his mentor Tony Stark, Tony had all but insisted that he stay at the compound until she got back.

So here he was, sitting the backseat of a car headed for Upstate New York. And wishing more than anything that he wasn’t.

Alright, maybe not more than anything, Peter reasoned, watching the world outside flash by. I do wish I was bulletproof. What’s the point of superpowers without bullet-immunity? Or at least a way to make it really easy to avoid it. Like superspeed. But it’s fine, I can stick to walls and have super strength. Basically really stubborn wallpaper.

Peter spent the rest of the ride thinking about nothing in particular until he saw the large white building looming on the horizon, and he felt his stomach do a nervous backflip and his heart start to pound. And it only got worse when he saw Tony waiting for him, his hands shoved in his pockets and a smirk on his face.

“Hey there Underoos!” he said as Peter got out, lugging his backpack and a duffel bag with his clothes and toothbrush.

“Hey Mr. Stark!” Peter said, doing his best to mask the anxiety making him want to grimace rather than grin. Tony didn’t seem to notice, and Peter breathed a mental sigh of relief.

“Here lemme help you with that.” Tony held out a hand to take Peter’s backpack, but Peter held it just out of his reach.

“You sure?” he said with a smirk, knowing Tony would take the bait. “It’s really heavy.” As he suspected, Tony rolled his eyes and gave him an exasperated glare.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that. Gimme,” he said, making grabby-hands at the strap of Peter’s backpack. Peter slid it off his shoulder and held it out to Tony. As soon as he let it go Tony had to scramble to keep it from hitting the pavement, ending up with both arms wrapped around his backpack.

“Jesus--What the hell is in this thing!?” he said, struggling to get one of the straps over his shoulder. “Did you bring some tech in here with you or something?”

“Nope, that’s just my computer and my homework. And it’s actually a bit lighter than usual, I took out all my chemistry and calculus homework since I did it already,” Peter said. The look on Tony’s face made him burst into laughter, easing the knot of anxiety in his chest a bit.

“Jeez, how do normal, non-spider kids do this?” he muttered as they made their way to the front doors, hunching over slightly, and almost making Peter feel bad for not carrying it himself. Almost. He was literally asking for it.

“Well it definitely wasn’t a fun time back when I was a string bean with asthma. I had to use my inhaler any time I had to walk more than a block with that thing. Aunt May used to meet me outside our apartment building so she could carry it up the steps for me,” Peter said with a laugh, opening the door and holding it, letting Tony walk through and promptly drop the backpack on the nearest chair. When he stood up straight again Peter heard his back crack and giggled at the frown on Tony’s face.

“That’s it. I’m making a drone to carry your stuff for you. Cuz that--” he pointed to the offending bag, “--is bullshit.”

“I have super strength, it’s not really heavy anymore,” Peter said with another snort of laughter. “It would be better to somehow convince my teachers I don’t really need five hours of homework every night.”

“Friday, remind me to figure out how much money it would take for a teacher to be bribed into giving less homework,” Tony said as they walked to the elevator.

“Done Boss. Would you like to put in an order for pizza to be delivered for dinner?”

“You know me so well, Fri.”

The rest of the day passed pretty well, and Peter was distracted from his lingering worries by the gadgets in Tony’s lab and by the pizza and movies they watched together. But when Tony looked at his watch and told Peter he had to go to bed, he felt his heart sink.

“Wh--It’s not that late--”

“It’s ten o’clock kid, and even superteens need sleep. Plus I think your Aunt would kill me if I let you stay up any longer,” Tony said, picking up the empty pizza boxes and putting them in the trash before switching off the TV.

“Well, she doesn’t have to know--”

“As tempting as that is, you really should sleep. Believe me kid, you need rest to function, and I don’t wanna have to deal with a grumpy spider in the morning,” he said with a kindhearted smile.

