#lift the tutu sir

[chibi-celesti]

Phase 02-Book 01: Dia Rosa Rudje (pt. 5)

Previously: The student before them was beautiful, though rightfully pissed…

Like a predator to his prey, he leaned forward to Meryu’s face. “How do you plan to pay me back, Herbivore?”

…

“I’M SORRY!!”

~Twisted Tonelico~

“Huh?” This was an unexpected response. Usually he either gets pushed back til the brat gets his teeth broken, or they whimper and admit defeat, and also lose a couple of teeth. But this? This was not what he normally got.

She kept her head bowed, embarrassed for hurting someone by accident. “Oi! What are you doin’, Minion!?!?” Grim panicked. Not like the position he they're in.

“I didn't mean to step on your tail, sir! I swear!” She righted herself back up, not caring for the whiplash she’s feeling. “Your tail isn't broken is it?!”

The older boy in front of her kept staring at her in confusion before deciding to mess with her some more. “Sadly, you did. I can barely feel it anymore.” He smirked at her “How do you plan to fix this?”

The Reyvateil got more flustered. Oh no! I hurt him! If Mr. Crowley caught wind of this, I’ll never hear the end of it! “L-l-let me fix it please!”

The stranger complied, lifting his tail in feint pain, and letting her hold it in her hands. ‘They're dead meat if they-’

~Was zweie ra enegd corpu hyzik yor. Ieeya cremia afezeria tes yor, sor wearequewie.~

Out of the blue, a stuffed lambie in a tutu holding a small bell appeared above them. With her small arms, the lamb shook the bell vigorously, causing green sparkles to fall on the boy and his tail. Still in shock, the senior said nothing, but Grim on the other hand… “First a Rose, now a Lamb thingy?! What’s with your songs being so weird?!”

The spell ended with the lamb hugging the boy before vanishing, leaving silence in her wake.

The stranger stared at Meryu, putting two and two together regarding the person in front of him. “So… you’re the Herbivore from that night? Little Miss Nightingale.”

Meryu looked at him. “Nightingale?”

She didn't have much time to think of the odd name as another voice cut through their talk. “Leona-san!”

Said boy growled in annoyance again before sighing. “Over here, Ruggie.”

Another boy appeared from the garden and made his way to the trio. His hair was a shaggy, sandy color with two hyena ears almost blending into his head. And his eyes were as blue as the daytime sky. He also wore the same color band and vest, but his uniform attire looked very baggy on him compared to his classmate.

The shaggy blonde-Ruggie- looked between Leona and Meryu before laughing. “Am I interrupting something, Leona-san?”

“Yes and no.”

“Too bad. You have a supplementary class to make up. If you fail again, you and I are gonna be in the same grade next year.”

“Yeah, yeah. I heard ya.” He removes his tail from Meryu’s grasp before walking away with Ruggie. He glances back to the girl and Grim one last time. “Next time, watch where you walk, Nightingale. Not everyone is forgiving of stuff like that.”

She nods in understanding.

“Bye, Melenas-san.” Ruggie waves to her before dragging his senior out of the Greenhouse. What an odd man… And why would he call me Nightingale?

A dramatic sigh from Grim breaks her musings. “I thought we were goners~. Watch where you’re going next time!”

“It was an accident,” she pouted.

They soon heard the heart and spade duo called for them from behind, changing the topic and reminded them of what they initially came there for. Right, the Mont Blanc!

Meryu ran to meet with the boys and together they left for the forest and chestnuts once more.

~Night Raven: School Kitchen~

With the help of the Greenhouse equipment, the First Years succeeded in gathering as many chestnuts as they needed for the tart. They brought their spoils back to Trey, and where they can start their first major tasks: breaking open the chestnuts!

For Clover, Spade and Grim, it was easy since they used magic to break them with ease. Trappola and Melenas on the other hand…were not so lucky. They broke them manually which was more taxing than they thought. The Reyvateil and Ace managed to work out a rhythm to cracking the chestnuts open, but of course not without a few complaints from the latter.

“Who knew cracking these things was so difficult! Wish I had my magic back.”

The girl tried patting him on the back. “It’s not so bad. Besides, we're just about finished with the last of them.”

“True. By the way, is what Grim said true? You sang to someone in the Greenhouse?”

She waved her hand dismissively. “It was a small healing spell, nothing more.”

“...Lucky bastard.”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing.” He stretched his arms, relieved the hardest part of the prep was over. “Ok, Trey-senpai. What’s next?”

“Next step is simple. We just need to mix together the peeled chestnuts with the milk and eggs- Shoot!” Trey shouted.

Deuce and Meryu rushed to Trey’s side. “What’s wrong, senpai?!”

Trey shook his head in dread .“We’re out of milk and eggs. We need more for the tart.” He looked to his juniors. “Would I trouble you two to go to the school store and get more?”

“Yes!/ Of course, Mr. Clover.”

Trey stepped away, making his list for the ingredients missing and other items he may need. Once he was finished, he gave the list to Deuce and Meryu, along with a couple madol to pay for the items.

“We’ll be back with the supplies, and Grim please don’t eat any of the ingredients!”

“Nyah! I wasn’t gonna!”

~Night Raven: Mr. S’ Mystery Shop~

“Wow…/ Whoa!” The duo were blown away by the school store. On the outside, it gave off an appearance of a humble traveler hub-like building one would pass by for small items and leave. But from the inside, it was something beyond either of their imaginations.

Countless items from all across the globe were hanging around the store, from crystal balls to intricate masks from many, unique cultures. At the front cashier desk stood a man in an interesting plum suit with a bright purple vest underneath. His outfit is adorned with skeletal designs, from the buttons to his top hat. His magenta gaze bore directly at his new visitors, and, as if he were a showman, he introduced himself to them.

“Hello there, my little imps~! Welcome to Mr. S’s Mystery Shop!”

This caught the pair off guard for a moment before Deuce asked his question. “We came to purchase some things.” he gave Sam his list. “We’re hoping you would have these.”

Mr. S(aka, “Mr. Sam”) took note of all the items on the list and with a swift bow spoke to the duo. “Sit back and relax. I’m gonna go get everything you need in the back!”

Soon, he left for the back of the store, leaving Meryu and Deuce to see the supplies sold at the school store. “Cauldrons, pens and inkwells, crystal balls. This place has everything!” Deuce exclaimed, mesmerized. All the Reyvateil could do was nod in agreement.

I wonder if Lady Shurelia would love shopping here? Maybe Mr. Lyner would like shopping here, too?

They also didn’t seem to wait long for the shop owner to return, as he arrived with bags of the exact groceries and other items Trey requested! “Here you go, little lovebirds~~! All of your much needed necessities!”

“EEEEHHH?!”

“I’m just kidding, little imps! By the way, are either of you interested in magical saucers? They’re fitting for any special occasions, and in stock now!”

“O-ooh. Um, thank you, sir. But we’re fine for now.”

Meyru bowed, thanking the shopkeeper as well. “Thank you, again, for helping us.”

~Night Raven: Main Street~

With supplies in hand, the two made their way back to the school kitchen. Deuce carried a bulk of the bags, leaving Meryu to carry one. “Mr. Deuce, are you sure you carry most of those bags by yourself? I’m more than happy to take some off your hands.”

He shook his head. “Thank you, but it’s ok. I used to do this kind of stuff for my mom back home?”

This surprised the girl. “Really? She must be very proud to have a helpful son like you.”

“U-uu-uh. Th-thank you, Melenas-san,” He cleared his throat, hoping to clear away the blush on his face. “Also, you don’t have to keep calling me Mr. Deuce or Mr. Spade. Just Deuce is fine.”

“You sure?” he nods. “Ok. I apologize for the formalities. It was something I was taught to do whenever I meet someone growing up.”

“I figured as much.” They laughed together, enjoying their time before meeting the others. Unaware of a pair of students walking on Main Street, and towards their direction.

“Also, Melenas-san, I-?”

Someone bumped into Deuce-

*crack!*

-causing his hands to slip and drop the bag full of eggs.

“Whoops. My bad.” And then they laughed.

Meryu gasped. “You guys again?!” She and Deuce were confronted by some Night Raven students. And these boys were the same troublemakers from lunch!

Deuce was shocked, too, but quickly got on the defensive. “Hey! Why are you jerks here?!”

“I’m offended. I was just minding my business when you walked into me.”

Meryu was livid. “ That's not true and you know it! No thanks to you two, our eggs are broken!”

“Oh boo-hoo!” one of the other boys fake cried. “You can still use them! Ain’t our fault your boyfriend here bumped into my pal, bitch!” The delinquents laughed, apathetic of their actions. And that was enough to upset Deuce.

“...take that back.”

“Huh?”

The spade was angry-no- extremely ticked off. “YOU TAKE THAT BACK, RIGHT NOW! YOU DICKHEADS HAVE A LOTTA NERVE TO SLANDER A GIRL!!” He cracked his knuckles, his demeanor a massive one-eighty from earlier.

‘Like at the mines…’ Meryu wasn’t sure to be amazed or scared.

“I was gonna let you guys go nicely after breaking the eggs and the little chicks they used to be. But for you to call Melenas-san ‘Bitch!’? I AIN’T LETTING THAT SHIT SLIDE!!!” Deuce smirked. “IF YOU AIN’T GONNA APOLOGIZE, I’LL MAKE YOU APOLGIZE!!”

~Phase 02-Book 01: Dia Rose Rudje- Tes Biron~

Hymmnos Rough Translation:

*Was zweie ra enegd corpu hyzik yor.: I wish to remove the pain from your body.

**Ieeya cremia afezeria tes yor, sor wearequewie: May my blessing heal you, that is what I wish for.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ar tonelico #twst x ar tonelico au #twisted tonelico #deuce spade #ace trappola #trey clover #cater diamond #leona kingscholar

[thebreadvansstuff]

if you're still doing the NSFW thing :) "I didn't even know you could do it in that position" ✨

Roleplay, dom/sub, degradation, name-calling

Harry fluffs up his tutu, adjusting the tulle so that it drapes evenly over the tops of his thighs. The candy pink bodice barely fits over his chest and broad back, but it accentuates his curves perfectly, creating the illusion of a tight waist and a small bust.

He looks at the mirror, taking notice of the blush he placed on his cheeks at the last minute, and how it compliments his complexion. He's proud of the outfit he put together, and all the preparation that went along with it.

Louis is certainly going to be pleased when he walks in to see him all prettied up, like a true ballerina. Little does he know that underneath the tutu Harry is wearing no pants, but a bejeweled butt plug, in matching color with his bodice.

His feet are clad in pink socks, and he wiggles his toes as he looks down at himself. He stands in the middle of the living room, waiting for Louis to return from the bedroom.

He expects a gasp from Louis, a brief slip up from the strict teacher persona he's gonna adopt later on, but when Louis joins him, he meets him with a look of indifference and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Why isn't your hair up?" Louis asks.

Harry blinks, not having expected this reaction so early on in their scene. His hands instinctively reach up to clutch at his loose curls.

"They warned me you were a lousy student," Louis tuts, approaching him.

Harry gulps, falling easily into the role and giving Louis a guilty look. "I'm sorry, sir. I can put it up now," he rushes out.

Louis scoffs like it doesn't matter to him, and uncrosses his hands as he comes up to Harry. "You needed help with your choreography?" he asks, expressionless.

Harry hastily secures his hair in a bun, nodding his affirmation.

"Let's see it then."

Harry hesitates for a moment, but finds no will in himself to disobey. Effectively, he comes up with some movements that hopefully look only a little awkward, and mostly graceful.

He raises his leg in the air behind him, lengthening his neck and torso.

Louis clicks his tongue, stepping behind Harry. "See, it's wrong from the get-go."

He places his hands on Harry's waist, groping his love handles tightly. "Your leg is not even halfway where it should be," he scolds, and Harry shivers at his tone, so easily submitting to him.

He stretches his leg further up in the air, his thigh coming in contact with Louis' waist. "Is that better, sir?" he asks, batting his eyelashes over his shoulder.

"You wish," Louis huffs, grabbing Harry's leg and lifting it even higher. It's a struggly, especially considering there is a butt plug shifting inside of him, constantly hitting sensitive spots, but Louis doesn't relent, until Harry has bent his body and is practically doing the splits, Louis' torso and hands behind him being the only support.

"Now that's better," Louis says, the hand that was supporting his thigh sliding closer to the edge of his bodice under the tulle.

Harry's breathing hitches, almost throwing him off balance.

"Hmm..." Louis hums as he slips his hand underneath the fabric. "So you're not wearing tights or pants, either, huh? Is that appropriate for a ballerina, Harry?" he asks, squeezing Harry's bum cheek.

Harry squirms, trying to hold the position. "I'm wearing something else, sir," he swallows dryly.

He waits with his breath held as Louis' hand inches closer to his hole, anticipates his reaction when he feels the end of the plug. He looks up at the mirror just in time to see the way Louis' eyebrow quirks, never breaking character.

"I don't think you're taking ballet seriously, Harry," Louis says, jaw twitching.

"No, I do," Harry protests immediately, trying to lower his leg and turn to face Louis, but Louis doesn't allow him to.

"Do you know how many people want to be in your place, Harry? Do you?" he spits into his ear, "There's people begging me every day, willing to do anything to get in the academy." At the same time as he releases the harsh words, Louis pushes his hips forwards, making Harry feel his growing bulge against the inside of his thigh.

Harry gasps. He needs a moment to compose himself and come up with an answer.

"I know that, sir. I'm willing to do anything, too!"

Louis rewards him with a squeeze on his arsecheek, fingernails digging into the flesh and stinging deliciously. "Correct answer," he whispers, looking up to meet Harry's eyes through the mirror. He smirks.

"You won't move until I say so. Understood?" he asks, and Harry ignores the burning sensation in his thighs in favor of nodding.

Louis lifts the tulle out of the way and pulls the bodice aside, exposing Harry's hole, and pulling out the plug. Harry shivers as he clenches, needing to be filled again.

Through the mirror Harry sees Louis shoving the plug in the pocket of his sweatpants before he's thrusting three fingers into his hole, roughly prodding against his spot.

Harry cries out, legs instinctively trying to close, but brain screaming at him to obey. Harry's cock twitches where it's messily tucked into the front of his bodice, and he leaks an obscene amount of precome when Louis rubs circles over his prostate.

Harry's legs are shaking, threatening to collapse as Louis pulls his cock out of his pants and rubs the wet cockhead against his entrance.

"You might deserve a spot here after all," Louis chuckles mockingly as he pushes into Harry, holding his leg up and out of the way, and bottoming out with a low grunt.

"Sir!" Harry squeaks, hands flying out for purchase, but there's nothing in front of him. He crouches down, hands reaching the floor as he bends and stretches in ways he'd never imagined he could before.

"Yeah, such a tight little slut," Louis chants as he fucks him, thrusting mercilessly. "You'd let anyone fuck you to get what you want, hm?"

Harry moans, feeling a fire slowly start to build up in the pit of his stomach at the degrading words.

They're both sweating and moaning unashamedly, Harry's bun falling apart, and muscles aching with the stretch of the splits.

"Want my come inside you? A reminder of how you earned your spot here?" Louis pants above him. His voice has gone an octave lower than usual, almost animalistic.

"Yes, please, sir!" Harry whines, closer to his orgasm with each punishing thrust.

"Comewhore," Louis spits, and Harry shoots into his bodice. Louis follows soon after, making Harry wet and messy in more places than one.

He releases Harry's leg, helps him stand up again and supports him when Harry's knees give out.

"Fuck," Harry pants, dropping his head back on Louis' shoulder and closing his eyes as he breathes heavily.

Louis chuckles, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Fuck indeed. I didn't even know you could do it in that position!"

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[m-jelly]

It bloomed in spring - chapter 5

@kenkopanda-art thank you for the wonderful banner.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

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Words: 6.2k

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, royal AU, emperor Levi, falling in love, forbidden love, relationship progression, oral and fingering (fem receiving), oral (male receiving), multiple orgasms.

Concept: Levi gets you the puppy he promised for you. Levi runs the balls as you dress up in something sexy for him. Levi returns to you and worships your pussy all night. The next day, you visit him in his office and pleasure him.