Peter barely had the willpower to make himself smile back. Tony gave him a hug before sending him off to his room. Peter got changed into his pajamas, feeling dread rise in his throat like bile with each passing second. He cracked open his door before shutting off the light, taking a small comfort in the fact that Tony would be staying up a little longer. He climbed into bed and did his best to fall asleep before the light in the hall went out.

~~~

Peter’s eyes opened without his permission. He’d been asleep, and then quite suddenly, he wasn’t. But the effect of waking up was almost instantaneous.

He couldn’t even see his blankets in front of his face, the darkness was so thick. It was surrounding his arms like heavy ink, filling his lungs with black ashes and crushing him, crushing him like a ton of concrete. He tried to calm himself, to ground himself with something, but he couldn’t see, and the panic was making his fingers feel numb, and seemed to stuff his ears with cotton.

He threw himself out of bed, stumbling and feeling his bedside table for his phone, but when he couldn’t find it he felt the walls for a light switch. He wanted to cry when he finally felt his fingers graze the small switch, and he flicked it on.

Nothing happened.

“No, no no no no--” Peter whimpered, flicking it up and down and up and down, before feeling for the door still resting ajar. He stumbled into the hallway, and even though the windows provided a tiny amount of light, it was too cloudy outside to help much at all. Peter tried the hall lights, then the kitchen, then the living room, feeling tears tumble down his face as they all gave the same, terrifying result as the one in his room.

“Please, please please please work, please--”

“Kid?”

Peter jumped so hard he almost crushed the switch he was frantically flicking. He turned, and there was Tony, his arc reactor glowing bright through his thin pajama shirt, providing the light Peter had been desperately looking for. Peter had to stop himself from flinging his arms around his mentor.

“Wh-Why don’t any of the lights work?” Peter said, his voice trembling from fear and tears.

“There was a storm--the thunder really didn’t wake you? It knocked out the power,” Tony said.

“N-No, I… I have really loud neighbors.” Peter sniffed, wiping his eyes. “I-I’m s-sorry I woke you up. I d-didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine, I was just in my room reading anyway--Woah, wait are you crying?” Tony said as he came close enough for his metal heart to light up Peter’s face. Peter started wiping the tears away more quickly, ducking his face a little.

“Oh, uh, no it’s ok, I’m--”

“Oh Peter,” Tony said softly, laying a hand on Peter’s cheek and wiping a stray tear from his eye. “What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

“N-no,” Peter said, feeling his face grow hot.

“Are you sick? Are you hungry? Did you get hurt out on patrol? Peter you gotta tell me when these things happen--”

“No, no no no, it’s not anything like that,” Peter said. “It’s just… it’s stupid. It’s really really stupid.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that,” Tony said gently, pushing curls out of Peter’s shining eyes. “Whatever it is, it scared you, and you don’t have to be ashamed of being scared. Just tell me what happened kiddo.”

Peter ducked his head and squeezed his eyes shut, wringing his hands for a few seconds before he spoke.

“I-I’m scared of the dark!” he blurted. “I-I woke up and the light in the hall was off and it was so dark it-it felt like I was suffocating, and I couldn’t even see my blankets or find my phone and then the lights wouldn’t work and--” Peter broke off with a sob, burying his face in his hands. “It didn’t used to be like this! I used to be able to sleep fine! But now whenever I’m in the dark by myself I feel like there’s something crushing me, like I’m being buried alive by a bunch of concrete and bricks and dust--”

Peter started crying even harder now, the tears falling so fast and his chest growing far too tight to speak any more. Luckily, it seems he didn’t have to, because Tony circled his arms around him, pulling him tightly to his chest so that Peter's head laid right beside his arc reactor. He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair while his other hand rubbed his back as Peter slowly regained composure. When his sobs had reduced to small hiccups and sniffs, Tony spoke.

“There you go. You’re all spent huh? I haven’t seen you cry like that in a little while,” he murmured, starting to slowly rock them both side to side.

“I--I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I don’t care about the crying, it’s okay to cry, remember? And it’s not stupid to be scared of the dark. You’ve been through a lot Pete, and you’re still just a kid. It makes sense that you’re scared of the dark. It’s okay to be scared,” he said, still speaking in that soft, calm voice that made Peter’s shoulders relax.

“It’s just… kind of annoying,” Peter mumbled. “I know I’m safe, but when I wake up in the middle of the night like that I’m all like, disoriented and freaking out and too tired to get my thoughts in a logical row.”

“What do you usually do when this happens? Does your Aunt know about this?”

“Aunt-Aunt May knows, and I… I, um…” Peter trailed off, feeling his face turn bright red. Tony chuckled, causing Peter’s head to shake slightly on his chest.

“I won’t judge you kiddo. Just tell me,” he said. Peter bit his lip and avoided Tony’s eyes.

“I um… I have a nightlight,” he said. “It uh… it looks like your arc reactor.”

“Does it now? So even little toddler Peter liked Iron Man, did he?”

“No--I mean yeah, I did when I was little too, but um, my nightlight from when I was little broke a long time ago. Aunt May bought that for me after the first time I freaked out in the middle of the night,” Peter said.

“Huh. Why the Iron Man light?”

“It’s not an Iron Man light. It’s a Mr. Stark light,” Peter said. Tony had to think about what he was saying for a moment before he got it.

“Ohhh, I’m your nightlight?”

“Yeah.”

“I… I keep you safe? I stop the uh, the crushing feeling?”

“Yeah.”

“So, why didn’t you bring your, heh, your Mr. Stark light with you? Did you forget it?”

“No, I just… I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” Peter mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Oh kid… I’m sorry,” Tony said, resting his chin on Peter’s head.

“Huh? For what?” Peter said, opening his eyes in surprise when Tony hugged him a little closer.

“I clearly haven’t done a great job of making sure you know I wouldn’t make fun of you for something like that. I would never make fun of your fears kiddo, even if I did think they were silly. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear earlier,” Tony said.

“Oh. Um, it’s alright, it’s fine,” Peter said, not entirely sure what else to say, and absentmindedly tracing his finger around the edge of Tony’s heart.

“Heh, it’s not really, but I see what you’re trying to say,” Tony said with a small smile. “Well, since we can’t exactly go out and get your Mr. Stark light right now, why don’t you have the real thing for tonight?”

Peter blinked, then lifted his head off Tony’s chest, staring up at him in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“You want to sleep in my room tonight kiddo? I’ll be your light, I’ll make sure the dark doesn’t get you,” Tony said.

“A-Are you sure? I don’t wanna intrude or--”

“I’m offering, Spiderling, it’s not intruding if I offer.”

After a moment Peter smiled and nodded, and the two headed to Tony’s room. Tony was sure to grab Peter an extra blanket to help with his thermoregulation, and then they both slid under the covers.

“Goodnight kiddo,” Tony said, being sure his arc reactor wasn’t hidden beneath the covers.

“‘Night Mr. Stark,” Peter said with a yawn. “Thanks for being my nightlight.”

Tony smiled, warmth growing in his chest.

“Of course Peter. If there was only one thing I could use this heart for, I’d want it to always be your light in the dark.”

#irondad #irondad and spiderson #irondad fic #irondad fanfiction #tony stark #peter parker #marvel fanfiction #spider-man fanfiction #spider-man #spiderman #Iron Man #MCU #mcu fanfiction #my spidey boy #Tony freaking Stark

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frostedfaves · 4 years

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Nervous

Pairing: Jake Peralta x plus sized!reader

Requested by anon: what kind of requests do you do? like would you do a plus size! reader? cuz i have this idea for a Jake x plus size! reader were he has an very obvious thing for the ps! sketch artist reader who is like shy so Charles and Rosa try and set them up. like LOTS of fluff.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of insecurity but not much

“You’re staring again.”

Jake quickly cut his eyes over to Rosa for a second to scoff at her. “I am not staring.”

He definitely was. From the break room, he had a perfect view of you sitting at your desk. You were nodding along to a victim’s lengthy description as you sketched the picture currently being painted in your mind. He couldn’t help but admire the way your hand would glide across the paper as you drew, or the warm smile on your face whenever you made eye contact with the victim, in a successful attempt to keep them calm.

“You definitely are. Why don’t you just ask Y/N out already? You clearly like her.”

“I don’t like her...she’s just a really nice person to look at and be around and admire how good at her job she is.” He stopped and looked at Rosa, whose face hadn’t changed a bit. “Okay fine, I like her. But she doesn’t like me.”

“Yes she does.”

“She won’t even look at me longer than two seconds!”

“Maybe she’s just shy or whatever.” Rosa took a quick glance out in the bullpen and nudged Jake. “Heads up, Y/N and Boyle.”

“I’m telling you, best turtle egg omelette in all of Brooklyn!” Charles smiled at Rosa and Jake at the table as he entered with you following. “Hey Jakey and Ro-Ro!”

“Hi guys.” You directed a soft smile at both, lingering a little in Jake’s stare before quickly diverting your attention to making a cup of coffee with Charles.

“Boyle, did you tell Y/N about tonight?”

“What’s tonight?” You asked quietly, looking between Rosa and Charles and feeling your heart rate quicken slightly when you noticed Jake’s eyes on you again.

“I have the same question,” Charles added as he switched places with you to give you room to make your own coffee and joined the other two at the table.

“The movies. Jake and Y/N are joining us tonight to see that new horror movie that just came out,” Rosa told him with a glare that dared him to disagree with her.

“Oh right, yeah!” he quickly agreed, too nervous to do anything else. “I forgot to tell her, sorry.”

“I would love to go,” you told the group over your shoulder.

“Great. Come on, Boyle. Let’s go reserve some good seats online.”

Rosa stood, quickly dragging Charles out of the room behind her. You quickly cleaned up the small mess you made and turned to face Jake, who hadn’t said a word since you entered. Apparently he realized this fact as well, because he rushed to say something.

“So, scary movie tonight?”

“Yeah, I like them sometimes,” you quietly responded, moving your eyes to watch your thumb move around the edge of your mug.

“Noice…”

“Yeah...well, I should go. See you tonight!” You quickly left the room, almost sighing in relief once the pressure of being alone with Jake was gone. Unbeknownst to him, you liked him just as much as he liked you. You just assumed that he would want someone prettier, someone like Amy perhaps. Not that you didn’t think of yourself as pretty, but she just seemed more his type. His body type at least.

That evening brought you to the movie theater. Jake arrived first, and you found him sitting on a bench just inside the building, playing a game on his phone to distract himself from the steadily growing nerves.

“Hey, Jake,” you greeted him as you approached.

You watched him look up, slight frown instantly melting at the sight of you. You felt yourself shrinking inward a bit as his eyes raked over your body, wondering if the slightly over-sized sweater you’d thrown on over your jeans to hide the stomach you were insecure about had done enough, or if you looked worse than you thought. The doubt faded from your mind at the sight of his grin when he met your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” he told you as he slowly stood. “You just look really good. I mean you always look good but you...so where are Charles and Rosa?”

You laughed a bit, glad to not be the only obviously nervous one in a situation for once. “Um…” Before you could answer, a small ding came from your phone. You pulled it out from your pocket to see a text from Rosa.

Charles and I aren’t coming because we didn’t want to intrude on your date. Oh and tell Jake to stop being a little bitch and tell you he likes you.

“Everything okay?”

You look up at the sound of his voice with a grin. “You like me?”

“What? Who told you that? What?” Before he could fumble and embarrass himself any further, a text from Charles came in on his phone.

Sorry to deceive you, Jakey. Also Rosa told Y/N that you like her. Have a good date!

“I see who told you now,” he adds sheepishly as he puts his phone away.

“So is it true?”

Jake looked you over again, able to tell you were feeling slightly insecure just in the way you were standing. Suddenly he wished he’d said something sooner.

“Yeah, it is. I’ve had a crush on you for an embarrassingly long time but I wasn’t sure you liked me back. You barely say two words to me sometimes.”

“Yeah, I’m not that good at talking to people I have a crush on,” you told him with a giggle. “I was also trying to keep my distance because I thought you wouldn’t like someone like me anyway.”

“Someone like you?” he questioned with a frown as he stepped forward to grab your hand. “Someone super gorgeous and talented? Yeah, maybe we should go out to dinner instead so we can talk and you can learn more about what my taste in women is. Or...woman, at least.”

You bit your lip slightly to stop your grin from widening any further at the sight of his smirk. “I’m free for dinner.”

“Noice.” He flips your hand so his is on top and slips his fingers between yours, pulling you along with him as he leaves the theater. “You know, we can still watch a movie at my place after. I know a great Christmas classic,” he told you after you both were seated in his car.

You looked up at him as you fastened your seatbelt, eyes narrowed. “You’re talking about Die Hard, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. It’s Die Hard!” He took a second to admire you as you laughed, grateful for once that his closest friends were so pushy when it came to his love life.

#jake peralta #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta x fem!reader #jake peralta imagine #jake peralta x plus sized!reader #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine imagine #brooklyn nine nine x reader #b99 fic #b99 imagine #b99 x reader #b99 fanfic

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pwnyta · 3 years

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OK THIS IS MY IDEA FOR LIKE A VOLTRON SEASON... keep in mind I didnt watch the last season but nobody liked it so Im sure no one cares if I accidentally retcon stuff.. HERE GOES-

BOOM

Starts off with Coran. Hes staring up at some screen with a bunch of weird alien science bullshit on screen. He looks kind of more aged and tired which is a little concerning because his species is seemingly like immortal. But hes staring up at this screen and hes starts talking to Allura... whos not there its more like ‘where could you be, I still feel like youre out there somewhere‘ that kind of thing...

Romelle comes in and starts like ‘Coran you gotta stop with this. You gotta move. whens the last time youve talked to someone besides me or this screen.’ etc and Coran just looks sad because hes kind of been left behind and he misses the last family he really had left. and hes all ‘I feel like shes still out there... I wish she’d just give us a sign‘ and Romelle feels bad but tries to convince him to step away...

WHEN SUDDENLY some of the alien tech starts picking up some weird interference and Coran and Romelle are like !!!!! Holy shit... and now Romelle is a little on board and Coran grabs a communication device or w/e.

hard cut to Pidge and Hunk. Theyre just fucking around.. I havent decided more about them but lets just say theyre like playing a game late at night and goofing off surrounded by weird inventions and random junk... Pidge loses and Hunk gloats and theyre surprised when their phone rings... (of course Coran would contact them first) but MOVING ON

Lance is still like working on a farm somewhere or w/e he was doing at the end of the series, just with his big family and looking pretty pleased... little girl runs up and tells him grandma said hes got a phone call so he picks her up and heads in.. and then you find out the little girl is his daughter and hes a good dad and its very cute. also he has beard in these moments cuz it can be funny later.

Then we get to Shiro... whos sleeping. Hes all stressed out.. think that scene in IM3 with Tony... like hes not gotten any sorta therapy. And he wakes up all sweaty and startled and Curtis comes in and is like ‘Oh honey are you ok... I thought I heard you wake up‘ something something showing a cute relationship with the fellas. PHONE CALL.

Then were with the Blade. Full suited up Blades are training, ones way bigger than the other, theres some other smaller Blades at the side watching... its clearly some kind of battle instruction... This is were Keith is gonna be re-introduced but boom smaller Blade gets knocked back and helmet phases away to reveal some little gremlin mad that they got bested. A little hot headed moody thing and then the instructor phases his helmet away and its KEITH. Fully purple. Those hints that Keith was getting more Galra-like... now this. Krolia comes in to tell him Coran has called and asked him to come by because something important happened.

At where ever Coran is at the Paladins start showing up. Make it really clear that they havent really kept in touch much...

Pidge and Hunk meet up with Lance... see his beard and start RAILING on him. Like WHAT IS THAT?! And Lance fights back because he thinks the beard makes him look manly but Pidge laughs and Hunks like...//strokes his own beard and Lance is like ‘HUNK HAS A BEARD!‘ but Pidge is all ‘HUNK HAS THE FACE FOR A BEARD YOU LOOK GOOFY AS FUCK‘ And Lance is like ‘Whatever what do you know!‘

then Shiro is like ‘Geez you guys are already bickering?‘ Pidge is super excited to see Shiro and Lance is like ‘AH YES. A man of great honor and refined taste!! SHIRO... Tell them my beard looks good!‘ and Shiros all :).......... yeah. But its obvious hes just trying to be nice but hes a bad liar and Lance is like ‘GOD DAMN IT‘ and the others laugh.

Keith comes in fully Galra.. the other Paladins are like ?!!?!? WAT. And Keith is like hey! all casual about it, offers a hand to Shiro for their little hug thing even tho even Shiros still like ‘Purple? also youre taller than me now? Dont like that.‘ but Keith is like ‘wtf is up with the beard?‘ and Lance is all ‘I DONT WANNA HEAR IT FROM YOU.‘

Cuz hes fucking purple.

But they get to Coran and Coran goes off with a bunch of alien tech speak and only Pidge and Hunk are really following along but they look a little skeptical when he starts trying to mash pieces together like ‘Oh this could be Allura trying to communicate with us! Maybe we can get her back!‘ which of course hooks Lance immediately.

At the chance to maybe create some cool new device Pidge and Hunk are ready to work with Coran to make some device to pin point the anomaly and maybe create some kind of universe jumping portal... they remember that comet thing from that weird AU episode so they know its technically possible. Keith thinks its a bad idea and Shiro trusts his instincts cuz he wasnt really there for that so he has no input.

BUT it happens anyways and more information on the anomaly is given with Pidge and Hunks machine. they find its one life form thats not like something enormous and they get a little more into Corans mind set. Maybe this really is a Allura.

Theyre willing to risk it.

Something something they build a machine and some kind of containment area to try and ease Keiths mind. Theyre suited up prepared for whoever it is that might come through.

But its clear when the figure steps through the portal that its not Allura and probably not an Altean at all. Weird number of toes, really tall. They suspect Galra and they know there are still rogue Galra out there so they keep their guard up but then the person looks over at them and immediately removes their mask and its Ulaz! and hes like ‘OH FUCK! Shiro!!! (not exact words... I dont do dialog leave me alone)‘

and Shiros ‘ULAZ!!!!‘

Ulaz can look a little different, maybe his mohawk hair is longer and braided so he looks all cool but also like he hasnt been able to maintain his hair, hes got some scars on his face, maybe he lost an eye or something.

And everyones a little excited to see him especially Shiro and even Keith cuz thats one of his Blade brothers! The first one hes met really... (Coran and Lance are not quite as happy...)

After a brief moment of joy Ulaz is quick to inform them of the AU Alteans.

They get filled in. They find out that those Alteans are also looking for Allura... which Coran is like ‘Allura really is alive!!‘ but its not that important to Ulaz at the moment cuz hes just going on about the number of followers Hiras got and theyve been fucking around in the universes gathering followers and power and shit.

Then hard cut to Hiras fleet and that bitch is PACKIN.

THAT WOULD BE FIRST EPISODE SET UP. //a fanfiction by Ewim

what do you think...

#I know its like 11pm and everyone hates VLD BUT HEAR ME OUT!#VLD

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7demonhoes · 4 years

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The demon boys during a night out drinking with you

This turned out a little longer than expected, whoops. Hope you like it!!

Warnings: alcohol mention, swearing

Gender neutral MC

Mammon:

Ya’ll know the avatar of greed doesn’t know when to stop when he’s having a good time

So when the two of you decide to go bar hopping, he goes a bit crazy with his liquor

He’s taking shots of rum and tequila like the Four Horsemen are going to ride through the Devildom the next morning

Even with that devilish tolerance of his, he feels those shots eventually and is staggering by the time you two decide to go home

"MC hold my hand" "MC carry me"

If you hold his hand, he swings your arms back and forth like a giddy little kid

He loses that tsundere personality when drunk, instead using every excuse to touch you-- an arm around your shoulder, curling a finger around your hair, teasingly poking you in the side

"MC I have a secret but I can't tell you what it is shhhh" *mushes his finger against your lips*

While you walk home, if some demon even tries to LOOK your way he's shrugging himself off you to go fight the poor bastard

"You lookin' at MY human? I got dibs on that one, ya hear?"

If you don't snuggle with him for at least half an hour once you get back home he'll be pouty for the rest of the week.

Satan:

One day you wake up with the best idea: sneak drinks into an escape room and try to get out together while absolutely plastered

*Cue detective Satan*

"MC I've connected the dots. I know who locked us in here."

"Satan that's not the point of this at all."

"It was the man who was pretending to be helpful by showing us around the building. He locked us in here."

"Satan that's literally his job"

Once he finally remembers what you're actually doing there, he solves the riddle in minutes.

You spend the rest of the night wandering the shops of the Devildom, occasionally wandering into a restaurant or bar to get some more drinks.

Satan gets the drinks with the coolest names or the beers with the most aesthetically pleasing bottles/cans

You guys decide to head back a little early but once you pass a park on the way home Satan dashes into the trees

"What the FUCK are you doing??"

"MC shush I heard meowing!"

Aaaannnd now you two are hiding a cat in the HoL. Satan is glad to raise a child with you.

Asmodeus:

Bitch you're going CLUBBIN

You guys coordinated your outfits and are looking fine af

Asmo is all about class: Martinis, cosmos, pretty much anything in a fancy looking glass

Drinks just as much as Mammon but mostly because you two are dancing so hard he barely feels it

"Honey you're looking fine but that outfit would look much better around your ankles"

When the two of you have to pee, you become best friends with every other drunk person in the bathroom

Compliments and flirts with everyone he sees

His dancing is very…. Sensual. Yumm

Once you guys decide to walk your sore feet home, he has his arms wrapped around your waist the entire time

"Oooh we have to do this again! I had the greatest time with you!"

If you're feeling like having some fun with him, you know that the night is far from over

All of the other brothers are jealous the next morning because you and Asmo are giggling at your new inside jokes during breakfast

Beel:

The bars you want to go to have snacks? He's in.

He's just happy to spend time with you

He drinks for the taste-- he likes beer, especially stouts

It's a pretty chill night, honestly-- the two of you sit and talk in dimly lit, quiet bars

You hit one last bar, thinking that it'll be a short stop but you end up staying there until close because of the wonderful conversations you're having

You stand up to leave and the world swivels around you. Holy crap did you actually drink that much???

Beel's obviously feeling it too, but he's more focused on keeping you from stumbling than his own lack of sobriety

He ends up getting too worried that you'll fall so he just sweeps you off your feet and decides to carry you bridal style

His chest is a very nice pillow cuz, you know, tiddies

He's super affectionate while drunk. He nuzzles his cheek on the top of your head while carrying you, humming quietly as he does

"You can go to sleep MC, I don't mind, even if you do snore"

Once you get back home, he carries you up to your room and gets you ready for bed-- he even goes so far to do your skincare routine for you.

He decides to lie down with you (just for a bit!) but accidentally falls asleep with you curled in his arms. He greets you the next morning with a huge, warm smile

Levi:

By some miracle, you convinced him to leave the house

He complains a bit about not being surrounded by his 2-D friends until you find an arcade that also serves drinks

The two of you compete in Every. Game. Loser has to drink.

You're sloshed pretty quickly. You think you could beat a nerd who's constantly playing games in his room? Sucker.

Levi likes fruity drinks. He's not ashamed of it, but he never really drinks in front of his brothers because they tease him for it

"You're different, though. I mean, whatever! It's not like I care what you think! I mean don't get me wrong, I like you a lot but-- GAH!"

When he's drunk he's actually hilarious. Everything he keeps to himself is just blurted out of his mouth and damn that boy is funny

"Business idea: Fuckin…. Light Up Heelies. If I wore those babies to RAD I'd be drowning in bitches"

On your way back home, he decides to tell you all of his secrets. Nothing is embarrassing when you're drunk. He will later regret this.

"MC you could punch me in the face and I think I'd say thank you. No really. Just punch me. I've been thinking about asking you for weeks"

The two of you stay up late watching stupid vines/tik toks and laughing so hard that you wake everyone else up

Belphie:

It's really hard to get him drunk because after a few drinks he gets even sleepier

You jokingly suggested that you just hook him up to an IV filled with vodka and he said yes. You think it's a horrible idea but now he wants to try it

You compromise by taking five shots back to back

You realize that was a mistake pretty quickly but Belphie feels awake enough to go out

You guys go to lively clubs and bars, but Belphie's version of dancing his bobbing his head while sitting down

Trying to keep up with demons is hard. How are you this drunk. Belphie's barely even tipsy and he's had more drinks than you

Homeboy likes to order the grossest kinds of alcohol on the menu "What? It's cheap"

"MC want to see something fucked up" *does it without waiting for your answer*

He tries to convince you to give him a piggyback ride on the way home

The kind of drunk that calls you names the entire night like "loser" "crackhead" "my dumb human"

Tries to run into ongoing traffic like seven times

Tells you he wants to play games and chat when you get back home but he just passes out against your doorway

Lucifer:

This man is all about dimly lit, classy establishments that serve overpriced cocktails with cool names and ingredients

Definitely a whisky/bourbon/wine guy

There's a piano at the lounge. You tell him to go play it, and he flat out refuses

*Four drinks later* "And here's a song I wrote for you during the lonely hours of the night"

He slowly becomes more and more affectionate-- placing his hand on top of yours, touching the small of your back whenever you walk anywhere together, resting his palm against your thigh

Compliments your outfit all the time

He slowly lets his guard down and he starts fondly talking about all of his brothers and tells you his favorite stories

You thought Mammon was an attention-seeking drunk? He's nothing compared to the touch starved, caffeine deprived Lucifer

"MC let's slow dance" "MC I'm so happy you're here" "MC I wish you could stay with us forever"

He keeps you close on the way home, his arm around your waist. He occasionally digs your face into the crook of your neck and his hot breath triggers goosebumps to tingle along your flesh

"Sometimes I dream about you, me, and Diavolo traveling to some distant country and living together without ever thinking of the world's problems"

Cooks for you when you get back and uses every excuse to stay up just a little bit longer with you

#Satan's and Levi's are my favorites #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Reader working in retail dealing with a rude customer and Erik is a regular who steps in to put the customer in their place.

“Who the fuck is the manager for this place?”

An angry white woman with thin brunette hair wearing a floral blouse with navy blue slacks marches into a thrift record and book store located in Soho. She had an old record in her hand; a Hall and Oates classic. Looking around with beady angry eyes, she presses her thin chapped lips into a hard line.

“Hellloooo?!!! I said who is the got damn manager of this dump?!!”

Y/N, the manager in question, was ringing up a few customers, wishing them a good day before closing her register. She heard the loud woman loud and clear. Y/N had dealt with this same woman and her daughter on plenty of occasions but they still decided to show their faces. If you had a problem with the thrift store why continue to come back? She wasn’t going to entertain them today.

“Y/N, you want me to call the police?” Y/N’s cousin, Layla, came into the thrifted shop to help every now and then.

“No, it’s cool. I can deal with it. Just get the bat ready just in case I gotta crack some skulls open.”

Clearly, the woman and her daughter didn’t know who they were messing with. Y/N is skilled in jujitsu and she could swing a bat at your ass like you were a baseball. She had to do that to some drunk man one evening who thought he would come in and rob her.

“How about that African stick that Erik got for you? The Nguni stick?”

A sly smirk slid across her face at the mention of his name. Erik Stevens was a regular of hers at the thrift shop. He would come to see her almost every night since he lived in a fancy condo in Soho, Manhattan. Layla was convinced that Erik had a huge crush on Y/N but a man like him couldn’t crush on Y/N. He was gorgeous. Full head of short moisturized dreads, fresh shape up, smelling like coco butter and mango butter, skin smooth and blemish free minus the smooth cemetrical scars on his arms. Manicured nails, white teeth, smooth moisturized lips, muscles everywhere, a deep raspy voice with an allure that has her weak in the knees. Y/N could talk about Erik all damn day and swoon.

“Yeah, bring out the Nguni.”

Y/N adjusted her skater skirt before walking around the register to approach the angry white woman. Her daughter was just behind her with arms folded and a scowl on her face. Let the bitch try something. They were just jealous because Y/N made more profit than they did at that musty ass boutique they owned. Hating ass bitches.

“Can I help you?!” Y/N approached with obvious annoyance.

“I want a fucking refund!!” The woman shook the record in Y/N’s face with rage.

“This piece of shit won’t play!!! You gave me a fucked up record and I want my damn money back.”

“Non-refundable.” Y/N cut the woman off sharply.

“Excuse me?” The daughter decides th speak up now.

“I SAID. Non-refundable. Now can y’all please leave my fucking store this is a regular thing with y’all two.”

Both of their faces grew red like a beet. Y/N was ready to handle their ass if they tried anything.

“See, what kind of owner tells their customer that? You are supposed to be selling good quality items at a thrifted price and you can’t even do that?” The woman expected her words to cut deep but they didn’t.

“Sounds like hate to me. Now it’s time for y’all to go and don’t come back I’m sick of seeing y’all face. Y’all supposed to be running a boutique, right? Ain’t making no money coming up in here with all that bullshit.”

At that point, both the woman and her daughter walked closer like they wanted to do something. Layla walks around the counter, Nguni stick in hand. Luckily there were no other customers in sight. Too late, the door opens and in walks Erik Stevens dressed in an oversized denim jacket, white t-shirt, black cargo pants, and some black timbs. The smile on his face faded once he saw the angry glare on Y/N’s beautiful face.

“Y/N, what’s going on, baby girl?” Erik steps forward, shoulders squared. The sound of his voice made Y/N’s heart melt. She looked up at him, eyes softer now and eyelashes batting like an innocent girl.

“Don’t worry yourself handsome, they’ll be gone real soon.”

The woman looked over her shoulder at Erik, looking him up and down with disgust. Erik was used to that look and it wasn’t about to faze him at all.

“Got a problem with your eyes?” He says while taking his place next to Y/N.

“Are you her husband or something?” The daughter asks with interest. She was loving the sight of Erik and it made Y/N want to gag.

“Dont worry about all that. What’s the problem?” Erik folds his toned arms across his chest, legs in a wide stance.

“I want my money back that’s what,” the woman points to the record angrily again, “it won’t play! She’s selling items that are damaged! I need my money now or I’m not leaving.”

“Oh, you’re leaving. Now.” Erik says with a predatory voice. The woman and her daughter slightly jump at the change in tone. No longer was it smooth and hypnotic. It was dangerous and scary.

“Andrea, call your father,” the woman asks in a hurry.

“Bring your husband and watch I toss his ass out of here.” Erik laughs.

“ARE YOU THREATENING MY HUSBAND?!!” At this point the woman was beyond distraught. She looked like she wanted to cry. What did she think she was coming in here to get her way? It doesn’t work like that.

“You, your husband, your daughter,” Y/N says with a sly smirk, “step foot in here again and see what happens.”

“Free country!” The daughter, Andrea, yells over her mothers shoulder, a pinched look on her face and her chin held high like she was something.

“Layla, pass me my stick,” Y/N reached for the stick, grabbing it in hand to show them that she wasn’t all talk. She meant business.

“Look, she’s gonna use her stick. Do that and we’ll call the police.”

“Nothing new with y’all people anyway. Why don’t y’all just get the fuck out?! You don’t want Y/N and Layla to put hands on y’all, right?” Erik was just as fed up with the shit. Even in this moment Y/N was extremely turned on.

This was going on long enough. Y/N could tell that the woman and her daughter were loosing it, realizing that they weren’t going to get their way with this.

“Well? I don’t see y’all moving.” Erik barks out. The door to the shop opens and a stout man with grey receding hair and a mustache that reminded you of the end of a broom steps forward with his fists balled like he was about to do something.

“What the hell is the problem!!!” He yells. He sounded like a sailor. A fucking Popeye.

“Nothing, dear, go back to the shop.”

“Oh, there is a problem. Andrea texts me about coming here because some man is making threats to my family! My brother is a detective he will have you arrested, pal!”

He wagged his finger at Erik who stood there with a wide grin.

“Go ahead, super Mario looking mother fucker. Shit don’t faze me. All I’m saying is, your salty ass wife and daughter need to bounce. This ain’t their place, they are trespassing.”

Erik Shrugs, “so what’s it gonna be? Cuz y’all getting too comfortable.”

The woman and her husband share looks while Andrea watches from the door with a sour expression.

“...Becky, lets go.”

The mention of her name made Y/N laugh. Erik had to nudge her shoulder to stop her before he broke out into a fit. He needed to keep it serious if these people were to leave. Finally.

“No! No Robert!” She was on the verge of tears.

“Becky...we have to close up shop. Plus, let’s not get involved with these types of people. You don’t know what they are capable of. One of them has a damn stick dont be surprised if they don’t have a gun.”

His words cut deeply. He knew what he was doing saying that. Erik’s eyes squinted at the man, his jaw clenched tightly. He was trying his hardest to keep his cool after that purposeful comment. He wanted to provoke them so they could give him a reason to call the police or continue to stereotype them.

“FINE!!!” She throws the record down, the sound of it breaking catching all of their attention. Without a care, she turns, pushing past Robert and her daughter to leave. Robert gives Erik and the others one final look before leaving himself, stepping on the record with a stomp before exiting. Layla, Erik, and Y/N watch the doors close, all of them collectively sighing before shaking their heads.

“Some bullshit,” Layla says, “makes me wanna follow them and beat their ass.

“AINT worth it, shorty,” Erik says with an exhausting voice, “they gone, let them go back to that funky ass store and continue to hate on Y/N.”

Erik pulls Y/N in for a tight hug, “I don’t play with that shit. Fucking with my girl like that. Mad she flexing on y’all.”

Y/N allowed herself to smell Erik. He smelled just as tantalizing as he always did. He was so warm and big, big in a protective way. She loved the fact that she could feel every single muscle through his thick layer of clothes. His lips pressed into her forehead.

“You knew I had to stop by before I headed home, girl,” Erik pulls away from her, looking from the stick he gifted her to her pretty face. He never got the courage to ask her on a date but Erik knew she was feeling him just as much as he was.

“I was wondering when you would come by,” she looks away shyly, “thanks for sticking up for me, you didn’t have to.”

“What I just say?” Erik arches a single brow. Y/N licks her lips nervously.

“You hear me talking to you?” He grabs both sides of her face, making her look up at him.

“No body. Messes with. My girl.”

His words cut deeply like a sharp knife. She could feel it sinking deeply within her veins. His girl. That’s what he referred to her as.

“Okay...” she was being timid. Erik laughs, his hands on her waist.

“You got them books I wanted? The Malcom X ones?”

Y/N knew Erik could buy them online but he wanted to be near her. She fought to squeal about that.

“Yeah, I saved them just for you.”

“Good, show me.”

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Sunflowers in the Cemetery pt 1

OMG okay so... I feel like I have to post this now. If i don’t then this will probably be a full blown novel... and I mean I wouldn’t complain but I have literally been working on this for months.

So this is a story about two of my OCs :D how they met actually. At over 5k words and 13 pages long, its one of my longest works and I’m so super proud of it you guys. I came to a stopping point and...While the story isn’t fully done, I’ve decided to make it a part one of however many (pls don’t kill me ;-;)

Its a bit pg13, mentions of sex and cursing

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Music pumped through the speakers around the club, vibrating the wood of the floor and bar, a pulsating beat that made you want to grind and sway and move. Well, the music only helped add to the atmosphere of sex on the dance floor, in truth, there was something else that seemed to be at play here. There weren’t many places like this in a smaller city like this one, and it definitely wasn’t the alcohol that brought the demon here. No, it was definitely the sex. A hand clapped him on the back and took his predatory gaze from the crowd of writhing bodies. “You know Andras, I don’t much like demons in my place of business but for you I’ll always make an exception.” The male beside him was a friend of a friend’s, and his club wasn’t one that especially catered to the supernatural, more a way to get food if you were invited to prowl and were smart about it, though Liam had never expressly liked his kind. “Is it because I’m pretty Liam?” Andras smirked, sipping whiskey that would never get him drunk. “Or is it because when I’m here you make more money than you know what to do with?” He batted his eyes as the vampire laughed, flashing his fangs and then leaning into him. “Both. Are you hungry tonight Andi? Cuz I’m starving..” Liam purred, green eyes flashing red, a spark within the depths, and having little effect on the incubus. Andras in turn smiled, though his own deep blue gaze was hard, and rolled his neck….a tease for the male and a little something more. Around them it seemed like the humans grew frenzied in their grinding, the aura of lust rising. Prince was only a title he had once held, but it was a title and a bloodline in itself and Andras came from a rare breed of Incubi, his power and aura like another part of him. Like breathing. It flowed out over the crowd of humans, heightening their touch, their lust... “Don’t call me Andi….but yes I could most definitely go for.... a bite...” He responded with a wicked smile as he looked out to the crowd once more and caught the shy gaze of adoration on a younger male, human but very willing. Ah he knew that look, one that said, ‘oh please come here and wreck me.’ Who was he to deny that wish? “I’ll catch you later Liam.” He said as he slid off his barstool, the picture of liquid heat and raw sex and ...gods help the multitude of humans he’d burn through tonight. True that he could feed on just the lust in the room, the arousal, but it was like water to a starving man. Empty calories, and not only that but it would take longer, even through chaste touch, as skin to skin heightened his ability to use his power. It was so unsatisfying.

Tonight he wanted a full course meal... ~~~~~~~~~~

It was as dawn was just peeking out over the city that Andras slipped out the door of whatever apartment he’d been in, a lit cigarette in his mouth, and pulled on his leather jacket. Not that he needed it, it wasn’t particularly cold and the rain from the night before had stopped, but he had to blend in. He looked human for all intents and purposes, if only a little punk rock for most people’s tastes, fishnets and leather and piercings.

He took a deep breath of nicotine and tar, not caring about the smell or taste really, it didn’t harm him, but it took the edge off. The humans he'd left in the apartment upstairs were spent, but alive. They'd likely be drained, and deliciously sore, for a few days. As much as he was down for cuddles after… he shook himself from those thoughts, frowning and turning towards the street. Humans were clingy...and weak… he couldn’t be around them for long without them being addicted to him. Literally. It wasn’t his ego talking either, humans were known for becoming addicted to the use of his power, to the touch and taste of him, to the point they grew mad and fanatic. He had just decided to disappear, a demon’s way of teleporting that they called ‘smoking out’, when movement caught his eye.

Really, there weren’t many people up at this time of day, so when he turned to see someone staring at him from across the street, he halted. He couldn’t tell why it shocked him at first, people stared at him a lot, but it had always been lust and awe. This wasn’t that, instead she stared at him as though she were staring through him, like she knew him. She was dressed cute, in cuffed jeans and a sunflower blouse, her hair a mess of red curls and something about her heart shaped face and wide eyes screamed innocence. But as soon as she saw that he was also staring, turned in a hurry with her bike and pedalled off.

He should leave that alone.. really, because from what he could sense in that instant, she was human. But the way she looked at him, could she somehow see him for what he truly was? He blew out a cloud of smoke and tossed the cigarette. This was fucking stupid, it was just some fucking human.

But even as he thought that, he followed after her.

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Holy cow biscuits. He saw her.... Didn’t he? She knew him, the demon.. Well she didn’t know him really.. But she’d seen him. She’d seen him before she ever saw him. It was difficult to describe, how she knew things before they happened, how faces stuck in her mind only for her to come across them in real life. How her powers were a curse, not a gift, and often not helpful at all.Especially when it all but invited the demon to see her too...

Cassie winced at her own train of thought as she coasted her bike around the corner and looked both ways before she rode across the street to the one lane road that would take her to her favorite painting spot. Forest Grove Cemetery was old, one that the city had stopped using a while back, but it was still visited and kept clean, filled with old statuary and wildflowers and moss. It was odd, but she always felt at peace here. Today, she had all day to paint, she’d brought her materials and a backpack of packed lunch, snacks and water, but now…

She looked behind her as she parked her bike near the entrance gate, sure that she’d do so at some point and see ...him. It was crazy… but then when was her life sane? She didn’t ask to have these powers. Pulling out the huge drawing pad that was mostly sketched and colored, she set herself on one of the only benches in the cemetery and set to work, following lines that were already there and some that she just knew should be.

“Funny spot for a sunflower, a cemetery.” The voice wrapped around her, honey toned and ...well it might have been soothing, or alluring even, except it scared the holy bejeezus out of her. Whipping around, she clutched her book to her chest and froze. It was him, the demon from before, leaned against the tree watching her. He looked for all intents and purposes, human.. But she could see past his glamour magic. An Incubus demon. His skin a deep blue, black horns curling back and up away from his face, a face that looked both softly sensual and so sharply beautiful that it hurt, and was dotted by silver piercings. The horns seemed more prominent where his hair was shaved on the sides, and where his human mask had blue eyes so dark they looked black, now his eyes were like the night sky, full blackness with a swirling blue galaxy that almost made you drown in them. He was… sinnfully gorgeous, built like a swimmer with narrow hips and a lean frame... And he was powerful...she could sense it. The only issues she had right at the moment was the cigarette that dangled from his hands as he pulled it from a pack in his jacket and lit up. He watched her curiously, smirk on his lips when she hadn't replied, only stared. “What’s the matter, sunflower? Cat got your tongue?” he asked.

“No..” She voiced, hesitating when he raised a brow at her. She frowned at him. “Those things smell awful by the way...” She commented, knowing that since he was a demon, he probably didn’t care much about it possibly affecting his health. Heck it probably did nothing for him besides maybe making him seem ’cool’. He blinked at her, before he smirked again and snuffed out the cigarette, chuckling. “You can see through my disguise, can’t you?” He gestured at his body, “Not many humans can, although you’re not the first…” He sighed, straightening out and stretching like a big cat. He reminded her of some large jungle cat with the way his lithe blue tail swished back and forth lazily… maybe he meant more with that analogy of his. She wondered what kind of demon he was, she could feel his power, like warm breath over her skin. It was… nice, but why could she feel it? She’d been around other demons, and fae, and while they held power, most were uninterested in her, didn’t see her even. Was he pushing it to touch her? Was there supposed to be an effect? It was odd, Andras let his power pool around her and yet… she simply stared at him, up close he could see the freckles across her face. But there was no feeling of lust, and her hazel green eyes didn’t linger over him, her pupils didn’t dilate in want... she wasn’t affected by him. That fact hit him like a ton of bricks. Not that there weren’t beings that held immunity to incubus powers, though it was a small range especially for one of his lineage and status but.. for a human to have no effect well, that was a rare thing. “You gonna answer me sunflower?”

“Yes, I can see what you are..” She spoke softly, trailing off. She was nervous, he could see it in the way her fingers played with the ridges of her book. But it was the nerves of a potential prey likely to bolt, it wasn’t anticipation he saw normally with females. She licked her lips as he stepped forward. “Look, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything by staring..You caught my eye…. Not that I mean anything like that by the way..”

“No.. staring’s fine.” He grinned, interrupting her ramblings. He was trying to read her, appear.. charming, playful...she tilted her head a bit and he continued. “I was curious to see what you were up to all alone, like I said, a cemetery is an odd place for a sunflower.” He stepped closer. Her eyes widened a little at that and she made to stand up, leaning away. Okay he probably could have worded that better.

“Why do you..” She started, then looked down at her shirt and flushed a little. “I’m not a sunflower. I’m sketching and I don’t want any trouble so...you can be on your way Mister Demon.” She mumbled, and Andras was confused. When she didn’t say anything else, it was clear that she didn’t want anything to do with him...still that didn’t deter him.

He stepped closer again and it brought her gaze up in a hurry… was she… scared of him? “It's not everyday I get shooed away by a pretty girl. I’m not gonna hurt you.. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’d like me if you tried.” He purred, winking and putting on a smile. “At least tell me your name?”

This time she did stand up, shoving her padbook into her bag with a small frown in her lips. He was being.. a creep. Was this normal for an Incubus? Didn’t he know that commenting to a girl that she was all alone and secluded with some stranger with every potential to hurt her was… scary? Again, she felt his warm power and realized that he was.. Flirting..? Trying to seduce her? Heat crept up her cheeks, not only by realizing what he was doing but also for what he kept calling her. And she really didn’t feel like giving him her name. Clearing her throat, she looked down at her stuff then back to him. “Listen.. I’m sorry mister demon but… I didn’t ask to be able to see the real you.. And I’m not interested in…” she gestured her hands, “yeah, so you can ...just not... with the names and flirting. I just came here to sketch and I’m sure you have much more fun things to do like parties and whatnot... so..yeah...” She trailed off again, hesitating in her speech. She didn’t want to be mean, or piss him off...right now he seemed laid back, non threatening. But that could change. Grabbing her backpack she turned away in a hurry.

Andras blinked, a frown of his own turning to a confused scowl. “Hey! Wait a minute.. Hey, sunflower..!” His voice caught her before she could get far and she paused, turning to him with another frown. “I don’t mean to be a pest. If it’ll help, I’ll tell you my name?” He asked, whatever small awkwardness he held melting away. She had to admit, he was charming.

“What’s your name then?” She asked, and he seemed to brighten up.

“Andras.” He answered her, giving a mock bow that seemed to be more sensual than romantic. “And what can I call you? If not a sunflower?” he chuckled. She paused again and then smirked.

“See ya around then.. Andras.” Not answering and then she was off, heading down the path and disappearing off into the cemetery. He was… stunned. And he didn’t even get her name! He huffed as he pulled out another cigarette and stopped, scoffing a laugh when her words in his head came back. Smells bad? He never thought to care about that, and most people didn’t comment on it.

He thought about going after her again, but instead, he turned and stopped when something caught his eye.... On the bench where she had been sitting was a folded piece of paper, stuck as if she’d dropped it. He shoved his cigarettes back into his pocket, walking over to pick it up.... and smiled. Looks like fate had other plans for his runaway sunflower...and what the hell, he liked the chase.

Disappearing in a cloud of blue tinted smoke, he set out to make some plans.

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Her bike tires skidded to a halt in front of what used to be an old book store. A few months back they’d renovated it into some sort of building for art classes and after working overtime, she’d signed up to take one. The flyer, that she couldn’t for the life of her remember where she put it, had said that each week was a different theme or lesson and it seemed...exciting. Maybe it would inspire her to draw something other than..

Again she shook herself from whatever weird dreams she’d been having that week and parked her bike against the building. It was a little later in the evening but it seemed to be the only time she could do with her work schedule, she just hoped she wasn’t too late. As she headed inside though, she was relieved to see a smaller gathering, probably ten or fifteen people, all standing around mingling. The room was nicely lit and a warmer temperature than outside, to the right of the room was a circle of chairs and easels set up around what looked like a platform. That made her pause...in her dream last night-

“Hey! Welcome to the class, you must be Cassie?” A middle aged woman with white blonde hair came up to her, breaking her thoughts.