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You sat in the garden with your lunch and a heavy heart. Today was the ball and you knew that Levi would not be available all day. You were just a normal maid, so you never helped out or worked on events. You let out a long sigh as you stared at your half-eaten food. You felt tears in your eyes and a strain on your heart. You rubbed your tears away and sniffed a little.

“SIR TUTUS!”

You jumped at Levi shouting. You looked over at him running towards you. “What?” You looked down to see a little corgi puppy bounding towards you. “Oh, cute.” You laughed when the puppy dove for you. “Hello.”

Levi ran closer and panted. “Sir Tutus!” He huffed. “Sorry. He is trained, but as soon as he saw you he got excited.”

You fussed the puppy and giggled at him licking your cheek. “He’s cute.” You hugged Tutus and kisses the top of his head. “Who does he belong to?”

Levi sat down on your blanket and smiled. “You.”

You blushed hard as you stared at Levi. You gazed down at Tutus and hummed. “You shouldn’t have.”

“I wanted to. You asked for one,” he fussed Tutus “so I got you one.”

You looked down at Tutus. “You got him fast.”

“I have connections. Mike knows a few people.”

You lifted Tutus up and put him on his paws. “So, he is trained?”

“Yes.”

You hummed a laugh. “Smart puppy.” You gasped when Levi leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Levi.”

He smiled at you. “No one can see us here.”

You blushed. “They might.”

He captured your lips and hummed. “You taste so good.” He looked down. “I want to know what other parts of you taste like.”

You slowly lay back as Levi kissed you over and over. You sighed and relaxed as he slipped his hand under your dress and along the outside of your thigh. You pulled from Levi’s lips and moaned softly as he kissed your neck. “Levi. I umm.”

He pulled from your neck. “Yes?”

You blushed hard. “I-I would l-like to give you a umm…meal.”

Levi stared at you. “Meal?” He saw your blush and knew you were on the same wavelength as him. “I would love nothing more than to devour you. I’ll make it special so you feel loved and worshipped.”

You smiled a little. “You’re sweet.”

He kissed a line from your chin and down your neck to between your collarbones. “I am a man in love.”

You hummed a little laugh. “That tickles.” You stared at him as he smiled at you. “Ah.”

Levi frowned when you looked away. “What is wrong?”

“I may have had impure thoughts.”

“Speak.”

You whimpered. “I keep thinking of your hard and hot penis inside of me.”

Levi stared at you before turning his head with a burning blush on his cheeks. “I too have thought of that.” He flinched when Tutus licked his cheek. “Hello, pup.”

You softly giggled. “Good boy.”

Levi perked up. “Who? Me or him?”

You laughed at his happy face. “Both.” You heard people calling for Levi. “You should move off me.”

Levi slipped off you and sat up with a sad sigh. “I hate being apart from you.”

“I hate it too. I am consumed with fear, sadness and doubt when you are gone.” You rubbed your tears away. “At least now I won’t be so alone with Tutus.”

Levi kissed you. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Once this ball is over, it will be just me and you.”

You hugged Tutus and smiled. “I would like that.”

He stood up and sighed. “I will see you soon.” He blushed a little. “Tonight?”

You nodded shyly. “Tonight.”

“Come to my room.”

You nibbled your lip. “Yes.” You watched Levi leave and felt your heart racing. You packed up your things and walked back to the palace. “Sir Tutus? Come.” You walked inside with your pup trotting behind you. You spied Wendy and knew you needed to talk to her. “Wendy?”

She walked over and took the blanket from you and helped you pack things away. “Yes, my dear?”

You blushed a little. “May we speak in private?”

“Of course. There’s a room back here that’s always free.” She led the way and noticed Tutus. “What’s with the puppy?”

You picked up Tutus. “This is Sir Tutus. His majesty gifted him to me.”

Wendy squealed a little. “He’s adorable.” She giggled when Tutus stuck a bit of his tongue out. “How sweet of his majesty to do so.”

You nodded. “Oh, I wanted to speak with you.”

She closed the door behind her. “How may I help?”

You sat down with Tutus. “His majesty has asked me to join him in his quarters tonight after the ball. I would like to wear something special for him.”

She cupped your face. “Are you doing the deed?”

You hummed. “He wishes to devour me.”

“Oh, he’s giving you oral.”

You nuzzled your face against Tutus’ soft fur. “Yes.”

“Lucky. He has those long delightful fingers too, so it will feel nice.”

You sighed. “I want to look nice for him.”

Wendy hummed in thought. “I know just the thing.” She offered her hand. “Come.”

You held her hand as you held Tutus under one arm. You walked together through the halls and upstairs. “Where are we going?”

She smiled softly. “There are clothes that have been bought for the future Empress. I am sure Reuben would have killed us for this but seeing as his majesty fired him, we are alright.” She opened a door to reveal a room full of clothes. “There are some beautiful things in here.”

You put Tutus down. “I feel bad for wearing something from here.”

She looked through everything. “Well, the way his majesty is acting and looks at you,” she picked up a white night dress “you will be Empress in no time.” She showed you the dress with lace that would wrap around you nicely. “Nice, long and soft on your skin.” She placed it down. “There’s a nice corset in here somewhere.”

You played with the fabric and smiled a little. “This is a delight.”

“Right?”

You spotted a nice corset with small booty bloomers to match. “There are some delightful things here.”

She ran over with something. “Thigh highs! They’re this new thing that are blowing people away. Aren’t they cute?”

You smiled. “I like them.”

“Let’s get you dressed.”

You walked with Wendy to the room for the Empress. You put Tutus down and slipped onto the balcony to gaze at the sea. You hummed at the view before tearing your eyes away to look at the carriages arriving. “The royals are here.”

Wendy looked down at the carriages. “There’s a lot of princesses.” She looked at your face and saw the doubt. “It’ll be alright. He cares for you and he will not allow someone to take him from you. He is simply doing what is asked of him.” She pulled you close and held you. “You’ll have your happy ending together.”

You hugged her back and watched beautiful woman after beautiful woman get out of their carriages. “They’re so pretty.”

Wendy pulled back and looked down at the princesses. “You say that, but you know how these people are on the inside.” She pointed. “That princess has slept with half of her palace, men and women. She prefers multiple partners, not one.” She smirked. “That one is sixty-something.”

You laughed. “That one likes eating a lot and I mean a lot of cabbage.”

Wendy gasped. “She must be so gassy.”

You snorted a laugh. “Likely.” You blushed when Levi looked up at you as he waited to greet the next royal. You smiled at him waving at you. You waved back to him and pulled away. “Come on, I should get changed.”

She pulled you along to the clothes and spaced everything out. “Alright, strip.”

You pulled your maid things off and stood in your underwear. “Done.”

“Naked.”

You sighed and removed the rest of your things. “Ready.”

She wrapped the white corset around you and tied it up, but not too tight that it might hurt your healing ribs. You dragged your bloomers on and studied you. “Good. Now sit.”

You sat down and offered your leg allowing her to slip on the thigh-high. “Silky.”

She dragged them up your leg and smiled. “Looks nice.”

You nodded shyly. “It does.”

She pulled on the next. “There we go. I grabbed some shoes too. Nice little heels.”

You slipped them on and hummed. “Cute.”

She stood up and offered you the robe. “Put this on.”

You stood up and slipped the robe on and tied it around your middle. You walked over to the mirror and blushed. “It looks lovely. I can’t believe this.”

Wendy walked over and fixed your hair for you and your makeup. “Pretty as a peach. I’ve done very light stuff because your natural beauty is what he loves.” She held your hand and pulled you along. “Come on Sir Tutus, your mummy is about to be eaten.”

You whined a little. “Wendy.”

She giggled and snuck you into Levi’s room. “Go sit on the bed and I’ll be back with a nice bottle of bubbly and two glasses.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll get you something to eat as well.”

You smiled at her. “Thanks for this.”

“You deserve this.”

You bowed to her. “Thanks.” You sighed when she closed the door and looked down at Tutus. “Nervous.” You sighed and looked around Levi’s spotless room. You wandered to his bathroom and saw all his soaps were the same as yours. You moved to his walk-in wardrobe. You held a sleeve on his shirt and inhaled. “Levi.”

Wendy called your name and grinned at you when you walked out of the wardrobe. “Smelling his things?”

You blushed. “Yes.”

She hummed a laugh and placed everything down. “I’ll leave you be. Have fuuuun!”

You waved to her until she left. You opened the bottle of champagne and poured yourself a glass. You smiled as you stared at his massive bed that could fit eight people in. “Comfy.” You pressed your hand down on the springy mattress. You sat down and sipped your drink as Tutus trotted over to a bed Levi had for him. “Cute.”

You waited for a bit on his bed before you decided to have a walk around. You wandered outside and looked out at Levi’s view. You knew not to lean on the railing because you didn’t want anyone to catch you. You did have a sneaky look at people in the garden. You tried not to laugh at how drunk people had become. You snorted a laugh when a princess fell over and her dress was so big people struggled to get her up. You went quiet when you heard the bedroom door.

“Bunny?”

You blushed at hearing Levi’s voice. “I-I’m here.” You walked into the bedroom and smiled at him. “I was just getting some fresh air.” You walked closer as he stared at you. “I thought I’d dress up for you.” You nibbled your lip. “Am I appealing to you?”

He moaned. “Fuck yes.” He blushed. “Sorry, that was rude.”

You smiled a little. “Could you lock the door?”

“Yes.”

You walked over to the champagne and poured Levi a glass. You sat down and smiled at Tutus running around Levi’s legs. “He missed you.”

Levi fussed the pup. “Good boy, go to bed.” He smiled when the pup did as he was told. “Now you have my full attention.”

You offered him a glass. “Here.”

He downed his drink and sighed. “Gone.”

You giggled. “Was it that bad?”

He put his glass down. “I was barely aware of what was happening. All I could think about was you.” He knelt in front of you slowly. “What I wasn’t expecting was this.”

You blushed. “Le-Levi, you shouldn’t kneel for a commoner like me.”

He lifted your right leg. “I will only ever kneel to you, you divine creature.” He slipped your heel off and started massaging your foot. “What are these things you’re wearing?”

“They’re new. They’re thigh highs.” You blushed a little. “I have a bit of spillage though.”

Levi looked up at you. “Spillage?”

You nodded and parted your legs before pointing at the pudge being made from your thigh highs. “See?”

Levi shivered and let in an excited breath. “Delicious.” He held your thigh and ran his thumbs over the pudge. “So cute. I love them.”

“You do?”

He nodded. “They look so yummy. I wish to nibble.” He pulled back and pouted when you closed your legs. “Mean.”

You giggled. “I have a shoe still on.”

He hummed. “You’re right.” He slipped off your other shoe and massaged. “Cute.” He ran his hands up your calves to the back of your knees. He massaged the muscle and hummed. “I just know I’m going to have a delectable meal tonight.” He looked up at you as he kissed your knees. “Open your robe for me.”

You did as he asked and pulled it wide open. “Done.”

He smiled up at you. “Stunning. Such beautifully wrapping on a delicious present.”

You blushed a little as your body tingled. “You should unwrap your present then.” You parted your legs. “Don’t you think?”

“Oh, I do.”

You mewled when he ran his hands up the outside of your thighs to your bloomers. “Levi? What about my thigh highs?”

He looked up at you. “I would like to keep them on.”

You blushed. “As you wish.”

He tugged on your bloomers. “Bum up.” He dragged them down and smiled. “Good bunny.” He dropped your underwear to the side and purred. “Open those wonderful legs of yours.”

You parted your legs and looked away. You gripped the bed tightly. “Sh-should I put my legs over your shoulders?”

Levi smiled. “That’s right.” He helped you put your legs on his shoulders. “If you ever want to stop, just say, alright?”

You looked down at Levi and felt your heart skip a beat. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something so sexy about the crowned Emperor in his best things on his knees, your legs over his shoulders. “Yes. You look really good like this.”

He ran his lips up and down your thigh. “What a good girl you are for speaking your mind.” He nipped your thigh and smiled at your little gasp. “What a lovely sound.” He dragged his tongue up your thigh. “Give me more.” He bit your thigh and sucked on your skin. He smiled against your warm flesh when you moaned at him. “Like music.”

You gripped the bed tighter. “Levi.”

He ran his hands down to your plump bum and squeezed tightly. “So soft.”

You whimpered. “Levi.”

He looked up at you. “Sorry, no more teasing. I just wanted to marinate my meal.” He pulled you closer making you part your legs more and open yourself wide to Levi. He moaned and felt his cock harden against his underwear and trousers. He smiled as he watched your delectable nectar dribble from your twitching pussy. He moved one hand from your bum and parted your lips so he could look at you. “Hypnotic. A delectable meal made just for me.” He moaned as he looked closer to see your walls clenching in desperation for his cock or attention. “I have never laid my eyes upon something so divine before. I will worship you for gifting me this meal.”

You whimpered. “Levi, please touch me.”

“I will, my love.” He eyed your clit. “I shall start with that plump cherry of yours.”

You gasped as Levi dragged his tongue up from your pussy to your clit. You whimpered as he moaned against you. “Levi.”

He panted. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

Levi took your clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it over and over. He held your bum in his hands and massaged as his tongue traced circles around your clit. You started squirming a little above him at his teasing tongue. You whined at him and he heard your pleas. He flattened his tongue against your clit and flicked up. He lapped up at you as if you were ice cream. He moaned in delight at you panting and whining at his actions. Levi’s pleasure was your pleasure.

You tangled your fingers in your lover’s hair and began moving your hips a little. He moved his tongue at a nice soothing pace. You sighed. “Don’t stop.”

Levi hummed against you knowing that meant to keep going. He kept up the movement of his tongue as he massaged your bum in his hands like it was soft bread dough. He listened closely to your pants and whimpers. He wanted you to cum so badly. He could hear you getting close. You gripped his hair tightly as you felt the rushing coming. He shivered as you fought your orgasm. You wanted to last longer so you could have Levi’s attention, but you couldn’t hold on any longer.

You pressed Levi’s face against your pussy and cried out. “Levi!”

Levi pushed his tongue into your pussy quickly so he could feel your walls spasm around his tongue. He moaned as you massaged his tongue and coated it with your sweet honey. He dragged his tongue from you and licked his lips. “Wonderful. What a sweet little cherry that was.”

You panted and flopped back on the bed as your legs twitched. “Levi.”

He slipped your legs off his shoulders and crawled up the bed. He leaned his forearms on either side of your head. “Are you okay my sweet?”

You nodded shyly as you kept your head to the side. “I am.”

“I’m going to move you a little, okay?”

You looked at Levi. “Yes.”

He pulled away before dragging you up the bed. He rested your head on some pillows. He grabbed a few and pushed them under your hips to lift them up. “Perfect.”

You nibbled your lip. “Levi.”

He stood at your side and started taking off his jacket. He popped the long line of buttons as he watched you wiggle a little. “My word you are so dazzling.”

You giggled a little. “Could you take my corset off?”

“Of course.” He straddled you and slipped his hands under your corset. He leaned down and kissed you as he pulled at the laces. He tugged it open and pulled back from your lips. “Arms up.” He smiled when you did, allowing him to drag your corset up and off. “There.” He tossed it to the floor and stared at your breasts. “Look at them, such warm and soft puddings ready to be eaten.”

You opened your arms out to him. “Come taste and let me hold you.”

Levi threw his jacket away and dove for you. He pushed your boobs together, then released them and watched them jiggle. “Perfect.” He pushed them together again and licked a line from one nipple to the other. “So plump and soft.” He massaged them and kept pushing them together. He nipped and sucked your right nipple making you shiver and mewl at him. He moved his head and nibbled and sucked at your left breast. “You wear me well.”

You panted and whined. “Yes, Levi.”

He smiled at you. “You’re so cute.”

“Touch me, please.”

He shifted off you and leaned on his forearm next to you. He dragged his fingers down your pelvis to your pussy and clit. He moved his hand up and down teasingly, his fingers coated in your cum. “Move your legs close together.”

You closed your legs together. “Yes, Levi.”

He smiled at your thighs clenching his hand. “Good.” He ran his fingers up and down your pussy. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He pushed two fingers in slowly and curled them up. He moaned at how hot and wet you were. “Sh-shit.” He gasped when you clenched him. “You feel incredible.”

You clenched your legs more and grabbed his wrist. You looked up at Levi with parted lips and hooded eyes. “Levi.”

He couldn’t hold back at how tempting you looked. He crashed his lips against yours as his fingers massaged your walls. He pretended his fingers were his cock being buried deep inside of you. He shifted his hips and pressed his hard cock behind his clothes against the bed. Levi moved his hips with his actions adding to the fantasy. He made sure to move the palm of his hand against your clit. He moved his fingers with passion as if he was softly petting you and exploring you for the beauty that you were.

You pulled from Levi’s lips and panted. You placed your hand on Levi’s and moved with him. “Levi.” You used your other hand to cup the side of his face. “Look at me.” You moaned. “Look what you do to me.” You gasped as your back arched. “You feel so good. Levi.”

Levi moaned at your words. “You’re breathtaking.”

You wiggled your hips a little and moved your legs up a bit. “I love you.”

Levi gazed at you as his heart thumped in his chest. He gasped in delight before pulling his finger out and pushing three into you slowly. He shifted and started attacking your neck and breasts with bites and kisses. Levi grunted as he felt cum dribble from his cock. He realised in that moment he’d just stained his best trousers. He pushed his cleaning needs aside when he heard your moans getting louder.

He looked up at you. “I love you so much. You’re perfect, my love. Such a delectable body. I adore every inch of it, my love.”

You moved your hips to his fingers. “Levi, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me. I want to feel you collapse around my fingers.”

You leaned your head back. “Levi.” Your legs shook, your toes squeezing and wiggling in delight. “Ah!” You gasped before feeling the pop inside you. “Yes!”

Levi smiled as you came around his fingers. He moaned in delight and felt more precum leave him at seeing you and feeling you. “Good girl. Oh, such a wonderful bunny. What a delight to the senses you are.”

You whimpered. “Levi.”

He dragged his fingers from you and admired the shine on them. “Magnificent.” He licked them and felt a zing go through him. “What is this godly taste?” He lapped up every little bit of your cum and hummed. “I need more.”

You panted. “Levi.”

“Can I keep going?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He got off the bed and yanked his trousers and underwear allowing him to see the stain he’d made. He panted and looked at his cock dripping with precum, it was just an endless trickle. He moved his hand up and down on himself as he watched you shift your legs and present your pussy to him. He moaned at watching your legs shaking a little at pleasure still throbbing inside you. He moved up the bed and lay against it. He pushed your legs up and towards your chest. He wrapped an arm over your stomach as the other laid on the back of your thighs so his thumb tapped your clit.

He gazed at your pussy on display as his cock pressed against the bed. “So beautiful. So wet and juicy like a ripe peach.”

You held the back of your knees and whimpered. “Levi, please.”

He dragged his tongue up causing your lips to part. He moaned as his tongue tingled in delight at how juicy and delicious you were. He pushed his tongue deep into your pussy. He whimpered as you coated his tongue in your juices. He felt himself become delirious on your taste. He massaged your walls with his tongue as he moved his hips against the bed. He hummed and sighed in pleasure. He knew he would love to eat you for hours if he could.

You gripped your legs tightly as you cried out in delight. You shivered when Levi started moving his thumb against your clit. “Levi.” You panted as Levi’s tongue moved inside you like he was cleaning out all your cum, but he couldn’t get it fast enough due to how dripping wet you were for him. “Levi.” You leaned your head back as you felt truly loved by the man eating you.

Levi shifted onto his legs and moved closer to you. He rocked his hips in the air and pretended he was inside your dripping pussy. He wanted to fill you up. He wanted your walls to wrap around him. He wanted to cum so deep inside you over and over until you were full with his cum and couldn’t fit any more inside. He wanted to claim you as his and his alone.

Levi pulled back from your pussy and panted, his lips and chin glistening in your juices. “Heavenly.”

You panted and hummed. “Levi. You’re so talented.”

He licked his lips and sighed. “And you’re delicious. You are a delectable meal. I am addicted to you.”

You moaned loudly as he dove for your pussy again. He massaged your clit with his thumb as his tongue grinded against your walls. You squeezed your toes and wiggled under your lover. “Ah.” You gasped. “Ah!” You leaned your head back and groaned. “Fuck.” Your body started shaking as you felt your orgasm rolling towards you. “Levi.”

He gasped. “Fuck. So good.” He licked you more. “Ungh. Ah.” He pressed his nose against you as he went as deep as possible.

You grabbed Levi’s hand on your stomach. You shook and moaned as you came around Levi’s tongue. “Levi.”

Levi moaned in pleasure as you massaged his tongue and came all over him. He grabbed your thighs roughly and took everything you gave him. He closed his eyes as he felt euphoria. He shook a little before cumming hard and spilling his seed on the bed. He pulled from your pussy and panted. “Sh-shit.”

You shook under him with eyes closed. “I-I can’t…sensitive.”

He crawled up the bed and kissed you. “It’s okay, my love. Rest.” He moved you up the bed and kissed your forehead. He whipped the blanket off covered in his cum. He grabbed the pillows soaked in your juices and paused. He pressed his nose against it and inhaled. He smiled softly at your arousal. “Perfect.” He sighed and gathered his clothes up to be cleaned.

Levi left the dirty things in the corner before wrapping himself up in a robe. He ran over to you to see you’d passed out. He felt guilty leaving you, but he needed to get everything cleaned. He left his room and ran into Charles. He handed over the dirty things and blushed as he did. Charles simply bowed and went on his way with the dirty things.

Levi gasped. “Oh, Charles? I would like that pillow back. It’s important.”

Charles bowed. “Yes, your majesty.”

Levi smiled and ran back to you. He locked the door and cleaned himself in the bathroom. He sat on the bed and cleaned between your legs. He gasped when you woke up. “Sorry for waking you.”

You smiled and hummed. “Warm.”

He smiled softly. “Yeah.”

You opened your arms. “Cuddle?”

He kissed you. “We’ll cuddle in a bit. I have to dress you.”

You pouted. “Okay.”

He kissed you again and smiled. “Good girl.”

You watched him run to the bathroom before coming back and helping you into a nightdress. “I should return to my room.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you. “You’re going nowhere. You belong here in my arms.”

You smiled up at him. “Yes, Levi.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You hummed as you lay against the bed on your chest and stomach. You hugged the pillow tightly as you felt yourself wake up for the day. You loved how warm and sot the bed was. You felt like you were melting into the mattress. You smiled when you felt kisses up your back and something thick and long press against your bum. You giggled as hands slipped under you and cupped your breasts.

Levi nipped your neck. “Good morning, sweet bunny.”

You opened your eyes. “Morning.”

He squeezed your boobs before kissing you. “I want you to stay in bed all day.”

“But I have work.”

“Princesses are running around my palace today. You should stay here in a safe place.” He hugged you. “Please?”

You sighed. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He climbed off you and started getting changed for the day. “I’ll be in my office. I’ll also have a chat with Wendy and Charles, they’ll look after you.”

You sat up on your thigh and ruffled your hair. “Alright.”

Levi looked over at you as he stood in high-waisted trousers and a smart shirt. He smiled softly. “You look so beautiful.”

“I will not argue, so you have my thanks.”

He walked over and kissed you. “I love you.”

You blushed and smiled. “I love you.”

He tapped his forehead against yours. “I mean it. I truly love you.”

“I love you too.”

He pulled back. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Relax here, have a bath too and I will come to see you at lunch. We’ll have lots of lunch.”

You giggled. “Okay. Oh, what about Tutus?”

Levi looked over at the pup to see he was upside down in bed with his little paws twitching. “Out.”

You crawled across the bed and looked over at Tutus. “Cute.”

Levi waved to you. “I’ll be back soon.”

You blew him a kiss. “Bye.”

Levi walked down the hall and had a spring in his step, he could see smell and taste you. He smiled a little in delight, but his smile soon faded when he saw a princess waiting for him outside his office. He let out a long sigh. “Princess.”

She grinned at him and twirled a little so her golden hair shimmered in the light. “Your majesty! We didn’t get a chance to dance last night.”

“Which princess are you?”

“Nola.” She growled. “I’m an important princess!”

He looked her up and down. “Good for you.” He opened his office door. “Have a nice day.”

She followed Levi into his office. “You’re supposed to pick a bride!”

He sat down with his papers and started working. “I know I am.” He looked up at her. “Are you commanding your Emperor?”

She went pale. “N-No, I was just…”

“You’re rather quick to anger. I need an Empress who is level-headed and can face anything or anyone.” He sighed and started working again. “I cannot have an Empress who gets angry at the smallest of things.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

He shifted his papers. “Now, if you don’t mind I have work to do. I do not have time to entertain you.”

She whined, then stormed out. “Fine!”

Levi winced at the slamming of the door. “Tch, damn princess.” He huffed and kept working. “Pain in my ass.”

Erwin slipped into Levi’s office. “Sorry to bother you, but I have an update on the electricity thing.”

Levi looked up. “Yeah?”

“All ready to be installed here. I suggest you go away for a week. You should take a maid with you to help you out.”

Levi blushed. “Oh…”

Erwin winked at his friend. “I will send you messages about the installation.”

“When is it happening?”

“Whenever you are ready to leave.”

Levi nodded. “I will go away when my schedule allows it.”

Erwin hummed. “That would be in about two weeks.”

“Great.” He looked back at his work. “I will go then. I have a summer home, right?”

“You do. Shall we send your parents away?”

Levi frowned a little. “Ask them. They can go wherever they like.”

“I’ll let them know.”

“Thank you.” Levi carried on with his work and heard his door open and close again. “Can I help you?”

You smiled at how grumpy he seemed. “Just a tea delivery.”

Levi looked up at you and felt a flutter in his chest. “Bunny.”

You placed the tray down. “It’s past lunch.”

“I’m so sorry, I lost track of time.”

“That’s alright. You have a lot of work to do.”

He sipped his tea and watched you lock his office door. “Where’s Tutus?”

You nibbled your lip. “With Wendy.”

“He playing?”

You walked closer and nodded, you made sure to grab a cushion as you went. “Yeah.”

He looked up at you when you stood at his side. “What are you up to?”

You played with his hair a little. “I’ve been thinking all morning about the things you did for me last night.”

He smiled. “It was good, wasn’t it?”

You hummed and nodded. “It was.”

He eyed the cushion. “What’s that for?”

You dropped it to the floor before kneeling in front of Levi. “It’s for my knees.”

“Interesting.”

You pushed your hands up his thighs. “I want to give you pleasure.”

He licked his lips. “You did last night.”

You massaged his thighs and moaned. “Yes, but I would love nothing more than to suck the Emperor’s dick.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “I ah…well…if you want to…”

“I do.”

He undid his trousers before freeing his hard cock. “Th-then you can.”

You gasped as you gazed at him for the first time. You admired the perfect comfortable length, but there was this delightful thickness to it. You took him in your hand as you shuffled closer. You tilted your head at the precum on the tip making it shine. “Pretty.”

He parted his legs and hummed. “You think my dick is pretty?”

You nodded. “Very.” You pushed your hand down and into his underwear and cupped his hot balls. You smiled as he sighed in contentment. “Perfect.” You kissed his tip and hummed. “Hot, hard and delicious.”

Levi went to speak, but you took the tip of his cock into your mouth. He panted and hummed as your one hand massaged his balls so softly. He gripped the arms of his chair as your circled around his tip. He shivered and watched you closely. He blushed when you lifted your head and smiled at him before taking his tip back into your mouth. He relaxed and moaned as you sucked and moved your tongue. He blushed as you kept looking up at him through your lashes.

He shivered a little. “Oh fuck. How can someone so cute look this divine with my cock in your mouth?”

You made a popping noise when you pulled back. “You have a pretty and delicious cock.”

He covered his mouth with his hand and whined. “Damn it.” He blushed hard. “You make my heart race.”

You pumped your hand on his dick as you palmed his balls. “Good thing?”

He nodded. “Very.”

You pulled his cock to the side and gave him one long lick. “Good.”

You sank your mouth down on him and sucked. You closed your eyes and bobbed your head up and down and relaxed a little. Levi gripped the arms tighter as he watched you. He grunted and whined at the pleasure filling him. He adored you so much and couldn’t believe how you treated him so sweetly. He never imagined this would happen. He’d had an ex suck him before, but he didn’t enjoy it, but this was magical.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He hummed and sighed in delight as he revelled in the pleasure that was your tongue and mouth. He clenched his teeth and wiggled under your touch as he felt his urge to come rolling in waves, each wave of pleasure getting him closer to the end. He arched his back as he shifted his legs. He squeezed his toes and grunted a little. He shifted his hips back a bit. He looked down at you and felt his heart flutter in his chest.

He gasped and moaned your name. “Ha, ah, ugh, urrgh, ha, ha, ha, hnggh, shit. Ah, ah.” He stammered your name. “I’m gonna-.” He moaned as his cock pumped cum into your mouth. “Ah!” He panted and looked down at you as you sucked and gulped. “Y-You.”

You pulled back and licked your lips. “Was that good?”

He nodded. “Incredible.”

You smiled and tucked him away. “Good.”

He nibbled his lip. “Did you?”

“Swallow?” You nodded. “Yes.” You stood up and smiled at him. “Did I do wrong?”

He did up his trousers before pulling you onto his lap. “You did nothing wrong. That was truly outstanding and beyond pleasurable. I just worry about you swallowing, as it cannot be good for you.”

“You swallowed mine.”

“Yes, but umm…mine has living things in it.”

You giggled. “You’re cute.” You kissed him and hummed. “I love you.”

He smiled and felt proud when you nuzzled the crook of his neck. “I love you too. So, the electricity is being installed in two weeks. I’ve been told to go away for a week while they do. I have been told to take a maid with me. So…”

“I am sure Wendy would love to go.” You saw the look on Levi’s face. “I’m kidding. I would love to go. It would mean we don’t have to run around in secret.”

“Exactly.”

You smiled. “I can’t wait.”

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[gucciking-hes]

Ballerina Harry is the superior snl harry. Breathe to agree.

#harry styles #lift the tutu sir #ballerina #ballerina harry #harry styles snl #snl 2019 #harry styles on snl #SNL #saturday night live harry styles #snl harry #snl19 #love of my life #mine #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harrystyles #2021 #fine line

[pansyslut]

teatime etiquette

dad!draco x reader & daughter

requested by: @futuremrsmalfoy20

warnings: cursing

“pinkies up daddy,” ophelia says pouting up at me. huffing, i move my phone to my other ear and hold it between my shoulder while trying to position my hand right.

ophelia seems to accept this new position and she nods to herself and starts walking around her table passing tea to each of her stuffies. “would you like a cookie with your tea mr bear bear?” i hear ask softly and i turn my attention back to my phone call.

turning up my phone volume, trying to tune into what my coworker has been saying for the last few minutes while all my attention was on my daughter. it’s so hard to be mad at her for distracting me from my work when she’s so-

“bloody hell”

“mr malfoy? sir, are you alright?”

reaching around to his daughter, he tries to pull her off of him but she’s clasped on tightly in place. “fucking no i’m not alright my daughter has me in a chokehold for holding a damn teacup wrong!”

he hears his daughter giggle hysterically giggle behind him, tightening her grip “tap out daddy,” she whispers in his ear. huffing, he knew he would be able to easily get out of the hold but deciding to humor her, he taps her arms lightly immediately getting released from her hold.

placing a kiss on his cheek she mutters a “good job” and sets off to pass cookies around the table. starting to talk work with the man on the phone again, he looks over to ophilia tugging on big denim britches over her tutu.

“sorry, sir. i’m gonna have to call you back,” he says shortly and hangs up the phone before a reply.

“princess what are you doing?” he hears behind him, turning to see his wife. immediately getting up from the cramped kids chair only to get tugged back down from his daughter. “we’re not done playing...” she says with a stern tone- she totally gets that from her mother, “you haven’t even dranked your tea. come play momma,” she says while throwing one of her stuffed animals across the room so her mother could have a place to sit.

“it’s so sweet you let daddy play with you baby,” you say sending a pointed look to draco, “but what’s with the pants? you begged me for days to get you a tutu,” you say laughing at your daughters constant mood swings.