“Ah! Yes ma’am.” She answered politely, feeling nervous when others turned her way. She wasn’t as dressed up today, since she’d be painting, she wore a big shirt that had star trek next generation on it and some ripped jeans, both already had paint on it. All that coupled with her beanie and reading glasses, made her look like a nerd and a boy...a look she liked but often felt out of place around others.

“Great, thanks for joining us! My name is Sofia, we spoke on the phone? We were expecting another person but they canceled on us. Still, For today’s class, we’ll be painting a live nude model, I mentioned this right?” She asked and Cass assured her that yes she knew of what this week entailed. Though, something in her brain nagged at her, why did this particular room look so familiar?

Sofia had her fill out a form, and then called the class to order, no time for deja vu thoughts when she got to set up her paints for her easel, grabbing her pencil to sketch first. It was then, she found out, why the room looked so familiar. Sofia introduced the model with a flush on her cheeks, and a hush fell over the room as Andras walked in from behind a screen she hadn’t noticed at the back of the room. She froze in place while the others awed over him, he was just as gorgeous as before but.. what hit her most... was that this moment was her dream last night.. She had seen this, him, in her dreams, dreamt of tracing his lines with her pencils.. her fingers... He noticed her with a breathtaking smile as he introduced himself and stepped onto the platform. He was once again in his human guise, and yet she could see past it if she tried hard enough. And then he was shedding his robe, and while the idea of sex had never appealed to her, she felt... something in her stir as she took him in...he was a work of art.

“Alright Andras, give us a comfortable, natural pose and hold it. We’ll break when you need to.” Again, Sofia’s voice cut through her thoughts and Andras posed as she explained that they were going to take everyone’s unique style in the form of real life sketches first. But Cassie’s mind was already going, and so was her hand.

She always went to a different place when drawing, and when painting, but here it was like the two of them were the only in the room. He hadn’t chosen a provocative pose, one arm bent up and the other reaching down, he looked like a greek god, or a statute of one. She sketched the lines of his face, the curve of his mouth, his hair, shaved on the sides and wild on top, black and soft, and each piercing in his ear, nose and lips. His upper body was studded, small raised patterns of skin, like scars made purposefully, they traveled across his chest and down his stomach. For some reason, drawing him, drawing him in hard lines seemed wrong, so instead she used soft curves and watched him come to life on canvas...and that made him more real than him standing no less than ten feet away.

Before she knew it, Miss Sofia was calling for a break and Andras was stretching, moving again and completely comfortable with being in the nude. There was chatter, a few people flocking to Andras to ask him questions as he robed up and Sofia gave him a bottle of water. Cass...stayed seated. She followed the lines of her pencil, letting it complete the curves and edges that was him. Somehow she’d managed to capture some sort of emotion on his face, mischievous, wistful, lusting… distant.

“Do sunflowers always sit by themselves?” His voice startled her and just as she whipped her head up to see him standing behind her...she caught his reaction to her drawing. His face said he was impressed, but there was also.. A softer something in his face. He was so...tall, she mused. He seemed to shake himself though and smile down at her. “You have some wicked talent.” That got her to flush red more than any of his attempted flirting had. “Thank you.. Um, could you not call me sunflower?” She asked, dropping her gaze as he took the seat beside her. She wasn’t even wearing that shirt anymore.

“Not a chance.” He grinned, “You never told me your name. But I stilI found you.~” he sang with a small laugh. She frowned at that, found her?

“You were looking for me?” She tilted her head, confused, “Why?” She didn’t leave the cemetery that day.. He could have followed her, but he didn’t.

Andras wondered how she could make such an innocent gesture look so ...cute, and it was surprising to him that he thought something like that. He sipped his water and sat back with a smirk. It was easy for him to stretch out, feel all of the eyes in the room on him. But hers wasn’t in want. “Because you’re a bit of a mystery. Won’t tell me your name and hang out in graveyards? And you can see me. The real me.” He watched again as her hazel eyes dropped to her hands. What was she hiding? And again while he could feel the lust off of everyone in the room, from the instructor to the only two males, all of them lighting up on his radar, she alone was a blank spot. All of the others' works had seemed innately sexual but hers...there was something different.

This time she rolled her eyes a little. “Cass, my name is Cass, or Cassie if you like.” she said, her eyes lifting up, looking through him more than at him. “Did you seriously sign up as the model to get to me?” She asked and when she put it so bluntly…he guessed that he was being a bit stalkerish.

“What can I say? You left an impression on me.” He smiled. It was just then that the instructor lady got his attention, asking if he was ready to continue their session. He said he was, glancing once more to Cass, and stood up. Looking at Cassie's painting and then back up to her, he gave another dazzling grin, “Paint me like one of your french girls?” He asked.

And she laughed, head back and eyes closed, a loud sound like he’d caught her off guard. Something in Andras liked that, that he’d made her laugh, and he gave her another smile as he stepped up to the platform and shed the robe again.

He resumed his pose, able to look right at her, though she seemed once again to just be looking through him.

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Weeks followed and for some reason it bothered Andras that he hadn’t seen her since then. She’d only shown up at the one art class, and when he asked about her, the instructor woman had even said she’d left her painting to be displayed. He declined sticking around after that… after he bought the painting with enough cash to buy the studio. One reason why it had been weeks was because he had to feed, at least once or twice a week depending on the “meal” available but when he wasn’t doing so, he was.. quite literally hanging around, bored out of his skull and hoping… to see her. He went back to the cemetery several times, but no luck. Out of all the flowers there, not a single one was the sunflower he wanted to see.

He scrubbed a hand down his face with a growl as he walked down the street, when did he become such a fucking sap? Why was he still hung up on one human woman? She obviously didn't want to be around him. And again...humans were predictable, weak...except he didn't think that she fell into that category. Still, he felt wondrously bored out of his skull and a bored demon wasn’t something anyone wanted. Maybe it was time to let this all go, move on to another city.

“Andras?” The voice halted his steps, and he turned to see...Cass. She was standing in the doorway of a small pottery shop that was wedged in between two larger buildings, a tote bag tucked under one arm and a curious expression on her face. Well.. fate had other plans once again. “Are you stalking me again?” She asked, raising a suspicious brow in his direction and stepping off the step of the shop.

“No.” He winced, because...had he been? Kinda. Maybe. Okay he had been. “Well not really,” He amended, “I've been hoping to find you again but no such luck. But fate has led me to my sunflower.” He smiled, charming and cheesy all at once. He watched her frown, pursing her lips a bit though her eyes rolled and he caught amusement as she moved past him to a small alleyway where her bike was parked.

“It’s not sunflower, remember? It’s Cass. And fate is stupid.” She grumbled, pouting her lips. He wondered why the sour tone. Was that really how she felt about fate, not that he could fault her on that really, or was it his presence that made her frown like that. He couldn’t have that.

“My apologies, Cass.” He smiled again and followed after her as she set her bag into the basket on the front of the bike. “And yeah, fate is a tricky mistress. I'll give you that. And yet just when I'd given up, you popped up in my sights. So that must count for something right?”

She eyed him, relaxing a touch and sighing a little. “I guess so.” Though she felt otherwise on the matter for sure… still it wasn’t his fault. Not really, especially when she had other reasons he didn’t even know of, that made her stance on the cruelty of fate more concrete. She was stolen from her thoughts by the warmth touching her again, his power? Or did he just radiate that? Looking up, she could see him watching her, his curious dark eyes… it didn’t take much to see past the illusion he held of being human, and the real him was just as flawless. Why was he so interested in her? He could have.. Anyone. Was it her odd powers that lured him?

She shook her head. “So, you’ve found me...again, what now? I told you that I’m not interested in flirting.” She said, her tone was softer, unsure of what he wanted but wanting to remind him, casual sex was off the table.

“Hey, even I know that no means no. I’m not here to seduce you,” and then his smile turned to a grin, his voice a lower purr. “Not unless you want me to try. I do like the chase.” he teased, quick to drop that tone and she was grateful. “but really, I just feel drawn to you. And though I’m not sure why yet, I’d like to find out.” He admitted, shifting again from the role of wicked incubus, that bit of awkwardness she’d glimpsed before coming back. “There’s something there, I know it..” He said and Cass found herself taking a breath to steady herself. Of course there was something more...but she couldn't tell him that. Could she?

“You hungry?” Cass blurted before she lost courage, picking at the edges of the tote bag in her bike basket. This was stupid.. She didn’t get involved with demons...But Andras grinned. “And if I am?” he asked, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, hanging low on his hips. She looked at him then, and again, no lust or want or arousal, but nerves.

Cass shoved at her hair and pushed a headband back through it, away from her face. “I just got off work,” She pointed to the pottery shop, “We could.. grab a bite to eat? And maybe talk.” She probably sounded stupid.

“Alright, let’s go then.” Andras said and stepped in close. She barely had time to protest before he was pushing her bike down the street, her trying to keep up with his long strides.

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Cass dipped another fry into her milkshake, kicking her feet because she was too short in the booth to touch… which he found cute really. She was more than cute, she held a softer beauty, one that felt feminine… yet not, he couldn’t describe it. He’d been with males and females, and those that felt they were neither, both or in between.. Bodies that were warm and soft or hard and rugged...he liked them all. And she was no exception. He had seen first her outer beauty but there was something.. More. Again, it was difficult to describe the pull she held. “I know that it’s not the most...unbelievable thing, not to people like you.” She said softly, “But I don’t exactly go around broadcasting my… abilities.” She shrugged, munching on her food, glancing around to the only semi busy burger joint.

“I mean, that’s understandable.. and I did stalk you.” He grinned at her, completely unashamed of his actions apparently. But she smirked, a twitch of her lips that made him notice the dimples she very barely had. “And by the way sunflower, there are no people like me.” he added on, watching her roll her eyes, protesting that she was not a sunflower. “But you are human, and you have... a power to you. A pull… help me understand why that is? I know you didn’t ask me to lunch just because.” He knew that if it had been someone else, his charming smile and sensual allure could have them eating out of his hands, but Cass seemed wary. Like a nervous cat about to be caged, and he didn’t want to scare her off. It felt… awkward, trying to get someone to open up to him with actual… effort.

Cass seemed to purse her lips in thought, her eyes dropping to what was left of her food, before launching into her life story. She told him about her powers, unstable as they were, how things, demon or otherwise, were always drawn to her and how she had visions that often caused her to black out from the force of them. It was why she rode a bike instead of driving. “My parents didn’t have powers.. in fact they hated that I did and tried to get the church involved.” She winced, very vividly remembering what cruelty they had dealt her. Then there was her sister, a few years older and just… gone one night. She’d said goodbye, a sleepy memory that she tried to hold onto but part of Cassie felt that she’d been abandoned.

“And you’ve had visions of me?” Andras asked, listening to her as though she weren’t babbling nonsense. A waitress came by, slipping her phone number in with the check, smiling and touching him as though she couldn’t help but to do so, she completely looked Cassie over, which didn’t bother her much. She was used to it for the most part. Andras though, seemed to preen at the attention and tucked her number into his pocket with a wink. It hit her that she’d only seen him as a demon now, she didn’t see his disguise though she knew it was there otherwise the waitress would have freaked.

“Sort of?” She questioned, mostly herself more than his question. “I’ve seen you.. before I saw you on the street, I mean. In dreams and such. I had a vision where I was just.. happy, and you were there.” A tint of warm pink touched her cheeks when she admitted that. “But for the most part I don’t know how to interpret the things I see. They aren’t always accurate or certain and time changes the outcome so.. I try to avoid it.” She spoke softly now but seemed less tense.

Andras sat back in the booth. “Well that makes sense. You’re what us.. Other folks would call a Seer.” He’d met more than one and none were ever alike.. and that did explain the pull he had towards her, but not why she had no reaction to him. Cass nodded like she was familiar with the term. “But, have you ever considered finding someone to work with your powers? You’re young but If someone my power level is drawn to you..” He knew that he had meant her no harm but… there were always those that did out there. Cass looked away.

“I usually outrun them.. When they find me.” She voiced and he frowned.

“Who’s they?” He asked, though he had an inkling as to who she meant.

“Demons, fae, vampires once. People who think that I can control this and scare me..” She admitted. She didn’t know why she felt like admitting this to him. She had thought of running from him too. But maybe it was their constant meeting, or maybe.. She did find him charming in a way. Andras paid, though Cassie protested and as he walked her down the street, Cass pushing her bike, he again brought up the idea of seeking someone to help her harness her power.

“I tried to go to a psychic.. One of those ones that claimed to read fortunes.. But she was a farce.” Cass explained. It had been embarrassing and frustrating to have someone read a premade astrology horoscope to her, not listening once to her problems and seeming irritated for voicing them. She stopped pushing her bike and looked up at him as he stopped too. “Why are you so interested in helping me..?”

“I can’t let other demons stalk you now, it’s my job.” Andras grinned with a wink, and of course, he was rewarded with a smile. “Look, let me pull some strings. Least I can do is help out my new friend yeah?” He stuck out his hand. At this, she brightened and reached out, shaking his hand.

“Okay.” She agreed, liking the idea that he could be a friend.

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 22

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 9,146

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

“Alright, Elsa, you can do this! You're going to get up on that stage and you're going to wow them!"

So all that stuff about me not trying out? Total bald-faced lie. Kudos to any of you who saw right through it. Since, you know… I'm so good at the whole deception thing.

"...alright fine, maybe not wow them, per se… but you can do okay at least, right?"

This was all just for fun, after all. It's not like it was anything important, it's not like it really mattered. It was nothing, just a silly childhood dream. Just one moment, one blip in time that would be over before I knew it. No big deal.

"...passable? Surely, you can at least give me passable!"

Now if only I could convince my reflection of that.

Which, judging by the flat look she was giving me from the mirror on my vanity, was not going too hot.

"Ugh!" I huffed, tossing up my hands and turning away to pace my bedroom floor. "Just try not to fall flat on your face and I'll be happy. Can you just do that much for me? Please?" I snapped, facing my reflection once more.

She scrunched up her nose and gave me a noncommittal shrug.

My shoulders slumped and I hung my head, bracing my hands atop the vanity table. "Look, you've been practicing nonstop since yesterday. And yes, I know what basically amounts to cramming sing-alongs for almost twenty-four hours straight isn't going to make up for the lack of any sort of professional training. Or the absence of any real experience. Or the fact that besides karaoke that one night, you pretty much haven't sung in almost a decade except for maybe a personal concert in the shower once in the blue moon. I know you're going into this blind and have no idea what you're doing and others there will be way better prepared than you and-" I frowned, narrowing my eyes, "...and I had a point. Fudge, what was it again?"

My reflection looked remarkably unmoved by my rallying little speech just now.

"Ah!" I snapped my fingers, face brightening before jabbing my index up against the mirror. "The point was that none of that matters! What matters is you've done the best you could do in the time you had! So worrying about it any further is nothing more than a useless waste of time and energy! So just go on out there, have a good time and… and give it your all!" My hands closed into fists and they made weak, halfhearted thrusts into the air over my head as I gave a tiny, "Woo!"

She just drooped her eyelids at me.

I plopped down hard into my chair with a small growl. "I know I suck at pep talks. Yeesh, you don't have to be so negative!"

I don't know why I even bothered. Reflection Me was always such a downer.

Sighing, I propped my chin in my palm while I brought my other hand up to fiddle with the flower poking out of a miniature vase sitting on my vanity. It was the winter honeysuckle Lea had given me, dried out now because I'd wanted it to last. I toyed with its delicate petals, my fingers gentle so as not to break them. Somehow merely touching it seemed to sooth my frayed nerves and lighten my spirits, even if only just a little bit.

My phone buzzed and I checked it to see that it was a text from Lea telling me he'd arrived and was on his way up. I exhaled slowly. Okay, I couldn't procrastinate any longer. It was now or never. I stood up and made my way over to my bed, on top of which laid the sheet music I'd managed to hunt down after some internet searching. Gathering it up with care so as not to wrinkle any of the pages, I then headed towards my bedroom door.

"Who's a pretty, pretty princess? Daddy is! Isn't that right, jelly-belly-welly-bean?"

The dulcet tone of Rayne cooing down at her own tummy was the first sound to greet me when I walked out into the living room. I blinked, taking in the scene before me as Rayne returned her attention to the, er… "pretty, pretty princess." That is to say, her husband, whose lips were set into a grim line while his left eye gave a little tick. She had him seated in one of the kitchen chairs as she stood behind him, putting the finishing touches on the long braid she'd fashioned his hair into. It was complete with teeny butterfly barrettes, a colorful assortment of flowers weaved throughout, and a giant, frilly bow at the end holding it all together.

More practice for styling her future daughter's hair.

I'd know, since normally I'd be the one sitting in that chair instead of Riku.

Thankfully, it was now his turn to suffer hair bedazzling hell.

"Not one word, Fryse," he grumbled. "Not a single, solitary word."

I held the sheet music up to my mouth, concealing a tiny grin behind it. Then carefully schooling my features, I told him, "I was only going to comment on how masculine and rugged you look this evening."

"Damn straight," he harrumphed, crossing his arms and slouching further into his seat.

"I have the bestest, sweetest, manliest hubby in the whole wide world," Rayne declared happily, pulling his head back so she could plant an upside down smooch to his lips. This seemed to mollify him somewhat. Giggling, she then glanced my way. "You all ready for your big debut, pumpkin?"

Rubbing one elbow, I shrugged, "...as ready as I'm going to be, I suppose."

Her lips twisted sourly as she clipped another glitzy butterfly into his hair. "Still wish I was able to go and give you moral support."

"No no, it's fine," I said hastily with a shake of my head and a small, reassuring smile. "Lea's driving me so it's not like I'm stranded in need of a ride or anything. Plus you have your baby appointment to get to and I wouldn't want to make you reschedule for some silly little thing like this. Really, just don't worry about it."

"Besides," Riku tacked on, "friends and family of those trying out aren't usually allowed in to watch the auditions anyway."

Rayne's cheeks gave a little puff of annoyance. "I'd like to see them try and stop me if I showed up."

There was a knock at the door just then. Knowing it was Lea, I moved to open it and found him standing there, one shoulder propped against the doorframe. He grinned down at me, "Hey, El! Ready to go? I-" he stopped as he looked past me, blinking a couple times. Then the curl to his lips grew a touch evil, "Yo, Raindrop, who's your new gal pal? She's hella cute!"

"Cram it before I curb stomp your ass," Riku ground out through his teeth.

"Threaten me with a good time, mamacita," he purred back at him, waggling his eyebrows.

Riku sneered with a tch, grumbling under this breath, "Better pray we don't meet in a dark alley, clown, because I will crush you."

"Oof, I usually like a girl to ask me to dinner first, but I might be willing to make an exception just this once if ya keep sweet talking me like that, gorgeous," Lea winked. As Riku shot up to his feet with a black look, I ran out the door and grabbed Lea's arm. "Oops, looks like duty calls. We'll hafta continue this later, hot stuff. Call me!" he blew Riku a kiss with a snigger as I dragged him away, slamming the door shut behind me.

I started jogging down the steps, listening to Lea's footfall as he followed close behind. Shaking my head with a soft scoff, I said, "Can't believe Mr Guyliner here is making fun of a dude with flowers in his hair."

"Was only doing it cuz I knew how butthurt he'd get over it," he snerked as he appeared at my side. "Now me personally? Don't have a problem with it. I'd rock a thousand posies in my majestic mane and look damn fine doing it too."

I glanced over at him, one corner of my lips tugging up. "I might have to hold you to that."

He flung himself onto the handrail and slid down past me in a blur. Converse hitting the landing below, Lea spun around to block my way just as I caught up to him, smirking as he brought himself nose-to-nose with me. "Only if you're the one weaving all them pretty lil blossoms into my hair."

My heart spasmed.

Down, girl.

After all, it was only the empty teasing he always did.

I turned my head a little, shooting him some side-eye. "...do I get to choose the flowers?"

"I don't see why not."

"Good." I ducked under his arm to slip past him and make my way towards the next flight of stairs, "Leadwort it is then."

"Well now, that sounds ominous." I could hear the frown in his voice. "Should I be worried?"

I shot him a sly grin over my shoulder. "Depends. Very pretty. Very, very itchy. Hope you're ready to suffer for fashion."

"For you?" he beamed, hopping down the steps two at a time now to gain on me once more. "Totally worth it."

I merely rolled my eyes, electing not to dignify his comment with a response.

Soon enough we'd climbed into his car and were hitting the road. Sunset Hill Auditorium wasn't really all that far, but still a bit further than I'd rather walk. Thankfully Lea had been free and only too happy to give me a lift over, seeing as how Riku and Rayne had a prior commitment on the other end of town. Speaking of, they'd probably left immediately right after us and I idly wondered if Riku was planning on showing up at the doctor's with his hairdo still all fab like that. The image brought a little smile to my face.

It quickly faded however as I stared down at the sheet music sitting in my lap. My fingers twisted at my braid as I took in a shaky breath and blew it out slowly. Now that I'd fallen quiet, I could feel that nervous energy creeping its way back into my chest. It was actually kind of sort of a good nervous. I was a bit loathe to admit it, but a small part of me was looking forward to this.

That said, it didn't mean I wasn't also absolutely friggin' terrified.

I was actually a little relieved that friends and family weren't normally allowed into the auditions. The offer of moral support was appreciated, but ultimately I think I would have been more anxious if Riku and Rayne had been able to come and watch. Anna too, for that matter. I know my sister would have dropped everything to be here in a heartbeat, which is why I hadn't even mentioned anything about this to her. Making a fool of myself in front of strangers? Mortifying, but I'd survive - at least if I royally screwed up, I'd never have to see any of them again and could just pretend the whole big mess had never happened. Not so if people I actually cared about were there to witness me flop hard. And it wouldn't matter how kind and supportive they would have been after any sort of epic failure on my part... in fact, that might have only made me feel even worse.

Still, them not coming was only a minor comfort lost in the sea of dread filling up inside me now. My stomach burned with queasiness and my lungs felt like they were shrinking, making it harder and harder to breathe.

"Hmm," Lea's low hum broke me out of my thoughts. I glanced over at him as he pursed his lips to one side before shaking his head, "Mm-mm, nope. Too tangy. You need to be spoiled rotten with the sugary sweetness."

Feeling that cold anxiety loosen its grip and recede somewhat, I furrowed my brow for a few seconds before it clicked. "Ah. You've ruled out another ice cream flavor for me."

"Yup!" he chirped, switching his car over into the next lane.

"So which one got the boot this time?"

"Ever After."

"Huh," I fixed my eyes on the road straight ahead, squinting slightly. "Didn't you rule out a different flavor previously for being too sweet?"

One of his hands came to rest on the shoulder of my car seat. "Well yeah, but having a sweet tooth is one thing, while suicide by pure, massive sugary overdose is something else altogether. I think you know where to draw the line."

I tipped my head to one side. "Interesting."

"Interesting?" he echoed, quirking an eyebrow as he checked his side view mirror. "...am I wrong?"