“I wear the pants in this family now,” she says putting hands on her hips. draco laughs, “oh do you? i think we all know who’s really in charge.”

he watches his daughter get up, only stumbling twice over her long pants and falls into her mother’s arms. “everyone knows mommies in charge. yous in charge of us mommies,” she says snuggling into her embrace.

“i even solded him for not putting his pinky up! everyone knows yous have to put your pinky up for teatime! i solded him just like you do whenever he leaves his socks everywhere,” she says proudly.

“scolds baby, not sold,” you correct her sweetly.

ophilia looks up at you with a side eye, not fully convinced but shrugs nonetheless.

“alright baby,” you say tugging her britches off, “it’s time for daddy to put you to bed. if i recall correctly he owes us a nighttime story,” you say setting her on the ground.

you watch as she runs back into her fathers arms as he tosses her up as she makes plane noises and lifts up her arms. he sets her down in front of her bedroom door and she immediately sprints in, catapulting into her large pile of stuffies.

you and draco sit on each side of her and tuck her in. you watch as he grabs her favorite book, ‘goodnight moon’ as she curls up next to him. the three of you lay tucked together quietly as draco finishes the book, not wanting to let his snoring daughter out of his embrace.

he looks up at you with a soft smile, he places a kiss on your temple, “i love you... my sweet girls.”

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[ursa-ironii]

fakir for the ask game bestie!

OMG THANM YOU BESTIE 🙏

ᴅᴏ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ:

Of course I do !!! Fakir is such a good character !!! He’s so dumb sometimes because as much as he tries to play the role of a knight who protects Mytho, he’s also just some kid who’s kind of socially awkward because he gets flustered at people finding out that he, a normal human being has emotions

𝟻 ɢᴏᴏᴅ ǫᴜᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs:

Ahh !! Okay, so this is going to be generic as hell </3 sorry, but like, one of his best qualities is just how much love and emotion he has underneath ! I think the way he cares for Mytho so much is really sweet, even if it’s misguided in its manner ! Also, his arc, and how he really learns to care for Duck is so 🥺🥺🥺 it means so much !! Especially because he thought Duck/Princess Tutu was his enemy !! ALSO HES SO STUPIF BECAUSE HE REALLY HSD TK ASK HIMSELF IF DUCKS CAN DROWN,,, LIKE SIR,,,,

𝟹 ʙᴀᴅ ǫᴜᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs:

Fakir why were you so meeeannn to Duck 😭😩 she was just a little lady, a silly gal, whhyyyy were you so rude 😭😭 she wasn’t even hurting anyone Fakir,,, ( it’s alright though he gets better abt this )

Also, his self sacrificing nature, the way he feels like he has to do things alone, the-

ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ/ᴇᴛᴄ:

OKAY I HAVE. TWO. THE EPISODE WHERE FAKIR FINDS OUT DUCK WAS THE DUCK HE MET AND SAW HIM CRY AND THEN THE EPISODE WHERE HE DANCES WITH DUCK AND HELPS HER COME TO TERMS THAT SHE CANT BE HUMAN ANYMORE

ᴏᴛᴘ:

C’mon,,, you already know,,, it’s Fakiru,,,,,,, they’re so funny as a duo, romantically or otherwise and they both care abt each other so much 🥺

ᴏᴛ𝟹:

Okay so it’s more like an OT4 ?? But like. Okay, so Duck and Fakir are dating, but Fakir dates Mytho too, and Mytho dates Rue and Fakir, but Rue and Duck are also dating

ɴᴏᴛᴘ:

I don’t actually really have one ??? I feel p indifferent to Rue/Fakir, and I think Fakir and Mytho is p sweet !

ʙᴇsᴛ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇ:

HIS STUPID ONE WHERE HE HAS TO ASK HIMSELF IF DUCKS DROWN

ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ:

I think Rue and Fakir are besties actually, in a way that’s different from Rue and Duck’s friendship !! Where Rue and Duck are all abt supporting each other and lifting each other up, Rue and Fakir sit in the corner at parties and eat all the snacks while they gossip and talk. I think they’re the type of friends who even if they don’t talk a lot or spend a lot of time with another, they feel comfortable enough to vent to each other or smthn along those lines !

#the bear roars

[dorthyanndrarry]

The Liars Department -15-

tags: drarry, auror Harry, ministry employee Draco, oblivious Harry, Draco is an unrepentant flirt, and disillusionment there’s just so much disillusionment

suggested rating: T+

Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 14 || Part 16 ->

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Then they went to lunch. Which involved Malfoy randomly walking down the street in whichever direction he fancied until they came upon a restaurant and ordering whatever sounded interesting, for both of them. Though, because they argued and bickered through the entire meal, Harry couldn’t actually recall what they ate. But it didn’t make him sick, so it couldn’t have been that bad.

And before Harry knew it, it was nearly six, and they went back to the office.

Asbestos had filled the underneath of her desk with pillows and fluffy blankets, one of which she was wrapped up in as she read her way through a book nearly half her size. She carefully marked her spot in the book before getting up and brushing off her tutu.

“Enjoy watching the office for another half an hour,” Malfoy said.

Harry turned around, “What? Why did you come back if you were just going to leave again?”

“To pick up Asbestos,” Malfoy said, waving for Asbestos to join him, “See you tomorrow, Auror Potter.”

“Harry,” Harry corrected even as Malfoy shut the door in his face, leaving him alone in the small office.

Harry waited for about a minute to make sure Malfoy was gone then sat behind the desk, pulling open all the drawers but they were empty. He turned his attention to the mess across the desktop. The only neat stack on paper was copies of form AD 45-O in one corner. There were a lot of blank sheets of paper, a few covered in doodles and random notes that made no sense to Harry and coloured pencils and a few pens. The only interesting things were a bunch of cheap-looking magazines with still unmoving muggle covers.

Harry picked up the top magazine titled, The Complete Guide To The Supernatural: Unexplained, Frightening, Otherworldly. There was a picture of a ufo on the cover apparently abducting a small figure below. The smaller print promised: Mysteries of the Unknown Revealed! Alien Abductions, Magic and Witchcraft, Ghosts and Spirits!

Harry flipped it open, skimming some of the articles. They seemed to be mostly large pictures and small, poorly written stories presented as truth. He looked over the other magazines, one about secret societies, another about the most haunted places in the world. They all looked like they’d been read, Malfoy had even earmarked some of the pages.

Harry dropped the magazines to the side and sat back, almost instantly bored. He sat forward, grabbing a blank sheet of paper and pen. He thought for a moment, then wrote, doing his best upper management impression;

Sir Salas Suirup, if you’re going to move the location of an office, you need to notify the front desk so that any memos or assignments can be delivered. Failure to do so can interfere with the smooth operations of both the Auror’s Department and The Liars Department. If you have any issues regarding these standard procedures, please speak with Interdepartmental Services on level eight.

-Auror Harry Potter

Harry tapped his wand on the sheet of paper, murmuring a quick charm, which folded it into a paper aeroplane and sent it sailing through the air. It stopped in front of the closed door, which Harry opened for it, watching it glide across the open offices to the lift.

He remembered too late that he had been pretending not to know who ran The Liars Department the last time he met Suirup. Then again, he said he was going to look into it, so it sort of made sense that he’d know everything by now.

Harry considered waiting another, he checked his watch, twenty-five minutes, but decided since no one was watching, he could say he stayed and just leave. If he was quick, he might still catch Ron before he left for the day.

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Harry took the lift up to the auror’s floor, and headed to Ron’s cubicle, running into him as was he gathering up his things to leave.

“Hey, mate!” Ron said, “Where have you been all day? Thought maybe you were sick since you didn’t have a Senior assignment.”

Harry shook his head, “Nah, you heading out?”

Ron nodded, “I was gonna go to the pub for a bit till Hermione’s off.”

“I’ll come with,” Harry said, walking with Ron back to the lift.

“You still haven’t said where you were? Is it a secret mission?” Ron asked.

Harry shook his head, “...I’ll tell you once we’re out of the Ministry.”

They took floo to Diagon Alley and headed toward The Hopping Pot.

“...So-,” Ron prompted as they navigated the end of day crowds.

“Well, um, I’m gonna help out the Liars Department for a week,” Harry said.

“What? Who bright idea was that?” Ron said in dismay.

“Err...mine?” Harry said.

Ron grimaced, “That’s, uh...”

They had to walk around a pair of older witches so caught up in conversation they were apparently unaware they were blocking the middle of the street.

“Will Hermione be mad?” Harry asked, as the idea somewhat, very, belatedly occurred to him.

Ron absently scratched his chin, “Not mad per se… but if like something goes wrong and you get in trouble or something she’s definitely going to blame herself for getting you involved.”

“She didn’t get me involved, it was my idea,” Harry said.

“But that’s not how she’s gonna see it,” Ron said.

They edged around a crowd at the front of the Quidditch supply shop.

“The new Firebolt is still drawing a lot of attention,” Ron said.

Harry nodded, “I’ve heard it’s got some balance issues.”

“It’s a racing model, it’s meant for professionals. Those berks reviewing it in the Quidditch Weekly don’t know how to ride a good broom,” Ron said.

“If they’re selling it in shops for anyone to buy, anyone ought to be able to ride it,” Harry said.

“That’s what Cleansweeps are for! A racing broom is for racing!” Ron said.

“Alright, alright,” Harry conceded, pulling open the pub door.

They grabbed stools at the end of the bar and ordered a couple pints.

“Should I tell her, do you think?” Harry asked.

“What?” Ron asked.

“Should I tell Hermione I’m working with the Liars Department?” Harry said.

Ron took a swallow of beer and let out a huge sigh before answering, “That’s up to you, mate.”

“What would you do?” Harry asked.

“Dunno,” Ron shrugged, “Tell her.”

Harry sighed.

“Or well… that’s the smart thing to do. I’d probably not tell her and then let it slip on accident and then get shouted at,” Ron thought about it and nodded, “Yup. That sounds more like it.”

Harry sipped at his beer as a couple guys came into the pub and their friends greeted them with loud shouts of Hey! And Took you long enough!.

“How’s your work going with the whole, potion smuggling thing?” Harry asked.

Ron swivelled on his stool toward Harry, casting a muffliato around them, “Actually, I learned something interesting-”

“Yeah?”

“You know how Hogwarts has that book that knows whenever a magical kid is born so that they can keep track of them and send them a letter at elven and what-not?”

Harry nodded.

“Well, to get a business licence from the Ministry, you have to register in a ledger that’s linked to your shop, and it records every sale and purchase as it happens. That way, the Ministry knows exactly how much tax you owe. So the ledgers I’ve been working out of aren’t the shop’s books, they’re the Ministry’s copies,” Ron said, “Neat, huh?”

“I suppose,” Harry said, “but why would a shop that’s smuggling potions-”

“Laundering galleons,” Ron corrected.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Alright, laundering money then, why would they bother setting up a legit business? Wouldn’t it be easier to run illegally or under the table or what have you?”

“No. The entire point of laundering money is to put illegally earned money into a ‘real’ business, and then it comes out looking like profits made legally,” Ron said, “So the, whoever is behind this, ‘buys potions’ or gives the shop a bunch of money, and the shop makes a fake receipt for the ‘potions’ so there’s a sale and then the money’s been earned. The shops are just shells to move the money around. And they set up the shops as an owl-order only so no store or real customers to worry about.”

“Wow, that’s...”

“If the accountants in Admin hadn’t noticed something was off and sent us the ledgers, no one would’ve even known it was happening,” Ron said, “Senior Auror Leon says I’ve got a good head for this sort of thing. I’m hoping he’ll put in a good word for me to get promoted up from Junior.”

“You’ll have earned it,” Harry said.

Ron finished his pint and slid it across the bar, “I’ll buy the next round.”

“This is plenty for me,” Harry said, lifting his half-empty glass.

“Suit yourself,” Ron said, waving to the barkeep for another.

Harry leaned his elbows on the bar, his mind drifting back to the day he had.

“Hey, would you say Malfoy’s really creative?” Harry asked offhandedly.

Ron distractedly fumbled a handful of coins out his pocket, “I dunno...he made that dumb dementor costume and the Weasley is our King song, that turned out alright. I mean, most of the dumb shit he thought up blew up in his face.” He counted out the sickles and passed them over to the barman, “Not the Potter stinks badges but even a broken clock’s right twice a day.”

And Harry had to admit that lying was a creative sort of thing to do, in a Slytherin sort of way.

“Wait,” Ron froze, “Wait. Where’d you see Malfoy?”

“What? I never said I saw him,” Harry said.

Ron narrowed his eyes, “Its been years since you brought up the ferrety bastard, you saw him.”

“Well...”

Ron’s eyes narrowed further, “Where? Was he causing trouble?”

Harry thought frantically, he couldn’t say Malfoy was The Liars Department, that would cause more trouble than Harry working there. And if he said Malfoy was part of an arrest, which wasn’t strictly untrue, it would be well… Harry wouldn’t feel right about it. Malfoy was… not the worst. He’d even freed his house elves, even if he was enabling them to be little horrors.

“He works for the Ministry,” Harry said quickly to cover up for his pause.

Hermione tapped them on the shoulders, her words coming out muffled and strange through the spell.

Ron spun around, dispelling the muffliato, “Did you know Malfoy’s working at the Ministry?”

Hermione stopped in her tracks and pointed a finger at Harry, “Leave Malfoy alone.”

“What?” Harry said held up both hands, “I haven’t-”

“You heard me, don’t bother him,” Hermione said.

“I haven’t!” Harry said defensively.

“Has he been coming to you?” Hermione asked.

“Well, no-”

“Have you just run into one another accidentally?” Hermione asked.

“S-sort of, I mean, the first time-” Harry said.

“Or have you been hunting him down and bothering him?” Hermione said, her words cutting Harry to the quick.

“I thought you hated Malfoy, Mione,” Ron said.

Hermione sighed, putting her hands on her hips, “I don’t particularly like him, but I can still empathise with his situation.”

Harry… had been bothering Malfoy? He just- wanted to help? Right?

Ron’s brow furrowed which earned him a sigh from Hermione.

“He’s a social pariah, and the only place he can even use magic in a house that used to be infested with death eaters and is currently infested with his parents under house arrest, of which Lucius can’t use magic ever. It must be unbearable,” Hermione said.

Harry frowned. He had tracked Malfoy down to his office after Malfoy’s very first assignment…

“Besides, you saw him at the trials, I’ve never seen a more miserable human being, and there were a lot to compare him to,” Hermione added.

Harry’s frown deepened. Then he had charged onto an auror’s scene he wasn’t even involved with. It had looked like it was going badly but maybe it would have been fine, and Harry had just been forcing himself in where he wasn’t needed-

Ron nodded, “Malfoy looked like a ghost, all skin and bones and dark circles.”

And then he had signed up for the Liars Department without asking Malfoy or Hermione- Harry groaned and put his head in his hands.

Hermione huffed at him, “Just leave him alone, Harry. Malfoy has a right to- to try again, just like any of us.”

“Let him live his miserable life,” Ron said.

Harry sighed into his hands, it was too late for that.-

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I thought I would combine these two together as I have another 🎁request for Lawrence for Post Apocalypse. Enjoy this naughty little ficlet, @poisonxxivy​ and Anon 😘x

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Dangerous Fellows Christmas Event

Lawrence x Reader

NSFW

🎅 🎁 I  Apocalypse

Warnings: Minor Role-Playing . Smut . Profanity (18+)

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Fluffing up the tulle fabric of your red tutu, you stood in the middle of the Principal’s Office ready to surprise your boyfriend with the costume you had found during your morning supply run. You were dressed in a green and red hat with matching thigh-high socks, and a red cotton bra — a cliché version of a ‘sexy’ elf. However, you had to admit, you were pretty cute in this skimpy outfit.

With a final primp of your hair, you cleared your throat, ready to greet your lover with your gift.

“Ahem! Ok, you can turn around now.”

Lawrence casually spun the leather chair around to face you, “So, what do we have…” He paused mid-sentence as soon as his gaze met your semi-naked form. His eyes widened behind his round specs, completely taken aback by your naughty little getup. You were always a vision of beauty to him; however, tonight, you were definitely something else.

And it excited Lawrence.

You watched him eagerly, waiting for some sort of approval or praise. Carnality blazed within his honey-coloured orbs as you recognised an instantaneous change of his demeanour. Biting down on your lower lip, you inhaled deep — anticipating his command.

Lawrence leaned his torso forward, resting his elbows on the desk. He laced his fingers together before propping his chin upon the top of his hands. He wore a sinister grin across his face, and you squeezed your thighs together, hoping to ease the desire piquing within your core.  A tint of rouge graced your cheeks, and you averted your eyes, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze.

“Well, well… Is this my Christmas present?” He crooned, seductively.

Nodding timidly, you peered up at him with innocent eyes, aware that this was his favourite role — you as a submissive and obedient little lamb.

“Come.” Lawrence eased back into his chair, not once did his gaze falter.

You positioned yourself between the desk and his legs, chest heaving expectantly.

“Sit.”

Obeying his next order, you perched yourself onto the wooden surface behind you, crossing your legs together.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… My sweet Elf. This will not do.”

Lawrence pried your knees apart. He chuckled once he saw what was beneath your tulle skirt.

“No panties? What a naughty little Elf you are.” He licked his lips, fixated on your unclad pussy. His intense gaze had you breathless, and you began to pant, desperate for his touch.

Lawrence closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, intoxicated by the delicious scent of your heat. He could feel his pants tighten, constricting his arousal.

“Please, Sir…” You tilted back onto the desk, lifting a leg up to expose your glistening sex, “I need your help…”

Lawrence smirked before lapping a long strip up your clitoris. Resisting the urge to clasp your legs around his head, you moaned lustfully, shuddering from the warmth of his tongue.

“Turn around.”

Lowering yourself down, you supported your forearms onto the desk, jutting your ass and widening your stance before your lover. His large hands caressed the back of your thighs, paying close attention to your supple cheeks. It wasn’t long until two fingers plunged into your slick cunt, thrusting languidly in and out of your entrance.

“Is this what you needed?”

You whimpered in response to his query as he quickened his pace. Lawrence motioned your hips in sync with his steady rhythm. He scissored and stroked your insides, tickling that erogenous spot he was always good at finding.

The soft sucking sound of your wet pussy resonated throughout the ample office space, and your body began to tremble — a tell-tale sign of your impending climax.

Lawrence groaned as he felt your pussy walls pulsate around his digits. Keen to hear your songful cry, he slipped in a third finger and drove it deep into your tensile hole.

“AH! Ohh, Lawrence…”

A thin layer of sweat permeated through your heated skin while your lover slammed his hand vigorously into you, finger-fucking you avidly.

Muffling your mewls with your arm, you came violently all over his fingers — your body convulsing with pleasure as the remnants of your lust oozed down your legs.

“Mmm… That’s my girl… You are indeed a slutty little Elf.”

Lawrence withdrew from your hole with a ‘pop’ and licked the remains off his digits, moaning hungrily. He then soothed your labia with two fingers, massaging you gently as you drifted back down from your high.

He leaned in close, flushed against your back.

“I’m sure Santa would not approve of such behaviour.”

Lawrence peppered your bare shoulder with soft kisses before landing a firm blow of his palm upon swollen cunt.

You yelped from the sudden contact as he whispered into your ear.

“But I do.”

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Once Upon a Pointe - Chapter 3

Story Summery:

“Annabeth, you’re with Percy,’ Chiron said. Annabeth. She looked like the figurine in a little girl’s music box had come to life to dance in City Ballet. Percy felt like every opportunity to dance with her was a privilege. Just don’t forget the choreography, Percy thought as he got into the right starting spot for the wedding pas de deux. Don’t forget the choreography, and don’t drop her.”

Percy, a soloist with the ballet company, and he is offered one chance to dance with Annabeth, one of their star principals. If he nails the choreography, he might just earn a chance to dance with her. And, if he’s really lucky, he might get a date out of it as well.

Chapter Title: Make it Blue 

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When Percy stepped into his favorite coffee shop before rehearsal, he spotted a familiar shade of blonde hair ordering in front of him. Even with her hair down under a winter hat he was sure it was her (her black dance bag with AEC monogramed on the side also helped him identify her). He stepped up to the counter to stand next to her, as he handed the barista his card.

“Hers is on me,” he said, before adding his own coffee order on.

“Oh no –“ she tried to protest, her cheeks pink from the cold weather.

“I insist,” Percy said, nodding to the cashier to run his card.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Annabeth said as they grabbed their coffees to head towards the studio.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Besides, what kind of Prince Charming would I be if I didn’t buy you coffee?”  

Annabeth laughed and sipped her drink. “I’ve never met a dancer so dedicated to method acting,”

To prove his point, Percy jogged up the stairs to the door of the studio and pulled it open for her before she could make it halfway up the stair. “After you, ma’am,” he said, going into a dramatic deep bow.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, curtseying just a little as the walked in.

~*~*~*~

Percy’s finger hovered over the ‘send’ button, trying to decide if sending Annabeth a YouTube video on why the Barbie Sawn Lake movie is the best movie of all time was a good idea. He didn’t even know if she had liked the Barbie movies as a kid.

If he had to guess, she was either the girl who had them all in a pristine Dream House, or the kid who cut their hair and drew on their faces. Either way, though, the video could work. And it wasn’t like he wanted to talk to her about Barbie, he just wanted to talk to her outside of the studio.

He had no idea where he stood with her. He was pretty sure they were becoming friends, or at least work friends. But their work required them to touch all the time, look lovingly into each other’s eyes, and kiss, which really blurred the lines between work-friend, just a friend, and friends who are flirting.

He had been following Beckendorf’s advice and not actively perusing anything with her. Buying her coffee had been a friendly one-time gesture and sending her a funny YouTube video was the kind of harmless thing that friends would do.

And they were friends, at least work friends. She smiled easily around him and laughed at his dumb jokes. She certainly did more than tolerate him. Annabeth didn’t strike him as the kind of woman who would fake being nice to someone she didn’t like; in fact, he had anecdotal proof that she wasn’t like that.

Still, they had never texted each other before, other than to confirm a rehearsal or check choreography.  

His resolve crumbled, and he deleted the text.

~*~*~*~

Percy was sore all over. He’d stopped being about to feel his legs somewhere around hour six, but they were coming to the end of hour eight now.

It was a good kind of sore. A kind of sore he only felt after a good, intense day of dancing. It was still the kind of sore that made him want to go home and take an ice bath and fall asleep listening to anything other than classical music. But a good sore.

When the music ended, he and Annabeth parted, both breathing heavily.

“Great job you guys,” Chiron said. Annabeth smiled wide at Percy. “Go home and get some rest. We still have some work to do before we move to dress rehearsals,”

Dress rehearsals. They moved to the theater in a week, which meant the show went up in two weeks. Percy’s heart began to race as he realized how little time there was left to go.

Before Percy got the chance to tell Annabeth how great she had done that day, Piper ran up between the two of them, throwing one arm over either of their shoulders.

“You guys looked so good up there!” She said. “Have you gotten to try on your costumes yet? Because I tried mine on yesterday and it is gawdy, and borderline camp, and everything I’d want in a fairy,"

Annabeth snuck her way out from under Piper’s arm. “I tried on my act one costume yesterday. It’s the big pink tutu with roses on it. I look like a storybook ballerina,”

As opposed to all the other days, Percy thought, when you’re just a regular beautiful woman in a tutu.

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Percy took the risk of looking creepy as hell and waited for Annabeth to change before heading home. It had gotten dark hours ago, and he didn’t want her to walk to the subway alone if she didn’t have to.

“Hey,” she said when she saw him waiting, “what’s up?”

“It’s, uh, pretty dark out, and I wanted to see if you’d like me to walk you to the subway?” His face felt hot.

Annabeth just smiled and nodded. “Sure. I take the 1 train,”

“No shit, so do I,” Percy said as they walked out the door and into the cold New York City street. That was kind of a dumb thing to say, he realized. The closest subway station only ran the 1 and the 2. It wasn’t completely surprising that she’d take that train. But maybe she found absolute idiocy charming. He could hope so, at least. “Uptown or downtown?”

“Way down,” Annabeth said. “West fourth. You?”

He shrugged and smiled, “Uptown, west one-hundred and fourth,” he said. “How’d you end up so far downtown?”

Annabeth shrugged. “I liked the area, and … well Luke really wanted to get out of midtown,” she smiled. “I hope Portland is far enough for him,” she said that softly, like she was pretending that Percy wasn’t supposed to hear her.  

“So, you’re there alone now?” He hoped that didn’t sound creepy.

“Yup. It’s actually been pretty nice,” she paused before adding, “besides if I get lonely, I can just put on a podcast and pretend there are other people around,”

Percy began to smile as an idea formed in his head. “Well, if you want someone to hang out with or if you want a nice home cooked meal, you can come over to my place on Sunday. My mom and I are excellent chefs.” He bragged humbly, hoping she’d agree to the invite.  

“You live with you mom?” Annabeth asked.

Percy blushed, “Yeah, but not in like a weird Greek tragedy way or a sad way,” he clarified. “My mom and stepdad way undercharge for rent, and they are saving the rent money I give them to help save for my little sister’s college, and since my mom is one hell of a cook, … it works out for everyone,” Percy said a little too quickly. “Plus, my mom makes the best chocolate chip cookies in the entire world, so you need to come just for those.”

“I don’t think you want me eating too many cookies before we have to do all of these lifts,” she said.

“Don’t worry,” Percy promised, “all the food my mom makes has no calories.”

Annabeth laughed as they made their way down the subway stairs. “Well, how could I pass up a good meal with no calories?” She turned to face him. “That would be great though. I can’t cook for shit. Well, I mean, I could cook if I wanted to, I’m not an idiot. I just hate doing it.”

Percy’s heart did little flips in his chest as they pushed through the turnstiles, about to go in opposite directions. Annabeth was coming over for dinner, and he felt like he was walking on air.

Percy was hoping for a slow goodbye where he promised to text her, and then wished her goodnight. But as soon as they were through the gate, the downtown 1 train pulled in.

“Shit!” Annabeth yelled, taking off towards the stairs. “See you tomorrow!” she yelled, already out of sight.

See you tomorrow, Percy though, smiling, as he made his way down the stairs to the uptown side.

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“So for your date tonight –“ his mom started.

“It’s not a date,” Percy protested. “It’s just Annabeth.”

“She’s coming all the way from downtown to meet you.”

“Well, yeah.”

“She’s staying for dinner.”

“Yeah.”

“You two are dancing together.”

“Mom!”

She held up her hands in surrender, before she asked him to pass him some spices.

“Seriously, though,” he said, “it’s not a date. If I had asked her out, our first date wouldn’t be in our apartment with you, Paul, and Stella around.” He stood at the counter, his back to her as he chopped the vegetables. “Besides, I don’t think she wants to be dating.”

“Well, I’ll still try not to embarrass you just in case,” she said.

“You know, it’d be great if you tried not to embarrass me at all ever,” he said.

She walked over and ruffled his hair. “I gave birth to you; I can embarrass you when and how I want. That’s the arrangement.”

“To be clear,” Percy said, “I did not ask to be born.”

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Annabeth arrived about half an hour before dinner was ready. Percy buzzed her into the building, and then opened the door to his apartment for her.

“Hi,” she said, looking a little frazzled from the cold. She handed him a bottle of wine in a paper bag. “I brought a bottle of wine,” she said quickly, “because I didn’t know what else to bring, but, I don’t know about you, I don’t drink this close to shows, so I’m sorry if this is totally useless.”

Percy smiled at her nervousness and let her inside. “It’s fine. My parents will enjoy it, or we can save it until after the run of the show.” That seemed to relax her a bit. She slipped off her jacket and hat, which Percy quickly took from her, hanging them on the hook near the door. She was wearing a simple cream-colored sweater and a pair of jeans with her long blonde hair down around her shoulders. It was a simple look, but Percy so rarely saw her in street clothes or with her hair down that he almost forgot why she was in his apartment at all.

“Let me introduce you,” he said, ushering her into the kitchen and living room.

After introductions, which were thankfully free of embarrassment for Percy, the two sat on the couch. Annabeth fiddled with her hands and started straight forward. Percy had seen her dance in front of a crowd of thousands, balanced on two toes, without a single sign of nerves or anxiety, but something about Percy’s small family had made her uneasy.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked.

Annabeth nodded a little too quickly. “I just haven’t met new people or had dinner at someone’s house in, like, a year. And other people’s parents tend not to like me.”

“Don’t worry, I think my mom will like you just fine.” Annabeth sighed and shook her head, not saying anything. “Hey,” Percy took her hands, steadying them, “there’s nothing to worry about,” he assured her. “My mom is probably going to ask you polite questions about where you trained before New York and how you like the company, and all of that. My sister will probably ask you ask the costumes and the hair and the shoes. And my stepdad will probably make a bad pun and pretend to know what any of us are talking about.”

Annabeth smiled and nodded as her shoulders relaxed. Percy pulled his hands away when he realized he was still holding hers, trying not to blush.

~*~*~*~

They shared small talk, talking about company drama and recalling old stories, until Sally called them into the kitchen for dinner.

“Thank you, again, for having me,” Annabeth said as they sat down.

“It’s my pleasure, dear,” Sally told her. “Please, enjoy,” she said, handing her a bowl of food to scoop from.

“So,” Sally started once they were all served, “Annabeth, where are you from?”

Annabeth cleared her throat. “Well, my whole family is from Boston, but I grew up in Virginia, until I moved to New York for the ballet school when I was fourteen. I’ve lived here ever since.”

“And they took you into the company very early, didn’t they?” Sally asked.

Annabeth nodded. “I was sixteen. It was grueling,” she said. “I’m glad that dancers are being taken in later that I was, because it was hard. I still don’t think I was prepared for it, and I have no idea how I got through it.”

“What’s the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you on stage?” Estelle asked. Sally frowned at her, but Annabeth laughed.

“I was dropped once.” Estelle’s eyes went wide, and Sally gasped. Percy laughed, remembering the story she was about to tell.

“When I was twenty,” Annabeth said, “I was Juliet in Romeo and Juliet, and there is a scene at the end where Juliet has taken potion to make it look like she’s dead.” Annabeth explained to Estelle, who was looking at her with an extreme intensity. “And Romeo comes on stage, and he sees me laying on this tombstone, which was just this wooden slab on a platform three steps up. And Romeo has to pick up Juliet’s lifeless body and carry her down the stairs and do a pas de deux. But, of course, I’m dead, so I can’t help the guy. So, he’s just swinging me around like deadweight.” Percy and Paul laughed at this, but Sally kept on looking horrified. Percy wasn’t sure if his mom was still hung up on the fact that Annabeth had been dropped, or if she was uncomfortable with the choreography being described. Estelle, though, just looked fascinated with the story.

“One night, Charles Beckendorf, who’s one of the best partners in the business, is my Romeo, and climbs up the stairs, picks me up, and then, all the sudden, I am falling down the stairs.” Percy heard his mom whisper “oh my god,” as Annabeth continued. “And I have no idea what happened, because I’m dead, so my eyes are closed. Turns out, he had slipped at the top of the stairs, and we had both fallen down onto the stage. Thankfully, neither of us were hurt, but the orchestra was still going, so we had to keep dancing. But I’m still dead. So, he had to lift me, dead weight, off the stage and finish the dance.

“The worst part was that, at that point in the ballet, Romeo and Juliet don’t leave the stage until the show is over. So, for the next twenty minutes, we are both panicking thinking we’re going to get pulled from the ballet for the rest of the run or that we’re going to be fired.

“Curtain falls, ballet is over, we meet Chiron backstage who just nodded and said, ‘I liked it, leave it in.’” Percy laughed at Annabeth’s Chiron impression – a stiff nod, a frown, and a gruff voice offering compliments when you expected nothing but critique.

“Apparently,” Annabeth continued, “from the audience, it had looked planned, as if Romeo was so overcome with grief, he just couldn’t stay standing. Of course, one of the ballet mistresses heard about Chiron’s plan and told him it was too dangerous for me to be dropped down the stairs every night, so we never did end up doing it again.”

“Well,” Paul said, “hopefully Percy won’t drop you like that.”