"Didn't say that," I muttered, my fingers absently fiddling with the corners of the sheet music. "Just said it was interesting."

He frowned. "Crap. That's gonna bug me now."

I flashed him a half-grin. "I know."

"Cruel, cruel woman."

I just crinkled my nose at him smugly.

I knew he was trying to take my mind off the audition. And the distraction was welcome, but unfortunately brief. I could already feel that frown resurfacing, that apprehensive chill knotting tightening in my stomach once more.

Lea shifted his head slightly towards me, watching me out of his peripheral with a small downward tug at the corner of his lips. "...ya know you got absolutely nothing to worry about, right?" he asked softly. My eyes flicked over to him for a second before staring back down at my lap again. He elaborated, "It's community theater."

My eyebrows knit together. "...so?"

"So that means ya got no one to impress. Nothing to prove. No one's gonna be expecting a Julliard education from you or for you to have a few Broadway shows under your belt. This is all just for kicks. An absolutely zero pressure environment. Just a buncha goofballs who like acting and singing and dancing around in wacky costumes and so have found others who share their same brand o' crazy so they can all geek out together doing what they love in their free time. Doesn't matter to any of 'em how good or bad ya might be. They're not there to judge, they just wanna have a good time." He lightly tapped his knuckles to my shoulder, "So loosen up, will ya? You're gonna have a blast and knock 'em dead."

The knots loosened a little and a small grin found its way onto my face despite myself. "Thanks, Lea."

Surprisingly, his words helped.

For a grand total of two minutes.

Which just so happened to be right about when we were parking in front of the auditorium. Imagine that.

"Break a leg! I'll just chill in the car and you can meet me back here when you're done," Lea told me as he rolled down his window and fished his phone out of his pocket.

I barely heard him over the sound of blood rushing in my ears. Swallowing hard and finding my throat too tight for words, I simply gave a stiff nod before climbing out of the car. Hugging the sheet music to my chest, I stepped over the curb and up onto the sidewalk before pausing to stare at the auditorium's double doors, opened wide to invite people in. My bottom lip tucked in and I made a quick glance back towards Lea who grinned and gave me a thumbs up through his window. Then I looked at that doorway once more.

My eyes hardened. My hands gripped the papers more firmly. My chest puffed up and my spine snapped straight.

Let's do this.

I determinedly marched right up to the bottom of the stairs leading up to the entrance.

Then I spun one-eighty and determinedly marched straight back the way I'd come from.

Lea looked up from his phone, both eyebrows shooting up his forehead. "El? Did you forget-"

Whipping back around, I drew in a deep breath before releasing it.

Alright, let's try that again.

I stomped towards the building once more.

This time I actually made it onto the first cement step before retreating.

Expression blank, Lea said nothing as he watched me do this again (making it as far as the second step up) and yet again (third step). By my next attempt, he'd gotten out and was leaning back against his closed car door, arms folded beneath his chest, ankles crossed. Drat, only the third step again. As I returned and came to a stop in front of him, my eyes narrowed and I released a huff through my nose. He just gave me a small shrug, as if to ask what exactly I expected him to do. I whirled on my heel once more, stormed back towards the auditorium and… fudge! Third step again! Now I was just in a friggin' rut!

Beyond frustrated with myself, I walked up beside Lea this time, folded my arms atop the roof of his car, pillowed my face into them and let out a muffled yell. Then I flipped around, bracing my back against the vehicle and scowled up at the sky.

A pause.

Then Lea piped up, "Ya know you actually have to go inside the place in order to audition… right?"

I whacked him upside the head with my sheet music.

"...take that as a yes."

My shoulders sagged and I hid my face behind the papers in my hands, mumbling, "I can't do this. I'm too much of a scaredy-cat."

There was a snort from him. "You kidding? You're one of the bravest people I know."

I scoffed into the printouts, "Stop patronizing me. I don't appreciate it."

"I'm serious." I felt his hands on mine, gently pulling both them and the sheet music down so I could see him standing in front of me now, hunched down to my eye level. "Do you know what the definition of being brave is?"

"Not Elsa, that's for sure," I muttered, looking away.

"Shush," he flicked my forehead. Rude. "Being brave is not a complete and total absence of fear. No, being brave is taking action despite your fear. Remember your wedding day?"

I fixed him with a dull stare. "How could I forget? I ran away. Like a coward."

"No, a coward woulda done nothing. A coward woulda just done as she was told cuz she would be too chicken to make any waves. A coward woulda stayed, gone through with the wedding and led a miserable life she didn't want just to please her folks. Just because it was the safest, easiest route. But you didn't do that."

"No, instead I oh so bravely ran away like a warrior," I corrected my previous statement with a roll of my eyes.

He nodded, "Exactly! You were frightened, had no idea what you were gonna do, didn't have the foggiest of where to go or who to turn to, and yet you still did it. Took that leap and did the whole independent thing and guess what? You've been thriving!" His hands still cradling mine, I felt his thumbs start to trace soothing circles along my knuckles. "And sure, everything's been new and scary… finding a job, meeting new people, not caving to your family's demands… but no matter how afraid you may have got, you never hid from any of it. You've been facing your fears and meeting each new challenge head on. Now I'd call that pretty damn brave."

Wow, his pep talk game was way, way better than mine.

That said, I still eyed him dubiously. "Really?"

"Hell yeah! Shit, if I had to carry around as much fear inside of me as you do, I dunno if I'd be strong enough to do half the things you've done! You're a goddamn hero, babydoll!" he smiled big. "Now, I know this is something ya really want."

My face heated and I averted my gaze. "...how can you tell?"

"Trust me, I can read you pretty well by now," his fingers tweaked my nose. "So listen up: if you can do all that other stuff that terrified you before, if you can just grab hold and take charge of your life the way you have so far, then this one teensy-weensy audition should be a total piece of cake!"

"You really think so?" I frowned uncertainly at him.

"I know so!" he declared with a laugh. "So whaddya say? Think you're ready to do this?"

Though my chest was still tight with anxiety, I could feel that tiny glow of excitement and longing deep, deep down sparking back to life. I slowly smiled and gave a hesitant nod, "...yes, I believe so."

"Then what're you standing round here for? Go on, scoot!"

I didn't budge an inch. After a few seconds, I hung my head. "My feet won't move."

Lea blinked, then chuckled softly. "Do you need me to give ya a tow?"

I grimaced, "Maybe."

"Alright, I can help you inside, but that's as far as I'll be able to take ya. It'll be up to you to get yourself on that stage."

"Just get me through that door," I agreed quietly.

Linking his hand in mine, he turned and led the way towards the auditorium. I stumbled into a walk behind him, drawing what little strength I could from his warm, steady grip. With his help, I finally made it all the way up those daunting stairs and through that foreboding doorway.

Only to be stopped almost immediately once we stepped inside by someone standing in our way.

That someone being a tall, familiar, skinny guy with a spooky yet snappy suit.

"Elsa!" Jack flashed me what I was beginning to suspect was his signature ear-to-ear grin. "You don't know how thrilled I am to see that you could make it! Here to try out or just observe?"

"...try out?" I said, voice small. Yes, it came out just like that. Like it was a question. Like there was a right or wrong answer and I was just guessing, hoping for the best.

"Splendid, Splendid! Glad to hear it! I'll get you added to the director's list and your name will be called when it's your time to shine. For now, you can just take a seat and watch the others. Lea," he turned his gaze on him now, "good to see you too, but you know the rules. Unless you're here to audition, you're going to have to wait outside."

I unconsciously sidled closer to Lea, squeezing his hand.

Huh. Guess I actually wanted him to stick around and watch me make a fool out of myself. Shocked? I know I was.

Maybe it was because he thought I was brave. Maybe if he stayed, I could trick myself into thinking I was brave too.

Lea snuck a glance my way. Eyes crinkling, he squeezed my hand back before returning his attention to Jack with a sheepish grin and ruffled his fingers through his crimson spikes, "Aw c'mon, man, this is her first time! Could ya maybe be a pal, do me a solid and bend the rules a lil just this once?"

Jack crossed his arms, squinting at him with a flat look. Then he sighed and stepped to one side, his smile back and bigger than ever, "Alright, just this one time though! And you better be on your best behavior, bucko!"

"I will! Scout's honor!" he held up three fingers pressed together and beamed. "Thanks, man! Let's go, El." And with that, Lea was pulling me further inside.

The auditorium was larger on the inside than I expected, with rows upon rows of theater seating stretching out before us. While those seats were far from full, there were still more people here than I'd expected there would be, making me gulp. Auditions were already under way it seemed as I watched a familiar guy I recalled seeing in the food court previously - Joshua, I believe? - dip into a flamboyant bow before jumping down off the stage. Remaining up there was an old, clunky piano on wheels with Mullet Boy from the Blue Sitar seated at it.

"Setzer, you're up," came a call from someone sitting in the middle of the third row, presumably the director. All I could tell about him from the back of his head was that he had choppy, shoulder-length pink hair. Slumping lazily into the seat next to him with feet kicked up onto the chair in front of her was that blonde chick from Cinema XIII - I'd recognize that weird hairdo anywhere.

"Ah, looks like Marluxia The Douche-ah is running the show this time round," Lea whispered into my ear with a nod towards Mr Rosy-Locks as we walked down the aisle. "Not gonna be winning Personality Of The Year anytime soon, but I hear he can be a halfway decent director."

He then straightened back up, eyes scanning the people gathered here for a second before his face lit up, "Oo, let's sit with them!" His hands went to my shoulders and he steered me into a sharp turn down one of the rows. Coming to a stop next to two more faces I vaguely recognized, Lea greeted, "Ladies, mind if we join you?"

The two women looked up at us with friendly smiles, the ginger nodding, "Of course! Take a seat!"

We did just that, with the pair of them to my right and Lea to my left. He reached across in front of me to fistbump the closer of the two girls, "Sweet! Redheads of the world unite, booyah!"

I looked over with a timid grin. It was time once again for another one of my little misadventures into the world of small talk! Clearing my throat and tapping my sheep music against my knees to straighten them even though they were in no actual need of straightening, I asked, "It was Tiana and… Ariel, I believe?"

"Mm-hm!" Ariel closed her eyes as her smile grew. "Elsa, right? We haven't officially met yet, but I remember seeing you around at 7th Heaven that one night! You and Lea were amazing at karaoke! Well… really more so you. No offense, Lea," she giggled.

"None taken. I know my gal's got a beautiful pair o' lungs on her," he slung his arm around my shoulders, hugging me close and pressing a kiss into my hair.

Tiana leaned forward to look past Ariel and meet my gaze, "You really do. Do you work with a professional voice coach or anything?"

I blushed, tugging on my braid. "I, uh… no. No, nothing like that."

"Really?" Ariel's lips formed a surprised little 'o'. Then her face brightened once more, "Well, if you're looking for someone, I can put you in touch with mine if you'd like. His name is Sebastian and he's absolutely wonderful. He can be uptight and a bit of a party-pooper, but he gets results!"

Squeezing my braid harder now, I gaped at her slightly. "You actually have a voice coach?"

This was community theatre, as Lea had made a strong point of earlier. People here weren't supposed to have friggin' voice coaches!

"Yup! I'm going to be a famous singer one day and finally leave this sleepy town to tour all over the world, after all, so it's important I do my best right now! I've been practicing ever since I was-"

"Eric to the stage please," Marluxia's voice suddenly echoed throughout the room.

Ariel gasped excitedly and struck a finger up to her lips, shushing Tiana, Lea and me (despite the fact that none of us were talking) before eagerly sitting forward in her chair, practically buzzing with anticipation. That silver-haired Setzer guy - oh gosh, had he come in costume or was that crazy getup just what he normally wore? - swaggered cockily down the stairs to the right of the stage while another dude was coming up the left. The newcomer had short black hair, dimples when he smiled and I suppose what some might call Prince Charming good looks.

Ariel plonked her elbows down onto her knees and propped her chin up in both hands with a delighted sigh. "Isn't he dreamy?"

Tiana wrinkled her nose and muttered to me behind Ariel's head, "She has a bit of a crush."

"You're one to talk," Ariel snorted, elbowing her in the arm. "Naveen's should be up next. Believe me," she smirked towards me, "you haven't seen heart-eyes until you see the ones Tiana has for this guy."

"Shut up, do not!" she laughed, swatting her shoulder.

Brushing her off, Ariel suddenly pointed towards my sheet music. "May I?"

"Oh, uh… s-sure," I handed them over, freeing up both my hands to strangle my braid now. Noticing this, Lea took one of them in his own, shifting it over to the armrest between us and lacing his fingers into mine. The warmth of his palm against the back of my hand brought me some comfort and I felt a little less restless.

Ariel squinted at the papers for a second before grinning, "Oh wow, I love this song! Good choice! Although, if I remember correctly…" she flipped towards the end. "Ah, yup! A second singer does come in. They only have a couple lines though. I can go up with you and fill in for those bits if ya want, the director shouldn't mind!"

"That's really nice… thank you," I smiled, taking the pages back. Sally had said pretty much the same thing when I'd texted her to make sure the song would be okay, but that still had meant I needed to find someone to sing those few extra lines. I hadn't counted on someone finding me instead. Thank goodness for small miracles.

This was one of my most favorite songs too. One from a musical I'd watched over and over again when I was a child, so often that it'd probably driven my parents to the point of insanity. I had just identified so much with the character who sang this number and it still to this day held a very special place in my heart, even after all these years. I knew this song forwards and backwards. Knew it like the back of my hand. I figured if I had any chance of leaving any sort of good impression here today, it would be with this song.

Looking up from the music notes scrawled across the papers, I saw that that Eric person had left. He'd been replaced by a man with a newsie hat on over his wavy, dark brown hair and was singing something jazzy. The way Tiana was reddening while Ariel giggled and whispered to her, I suspected this had to be Naveen. I tried to just sit back, relax and enjoy the show. Tried to banish the anxiety from my thoughts, instead focusing more on Lea's hand now toying with my fingers. On the way he lightly traced up and down their lengths, making them tingle pleasantly. Hoping that little tingle would help keep the nervousness at bay.

But it didn't.

I began to flinch slightly with each new name called, fearing it would be mine. Feeling a little relief when it wasn't, as well as a little annoyance from just wanting to get this over and done with already. A flinch for when Olette was called, who was sitting with a boy with black spiky hair held up by a headband. I idly wondered if it was that buddy of hers who hadn't been able to make it to Friday night drinks - Pence, I believe? Another flinch for when Yuna was called, some brunette with mismatched eyes who sang a pop song I was unfamiliar with. Two more flinches for each of her friends when their names were called, a perky blonde with a long ponytail full of small braids and a freaky looking goth chick in a tight, strappy leather outfit. And yet another flinch for when Rhyme was called, a girl whose sweet demeanor was at odds with the little skull on her black cap and the rap number she'd chosen to sing.

I had to keep resisting the urge to glance towards the doors in back. The ones leading to the outside world. To freedom. Not for the first time, I wondered… what if I made a run for it? You know, just straight up booked it? The idea did hold merit and was very tempting. Nay, extremely tempting.

The only drawback? I'd hate myself.

Because as much as I was dreading this, Lea hadn't been wrong. This was something I wanted. Like… really, really wanted. I'd been trying to lie to myself, pretending I didn't really care, downplaying how important it actually was to me. But this was something I'd dreamt about since I was little. Sadly, I had lost that dream somewhere along the way as I had grown older. Had misplaced and forgotten it in favor of pleasing my parents, of fulfilling their wishes and expectations for me and how I led my life. I had carelessly discarded it, giving it up for nothing more than useless childhood fantasy.

But now it had found its way back to me and I'd been given a second chance. And even if it ended up going nowhere and turned out to be nothing more than a deadend, I still had to try. I just knew that this was something that I had to do. That I needed to do. For me. For the sake of my own happiness.

...gah, just why did it have to be so scary though?!

And all these women trying out before me? Were so not helping! They were all so amazing and talented. Each one seemed better than the last. Each one had most likely been practicing for this audition for days, if not weeks. Each one had probably done this at least once before. Everyone knew everyone here and were all friends. Everyone, that is, except for me. How could I, a stranger with no real experience or training and very little preparation, possibly even hope to stand a chance?

Man, making a break for it through that back door was looking better and better by the second.

My fingers clutched the sheet music more tightly, wrinkling and creasing it after I'd tried so hard not to this whole time. I didn't really seem to care anymore. I could feel the blood draining from my face and-

"Yawn, total snoozefest," came a sudden whisper in my ear.

I jerked my head around towards it, blinking owlishly at Lea once, then twice. "...huh?"

"Her," he nodded to the current girl trying out, her long golden hair ending in curls. "That Aurora chick. She's got me just 'bout ready to hibernate over here."

My wide eyes darted back and forth between her and him. Then it happened. A tiny snerk, escaping through my nose before I could stop it. Too late I clasped a hand over my mouth. After a short pause, I lowered it to whisper back, "You don't really mean that. You're just trying to distract me."

He bobbed his shoulders and grinned. "Is it working?"

I looked away now, carefully schooling my expression as I attempted to smooth the crumples out of my sheet music. "...maybe."

Next up was Tiana. "Jeez, talk about frog in your throat," Lea murmured low out of the corner of his mouth. A mutinous little snort burst out of my nose and I tried to shush him. Then it was Ariel's turn. "Love that girl to death but I'm sorry, a warbling seagull sounds better." I bit back a soft pft and pinched his arm. I was trying not to laugh, I really was, but each remark was so ridiculous, so stupid, so obviously not true that it was hard to resist. A Snow White was called next - now that was a stage name if I ever heard one. At least, I hoped it was. She'd gotten about halfway through her audition when I heard a hushed, "Tch, who taught her to sing, a buncha tone-deaf coal miners?"

I spluttered, clamping my hand firmly over his mouth. "Okay, you need to stop now," I hissed out in a poor attempt to hide my amusement.

There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Then I felt him licking my fingers.

"Ugh, real mature," I scrunched up my face, snatching my hand back only to wipe it off on his cheek a second later.

"Psh, acting like ya don't like it," he sniggered, cupping the side of my head so he could pull me in and rub his damp cheek to mine.

I squirmed, trying to break free. "Gross! Why? Just… why?"

Grip holding me firmly in place while he still nuzzled our cheeks together, he cooed, "Consider it a good luck charm from me to you! Now you have no choice but to knock their socks off!"

"How old are you, seven?" I grunted, trying to wedge an elbow between us. "You seriously need to gro-"

"Could Elsa please step onto the stage now?"

Both Lea and I froze for a split second. Fudge, I'd all but forgotten where I was and why I was here. Now it all came crashing back to me.

Ka-thunk.

What was that, you might be wondering? Oh nothing really. Just the sound of my heart plummeting to the bottom of my gut.

Before I'd even realized what I was doing, I'd sprung up onto my feet and was walking briskly towards the center aisle with all the grace and dignity I could muster. As if I couldn't still feel Lea's slobber drying on my cheek. Good luck charm, indeed. I'd show him good luck!

...that hadn't come across sounding as threatening as I would have liked.

It took a few seconds for it to really sink in. What I was doing. Where I was going. What I was about to do. I was about to audition… to sing in front of all of these people. I had to remind myself that this was something that I really, truly wanted. It was hard to remember right now in this exact second, but the desire was still there. Way deep, deep down inside of me, there was still that tiny spark valiantly burning away, smothered and small though it may be at the moment.

As each step brought me closer to that stage, I felt it again. That chilly dread pooling in the pit of my stomach. The iciness seemed to spread outward and I slowly grew numb. My mind started to feel detached and far away from the rest of my body, like I was no longer in control of it. Instead, it was more like I was only a passenger as it kept moving me forward seemingly of its own accord now, taking me up those stairs leading to my doom. That's right, my doom. I wasn't being over dramatic here at all. Not one bit.

Conceal, don't feel.

As I started crossing the stage, I was hardly even aware of Ariel out of the corner of my eye, whispering something to Marluxia before he gave a curt nod and she was scrambling up those steps after me. My ankle boots against the hardwood echoed loudly throughout the quiet theater. Too loudly, it felt like. But it paled in comparison to the thundering of my heart - oh gosh, could everyone else hear it too?

Conceal, don't feel.

All too soon, I was reaching the pianist and offering him the (rather abused at this point) sheet music with a shaky hand. He took it, looking it over briefly before setting it down on the music rack and smiling, "Just give me a nod when you're ready."

Ariel popped up then, plonking down onto the bench beside him with a grin. "I'll just sit with Demyx here and jump in for the parts you need me. Don't worry, you'll do great!"

My mouth tightened into a crude approximation of a smile before I turned to face the audience.

Big mistake.

Jeez, were there more people out there now? I could swear there were more people. Somehow, I willed my feet to move me closer to the front and center of the performance area. My fingers were running along my braid nonstop, up and down, up and down. My breathing had become so rapid and shallow. It felt like I wasn't getting enough oxygen into my lungs. Could the air be thinner here on stage? You know, all the way up at this higher altitude of a whopping five feet?

Conceal, don't feel.

My eyes darted from face to unfamiliar face, not sure where to look. At the director maybe? That'd make sense, right? He'd be the one to decide my fate here, after all. I glanced down at Marluxia. At that blonde chick next to him - maybe she was his assistant director? Did community theater even have an assistant director? Well I suppose it would just depend on- focus, Elsa, focus! I squeezed my eyes shut with a grimace before opening them back up, looking to that pair once more. By their expressions, they both already seemed so remarkably unimpressed by me and I hadn't even begun yet. No, staring at them would only rattle me more.

I gripped at my braid more tightly and my gaze shifted about once more, almost desperate now, searching for what, I wasn't quite sure. But at last I seemed to find it - a face I knew. Lea's face. There, suddenly, like a beacon in the crowd. I wasn't quite sure how I'd not seen him until now. When our eyes met, he merely bobbed his head slightly and smiled at me. So small, so simple. And yet it filled me with such warmth and encouragement.

Lea thought I was brave.

And maybe, just for this one moment, I could pretend to be.

I inhaled deeply, my breath a raspy hiss through my nose. Holding it in for a couple seconds, I then puffed it out softly, releasing my braid and letting my hands fall to my sides. Finally, I gave Demyx a stiff nod over my shoulder.

Welp. This was it. No turning back now.

It was probably only a second, maybe two, but it felt like an eternity before that first piano note sounded. When at last it did, I swear it practically gave me a heart attack and my knees almost buckled. But I steadied myself, my clammy hands smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles out of my dress as I let the tune wash over me, trying to find solace in its familiarity. I kept my eyes fixed on Lea. Anywhere else and I knew I would lose my nerve completely. I could hear it coming in the music. My cue to start singing. I sucked in a breath.

"Every inch of me is trembling," oh gosh, that had never been more true than it was in this very moment, "but not from the cold. Something is familiar like a dream I can reach but not quite hold." Was I too quiet? Pretty sure I was too quiet. Licking my dry lips, I pushed my quavering voice to be louder, "I can sense you there like a friend I've always known... I'm arriving and it feels like I am hom-" I choked, my tongue stumbling over the word. My pulse flatlined, my blood turned to ice in my veins, and every atom in me was screaming at me to run, run, run.

But I resisted. I don't know how, but I did. Maybe it was Lea's reassuring gaze still holding mine. Maybe it was that spark deep down inside, flaring up obstinately to fight back against the cold fear closing in around my heart. Whatever it was, I remained rooted to the spot, clenching and unclenching my hands and eyes hard.