“No,” Percy said, “this ballet is thankfully free of carrying her down stairs. Although,” he looked at Annabeth, “you are in a death-like sleep again.”  

Annabeth smiled. “As long as I never have to be a snowflake again, I’ll take all of the only-mostly-dead roles.”

~*~*~*~

Annabeth opened up after that, charming Sally and Estelle with her dance stories and compliments about Percy’s skills as a partner (which Percy didn’t mind either.) She tried to help Sally clear the table, but Sally refused to let her help, insisting that she and Percy relax in the living room. After a few minutes, she brought in a tray of blue cookies for them.

Annabeth’s eyes went wide when she saw them; she picked a big one off the top and held it in front of her face. “Blue?” she asked.

“It’s an inside joke between my mom and me,” Percy said, picking up a cookie of his own.

Annabeth eyes went wide and she smiled, “Oh! That’s why everything you own is blue!” She said, like she had solved some grand mystery. “Your bag, your foam roller, your water bottle.” Percy smiled and nodded, confirming her conclusions. “And see, I just thought you were super into that ‘blue for boys, pink for girls’ thing.”

Percy laughed, breaking off a piece of his cookie. “No, I think that’s kind of bogus.”

Before Annabeth could respond, Sally poked her head in. “We’re going to be in our room, but it was so nice to meet you Annabeth. Please, feel free to stay as long as you’d like. And take some of the cookies home with you!”

Annabeth waved them goodnight. “Goodnight and thank you again for having me. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime, honey,” Sally said, disappearing around the corner.

“See,” Percy said, “I told you they’d like you.”

Annabeth smiled. “Yeah, must just be my family that doesn’t like me, then.”

She said that nonchalantly like it was a joke, but it caught Percy off guard. “You’re not close with your family?” He asked her.

She shrugged. “No, not really.”

“That must have been hard,” Percy said.

She nodded. “I mean, I should be grateful for them,” she added. “They’ve supported me my entire career and paid for everything, you know? But mostly I think they were glad I found ballet. It kept me out of the house most of the time.” Annabeth laughed sadly as she nibbled on her cookie. “It was funny. There was this one time, right when I was about to turn seventeen and find out if I got my company contract, and I got a text from my step-mom that just said: ‘Your dad got a new job in San Francisco. We’re moving in a week.” She forced a laugh again, but when she saw that Percy didn’t find that funny, she let her guard down. “They’d all known for months, but none of them thought to tell me.” She finished in a voice much sadder than the one she had started with.

Percy rested a hand on her knee, which she took willingly. “I’m so sorry, that’s awful. Can I ask why they didn’t –”

She cut him off. “My mom left me and my dad in the middle of the night when I was a few weeks old, and we never heard from her again. I guess things were fine with just me and my dad for the first few years, but he got remarried when I was three. They started their ‘real’ family, and I was just wrench in the machine.” She shrugged. “But anyway,” she said, forcing herself to perk up, “it all worked out. I mean, I got this amazing dance career and an absolutely awful taste in men,” she joked, “and you didn’t invite me here just to talk about my problems. Tell me about you. We’ve been dancing together for years, and I feel like I barely know you.”

“Can I give you a hug?” Percy asked her.

She was taken aback. “What?”

“Can I give you a hug? You just seem kind of sad.”

Annabeth dropped her plucky attitude and nodded, opening her arms to him. He held her tightly, rubbing her back gently to let her know that he was there.

When she pulled away, there were some tears on her cheeks that she quickly blotted off with a napkin. “Jesus, look at me, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re fine,” Percy assured her. “And, seriously, if you ever need to talk, I’m here. I would really like to be your friend.”

She smiled at him. “Thank you, that really means a lot to me.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, before Annabeth said: “But, really, tell me about yourself. How did you get started in ballet?”

“Kind of like you did, I guess. I needed something to do after school to get me out of the house and away from my stepdad,” he said. “Not Paul,” he added, “the guy my mom was married to before him.” He ran his hand through his hair and relaxed back on the couch. “I didn’t start dancing until I was ten,” he told her.

Her eyes went wide. “Really?”

He nodded. “I started at the Y, really basic classes because I needed something to do.” He didn’t tell her it was because he’d gotten kicked off the rec basketball team for punching a kid who’d made fun of Tyson, Percy friend and teammate, for having down syndrome. Percy’s reasons for decking the kid didn’t matter to his coach, though, who’d just hung his head, exhausted constantly by Percy’s troublemaking. “Just go home, Percy,” his coach had told him. “Just go home.” When he’d gotten kicked off the team, he had known he’d have to find something else to do after school as soon as he could. He couldn’t stand the idea of spending hours alone with Gabe before his mom got home from the candy shop.

“Why’d you pick dance?” She asked.

“I wanted to play basketball,” he said, “but the season had already started. The only thing I could still sign up for was ballet.” Percy smiled. “It was funny, the week I had my first class was the week before my mom got paid, so I didn’t have ballet shoes yet. I tried to do the barre in my socks, but the instructor saw, and she came back with these girls ballet slippers. They were extras they had. They were too big and for girls, but they were better than nothing. I ended up wearing them for four months. My mom had to sew the canvas where my big toe had popped through.” Annabeth smiled at the detail, but Percy figured she’d never had to wear second-hand shoes.

“Why’d you stick with it?” She asked.

Percy took a deep breath and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It was a control thing, I think,” he said. “I …” he hesitated, but he decided to be honest with her, the way she had been with him. “I was a troubled kid. I have ADHD and dyslexia, so my grades were bad. I got into fights, my stepdad …” he decided to leave those details out. “Well, he’s not around anymore and that’s for the best.” Annabeth nodded, looking at him even as he kept his gaze forward.

“I understand that,” she mused as he continued.

“But when I got to ballet … well, it was this quiet room with piano music, and no one was talking to each other. We all just plie’d in peace, and it was just so nice,” he smiled, “and I felt in control there. I realized that if I put a lot into ballet, I’d get a lot out of it. So, I started to practice every night, and after six months, my teacher told my mom that I had to be in a better program if I wanted to be a better dancer, because she really believed that I could go the distance.”

He paused, smiling at the memory, but his eyes felt a little misty. He took a sip of water to avoid crying in front of her. “It was the first time a teacher had really believed in me,” he said. “She helped me find a school and scholarship money, and … that was all she wrote. I started dancing pretty much every day until I got into the academy at fifteen.” He smiled and looked back at her.

She was listening to him intently and had leaned closer to him. When he sat up straight, she had to readjust so that their bodies didn’t collide. He smiled when he saw that she was still listening to him. “You know, the year I started at the school was the year you got into the company?”

She didn’t answer his question. Instead, she placed her hands on his, the same way he had for her earlier. “You must have worked really hard.” She said.

Percy nodded. “So many people in the school and the company had done all of these summer intensives and had been in youth companies and all of that. And there I was, this ragamuffin kid who got his start as a pre-teen at the YMCA,”

Annabeth smiled uncomfortably. “I was in a youth company,”

Percy forced himself to laugh and assure her that he didn’t hate people who had been in youth companies or had been dancing since they were very young. He knew it wasn’t her fault that she had gotten lucky, he just always hated that sense of what-if: what if he had more money growing up? What if he had gotten started earlier? How much further in his career could he be if he had half the opportunities Annabeth had?  

“Besides, you haven’t had it easy either,” he said.

She nodded. “I actually spent the last few months back in Virginia at the youth company. I did some choreography, led some classes, and kept up with my own training. It was nice to get out of the city for a while.”

“I bet,” he said. He wanted to ask her what happened, but he figured she would have already told him, so he dodged it. “I’m lucky, my get-away is a lot closer than yours.”

“Oh yeah? Where do you escape to?”

“Montauk beach, out on Long Island.” He pointed vaguely towards the east.

“You know, I’ve lived in New York for twelve years, and I’ve never been to Long Island.”

Percy’s eyes went wide. “What do you do in the summer? Suffer here? Or do you jet off to Disney World or Hawaii?”

She bumped her shoulder into his. “Please, I don’t have that much money.” She said. “I go …” She paused, and the put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. “Oh my god, I don’t even want to tell you. I feel like you’ll stop being my friend forever.”

Percy smiled when she called him her friend. “Nothing you could say could change that. Come on, just tell me.”

She took a deep breath. “I go to Jersey,” she admitted.

Percy groaned and leaned back against the couch. “Oh my god!”

“It’s nice! They have nice beaches, good pizza –“

“Get out of my apartment!” Percy said while laughing and pointing at the door. Annabeth grabbed his hand and pulled it out of its pointing pose.

“It’s nice, I promise!”

“Please!” Percy said. “Long Island might not be the Bahamas, but it’s better than Jersey.”

“Have you ever been to New Jersey?” She asked.

“No,” he admitted, “but that’s by design.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” she said.

“Alright, tell you what,” Percy said. “This summer, I’ll take you to Long Island and you can take me to Jersey,” he couldn’t believe what he was saying, “and we’ll decide which was better.”

Annabeth held out her hand. Percy took it and they shook on it. “Deal.” She said.

~*~*~*~

They stayed up talking and enjoying a few too many cookies but not worrying about it, for two more hours. When Annabeth caught a flash of the time: 10:15p.m. She gasped.

“I had no idea how late it was getting,” she said, standing up. “I should head home and let you get some rest.”

“Do you want me to come with you on the subway?” Percy offered. “It’s getting late and you’ve got a long train ride.”

Annabeth shook her head. “No, thank you though, that’s sweet. I’ll just call an Uber,” she said, taking out her phone.

Percy nodded, picking up the tray of cookies. “Sounds good. I’m sending you home with at least half of these, though, or else my mom will kill me.”

Annabeth smiled. “If I don’t fit into my costume, I’m telling Silena that it’s your fault.”

Percy placed a few cookies in a zip-lock bag and handed it to her. “They have no calories remember,” he said.

She zipped up her coat and forced her hat onto her head. Before she could say goodbye, Percy slipped on his jacket and shoes. “Let me walk you out,” he said.

~*~*~*~

They stood on the curb waiting for her car as snow started to fall. Percy looked up at the sky and smiled, watching the flurries fall in the light of the streetlamps.

“Thank you, again, Percy, for such a great night,” she said.

“Anytime, seriously. My door is always open.” He was suddenly very aware of how close they were standing and how beautiful he thought she was. There were times where he thought his crush on her was maybe just the result of admiration for her dancing. He thought that, maybe if he got to know her, he wouldn’t like her as much outside of the studio. Tonight had disproven that theory.

Her Uber pulled up. “Annabeth?” the driver asked. Annabeth double checked the license plate number before confirming. She turned back to Percy to say a final goodbye.

That would have been the perfect moment to kiss her, as she stood under the snow, looking up at him, the yellow light of the streetlamp bouncing off her blonde hair. Sure, they had kissed before, but rehearsal kisses were different. They didn’t count. This would be an “I like you” kiss, a “let me take you out to dinner” kiss, it could be a wonderful, earth-shattering, life changing kiss.

But that kiss would ruin everything. Instead, he tried to memorize the way her eyes looked, and the way snow stuck to her eyelashes, and the way she waved goodbye to him from the window of her Uber.  

#this chapter is 5000 words long oh my god #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #once upon a pointe

[zaffrenotes]

Henney Friday - The White Shirt

Daniel Henney's known for wearing a crisp, white dress shirt when he has to make a public appearance (when he can't dress casual, but he doesn't have to wear a suit). Sleeves almost always rolled up if he's not wearing some sort of blazer or suit jacket. Almost always with 3 buttons undone, instead of 2. It's a good look.

Here he is doing a comedy sketch in South Korea, where he stands in for someone 🤷🏻‍♀️ so the woman can practice her scene... they improv and add a kiss (but she later admitted she got nervous and pulled away when he tried to kiss her 🙈) and then a man in drag appears to take her place... attempting to get Henney to do some ballet because...🤷🏻‍♀️ Man in drag tears away his clothes to reveal a ballet leotard/tutu and tries to get Henney to take his shirt off 😂 before making Henney lift him 🤣🤣🤣

DH: are you okay?

NO SIR, NO I AM NOT! 🥴

(man in drag): call me umma (mother, in Korean)

DH: (says "monster" or goemul in Korean, but it sounds like a variant of "devil" agma) yai-ma?

now it's your turn to take it (your shirt) off

^^^ this is how he normally wears his shirts 😂

#Daniel Henney #team Henney #Daniel Henney gif #hi hello sir how are you #you're killin me henney #in the best way possible #his smile is everything #i can't breathe #i can't even #i can't think straight #how dare he do this #how does he make a simple white shirt look SO GOOD #HALP

[anip-ocs]

A Visit

Short fic below!

TW: Parent death, mild suicide ideation

The sun hung low in the sky, streaks of pink and orange beginning to paint their way across the sky. Darkened silhouettes of large trees blocked out parts of the sky, old branches hanging, craggly with time, above rows and rows of tombstones. The field was silent, save for the quiet footsteps of a visitor. His dark cloak hung around him, dark as if made from the shadows themselves, tattered red converse scuffing against the grass. Across his back, a bow and a quiver of arrows glowed, pulsing with a gentle orange light. Had anyone else been present in the graveyard, they would have easily recognized the hero, Shadow. Though, at the moment, his hood was off, and he didn’t look all too heroic cradling a bouquet of flowers to his chest. Of course, none can be too heroic standing amongst the remnants of the dead. And though he wore his hero attire, Shane Parker wasn’t here to be a hero. He was here to be alone. But not quite alone, all the same.

As he approached his destination, he took a breath, the plastic wrap around the flowers crinkling as he shifted his arms a bit. “Hey, Mom.” he said, his voice so shaky and quiet he himself could barely hear it. He could feel he was about to cry if he stayed a moment longer, but if there was ever a place to cry this was certainly it. “I was in the area, so I thought I’d drop by.” a bit louder this time. He lifted his gaze to look at his mother’s gravestone head on, lifting an arm to wipe at his tears as he tried to smile. “I brought your favorites.” he kneeled down and set the pink and white carnations before the grave, before taking a seat next to it. He wasn’t too embarrassed to admit the grass where he sat was worn away a bit.

A moment of silence hung in the air, as he tried to get a grip on the stuttering in his chest. This was a one-sided conversation between him and the two month old corpse of his mother, and the tiniest part of him felt stupid for almost expecting her to say something, expecting her to sit up and hug him to her and promise everything would be okay. Hell, his mother hadn’t been able to sit up in almost a year now, let alone hug anyone. Now was not the time to be craving something impossible to get.

“...everything seems so weird now, with you gone.” Shane said quietly. “Before, I could… I could keep going because I thought you’d get better someday, and we could be a normal family again, y’know? I think we all were hoping for that. Or maybe I was just naive. But now… its so hard. I mean, i-its always been hard, but everything feels like its piling on.”

He sighed, glancing at the grave, at the stems of the flowers he’d brought. Pink and white.

“...Alice got kicked out of ballet, and it's all my fault. I know you really wanted her to do ballet, and she loves it so much, I just… I couldn’t afford it. Haven’t been able to pay the studio in almost a year now, and they’d let it slide, but…” but enough had been enough, he supposed. But they didn’t have to be so cruel about it, did they?

~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t pay this month, but I promise--” he stammered out, quiet and weak under the glare of the receptionist.

“What, you ‘promise’ to pay next month? You’ve been singing this song and dance for a year now, and I’m having a hard time believing you!” she said, tapping her pen against the record book with a scowl.

“I know, and I’m sorry, I just--I’m working as hard as I can, but--”

“If you can’t afford dance lessons, then don’t come get dance lessons!”

“If it were just for me, then I’d do it, but it's for Alice, I have to, she--”

“Well, then.” the receptionist’s voice suddenly went cold, her glare icy through her dark-framed glasses. She stood from her desk, the pen clattering to the floor. “I’m officially terminating her lessons with Miss Anne. Starting now.”

It felt like his heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he was frozen as the receptionist came around the other end of the desk and marched for the practice rooms. Then his brain kicked back into gear as he realized what she was about to do. “W-Wait, you can’t!! She has a recital in two weeks, she’s worked so hard, please--!!”

“Oh, the big recital?! Swan Lake?! In order to participate she’d need a new tutu, new slippers, new tights, a new leotard in order to match the other dancers, and you, sir, can’t even afford for her to be here! There’s certainly no way she’s going to ruin the big recital, especially if she should’ve been out of here a year ago!”

“M-Miss Greenwich, please, you have to believe I’m trying--”

Before he could try and get another word in, the receptionist threw open the door to the practice room, three dozen little faces stopping what they were doing to turn and see what was going on one by one. Forcing her way through the sea of children, she picked out a frizzy-haired little girl and grabbed her by the arm. Alice let out a shout as her nails scratched at her arm and she was yanked out of the room.

“What’s going on here, we’re in the middle of--” the ballet instructor began, pausing the music and turning to address the receptionist.

“Alice Parker hasn’t been paying the studio fees in almost a year now, Miss Anne, so her time in this class is over. Hopefully she didn’t have too big of a part, though I can’t imagine she would.” Miss Greenwich barely even turned her head as she continued her way across the room, grabbing Shane by his sleeve and dragging them both out of the dance studio entirely, practically tossing the two onto the sidewalk.

“Miss Greenwich, please--” Shane began, only to be cut off once more.

“You’re lucky I’m not calling the authorities! Your girl’s not welcome in here ever again until you can actually afford tuition, and to repay twelve months of it too! Now get off of our property before I do call the authorities, cheapskate!” and then she slammed the door in their faces, her form walking off through the frosted glass. Shane felt like time had frozen for a moment, his brain still trying to process that that had just happened, until he heard Alice start to cry beside him. He picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her back to their beat down pickup truck, her tears beginning to wet his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Alice.” he mumbled, hugging her tight a moment as a heavy weight bore onto his shoulders.

~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

He pulled at the sleeve of his cloak, just thinking about what happened made him feel incredibly… small. “She was heartbroken. But honestly, the only thing worse is that now she feels like she has to worry.” he let out a sigh. “She stopped using the lunch money I gave her… she stopped eating lunch for two weeks before I found out, she said she didn’t want to use up money we need for something else. It’s taken me forever to even convince her that it's okay for her to eat, I don’t know what to do anymore! I’m working as many jobs as I can, but with Disillusions I... “

He laid back in the grass, the bow and arrow fading into sparks of light. “Its… selfish of me, isn’t it. I could be working so much more, but I have to take off to fight villains and monsters and go to team meetings… one of my jobs even threatened to fire me if I took another unauthorized break. I can’t blame them, but I just… Disillusions is one of the only other places I feel like I’m doing something. I could stop, but… I guess I just don’t want to.” he sighed. “Stupid, right?”

Of course, he could get help through Disillusions. Ken was rich, loaded rich--his father owned one of the largest technological corporations on the globe, and sent him $500 allowances that the boy barely used. All he had to do was tell him just how bad the situation really was and Ken was near-guaranteed to throw enough money at the problem to make it not a problem anymore. He’d helped Maddi a ton already, paying to rebuild her entire treehouse home when it was destroyed in a storm and even buying her groceries every other week.

But… he was too afraid to ask. Maybe he was just too prideful to admit that he was struggling, especially to someone who’d been raised in opulent captivity for so long he barely understood what middle class even looked like. Yet… that wasn’t quite it. Honestly? He was just kind of scared of Ken.

It wasn’t hard to be. With his dark black eyes and icy demeanor, most people shied away upon seeing him. Seeing him dressed in a cloak, big angel wings out for all to see, grinning as he sliced the head off the thirtieth little monster that day only solidified the fear. Ken was typically so stoic, it was hard to tell how he felt about… almost anyone. Shane wasn’t even sure if Ken liked him--he didn’t want to ask for help from someone who possibly hated him.

But he did need help. And soon.

“If we could just join the city’s program, that’d make things so much easier, but we can’t. The Independence program only allows one person per home, and Alice is still too young to apply for her own little place through the program. If we want to stay together, we’d have to go to the orphanage… I don’t think I want to do that.” he sighed.

“...I think I’m cursed. Well, I know I’m cursed, but I think it's reaching farther than I thought.” he rested an arm over his eyes and let out yet another sigh. The curse. He’d been cursed with immortality, which gave him an interesting sideset of powers but came with the weight of knowing he’d outlive everyone he’d ever cared for. He’d never imagined he’d lose his mother so soon, but she’d gotten ill and never improved. Only declined. It had started about a year after he’d been cursed in the first place, almost to the day. Since then? It had all gone downhill, until now Shane was struggling to pay utilities on the apartment and everything around him was falling apart.

A fresh set of tears welled up in him, and he wiped at his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this, Mom…” someone his age was never meant to go through all of this alone--hell, he felt like no one should have to go through all of this at all, let alone on their own. Everything was piling up, and it was a guarantee that the problems would keep piling on his chest as everyone fell around him until he was alone carrying the weight of lifetimes of issues. Part of him wanted to just lay there beside his mother’s grave for eternity, through wind and rain, heat or cold, let himself be buried alongside her until he didn’t have to worry about anything anymore. The life of the dead (or lack thereof) seemed rather peaceful, after all.

But he couldn’t. He had to keep going, if for nothing else, for Alice. He was all she had left, and she desperately needed him to keep going so she could even dare hope for a future of her own. He’d sworn to himself that, if nothing else kept him going, that he’d keep going for his little sister. Even if it meant running on fumes, on bare remnants of energy and self. As long as she stayed happy, he could be a bit happy too.

But he still missed his mother, desperately. It was a constant ache in his chest, like a hand was squeezing at his heart. It sucked the life, the joy out of… everything. The burning determination he felt to care for his sister and those he cared about was nearly swallowed up by a dark void of nothingness. Sometimes he wanted to just fall backwards into it, watch everything fade to black and--

No. He couldn’t think like that. Shane sat up, biting his lip, gripping the grass in hands tight. He had to stick around. He had to. He could grieve, yes, but he had to keep living. Not because he didn’t have much choice, but because he had his reasons to want to. He felt a fire burn in his heart, and knew he could find the strength, the means to go on. His fingertips glowed, orange and hot. If he was strong enough and capable enough to fight hordes of giant monsters, he could find a way out of this mess they were in.

He fought monsters with a team, didn’t he? Maybe what he needed here was a team too. He just had to ask for help. Even if it meant facing down Ken Shinigami himself, he’d do what it takes.

He stood up, turning to face the gravestone again. Aziza Parker, it read, 1978--2019. The doctors had sworn to him that she’d never stopped fighting her illness for even an instant. His mother was headstrong and determined, had been as long as he remembered, and he couldn’t help but feel like she’d just shared a bit of that strength with him. He managed the smallest of smiles, took a deep breath. “Thank you, Mom. I’ll make you proud.”

Then he teleported, vanishing in a flash of orange sparks, bright against the dying light of the sun as the stars began their reign over the sky.

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[m-jelly]

It bloomed in spring - chapter 11

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Pairing: Levi x Reader

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Words: 4.5k

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, royal AU, emperor Levi, falling in love, forbidden love, relationship progression, plot development, pregnancy.

Concept: You are tested for poison and other things. You are free from poison and find out you're pregnant. You travel with Hange and Levi to the library in parliament and give Levi the news. Levi takes Hange's advice and decides to make you his mistress. You discover a secret part of the library that leads you to the truth about the past. Levi declares you as his mistress earning you respect from politicians, which surprises you both. You find out the truth one night and start plotting with Levi and the others how to get what you dream of.

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You watched Hange closely as she carried out test after test on you and the food. You nibbled your lip and checked the time knowing you both had to go soon to the library. You stood up and smiled at her. “Well? Is it poison because I’m feeling a bit odd today.”

She smiled at you. “No poison in the food or drinks, it was just a message to mess with you.”

You let out a long sigh. “Thank goodness.”

“You’re pregnant.”

You flinched. “Huh!?”

She smiled. “I checked over and over as I checked for poison. You’re pregnant.”

You cupped your face as your heart raced with joy. “A baby…” Your stomach dropped. “Oh…this could be bad.”

Hange hugged you. “We’ll work something out. I swear.”

You sighed as you held her back. “Yeah, I know.”

She kissed your forehead. “It’ll be okay.”

You pulled back and rubbed your tummy. “I’m mixed about it all, but I will have them and love them so much.”

“You’ll be a wonderful mother.” She walked with you to the door. “Let’s go tell Levi!”

You looked at the time. “We don’t have time. We need to get to parliament for our timeslot for the library. It was difficult to get in there being a woman.”

She nodded and walked with you. “We’ll tell him when we get back.”

You hurried to your office and grabbed your papers. “Okay, let’s find the books we need.”

She led you to the carriage and saw Levi running towards you both out of the palace. “Um,” she called your name “your lover wants you.”

You leaned out of the carriage. “I guess I should tell him now.”

Levi skidded on his heels next to you and panted. “Are you going to the parliament library?”

You nodded. “Yes. We need to go now otherwise we miss our slot.”

He climbed into the carriage. “I’ll come with you both. If we’re late, then I will help you both.”

Hange sat down and smiled. “We have news for you. Two things.”

Levi looked over at you. “Two things?”

You gulped hard. “Is Tutus with her highness?”

Levi nodded. “Sir Tutus is with my mother and father, yes. So, what is this news?”

Hange clapped her hands together. “She has not been poisoned and there was no poison in the food! I will let your lovely lady tell you about the second news.”

Levi turned to you. “What’s the news?”

You gulped hard. “I umm…”

Hange gasped. “SHE’S PREGNANT!”

You glared at Hange. “Hange!”

“I’m sorry, I was just so excited for you.” She blushed. “I’m really sorry.”

Levi held your hands. “Are you really pregnant?”

Hange squealed. “YES!” She blushed when Levi glared at her. “Sorry, sorry!”

You lowered your head. “Yeah, I’m pregnant. I found out this morning.”

He kissed you and smiled. “A baby. This is wonderful.”

You nibbled your lip. “I am worried. What are we to do when it’s clear I am pregnant?”

He let out a long sigh. “We’ll change the law by then. I promise.”

You kissed him before hugging him. “Thank you.”

He smiled. “A baby.”

You giggled. “Yeah.”

He held your waist. “A baby.”

You laughed. “Yeah.”

He lifted you up and sat you on his lap. He placed his hand on your pelvis and smiled. “Baby.” He rested his head on your shoulder. “I wonder what they’ll be. I’m excited to meet them.”

“Me too.”

Levi lifted his head when you slipped off. “Where are you going?”

Hange opened the carriage door. “We’ve arrived, that’s why. I also strongly suggest you make her your mistress so you can openly be together a bit better and it’ll be okay that you’re having a baby.”

Levi frowned. “If I say she’s my mistress, won’t people mistreat her? They’d assume she’s a temptress.”

“That’s true, but at least you’ll be able to go on dates.”

Levi hummed. “Would you be okay with it?”

You blushed and nodded. “Yes. I can take it.”

“Okay, well I will make it known.”

You slipped out of the carriage and turned to Levi. “Come on.”

Levi climbed out and walked with you and Hange toward parliament. “Are you sure you’re okay with it? I’ve just promoted you. People might say terrible things about you.”

You turned to Levi. “People know you’re trying to change a law. Now they know I’m trying to change the same law. When we stop it, they’ll see that we had the same goal in mind. Our aim is to get married. People will see that in the end.”

He kissed you and sighed. “Alright.” He led the way inside and signed in for you and Hange. “I understand we are late, but that was my fault. I have finished my paperwork, so I’m ready to go.”

The man bowed. “Of course, your majesty. All forgiven. Please, come with me.” He led the way and glanced back. “It’s strange to have two women researchers with you. We don’t usually let women in as they aren’t as smart as us men.”

Levi gritted his teeth a little. “That’s a false belief. They are incredibly capable researchers and have made a greater advancement in research than my group before. They’re perfect.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you.”

Hange grinned. “Appreciate it!”

The man opened the grand doors. “Enjoy the library.”

Levi held his hand out. “Key.”

“Oh, but.”

“Key. I don’t need someone treating me like a child.”

He handed the key over. “Forgive me!”

Levi yanked the key away. “Leave us be. I don’t want anyone disturbing us while we are working on something important.”

He bowed. “Yes, your majesty! I’m so sorry for being a bother and insulting you and your researchers!”

Levi hummed and watched the man run off. He closed the doors and locked them from the inside. “Work fast. It’s only a matter of time before he tells someone and we have company.” He hurried over to you and stopped you from running off. “You can wait here.”

You sighed. “I’m not fragile. I can do this.”

He kissed you. “Okay, okay. Just be careful.”

You nodded and ran down the halls with Hange and Levi. You all searched the books lining the shelves for something that could help you. You grabbed all books on Empress Elula and ran down to a small section. You spied a small gap in the shelves and almost a secret section behind. You dropped your books and wiggled your body through them. You fell out onto the other side to see the place was old, really old and covered in dust.

You ran to the gap. “Levi!”

Levi raced over to you. “Bunny? What’s wrong?” He spotted you. “Where are you? What are you doing there?”

You smiled at him. “I’ve found a secret part.”

Levi shoved one of the bookcases and slipped inside. “Well, let me help.” He looked around at the thick dust. “Tch, fucking disgusting.”

“Don’t focus on the dust darling.” You trotted over to a shelf. “Focus on what we can find here to help us.” You looked through the books and hummed. “These seem old, really old.”

Levi pulled a book and coughed. “It’s old as shit.”

You paused when you saw a book. “Oh! Oh!”

Levi walked over to you. “What?”

You pulled it off and showed Levi. “It’s a diary.”

Levi frowned a little. “Why would it be here?”

You stared at it for a while before looking around the room. “Wait a minute.” You walked around the room and looked at how it was set up. “I think this was her workspace. This wasn’t always a place for politicians, it used to be a huge library for the royals because there was only a small number of politicians and now they’ve grown they’ve taken over.” You squealed. “We’re walking in such a historical spot. I’m sure she brought her husband here and they did so much here!”

Levi kissed your forehead. “There is.”

You hummed and smiled as Levi kissed your forehead softly. “I have hope. I think this is our answer.”

“Grab as much as possible. We’re running out of time.”

You nodded and grabbed as many books as possible before slipping through the gap and mixing the books with the others. “Okay, let’s get going.”

Levi grabbed most of the books and ran with you to Hange. “We have to move.”

Hange ran to the door. “Got it!”

Levi unlocked the door to reveal a group of annoyed-looking men with one leading them. “Thank you for letting us use the library.”

The leader perked up. “Your majesty! I’m honoured to meet you. I did not know you would be here. I was only told two women would be.”

Levi looked over at you. “I have two women, one is a trusted friend and researcher, and this one is my mistress.”

You blushed as you gazed at Levi. “I…I am.”

Levi kissed you. “Who I love.”

The leader bowed to you. “Greetings, royal mistress. I am honoured to meet you.”

You gasped a little. “Why are you bowing?”

He stood up and looked nervous. “Do you not want that? Forgive us, your majesty.”

Levi frowned. “Wait, what respect and things does the mistress get?”

“She gets an allowance, power and respect. She’s been chosen by you, your majesty. Though she cannot be Empress, she’s still chosen and loved by you. She is seen as very important.” He bowed deeply to you. “Blessings upon the royal mistress! Forgive me and the others for being judgemental.”

Levi pulled you close. “It’s all forgiven. Just know that she is my mistress, love, and everything.” He pushed you along. “Come, we must go back to the palace.”

Hange ran ahead and climbed into the carriage. She waited for you both to get in before speaking. “I give it about five hours before most people know. There’s no going back now.”

Levi looked over at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m alright. I guess it is a shock. I wasn’t expecting them to bow to me and show me so much kindness and respect.”

Levi held your hand. “It’s a new life and path for us both.”

You squeezed his hand and nodded. “It is.”

He kissed the back of your hand. “It means you and I can be open with each other. I can go into your room without problems and you can sleep with me.”

You blushed. “You’re right, but you still have to date the princesses.”

“It’s all a front.”

You hummed a laugh. “It’s funny. You have a mistress without even having a wife.”

He pulled you close. “I know, but I also know I love you.”

Levi rolled over in bed to see you sat up in it with the diary open, reading glasses on and a lamp giving you some light. He inhaled as he rubbed his eyes. “Bunny, did I not wear you out enough?” He massaged your thigh. “Want me to try again?”