"I have always been a fortress," my heart hammered in my ears as I stubbornly pushed on, pretending I hadn't made a mistake, "cold secrets deep inside. You have secrets too, but you don't have to hide." Lea folded his arms atop the back of the chair in front of him, bending forward to rest his chin atop them and looking quite content. Feeling emboldened, I went into the chorus, "Show yourself, I'm dying to meet you. Show yourself, it's your turn." I think my voice was getting stronger. Perhaps it was only wishful thinking. "Are you the one I've been looking for all of my life? Show yourself, I'm ready to learn... Ah-ah, ah-ah!" I rang out the last bit and I heard Ariel's voice echo an answering call behind me.

"I've never felt so certain, all my life I've been torn," some of my tension was beginning to melt away and I took a tiny step forward. "But I'm here for a reason, could it be the reason I was born?" I could feel something bubbling up inside my chest… giddiness, maybe? "I have always been so different, normal rules did not apply. Is this the day? Are you the way I finally find out why?" A smile was beginning to find its way onto my face. I couldn't believe it. A small, but actual, genuine smile of pure joy.

"Show yourself, I'm no longer trembling!" I burst out suddenly, almost triumphantly. Lea was lifting his head back up, face slack, eyes round. I had no idea what that meant. Was it a good reaction? A bad one? Either way, I was spurred on to do better. "Here I am, I've come so far! You are the answer I've waited for all of my life! Oh, show yourself, let me see who you are!" I wasn't even looking at him anymore. I was starting to forget about where I was, just getting lost in the was the only thing that mattered to me anymore in that moment.

I brought my voice back down, singing slowly, sweetly, "Come to me now, open your door, don't make me wait one moment more... Oh, come to me now," I repeated the line with more energy, "open your door, don't make me wait one moment more!"

"Where the north wind meets the sea," Ariel chimed in now and I took the moment to close my eyes, pulling in a big breath and reveling in the delightful tingle in my chest. I was entering the home stretch and there was no fear left. Only excitement. "There's a river full of memory... Come, my darling, homeward bound…"

"I am found!" I sang, putting all I had into it, letting the last word stretch and ring throughout the theater. "Show yourself, step into the power! Grow yourself into something new!"

Ariel came in one last time, "You are the one you've been waiting for…"

"All of my life!" I belted out, finishing the line she'd started. "Oh, show yourself! Ah-ah, ah-ah!" I vocalized the notes a few more times, each round louder and more confident than the last before finally ending the song in one long crescendo.

The auditorium was suddenly very quiet except for my low panting as I tried to catch my breath.

Then I heard it.

The sound of clapping. More specifically, of one single person clapping very enthusiastically, reverberating noisily around the otherwise dead silent room.

Feeling my face erupt in heat, I immediately buried it in my hands. I knew who it was, even before I parted my fingers to peek between them out into the audience. Yup. There he was. Lea, up on his feet to give me a standing ovation while everyone else remained seated, staring at him blankly.

The dork.

Ariel was at my side now, snickering as she muttered behind her hand to me, "This is why they normally don't let the boyfriends in to watch."

He didn't look like he planned on quitting any time soon either.

"Hsst!" I blew through my grit teeth at him discreetly. Well… as discreetly as I could, given I was still standing on a stage in front of a room full of people. "Stop it," I whispered, narrowing my eyes on him. I could see Jack making long, annoyed strides towards Lea. "You hear me? Stop. It."

He seemed to take 'stop it' to mean 'applaud harder and pepper it with a few shrill whistles for good measure.'

I sighed, hanging my head and pressing my fingers between my eyebrows.

"D'aw, I think it's cute," I heard Ariel laugh and I hazarded a glance up again. Lea, finally spotting Jack coming for him, had vaulted himself over some chairs into the next row and was trying to make a run for it. "Your boyfriend is your biggest fan."

"...yes," I rubbed a curled finger over my lips, eyes crinkling as I watched the little scene he was making. Sally had been waiting for him on the other end of the seats opposite of Jack. Realizing his mistake too late, she snagged him by the ear before he could backtrack and started dragging him out of the auditorium. "Yes, I suppose he is."

I still had to sing my second song, the one from Wicked itself. That one ended up being a lot less nerve-wracking. Don't get me wrong, a few jitters yet remained to wriggle about my insides, but I was still riding the endorphin high from getting through my first song, making the second one seem like a breeze in comparison. When I was done, the only acknowledgement I got from Marluxia was an impassive, "Thank you," before he was calling the next person. I hurried off the stage and had a quick word with Jack and Sally before saying my farewell and walking outside.

The sun was beginning to set by now, making the shadows stretch long. It wasn't hard to spot Lea, leaning against his car as he thumbed through his phone and waited.

My heart swelled and my feet suddenly had a mind of their own, propelling me forward.

He glanced up, pocketing his phone and grinning big at me as he used his foot to push himself up off the car. "Hey! You kicked some serious ass up th-" A surprised grunt was forced out of him as I suddenly crashed into his chest, hugging him tightly around the waist.

"...thank you for that," I muffled quietly into his shirt.

Lea was very still for a second. But then I felt a small chuckle rumbling throughout his body as his arms slowly wrapped around my shoulders, returning the embrace. "Nah, that was all you, El. I just provided the wheels that got ya here."

I loosened my grip but didn't fully let go. Just enough so I could lean back slightly to smile up at him. "Thanks for coming with me. I didn't think I'd wanted anyone here, but… it made a difference and meant more to me than I realized it would. And thank you for encouraging me to do this and…" my nose wrinkled a bit, "...and for making me get up on that karaoke stage a couple weeks ago, despite my multiple protests."

He snorted, but his face softened as he brushed some of my hair behind my ear, his thumb just barely grazing along my cheek with the gesture. "What can I say? Being a pushy, overbearing asshole is one of my many wonderful talents."

"That's not what I meant," my eyelids drooped.

"I know," he hummed a laugh as he pulled me in for another hug, squeezing me close as he rested his chin atop my head. We stayed that way for a few seconds more before he released a heavy sigh. Then he pulled back, cupped my face with both his hands, tenderly pressed his lips to my forehead, and...

...blew a goddamn raspberry.

I gasped and shoved him away, furiously scrubbing at my brow with my forearm. "Ugh, was getting more of your slobber on my face completely necessary?!"

"Oh without a doubt! I know what a huge fan of it ya are," he smirked cheekily as he made his way around his car to open the door for me. "Now then, shall we get you home, m'lady, so we can spread the good news?"

I squinted at him with a frown as I followed him over and took a seat. "...what good news?"

"That ya got the starring role, of course!" he chirped down at me.

"I did not-" I was interrupted as he shut the car door in my face. Huffing and buckling myself in, I waited until he was climbing into the driver seat to try again, "They won't even be announcing who's getting what part until next week, but I seriously doubt they're going to give me a lead."

"You're right, my mistake," he stuck his key into the ignition and twisted it, shooting me a wink. "They'll give ya two."

"Goodness, I'm getting two leads now?" I fought the upward tug I felt at one side of my mouth. "Do you even know how plays work?"

"Course! That's why I know for a fact that they're just gonna give you all the parts."

I bit back a grin. "Huh. A one-woman Wicked show. Now that'd certainly be a… choice."

"And one I have every confidence in you to pull off!" he nodded chipperly as we exited the parking lot.

I just shook my head at him. Honestly, I didn't care what part I got. I'd be honored just to be included in the chorus if they even gave me that much. But no, all that I really cared about was that I'd actually done it. Gone through with the audition and lived to tell the tale. And sure, it had scared me out of my mind, but in the end it'd been worth it. Because you know what? Turned out I'd absolutely loved singing on that stage. And I knew for sure now that this was something I wanted to do… something that I wanted to play a part in my life, no matter how big or small. And so what if I most likely wasn't going to get the lead this time around? I could just use this experience to learn the ropes and get better prepared.

Better prepared, that is, to totally crush it at the audition for the next show.

Author's Note: And yet another scene where I included the full lyrics of a song sang by a character - again, it's not something I would normally do, but I felt this was a rare occasion where it's important enough to Elsa's character growth that again I shouldn't just gloss over it. But gosh, I feel so awkward writing detailed singing scenes! Why oh why did I have to make her want to do something with singing? This was a story decision I fast grew to regret, haha xD I hope it turned out okay tho! Anyhoo, for anyone out there who hasn't seen Frozen 2, the song she sings this chapter, Show Yourself, is from that - I suggest you give it a listen if you haven't heard it before :) Actually hearing it does it way more justice than I could ever do in writing xD And I've decided that Disney movies still exist in this AU, they're just musicals now and the characters in those musicals most likely just all have different names than their Disney movie counterparts, but the plot is otherwise unaffected xP Fun fact: The ice cream this chapter, Ever After, is named after Corona's keyblade and I imagine its description on the menu would look something like: "Let down your golden lemon soft serve! A specialty from Corona, this treat is garnished with edible flowers and served in a stack of purple waffles cones to form a tower."

So, did Elsa manage to impress the powers that be at the audition? Will she make the cut and land a part the musical? Will she get a lead, a bit part, or the boot? WAS Lea's slobber actually lucky enough to tip the scales in her favor? Find out… NOT next chapter xD No, we have something else on the horizon for next time… could that fated yet dreaded weekend with the folks finally and at long last be upon us? Stay tuned to find out!

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Out of My League (Midoriya Izuku X Reader X Bakugou Katsuki) PART 3

PART 3 to: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189492329579/out-of-my-league-midoriya-izuku-x-reader-x

Classes. Are. OVER!!! I’M A FREE WOMAN~!!! <3 Enjoy this ya’ll! Dammit I’m sorry I thought I was gonna go to the ball on this one but that’ll hafta wait for the next chapter cuz this got longer than I thought!! >.<

ENJOY THOUGH!!

Taglist: @dailyojiromashirao, @asja-the-hoarder, @breezy-chan11414, @captainw0lfy , @sunflowergem, @lenkiryuu

Summary: As your shopping adventure at the mall continues you gain a rush of new confidence.

She's so high High above me First class and fancy free She's high society She's got the best of everything...

‘She’s So High’- Tal Bachman

SECONDS AGO...

“OMG Chemistry alert~!” She exclaimed cheerfully to the girls who stopped to see what she was talking about, and they saw it. You and Shinsou just talking to each other, and you were laughing and he was trying his hardest not to even though your laughter was oddly contagious. Hagakure gasped a little bit, as happy as she was that you asked out Izuku, this was kinda cute…

And the other girls had no idea that you already asked out Izuku, but they were already starting to think that you were probably gonna ask out Shinsou? Even though you guys hadn’t really talked until now.

“Hee… oh God I forgot about my girls, hehe thanks for being awkward with me, I will see you later dude.” Once you remembered the girls, you took your drink to go back to them as he smiled and waved at you. “See you.”

As you walked away he watched you go with an amused little smile, what an interesting, funny person you were.

NOW…

It almost didn’t occur to you that spoke to another guy that wasn’t Izuku or Bakugo, granted you HAD talked to other boys (Kirishima, Iida, Sero, etc.) before and actually kinda talked to them a BIT more than the girls but still! Shinsou had a little something-something, and you talked to him. Wow, talk about a boost for your confidence.

The thought made you giggle a little as you finally regained enough composure to go back to the girls, at least until you had to park it near a chair to tie your shoelace. How the fuck it gets undone and unties itself you had no idea.

As you crouched to tie the thing, Shinsou walked past you so he could go to his table that Kaminari decided to sit at with him for some reason.

But as he stole a glance to look at you, he didn’t pay attention to the rest of his surroundings. Just that one brief couple of seconds of distraction and he didn’t even realize a puddle of spilt juice at his feet until he felt his foot slip and fly from under him.

A gasp left him when gravity began to push him backwards and everything he carried went flying. ‘There goes my lunch and my dignity…’ Was Shinsou’s thoughts before he plummets to the earth in front of everyone…

At least until you perked up at the right moment. As fast as you could, you reacted and rushed behind him with your hand out and focused all your energy on his body to stop his fall and catch him. His eyes went wide, and all he could feel was an invisible force pausing him before he could hit the ground, carrying him as he felt his feet gently land back on the floor. But before his lunch could fall you looked right at the tray and it’s contents as they all slowed down and you brought the tray back to your hand and made the drink and food all slowly come back to it’s state in the cup and plate and float back onto the tray like it had been.

Mission accomplished.

Shinsou didn’t fall, and his lunch was saved. And all he could do was look at you with his purple eyes still wide with light shock as your own (E/C) eyes were wide with how fast everything went, but you were happy that you could react in time.

But the two of you perked up when the sounds of clapping and light cheers hit your ears and you looked up finally to see several of your classmates praising you for such fast reflexes. “HEY! Way to go (Y/N)!!” Hagakure rather happily cheered for you from your table, “That was SO COOL!!” Mina enthusiastically clapped with the other girls next to her. “Nice reflexes…” Jirou was actually smiling at you because she had to admit, that was impressive.

“Way to go (Y/N)!”

“Quick thinking. Literally!”

“That was awesome!”

You could hear Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari from Bakugo’s table cheering for you, and you saw that he wasn’t cheering but his eyes were a little bit wide at how you stopped that disaster without any help.

Izuku was more openly impressed though as he stared at you with wide green eyes full of awe. He’s always held you in high regard, ever since you got your quirk like Bakugo did, he thought you were one of the coolest girls ever. Even when you didn’t believe it, he believed it, and now it was clear that you were starting to when you looked so happy and proud.

And as you heard a lot of cheering and clapping you looked over to see Izuku looking right at you from his table. You gave him a big smile as he perked up when such a rare smile from you shined upon him, and he blushed heavily as soon as you and he made eye contact and he couldn’t help but shy away with a hidden smile. Oh how he wanted to tell you how cool that was but he just froze immediately when you looked at him…

Wow, you were so cool and you were going with HIM to the dance… he wouldn’t get over that…

However, you couldn’t help but feel very proud to see all their impressed faces after what you did. An involuntary grin sporting on your lips, wow what a head rush, you didn’t want to get all egotistical but you felt pretty awesome right now. No modesty…

“Ahem.”

But Shinsou’s voice broke you out of your fantasies of walking a stage and you perked up and finally looked at him. He looked a mix of impressed, grateful and slightly annoyed because he could tell you were distracted, “Oh! Shinsou… hehe… are you okay?” You had to ask him.

“Yeah… I’m okay. Thanks for saving my ass.” Now that he was on his feet, he could properly thank you for saving him from both a painful fall and an embarrassing moment.

“Ah. N-No problem… I’ll save your ass anytime.” You said suddenly, without even thinking about it until you heard what you said and Shinsou gave you a bit of a look that quickly turned into an amused smirk as your started blushing quite madly, “Oh yeah? I’ll keep that in mind…” He said just to tease you as you stuck your tongue at him.

“Good! Cuz… ya know… but yeah you’re welcome dude… no problem.” Your nervous expression turned into a sheepish smile as you finally remembered, “Oh and here’s… your food, I saved it before it could hit the ground so there’s no need for any 5 second rule…” God you were so awkward, but Shinsou didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s 10 seconds for me.” He decided to joke around with you a little bit just to put you at ease as you laughed a little bit, “Ha! I’m guessing that rule only applies whenever you’re at home?”

“Exactly.”

What the hell were you doing? Bakugo wondered as he saw you just talking and laughing like an idiot with that brainwashing weirdo. You always spoke to extras and he understood that, and he especially never understood how you always talked to Deku and hung out with him. It’s not like your quirk was super powerful but you could do better than that.

It’s why he always picked on you, because you associated yourself with losers. And that made you a loser. Except… Bakugo felt bad for thinking you were a loser, even though you kind of were one, and he remembered the times you called yourself a loser. Why did right now of all times thinking about it bother him? He called you a loser and you agreed with him, and not it was bothering him.

And seeing you talk to that bonafide loser was DEFINITELY bothering him as he clenched his chopsticks so hard they snapped in half the more he saw you talking and laughing with that brainwashing bastard.

“Well… this has been sufficiently awkward, but I will see you at the dance…?” You decided to let him go, and you felt a little bad for thinking he wouldn’t show up at the dance. He shrugged his shoulders, “Unfortunately.” Shinsou replied neutrally but with a little smile, dances weren’t his thing either but Kaminari insisted that he should go now that he was with the Hero Course with everyone.

“Ah. Cool, cool… well kinda.” You and he shared one last chuckle before he waved at you and you awkwardly waved back with a crooked smile. And then you turned away with a big smile as you went over to the girls.

“(Y/N) That was so cool!!”

“Yeah way to go, you were pretty quick on your feet.”

“Your quirk has really improved!”

“Yeah! You totally stopped all of those things from falling!”

“That was pretty impressive girl.”

“I wish I caught it on camera!”

Hagakure, Tsuyu and Yaoyorozu didn’t hesitate to compliment you, as did Mina, Jirou and Uraraka shortly afterwards and you both blushed and grinned somewhat proudly from all the praise. “Aww girls stop it… you’re gonna give me a big head… it WAS cool to do all that…” You said in a somewhat coy voice as the girls didn’t hesitate to keep praising you and building up your self-esteem. Which you greatly appreciated.

“So… Shinsou huh~?” But Mina quickly teased you for having had a rather friendly conversation with Shinsou which made you blush a little bit, “Oh shut up… we were just talking, a girl and a guy can talk without any sort of undertones.” You claimed, but it didn’t stop her and Uraraka from teasing you a little bit and asking you to dish a little more.

This was crazy but you didn’t mind it at all, but these girls were a little more like you than you thought. And you were a little bit better at talking to people more than you thought. You talked to Izuku, you talked to Bakugo, and you even talked to Shinsou!

It was all so riveting that as soon as you were finished with lunch, you felt more motivated and ready to get a little more shopping done as you smiled to the sky. You had a dance to get ready for and you were going to go and get everything you would need.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udLuRz9nP6A)

Hot Topic.

As cliché as it sounded, you decided to take Bakugo’s advice and check around your favorite store, and went right for the dresses, skirts and shoes that they had. Hot Topic was known for having edgier clothing and for those with a more gothic, punky or grungy style.

And speak of the devils, you weren’t surprised to see Tokoyami, Jirou and Aoyama. Well, it was a LITTLE surprising to see Aoyama there but he seemed pretty fascinated with the shiny nail polishes. Tokoyami and Jirou though were definitely on the gothic and punky side respectively.

You liked to think you were a mix of all of those. And maybe you could go for something a little edgy.

“Time to be edgy and sexy.”

You thought confidently as you took several of the skirts and shoes, many of the skirts were a little bit short but you decided that maybe it would be okay to be a little sexy and let them see these legs of yours.

Helped that you found some stuff that were plus-size as well to fit your waist, along with these neat combat boots that you found. It took a while putting them all on, and you thought you didn’t look that bad as you tried on the last pair and stared in the mirror you were nodding in approval at yourself when you saw how a pastel purple skirt looked on you and it didn’t even go down to your knees! And the black boots? Ooh girl you loved how punky and badass they looked. Oh yeah you looked fantastic! And you were happy to go out to try out these boots and see how they felt on your feet. They weren’t uncomfortable, they were kind of like this pair of boots you had once as you flipped your hair a little bit just to feel like one of those girls in the beauty commercials.

“Ahhh~. She is beauty, she is grace~.” Aoyama noticed you strutting and he was nice enough to compliment you as he seemed to like how you looked. “Why thank you Aoyama~.” You happily thanked the oddly sweet boy, and this caught both Jirou and Tokoyami’s attention when they heard two classmates talking.

The two of them both seemed to perk up, albeit looking more flustered as soon as they saw what you were wearing, and how short that skirt was. “(L-L/N)!!” Jirou especially started to blush in secondhand embarrassment on your behalf.

“Hi Jirou~. Hi Tokoyami~.” But you noticed this and even feigned a flirtatious voice, which just made the former blush even more, and the latter’s feathers were visibly floofing up the second he caught a glimpse of something he shouldn’t have seen and quickly averted his eyes.

‘A woman’s most sanctified garments…’

“B-Be careful! Your skirt… i-it’s so short! T-There are guys here!!” Jirou was weirdly kind in her own way, she was totally looking out for you and that made you smile.

“I know boo boo. Don’t worry I’m just trying it on, it IS a bit too short but I kinda like it… it’s the boots I’m going for though, I think I look kinda good in them?” You thought outloud with an amused smile, amazed though as Jirou looked a bit happy that you looked more confident than you did at the other place, but she was still flustered.

“Oui! I think you look very powerful (L/N).” Aoyama paid you another compliment and a wink, since Tokoyami and Jirou were much too flustered to do so and you grinned when you got the feedback you were looking for.

“Oh thank you! I think so too! I’ll take them!” You exclaimed and clapped your hands, and when you turned you didn’t see Tokoyami and Jirou jump a little bit when they saw panties yet again.

“Did you guys see anything?!” And Jirou quickly yelled at both him and Aoyama if they caught anything, but it’s not like they could help it. Aoyama in particularly quickly shook his head, “Non, non! I swear it wasn’t intentional!”

“O-Of course it wasn’t. I-I would never do such a thing…”

However, Jirou quickly calmed down because she knew these two boys weren’t perverts. She just really wished that you didn’t catch so much attention like that because she knew plenty of guys who were creeps. And little did she know that some of her fears weren’t unfounded as some nastier girls in the store snickered when they saw you strutting and didn’t hesitate to film you behind your back.

“See you guys~!” You cheerfully waved to your surprised friends once you brought the books and even winked at them, much to Tokoyami and Jirou’s confusion and Aoyama’s content. He liked a confident person.

That was two items down, the right bra and the right pair of boots. Now it was time to go try finding a dress again. You were so happy and motivated that you felt like some kind of American celebrity walking around as you stood foot back into the place you and the girls were at.

Instead of giving up like earlier, you went to the dresses suited for a somewhat larger size such as yourself and to your surprise, you found a few cute ones. Especially this blue dress and a neat black romper that you were happy to take to try on.

“(Y/N)! You’re back!” Uraraka smiled wide when she saw you back in the place after you left to go to Hot Topic for a bit, and beside her was Tsuyu and Ashido. “You know it! I needs a dress.” You said somewhat cheerfully, which the girls noticed and were happy to see.

“Looks like she’s got some confidence in her now, ribbit.” Tsuyu was the first to point it out to the girls, “That’s awesome! Now all seven of us can go to the dance feeling good!” Ashido excitedly said, because she had this vision of all the girls of 2-A at the dance and looking fabulous and proud of themselves. Now that you FELT fabulous and proud, that just might come to fruition.

You thought so too as you looked at yourself with a dress on, shrugging with an ‘eh’ though when you didn’t really like it and thought it was a bit snug around the waist and shoulders. But whatever, you could just go get a bigger size, and you were so comfortable with yourself at the moment you opened the door…

Only you weren’t in the dress, you had taken that off. No, you were just in your bra and underwear for the store to see and you couldn’t care less as you smiled and walked about to go to the section, and the employees were much too shocked to even stop you…

Your grin grew when you saw the shocked and flustered looks of other customers and how some guy’s jaws were agape. Ha, looks like this is their first time seeing skin, you thought. And you waved at the girls who all were wide-eyed and especially shocked when they saw you out of clothes, but in a STORE where everyone could see you…

“Oh wow~…!” Hagakure didn’t see much wrong with it though, since she was naked a good portion of the time when she was training. “She is… happier than earlier at least…” Yaoyorozu, similarly, didn’t see TOO much wrong with that since she didn’t seem to understand how nudity flustered and/or titillated others.

“AHHHH!!” However, Jirou screamed when she came back to the store and saw MORE of your panties and bra, what were you doing?! “(L/N)!! Put your clothes back on!!” It was one thing wearing a short skirt but this was even MORE skin!

“I will hon I promise! I just need to get a bigger size!” You waved at the girl, and then at a few guys who seemed a BIT impressed to see a girl without her clothes on. “STOP STARING!!” Jirou quickly yelled at them though as soon as she saw them staring.

“Girls come on! Let’s all strut our stuff~!” You then cheerfully suggested to the other girls, but only Ashido, Hagakure and Yaoyorozu seemed up for it. Although Yaoyorozu didn’t seem to completely get what the context of ‘strutting your stuff’ meant. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to wear something nice and new.”

“YEAH! Let’s do it girls!!” Ashido had your back as she and Hagakure cheerfully went to find some clothes to wear, “Well… if everyone else is! Okay!!” And they got Uraraka on board as she smiled wide at how well you were getting along with the girls now, “What do you say Tsu?!”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” She said with a little smile as she gladly joined the rest of her friends, but only Jirou was conflicted because she was much shyer about ‘strutting her stuff’ since she felt like she didn’t have a LOT of stuff to begin with.

“A-All right!” But she gave in because she saw what you were trying to do, and she was down for a little bit of that positivity, but would still be wary of perverts.

Although she, and all the other girls weren’t aware that some others, including the same girl from Hot Topic had come by to film you while you were cheerfully going about and dancing in the clothes you were strutting in.

At least until you came across the mannequin in the WAY too short clothes that made you fume and you punched in the stomach as it fell over, much to the shock of others around and an employee who didn’t see what happened but just had to pick it back up.

“Oh Izuku…”

This time you went to one of the other mannequins dressed up like a man, and put it’s arm around you, “Your arms are so much bigger than they were when we were kids, please hold me~.” You said in a dreamy voice as you got a little playful and nuzzled the mannequin and pretended that it was Izuku in an attempt to try and sound sexy for when you take him out on a date.

“Izuku! That is… NOT appropriate…” And then you found yourself bringing it’s hand to your breast to let it rub it, “Oh my goodness you got a little bad boy in your goody goody self huh? Well I like it~.” You giggled as Hagakure and Ashido were laughing with you when they saw you flirting with the mannequin but didn’t hear what you were saying to it.

“I love your new boyfriend (L/N)!”

“He’s got the perfect body but doesn’t say gross things!”

The two hyper girls joked and you couldn’t help but laugh and nod in agreement, “I know right?!” Although you didn’t tell them, that was actually pretty true about Izuku. He had a perfect body and didn’t say gross things…

Except he wasn’t your boyfriend, because… he was still way out of your league but maybe when you start feeling your sexy that could change and maybe you COULD be his girlfriend…

OUTSIDE…

“What’s… going on over there?” Kirishima was just with Kaminari, Sero and Bakugo. And close behind was also Izuku and Todoroki (who kept their distance from Bakugo), until they all stopped when they saw two other males looking over a puddle of blood and a person lying in it.

“I-Is that blood?!” Izuku shouted in shock and horror as they all ran over to see the scene, and it was blood all right… but it was coming from Mineta as he lied on the ground, the blood was streaming out fast from his nostrils as he heavily panted. His eyes agape and wide, cheeks red and a disgusting smile on his face and something else the boys wish they didn’t see…

“Ugh!” Bakugo exclaimed his disgust and wondered what the hell this fucking pervert did this time to have this happen to him.

“Mineta! Speak to me!!” Kaminari was the only one concerned though as he knelt down to see if his poor friend was still alive.

“S-Skin… oh so much beautiful, exposed skin in the flesh…” Mineta weakly answered as he raised his hand and pointed where ‘skin’ was and there it was. You just standing outside and waving. After numerous begs from Jirou, you put on more clothes but not a lot and wore a camisole crop top and very short shorts that really showed off your legs and really you might as well have still been in just your bra and underwear.

“Hi boys~.” You waggled your fingers at the guys and didn’t miss how SHOCKED they looked as soon as they saw you. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero and especially Izuku blushed heavily as their eyes went wide, but Kirishima, Izuku and Sero were polite enough to look away. As was Todoroki as he turned his head and couldn’t fight the blush heating his face when he saw how scantily clad you were because he was used to seeing you wear much more conservative clothes.

“W-Wha… WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING MORON?!!” But Bakugo was probably the most flustered when he saw you wearing clothes you DEFINITELY normally didn’t wear. His face as red as Kirishima’s hair when he realized that this was probably the first time he’s seen THIS much of your skin before.

“What I want~.” You replied cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to why this embarrassed him so much. Instead you just assumed he thought you looked gross in this because he always thought you were kind of ugly and you knew it. But at this point, he didn’t think you were ugly at all.

No, he’d be lying if he said he thought you were ugly, how could such a full figure with soft looking skin and curves be ugly? He was a stupid kid back then who clearly didn’t see how desirable your body was, but he wasn’t a damn pervert, he actually had a lot of respect for women to NOT drool all over them and objectify them.

Which is why he was mildly horrified to see you dressed so provocatively because there WERE perverts in the midst that didn’t have the same respect he did.

And that’s why he went inside, to make sure there WERE no perverts around to just look at your ass even though he thought you were asking for it by wearing that stuff. Come to think of it, the other girls were also wearing different kind of clothes too, and the other guys in the store were definitely checking them out without a hint of shame.

But his main focus was on you, because he’s never seen you without your regular clothes and this was making him feel some type of way…

“Put your regular clothes on stupid! Don’t you know that there are perverts around here?!” Bakugo quickly went over to you and glared at anyone who dared to stare at your body.

“Ohh man these girls… making my underwear tight…” There was one right now, just looking right over at you and the other girls who wear trying on clothes that weren’t nearly as scantily clad as yours but skin could still be seen.

“HEY SHUT UP YOU FUCKING PIG!! DON’T SAY DISGUSTING SHIT LIKE THAT!!”

The second those disgusting words hit his ears Bakugo shouted at the guy with his hand out in case he had to burn his ass til he got the message. You had seen this before in movies and news but you were a little shocked to see and hear this happening right now.

Were guys really ogling at you and the girls? In a bad way…?

“Look at all that skin man… that’ll keep me nice and warm at night…” Another one, snickering and pointing over at you which made your eyebrows furrow a little bit when the way that guy’s words and the way he said it made you feel some type of way…

You didn’t like it at all. It wasn’t at all like Aoyama when he complimented you with the utmost respect and said you looked powerful, this guy…

He looked at you like you were a piece of meat and that’s all he was looking at you as.

“WHAT DID I SAY?!” Bakugo saw this too, and he quickly shouted at the other guy who said those words to you. “SAY ANOTHER WORD LIKE THAT AND I’LL KILL YOU!!”

Although there was someone threatening to kill their customers, the employees were much too scared to do anything.

“I wanna feel how soft (L/N)’s skin is…!” The king of perverts himself Mineta said with a lecherous grin as he found the strength to pick himself up from his puddle of blood with his hands out.

Enough was enough, you were NOT hearing anymore of it, and you weren’t going to let your girls suffer from it either.

“OKAY STOP! STOP! Stop it that’s enough!” This time you were the one to shout at all the guys, and several of them already had gotten up to run when Bakugo’s sparkling palm intimidated them into running away with their tails in between their legs.

“Ohhh man (L/N)… you look really good in that… you should totally wear more stuff like that…” Mineta attempted to compliment you, but you knew that he was just saying that so he could have something to ogle.

“You guys are being disgusting!” And you quickly shouted and scolded him and the other guys that were around, including Kaminari who was eating the eye-candy around him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What did I do?” He noticed that you were talking to him too, because you were looking directly at him and Mineta and other boys while the innocent Kirishima, Sero, Izuku and Todoroki stood away but were clearly disgusted by the way these guys were behaving.

“YOU’RE standing there to drool at the cake, and YOU guys are standing and doing nothing!”

Oh so you WERE talking to the other guys too, and this frankly shocked them, but especially Kirishima and Izuku. They WERE just standing there and doing nothing…

“I’m… sorry…” Kirishima at least had the grace to apologize, as did Izuku, “R-Really! I…” However, he’s never seen you that angry before and it frankly alarmed him and made him feel bad that he didn’t do anything to stop it. Sero and Todoroki also looked just as guilty but couldn’t really find any words to say without coming off as awkward.

“Ugh, it’s fine, at least you’re not acting like animals…” You felt bad when you saw how sad they looked and you gave THEM a break but still glared at Kaminari and Mineta, but the latter didn’t seem to get the message.

“Can you blame us (L/N)? That outfit really outlines you girls’ beautiful figures…!” Mineta was still drooling over you and his nose was bleeding, which made you snarl as you were ready to just toss him out but to your surprise Bakugo already kicked him out (quite literally too) as the grape-head went sent flying out with a shriek.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE AND DIE YOU PIG!!”

As the small boy went flying screaming, your eyes went slightly wide and you looked over at your friend. You had to give him that, Bakugo actually DID something compared to the other boys and that honestly made your respect for him go up.

“Aw… Katsuki…” You couldn’t help but look rather touched as he growled and narrowed his eyes at you, “Don’t say my name and look so elated!” He shouted with a furious blush dusting his cheeks as he looked away, at least you said his name…

“Look don’t hate me or anything but I do have to admit… you girls DO look really pretty in those outfits, sometimes you girls are just so pretty that some guys can’t help but steal a glance…” Kaminari’s voice caught your attention though as he attempted to defend Mineta and himself, but you weren’t having it.

“It’s one thing to admire someone’s beauty, it’s another to be a creep and just see how they look, and you and Mineta to learn some self-control and stop being creeps!” You outright shouted at him, and he actually felt intimidated as he backed away slightly.

“W-Wait! I-I’m sorry! I’m not trying to be a creep or anything I promise!” Poor Kaminari, you believed the poor thing he clearly had more pure intentions than Mineta. The boy just wanted to flirt with a girl and get to know her, but you needed to teach him a lesson.

“I get that but here’s the thing… either you keep it in your pants or I’ll rip your nutsack and everything else along with it off. Just rip it right off. RIGHT. OFF. Like a band-aid, except it won’t be a band-aid, it’ll be your nutsack being ripped right off.” So you gave him a warning along with some advice so it gets through his head and even emphasized you ripping off something, and that something would be his manhood should he not listen to you.

Kaminari’s face turned white as he looked at your gestures, and boy did he believe it as he started trembling. “I-I’m really sorry (L/N)… I-I swear I won’t do anything or say anything weird anymore and… I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable…” He apologized to you, and his words were sincere and he looked like he felt pretty bad for it.

And you were going to accept it because Kaminari was a simple soul. A bit of a trouble-maker but he had a good heart. “It’s okay Denki. Thank you for apologizing actually, and I’m sorry if I scared you.” You started to smile at the blonde, who returned it with a nervous smile, “I-I wasn’t scared…” He tried to claim but it was clear that he WAS scared of how angry you got, much to your amusement.

“(L/N)… we’re sorry too, we should have done something… standing and doing nothing is… so unmanly…” Kirishima apologized shortly after Kaminari did, and you felt even worse for having gotten mad at the poor guy. Kirishima was both a simple soul and a pure soul, and the last thing he wanted was to be a bystander when a friend needed help. And he did exactly that…

“Don’t worry Eijirou… it happened so fast I shouldn’t have snapped… but thanks for apologizing too.” You gladly took up his apology, “Nah don’t be, we could have easily stepped in but we didn’t so… sorry.” Sero then apologized and seemed to look like he felt really bad because this wasn’t the first time he’s just stood back and did nothing when Mineta was being a creep.

“Yes. I’m sorry too.” And Todoroki also gave his apology because he also could have stepped in to stop Mineta and the other creeps in here from being creeps but he didn’t, and that made him feel really bad because he saw how uncomfortable you and the other girls looked.

“It’s okay too Hanta, and don’t worry Todoroki, you’re okay too. Thanks guys.” You said with a sweet smile, and thanked them too which they seemed happy about as they gave you little smiles. And your smile didn’t fade although you were shocked to suddenly turn around and have several shirts thrown at you.

“JUST PUT YOUR FUCKING NORMAL CLOTHES BACK ON IDIOT!!” Bakugo had thrown you several clothes that would cover up so he didn’t have to look at you dressed so provocatively anymore without feeling like one of these creeps himself. What the fuck was wrong with him?! You weren’t supposed to make him feel like this!

“Um… thanks…?” You were beyond confused but then went back to assuming that it’s probably because Bakugo didn’t want to see your weird body. However, after those guys made you uncomfortable you decided to go back to the changing room to get back into your regular attire and came out all covered up like normal and honestly you were happy to be back in them.

It felt good to be so confident, but those guys really made you feel so weird…

“You okay (Y/N)?” Tsuyu noticed how uncertain you looked, so she asked if you were okay and you gave her a nod and a smile, “Ah yeah… yeah I’m okay…”

“Way to tell off the guys!” And there came Hagakure with her invisible hands on your shoulders as she praised you for telling off the perverts who were ogling you and the girls earlier. “Ah of course… anything for us ladies.” You smiled at her and the other girls who were back in their normal clothes. They had to admit it was really fun to dress up, albeit until the perverts kinda ruined it for them. Thankfully you stood up for them.

And to an extent, Bakugo did too. He was focused on you the most, but at the same time, it’d be the last and only time he’d do something kind for the other girls. You smiled when you saw him outside the place, still looking a little bit pissy but he glanced to see you back in normal clothes, thank God…

“Katsuki. Thanks for… all of that in there.” You owed him another thanks, it’s been a while since Bakugo’s been this kind to you and you appreciated that. Especially since usually he was the one making fun of you, this time he made sure other people didn’t make fun of you.

“Tch… don’t mention it.” And he brushed you off in his classic Bakugo way, and you just giggled and smiled. “Sure…”

That was just him though, and at the end of the day you wouldn’t change that. Not when he’s changed in a couple of ways himself, he was definitely not a bully anymore. To you at least…

Come to think of it, where was Izuku? You wondered as you and the girls started to go off and leave the mall now that they got their dresses. And you found your dress too after several dresses, you finally found one that fit you and one that you thought you looked pretty good in.

Still you wondered where Izuku was… ohhh man you yelled at him, and you’ve never yelled at him. Sighing you stopped a little bit, but reassured the girls that you were okay and just needed to go to the water fountain for a drink.

So you did, but even quenching your thirst didn’t really wash away the guilt coming over you. Why did you yell at poor Izuku? He didn’t do anything wrong…

“(Y/N)!” And you perked up when you heard his voice, turning your head to see him looking just as guilty, if not more guilty than he did earlier at the store. “Izuku!” The first thing you were going to do is apologize, but before you could open your mouth, he beat you to it.

“I’m sorry!” He said so fast that you almost didn’t hear it, “I should have done something! If Kacchan didn’t… I just… I don’t know why I didn’t do something, but I should have! You needed someone to support you and I didn’t do anything! I’m so sorry and I just wanted to say that me saying sorry will not be enough because I can’t even-!”

He was going to ramble and go on and on about how sorry he was, but you heard his words and you didn’t have to even think he was being honest, you KNEW he was. Sweet Izuku was the most honest person you knew so you shut him up by putting your finger to his lips, smiling when you saw his face starting to flush at how you touched im.

“Don’t… it’s okay… I got a little… huffy… I mean it all happened so fast, and besides I’m not blaming you Izuku. I saw you and the other guys, you all looked pretty pissed at what was going on and… that’s better than just being completely apathetic.” You reassured him, because you knew what the guys stood for and you knew that they weren’t perverts.

He could tell you were trying to make him feel better, but also that you meant it too, “I-I know but… I just wish I could have done something… in the moment instead of standing there… but at the same time… I also thought that… you knew what to do. You were so confident and you knew what was going on…” Izuku began to ramble a little bit, but not the way he usually did and this definitely caught your attention, “You’re… I don’t think you know it (Y/N) but you’re actually more confident than I am… and better at so many things… it’s amazing… even when Kacchan and other bullies were trying to pick on us… you stood tall through it all, even when you supposedly gave up… you’re still here. Because you knew how to stand your ground and keep moving forward. If there’s… anyone who can take care of yourself… it’s you (Y/N).” He said in a soft, somewhat bashful tone as he smiled a little bit and your (E/C) eyes slowly widened as you blushed at his words.

He really was the purest soul you knew. He believed in you, he knew that you could take care of yourself, but was still your ally in things like that.

“Oh… w-wow… hehe… ohh Izuku… gosh way to go you sap… now you’re getting me all emotional…” Still you kinda teased him and wiped your eyes when his words made your eyes water a little bit as you and he giggled together. He was so sweet that you adored him…

“I do have to admit though… I am glad that Kacchan helped you…” Izuku wasn’t jealous, he wasn’t like that, but this time it was a little different. He was used to Bakugo being better than him at nearly everything, but now Bakugo was defending you? Izuku found that highly ironic given that Bakugo bullied you too just as much, he was happy about that but that’s just another thing he was better at.

Except he didn’t let himself feel like that, all that mattered is that he at least helped you when you needed the backup.

“Yeah… I am too. Even though it’s like… SO weird. I mean who’d have thought Katsuki Bakugo would start being decent? This is the same guy who blew up at the drama teacher like Christian Bale in the 7th grade…” You chuckled a little and nudged his shoulder playfully, and Izuku perked up with a little giggle when he remembered that…

“I’ve never seen a teacher run out of the room crying like that…” He was there when it happened, because you were supposed to be Ophelia and Bakugo played Hamlet, but screamed at the director for killing his character off even though Hamlet was SUPPOSED to die in the original play.

“I know right?” You and Izuku shared a laugh with each other before he decided to let you go, and then blushed quite heavily when he remembered that he was STILL taking you to the dance in two days. What the hell did he do?! He didn’t even find a good suit or good shoes yet?! He wasted so much time here!!

“Hee-hee well hey man I’ll see you at the dance~. And tomorrow of course cuz… you know, we got school…” You somewhat awkwardly smiled and waved at the blushing boy as he nodded vigorously, “M-Me too! S-See you (Y/N)…” He shyly waved at you when you smiled and blushed at him.

Except when you left you had a little skip in your step as you spun around with your bags in your hands and laughed to the sky. And Izuku walked away with a giddy, blushing smile on his face.

At least… until he got a notification on his phone and his smile broke into a horrified gasp as soon as he saw what was on it.

A picture and a video of you, dressed in the skirt and boots from Hot Topic, and then you with the mannequins at the Lacy’s store you were at with the girls. You were dressed in that same camisole and short shorts, except this video had some corny song playing in the background, and they put that pig filter on you complete with snorting sounds while bold words like ‘FAT PIG’ and ‘UGLY SLUT’ popped up when you were strutting and posing during your moment of confidence.

“No…” Izuku was both pissed off AND horrified when something like this made the internet, and he turned to see you gone. He couldn’t let you see this… he couldn’t let ANYONE see this.

“Oh wow… what a fat pig…” But his fears came true when he saw people around snickering when they could clearly see the video, laughing and pointing as they clicked away to make the video go viral and send it to everyone they knew…

“No…!” He shook his head as he took off in a fast dash to try and find you. Even if it was on the internet he didn’t want you to see this, how could someone be so cruel?

He thought as his other classmates who were getting ready to leave gasped as soon as their phones lit up and they saw their classmate on screen, made to look bad and they all looked shocked at this.

“That’s…”

“Oh no…”

“W-What are we gonna…?”

They each wondered, but that was nothing compared to Bakugo as soon as he saw the video that some motherfucker posted of you. His teeth grit the more he heard that song and the sound effects, he was going to kill someone…

And he perked up when he saw Izuku running, clearly to go and find you as he made it to the entrance of the mall, “(Y/N)!” You stopped as soon as you heard him call for you again as you turned to see him yet again.

“Izuku? What’s… up…?” You asked him and looked concerned at how worried and frantic he looked, and you saw Bakugo rushing forward looking just as concerned, albeit pissed off and it confused you to no end.

But then you heard snickering and laughing from other people, when you looked around you could see strangers and other teenagers snickering and pointing at you.

“It’s her…”

“The girl from the video…”

Girl from the video? You gasped as soon as your phone dinged and signaled a notification, “No! No (Y/N) don’t watch it! Please don’t watch it!!” Izuku tried to beg for you to NOT see what was on your phone but your curiosity got the better of you and your eyes went wide when you saw the video titled: “Fat Girl Runway”

There was the corny dubstep-like song playing while you were strutting in different clothes, with arrows pointing to your legs and your butt and your back, labelling them as ‘Cellulite’, ‘Flabby’, and a voice saying ‘Look at her jiggle’ when you were shaking your butt at one point. ‘Her Fat Ass’ was another voice you heard and then you saw yourself messing with the mannequin as you hugged it and said ‘That is not appropriate!’ and words saying ‘psycho’ as you fondled your own breasts and rubbed your face with your tongue out. And then you were making a stand towards the perverted guys with that music still playing, except every word that came out of your mouth was replaced with a snorting pig and words saying ‘GET LAID FEMINIST BITCH’ also popped up as you were trembling and breathing shallowly the more you saw the video…

Your face burning brightly in humiliation as heat pooled into your eyes and threatened to spill over as more people stopped to point and laugh at you because the video went viral.

“(Y/N)…” Izuku quickly moved closer to you so he could take you away from here, but before he could even try you ran off as fast as you could in tears.

“(Y/N) WAIT!!” He tried to go after you but you were already gone and he teared up just seeing how upset you were, how humiliated you were…

Bakugo saw it, he saw what the assholes did to you. He heard them STILL laughing and pointing even as you ran off, and it wasn’t just him. Shinsou was just outside the mall and ready to leave until he watched the video in horror, and he shouted when he felt someone bump into him.

“S-Sorry…!” You exclaimed, in a higher voice as you couldn’t stop the tears from falling and frantically picked up the bags you dropped but didn’t see who you ran into. “I-It’s… okay…” He said gently when he saw that it was you who bumped into him, but he couldn’t be mad… in fact he tried to help you until you gasped as soon as your eyes met his purple ones.

You were both uncomfortably silent this time as you swallowed hard and took your bags and ran past him to just get the hell out of here. Shinsou tried to call for you but no words came out as he could only watch you run off with a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes and then he glared at people he saw laughing at you as you ran off crying.

And he perked up ever so slightly when he heard someone shout in pain, and he saw Bakugo pinning someone to the wall with a fury blazing in his eyes. “YOU THINK THAT SHIT’S FUNNY?! IT WON’T BE FUNNY WHEN YOU DIE!!” He shouted at the guy who had a new bruise on his cheek, no doubt from the blonde’s incensed punch.

“NO! NO! I’m sorry!!”

The apologies weren’t enough though, Bakugo still beat the shit out of him and outright threatened several other guys that he heard laughing at you and Izuku even took initiative to make them stop laughing with a deadly serious glare and a mild threat.

You were nice to him, Shinsou thought that maybe he should do the same because it was the least he could do after you helped him today.

You didn’t know what was going on though, you just ran to your house, threw your bags to the ground and flipped your shoes off and threw yourself into bed to sob, tears freely streaming down your hot, sweaty face as you cried so hard that no sound came out.

You weren’t going to the dance… you couldn’t…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Super late prize fic for @a-lfreedom. Bls forgive ;;w;;

It’s Cardverse! With a lotta fluff and some pining, cuz we all like that.

~~~~~

“Arthur, go sleep. You’re obviously exhausted.” Their connection is fizzling at the edges, and Alfred can see the way Arthur’s eyelids are drooping.

“No, I… I’m fine.” Arthur blinks a few times and rubs at his eyes. His image on the waterfall clears and sharpens once more. “I feel like we haven’t spoken in ages, and tomorrow we’re going on another expedition.”

Alfred chews on his lower lip. “More ruins?”

“He’s found a door leading into the mountains, and Alfred, the energy that’s bleeding out from it…” Arthur lets out a sigh. “It’s going to be incredible.”

The King can’t help but to smile at the way his Queen’s green eyes have lit up. “Be careful, though. Last time was a close call, wasn’t it?”

“We err, might have rushed into that one a little bit. But don’t worry, Al. I’m more than capable to face anything now.”

“So you’ll come home soon?” Alfred perks up. “The meetings have been so boring without you there, and-”

“I have to stay longer.” Arthur looks down, fiddles with something out of sight.

“But you said you’re capable-”

“But there’s still so much more for me to learn! It was hard enough to convince him to teach me in the first place, to make sure that this trip wasn’t worthless. If I leave now, I’m never going to be able to come back.”

Alfred’s hands clench at his sides. “You’ve been gone six months, Arthur. Too much longer, and we’ll be vulnerable to an attack.”

“Who’s going to attack us? Diamonds and Hearts are allies, Clubs is still in its honeymoon phase with the new Queen and Jack, we’re fine.” Arthur crosses his arms over his chest. “I need to do this.”

“And I need you here.” Alfred’s voice is soft.

“That’s not fair and you know it. You’re being selfish.”

“I’m being selfish? You’re the one who snuck out!”

“This was the best time to-” Suddenly, Arthur’s mouth clicks shut. “We’re not doing this. Good night, Alfred.”

The connection is severed before Alfred can say another word. Arthur’s image vanishes, leaving just a regular waterfall in its place. He sighs heavily and runs his fingers through his hair, then leaves the room. The Scrying Chamber is home to a waterfall and a small pool that drains deeper into some underground river, and is part of a larger complex of rooms underneath Spades Palace. It all makes up The Queen’s Labyrinth, where all the Queens of Spades have practised and stored their magical knowledge. It’s all very pretty and glowy, but Alfred is wary of it, after he’d brushed up against some statue that had turned him into a rabbit for a week. Better to leave this place to Arthur. But the Scrying Chamber is the only way he can talk to Arthur while the Queen is gone, so every few days he braves the maze of rooms for a little while.

Careful not to touch anything, he makes his way back up to the castle proper. The Jack is waiting for him.

“I’m to assume it didn’t go well?” Yao asks.

Alfred purses his lips. “He’s being stubborn. His precious master’s found some new ruin for them to explore and it’s just-” He starts pacing the room, raking his hands through his hair and making it even more of a mess than usual. “Ugh! It’s so frustrating! He’s so far away and there’s nothing I can do and- and how do we even know we can trust this dude? He just suddenly sends a summons for the Queen of Spades and oh nooo Arthur just has to go halfway across the fucking world because there’s no other way and he has to go alone and-” He cuts off with a wordless, jumbled groan of frustration.

Yao schools his features into something less amused when the King looks to him. “You’re right. We can’t trust this master.”

“See-?!”

“But. But we can trust Arthur. Do you trust your husband, Alfred? Do you trust your Queen?”

The King deflates like a limp hot air balloon. “I…do.” He paces over to the other side of the room and slumps into a chair, head in his hands. “I just don’t like being so far away from him. So…unable to protect him.”

“Arthur would kick your ass if he heard you say that and we both know it.”

“Yeah.” Alfred chuckles along with his Jack. “Yeah, he totally would. But he’s not here to hear it, so lemme say it just this once.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Good.”

Yao clears his throat. “While you were in there, we’ve had another message come in…”

Alfred groans again, and takes a deep breath. “King’s work is never done, eh? And now I get to do Arthur’s paperwork, too. Lead the way, Yao, let’s get this over with.”

~~~~~

He waits by the waterfall for two hours, but Arthur doesn’t show yet again. Alfred’s starting to get worried, and his stomach clenches. “Arthur!” he yells, as if his voice could somehow activate the magic needed for him to see his husband.

But he doesn’t know the spell, or any magic at all, so of course nothing happens. Magic is the realm of the Queen, and somewhat the Jack. It’s never been kind to Alfred either. Usually, one of two things happens; it doesn’t work, or it has the exact opposite effect. Arthur’s a natural with spells, though, always has been, and Alfred could watch him work with it for hours. But here, in the most magical place in the castle, he’s powerless and unable to reach Arthur.

His eyebrows are knitted together when he finally gives up and leaves the room.

“There you are! I nearly sent someone in there after you!” Yao strides towards him. “Did you speak to Arthur?”

Alfred shakes his head. The Queen wasn’t dead; he and Yao would feel it if that came to pass, but anything else is fair game. Sick, poisoned, unconscious, weak… Alfred’s stomach churns even more. “Where is he? What’s he doing?”

“You know how stubborn he is,” Yao ventures forth. “If he thinks you’ve slighted him…”

“I didn’t slight him! I said I wanted him back home, safe, with me! That’s all!”

“Still, if he’s offended-”

“I’ll send a bird,” Alfred mutters, heading for his office. “I’ll need your help with enchanting it.”

“Of course.”

At his desk, Alfred crafts a letter.

Artie.

I’m really sorry if I said something to piss you off or upset you. It’s been days, and I’ve been waiting for you but you never showed and I’m getting so worried. Please, write back, or something, to let me know that you’re okay. I love you so much.

Alfred

Once it’s done, Alfred carefully starts folding the paper into the shape of a bird, long and sleek. Technically the enchantment doesn’t need a particular shape, Alfred could just roll the paper up and send it on its way, but both he and Arthur like the extra touch the folding gives it. Makes it just a bit more magical.

Arthur was the one who showed him the steps, and while he can replicate the general shape, Arthur’s birds always look prettier than Alfred’s. This one’s beak is crooked, and one wing is shorter than the other. He gives it to Yao anyway, and watches as the Jack enchants the bird and tosses it out the window. It falls for a moment, then flaps its wings and soars northwest. To Arthur. Oh, how Alfred wishes he could join it.

“Now we wait,” Yao says, turning to him.

Alfred sighs, and slumps back in his seat. He rubs his fingertips together, spreading the ink stains on them. “Now we wait.”

~~~~~

Alfred doesn’t know what’s woken him, but when he opens his eyes, Arthur is at the bedside. “Arthur!” His delighted smile withers away when his hands pass right through the Queen, and it’s only once he blinks that he realises there’s a faint glow around his husband.

The image of Arthur lets out a soft chuckle. “Sorry, love. Not yet.”

“How are you-?” Wonder overtakes Alfred’s face as he reaches out again, this time stopping his hand before it reaches the image. It gives his eyes the illusion that he’s touching Arthur, at least. “I’m not in the cave.”

“You’re not.” Arthur looks smug. “I was right, the stuff in those ruins… I’ve learned so many new spells, and some ways of conserving my own magical energy.”

“I’m happy for you.” And he is. He really is. But the ache in his chest won’t abate until Arthur is back home.

Something of that must show on his face, because Arthur looks away. “I got your bird. Your folding still needs work.”

Alfred brings his hands back to himself. “Yeah. You’re better and making ‘em than me.”

The image of Arthur sits down on the bed next to him. “…I miss you too. Very much. And it wasn’t right of me to say that you were overly selfish for wanting me back home.” His voice is soft.

“I love you, Artie. So much.” Out of habit, he leans over to rest his head on Arthur’s shoulder and squawks when he ends up falling sideway onto the mattress instead.

Arthur chuckles behind his hand. “Silly.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alfred grumbles, but he’s smiling too. “So when will you be back?”

“Soon. There’s a particular spell that I still need help to master. Once I’ve done that, I’ll return home.”

“Okay.” Alfred stifles a yawn into his arm. “What kind of spell is it?”

“It’s a secret. But you’ll like it. I’ll show it to you once I’m back.” Arthur’s face softens. “You should go back to sleep now. I didn’t think about the time difference.”

“I can stay up a bit,” Alfred insists. “I wanna look at your face some more.”

“Oh, just my face?” Arthur snorts.

“And listen to you pretty voice for longer.”

“Flatterer.”

“You like it.”

“I do.” Arthur makes a motion as if to stroke Alfred’s hair, then remembers the limits of the magic. “You spoil me far too much, but I can’t help but love it.”

“Spoil you just enough,” Alfred corrects.

Arthur’s smile is fond. “Just enough, then.”

For a moment it’s quiet, with Alfred just gazing at Arthur’s softly glowing form and Arthur looking back at him just the same. Then, Alfred speaks again. “I’m gonna throw you a party. When you get back, that is.”

“Oh?” One of Arthur’s impressive eyebrows rises.

“Yeah. Dunno if we should invite the others, though.”

“Hmm. Would be nice. We haven’t seen anyone since the Club wedding, and I’d like to get to know Elizaveta better.”

“She seemed intense. Different to Ivan, but I dunno if it’s a good or bad thing.” Alfred suddenly chuckles.

“What?”

“Clubs is kinda like us. Intense King and Queen, reserved Jack to keep ‘em in line. Or try, at least.”

Arthur smiles. “I suppose that’s true.” He suddenly looks off to the side. “I have to go. We want to get one more training session in before we eat, and you need to sleep more. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Alfred yawns, then gives Arthur a soft pout. “I miss you.”

“I know. I miss you too.” Arthur reaches out, creates the illusion that he’s caressing Alfred’s cheek. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Promise?” Alfred asks, still petulant.

“Promise.” Arthur blows him a kiss, and then the image disappears.

~~~~~

There’s a dragon in the woods.

The knight who reports the news seems oddly unbothered, but Alfred is too focused on the information to notice. He starts to call for the Ace to dispatch to deal with the threat, but the knight clears her throat.

“The dragon wants you specifically.”

Alfred blinks. “How do you know?”

“That’s what it said.”

“It speaks?! Yao, do dragons speak?”

“There’s been no record of it,” Yao says, then shrugs, “but that doesn’t mean that it’s impossible.”

“Alright-”

“Bear in mind,” Yao continues, “that this might be some sort of trap. I would not advise you to go alone.”

“I’m not that much of an idiot,” Alfred says, standing.

“Hmm.”

The King ignores him and gestures to the knight. “You’ll lead us there. Get something to eat and drink after your journey but be ready to leave in half an hour.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The knight bows and leaves the room.

Alfred gathers a group of twenty knights, and the Ace. His cousin Madeline might not look the part of a fighter, but her strategy and ingenuity are enough to rival Arthur’s, and she’s incredibly proficient with her chosen weapons. Her eyebrows rise up at the news of a dragon, but she’s ready to go in minutes. Dragons are rare, but not unheard of. The last sighting had been a century ago, in Alfred’s great-grandfather’s time.

He can’t imagine what this one might want. Gold? Jewels? Surely it would just take them by force. A princess? Spades didn’t even have a princess. A treaty of some sort, then? Alfred doesn’t even know what sort of treaty a dragon might propose. All he does know is that so far, the great beast hasn’t been hostile.

The knight leads the way to where the dragon is laid out, in a clearing in the forest about half an hour’s march from the city. They hear it before it comes into view, its breathing rumbling through the air like a huge bellows.

Its scales are a vibrant, iridescent green, and shimmer like jewels in the sun. The dragon is about five times the size of a horse with a wingspan that covers half the clearing when it unfurls its wings. Though at first it’s wary, it seems to relax once more when it sees the Spades standard. The dragon’s head is framed by golden spikes which continue down its spine.

Beautiful, Alfred thinks. “I was told you wanted to speak to me,” he then says.

“I do, my King,” the dragon says, voice reverberating within Alfred’s head.

Alfred’s eyes narrow. Then he abruptly dismounts from his horse and steps forward. His suspicions are confirmed as the dragon smirks. “…Arthur?”

A purring rumble of affirmation comes from the dragon’s – Arthur’s – throat, and his head snakes forward. “What do you think?”

Alfred lets out a cry of amazement and rushes forward, hugging Arthur’s snout tightly. “Oh gods, Arthur! What- How- Did you get cursed?”

Arthur laughs, pressing his nose up against Arthur’s chest with force nearly enough to knock the King over. “This is the spell I was talking about a few nights ago. The spell we found in the ruins, the power that was seeping out.”

“Whoa…” Alfred runs a hand across Arthur’s cheek, marvelling at the texture of the scales. But how…?”

“The dragons are dwindling in numbers. Because of hunting and sickness and just time. They’re powerful, though. So much more powerful than we can imagine, especially with magic. They can fragment off a part of their souls and bond it with a human’s. The human then changes, becomes not quite human, not quite dragon, but able to shift into both. Able to further both legacies.” Arthur’s form shimmers and buckles, and a moment later Alfred has the familiar, slight figure of the Queen of Spades in his arms.

“Whoa… That’s really cool,” Alfred says, but he’s slightly distracted now that he’s got Arthur’s body in his hold to touch and caress.

Arthur chuckles again, knowing this, and leans up to press a kiss to the corner of Alfred’s mouth. “I’m home now, though.”

“Welcome home,” Alfred replies, beaming as he twirls Arthur around and then leads him back to the horses.

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