You were half listening. “Mm, sure handsome.” You flicked the page and kept reading. You frowned when the bed shifted and your legs. You lifted the book and looked down to see Levi between your legs with his tongue sticking out a little. “Levi?”

He looked up at you and smiled. “Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

He frowned. “I asked if you wanted me to try again.”

“Try what?”

He blushed. “I asked if I didn’t wear you out enough.” He faceplanted the bed and groaned. “I’m an idiot.”

You closed your book and petted his head. “Don’t be sad. I was half listening, sorry.”

“Stupid.”

You giggled at the Emperor of Paradis was acting like a kid being told off. “Tell you what.”

He looked up at you. “What.”

“Our baby needs to hear their daddy’s voice.”

Levi dragged himself up the bed and pulled you closer by your hips. He kissed your belly and hummed. “Hello, sweet baby.”

You opened your book again and played with Levi’s hair as he started talking to the baby. You kept reading Elula’s loving words about meeting her husband and then marrying him. You smiled at their cute love together and how Elula bad-mouthed the Du Monts. You stopped a moment when she mentioned that her husband got sick. You read on as she described how he got sicker and sicker and he got too sick for them to try for a child. You felt your heart break when she said that she and her husband had craved for a child, but she only wanted one with him and no one else.

Levi stopped talking to your belly when he heard your soft sobs. He sat up between your legs. “Bunny?”

You handed the book over. “It’s so sad.”

Levi read through the troubles and the end result. He looked up at you. “Oh, you poor sweet soft thing.”

You threw yourself at Levi as you cried. “He died!”

Levi rubbed your back as he kept reading with the book held to the side. “It’s the past, my love, there is nothing we can do.”

You sniffed. “I know, but it’s so sad.”

He kissed the top of your head and kept reading. “She says the Du Monts started to become an issue. They tried getting involved, pushed her to marry a guy.” He frowned a little. “She suspected they were a Du Mont. She says…these Du Monts are relentless. Since the passing of my beloved, they are pressing me so to marry a man they have chosen. I have suspected for years that these Du Monts have tried to claw their way into royalty. I have denied their demands for marriage. I doubt my denials will succeed. I have heard whispers of a law being made to force me into marriage. I have a solution to protect Paradis from their vile grip. I intend to make my cousin my heir. I believe in their family, their heart and their strength. I hope that in time, they will find a way to stop the Du Monts.”

You rubbed your tears away. “Is there more?”

He nodded and changed pages and he skimmed the pages. “Ah, here. They have dug their claws in deep but failed to gain a firm hold. Their law may be strong but many allies stopped most. They wished for a law to force marriage upon royals. They wanted to get one of their own married into the royal line. They failed. My allies added a part to the law. If a royal fails to marry for love, then a selection of potential brides or grooms will be presented. I strongly believe the Du Monts will hide this law. I fear for the future of the royals. I wish nothing but love upon those who come after me. Be cautious. The Du Monts want the crown.”

You nibbled your lip. “Levi…”

He locked eyes with you. “We need to find out who the Du Monts are. They are hiding in plain sight, I know it. They have the law that says I can marry you!” He smiled. “I can’t believe it. I can marry you. I can, but they are twisted so the Du Monts can try and marry in. One of the princesses is a Du Mont and someone else.”

You fiddled with your nightdress. “You need to date them.”

He frowned. “What?”

“You need to date the princesses. We have to pretend we don’t know what’s in this book.”

He looked down at the book. “But I don’t want to.”

You cupped his face. “You said it yourself, one of them is a Du Mont. I know the Du Mont will lay low for a while, but they will get full of themselves. Elula makes it very clear in her diary that they liked to gloat.” You let his face go. “I’ll use the staff to find out who the other one is. Someone in politics is a Du Mont. You have been pushed the most to get married, so I believe the Du Monts are dying out. They will try anything to marry you.”

“We’re creating a trap for them.”

You nodded. “We need to tell the others. We need to prepare.”

Levi tapped his forehead against yours and let out a long sigh. “I don’t like this, but I understand.” He kissed you. “I will host a meeting with Erwin and the others.”

You jumped out of bed. “You’re right.”

Levi watched you pull on your dressing gown. “Bunny?”

You smiled at Levi. “I’m going to gather everyone and let them know.”

He climbed out of bed. “Really?”

You stopped a moment. “Do you not want to?”

He jumped out of bed. “I do! I’m just in shock at how active you are. You’ve grown into a fine person.”

You smiled softly. “I guess I would have been so shy about this when we first met in spring.” You hummed a laugh a little. “Now Autumn is here and I’m very proactive in making our future.”

Levi pulled you close and kissed you. “I love it, but you and the baby need to rest.”

“Levi.”

He hushed you. “Go to bed. I am thankful to you, but you need to rest up.” He smiled at your pout. “You’re too cute sometimes. Bed.”

You huffed. “Let me fight.”

“You are fighting.” He picked up Tutus and handed him over. “Sleep and let me take care of this. It’s my turn now, okay?”

You climbed into bed with your pup. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” He kissed you before tucking you in. “I’ll fix this all.”

You blushed at the determined look in his eyes, he looked like a warrior ready to fight. “Levi.”

He locked eyes with you and smiled. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

You lay down and hugged Tutus. “Go be my hero.”

He kissed your head and wrapped up in his dressing gown. “I’ll lock the door, okay? Don’t open it for anyone.”

“Promise!”

He walked out of the room and locked it. He stared at the dark hallway and felt like the silence was deafening. He travelled down to his parent’s room. He lightly knocked and waited for a tired answer. He opened it and looked inside. “Dad? I need your help.”

Sebastian pulled from Kuchel’s arms and rubbed his eyes. “Help?”

Levi nodded. “We have a lead. I need mum to focus on helping my fiancée with her spy network of workers, but I need your help with other things.”

Kuchel leaned up and smiled sleepily. “I’ll help her, I promise.”

“Thank you. I need you both to sleep though. You’ll start tomorrow, but I need to borrow dad.”

Sebastian pulled on clothes and shuffled over. “Coming, coming.” He yawned. “Ready to go.”

Levi walked with his father to his friends’ rooms. He woke up everyone and led them outside into the crisp autumn air. He hugged himself as a fog tried to claw its way into his garden, but couldn’t claim his land. He cast his steel blue eyes to the sky and admired the stars and the small clouds. He turned to those gathered around him no lights in hands.

Levi released a sigh and watched his breath dance in the air before him as the storm he’d known was coming, was finally here. “We have discovered the truth in Elula’s diary.” He went deep into the diary and what you’d both discovered. As he talk, he could see his friends in the dark slowly understanding the gravity of it all. He stopped talking and felt a weight in the air as if there was a thickness invading everyone’s lungs. “We know what needs to be done. I will continue going on these dates so I can discover who of the princesses is a Du Mont. I will have my fiancée and mother leading the staff spies to discover more.”

Erwin hummed in thought as he processed what was presented before plotting what could be done. “Your fiancée is correct in saying for you to continue the dating. If the Du Monts are as egotistic as described, then it is highly likely they will make themselves known in the process of this all. We have to keep pretending we do not know.”

Mike smirked. “I can spy on those in the surrounding areas for you. Surely someone knows something.”

Hange hummed in thought. “I will trace the Du Mont family tree for you.”

Sebastian placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. “I will go with Erwin to parliament. I might not have taken the crown, but I still have a lot of ties and people who owe me something. We’ll weed out the weak and get them to talk.” He looked at the group. “I’ve dealt with rats before. Make sure you don’t scare them away because sometimes they won’t come back. We have to be cautious.”

Levi bowed to everyone. “Thank you, all of you. This means more to me than you know.” He stood up and sighed. “I admit I am scared of what might happen, but I cannot lose bunny, our baby and the future we dream of.”

Erwin smiled. “We’re doing this not because you’re Emperor, but because you are our friend. We stick together and we will do anything for you.”

Mike hummed. “He’s right. I don’t know what I would do if I was in your shoes. To not be allowed to marry Wendy, would kill me.”

Hange adjusted her glasses. “I love finding out a mystery.”

Levi smiled making them all blush. “Thank you. Now, we have to keep all of this quiet. When we talk about these plans, we must meet away from others. I don’t want a Du Mont sympathiser or a Du Mont discovering this. If they do, I fear for the safety of all of you.”

Sebastian patted Levi’s back. “We’ll keep it hush.”

Levi sighed when everyone agreed. He felt all the weight of everything lift away. “I know this is going to be hard. It’ll either take a while or happen quickly. Be on your guard, okay?” He nodded when everyone agreed once again. “Alright, let’s head back to bed and if anyone wants to know what’s going on, we’re doing a night walk and star gazing for educational reasons and Hange is leading it. Make up some shit that we’re using some power from the stars.”

Hange saluted. “Got it!”

He walked with everyone to the palace. “Good, now let’s all get some rest. We start this all tomorrow. I will hide the diary. As far as everyone knows, you are the only ones who are aware of us finding the diary. I don’t think anyone knows about the secret library either.”

Erwin held the door open. “Good.”

Levi slipped inside. “Come on dad, I’ll help you to bed. Thank you again everyone for the uh…night walk and star gazing. Have a good night.” He assisted his father up the stairs before leading him back to Kuchel. “I have dad for you.”

Kuchel smiled softly. “All sorted?”

Sebastian sat on the bed and played with his wife’s hair. “Something good is being put in motion. We have to keep it quiet, okay?”

Kuchel nodded. “Understood.” She gasped. “You know what I’m gonna start doing? I’m going to have lunch with your mistress.” She winked at Levi. “I have to get to know the mother of my grandkid.”

Levi blushed. “She’ll like that. Thank you so much.” He kissed his father’s cheek and then his mother’s. “Love you both.”

“We love you too!”

Sebastian smiled. “Love you, son.”

Levi rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled softly. “Tch, night you two. Wait for me to leave before you start kissing.” He slipped out of the room just as his parents started giggling. He let out a long sigh and walked towards his bedroom to see Yulia hovering around. “Princess?”

Yulia turned to Levi and stared at him with her ice-cold eyes. “Your majesty.”

Levi rubbed his closed eyes as he felt frustrated. “If you’re looking for,” he said your name softly and looked up at her again to see she’d moved closer “she is not in her room, she is in mine. She’s my mistress.”

She tilted her head. “I am aware that she is your mistress.”

He felt a coldness in the air, his hair stood on end as if this woman posed a danger to him. “Do you perhaps love her?”

“I do not love her as lovers would.” A wicked smile spread across her face. “I simply want her. I see her as a fun toy. Do not be mistaken by my desire to have her as attraction, it is merely possession. Though I suppose it is alright now, seeing as she is your mistress, therefore if I become engaged to you again I can play with her all I like. I want to see how pretty she looks when I…” she hummed “Abril.”

Levi turned to see Abril in a child-like nightdress. Abril bowed. “Sorry, your majesty. I will take her away. She’s a weird and wild one.”

Levi smiled a little. “Thank you. You two have rooms next to each other, right?”

Abril held Yulia’s upper arm and pulled her back. “She came into my room and said she was going to play with the mistress maid. She scared me how she stood over me in bed.”

Yulia hummed. “I was saying hello.”

Levi sighed. “I’ll get Charles to get you a key for your door.”

Abril grinned. “Thank you! Anyway, I owe you a lot for talking some sense into me about my silly attitude and your maid, I mean mistress, is really nice! So, I followed.”

“Thank you.”

She pulled on Yulia. “Come on, let’s go to bed. We’ll have a tea party tomorrow! I have so many cute clothes to put you in.”

Levi watched the two walk away and felt like he’d just dreamed it all up. He shook his head and unlocked the bedroom and entered. He locked the door behind him to see you were sleeping soundly. He approached you as he took his slippers and dressing gown off. He climbed into bed and let out a long sigh. He looked over at you, but Tutus was in the way staring at him.

Levi chuckled and fussed his pup. “Hello, Mr.” He hugged his dog. “Go to bed.” He watched Tutus move down to the bottom of the bed and sleep. “Good boy.” He got comfy and looked over to you to see you were waking up. “Sleep.”

You hummed. “Did it go okay?”

“Yes, now sleep.”

You dragged Levi into your arms and held him so he was the small spoon. “Only if you join me.”

Levi nuzzled against you. “Of course. Oh, and bunny? Make sure you are never alone with Yulia, please.”

“Yes, Levi. I’ll stay away.”

“Thank you.”

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[starrystarker]

Ballet teacher Tony / Student Peter Parker au

peter walks into tony’s class in leggings, an oversized baby blue sweater, and black converse, carrying a pastel pink duffel bag

tony’s breath catches in his throat because wow this boy is really something and how long do his legs go on for ?? is his hair really as soft as it looks ??? how would that small pink mouth look around his cock ???? would his ass jiggle if he spanked it ?????

a softly spoken “sir ?” has tony’s knees buckling and all his blood is rushing south real fast and tony’s pants aren’t gonna be able to hide anything and oh god-

tony chokes on nothing and replies brokenly, “yes ?”

“i’m peter parker. i transferred here from new york.” his voice is so breathy and what is it doing to tony jesus fuck

“very nice to meet you.” tony manages to choke out

he smacks himself for coming off as creepy to this beautiful, beautiful boy

but peter smiles and it knocks the wind out of tony because when peter smiles it’s so bright and angelic and tony almost loses it

they continue with the class(es)

but when peter dances, he has his own gravity; he’s in his own world

and tony catches himself drooling over staring more than once because he’s so captivated with the way peter moves so gracefully, so delicately, so beautifully

but he’s so young and even tony knows it’s wrong

so he waits

he waits for three years, when peter is 20 and joining company and is going to be performing tours all over the US

the two are close; (as close as a mentor and student can be anyway) they work together even more often now that tony’s doing extra training for peter’s the nutcracker audition next week

peter is in full performance gear, the bodysuit, tutu, everything

tony has a hardon that he’s trying to cover by tying his jacket around his waist

because every time peter lifts his legs tony groans internally because he’s trying not to look but he’s never seen such a small, pretty piNk cock in his life

and it is at 10:37 pm in the studio when it happens:

during clara’s solo, peter rolls his ankle

tony thinks oh shit before rushing over to the boy to catch him before he falls and twists his ankle or something just as dreadful

but it’s okay because tony catches him in time and their faces are centimeters apart and tony can feel the younger man’s breath right beneath his jugular

and it’s definitely not tony’s colorful imagination working when peter leans in and presses a feather-light kiss to his lips

an hour later, tony’s hardon has been dealt with

i apologize for any mistakes in dance terminology or anything :/ this is Wholesome F l u f f and i love it

#starker #this is so soft #i need a moodboard for this

[therake-1996-blog]

Revelation Ch. 12

Chapter 12- Cherries

“Mommy! Can I go cherry picking with Dui?”

“Sure, dove. Just make sure you stay with him the whole time.”

“I know that, mommy, jeez.”

Two and a half years have passed since I gave birth to the second best thing that ever happened to me. Aveline has grown to be the size of either a small four-year-old or a large three-year-old, and is extremely gorgeous. Every day she looks more and more like her father. Since she is very small, she is quite fast and agile—it isn’t hard for her to keep up with me when I take her hunting, even though I don’t run at full speed. Zyglavis goes with us most of the time as well, though he goes off on his own in fear of catching her scent. He’s still semi-new, so he doesn’t want to take any chances.

Aveline also likes to scare the bejeesus out of us by climbing the tallest trees—coast redwood, mountain ash, coast Douglas-fir…basically whatever tree she can get her hands on—and scaling cliffs when we take her to the Olympic Peninsula or the Outer Hebrides. She would cliff dive if we let her.

Since she is so agile, she can jump twice the height that a normal vampire can—up to a thousand feet in the air. I can only make it a little over half that height, and Zyglavis can make it to around eight hundred feet. He very much dislikes how much of a daredevil our little girl is, but she knows she’s pretty well indestructible, so she takes the biggest of risks.

I was also correct about her ability—Aveline can see the true nature of anyone and everyone. She can see through the thickest façade; her eyes see right through everyone. The moment she smiles at someone, Zyglavis and I know we can trust that person…well, except when it comes to Leon for Zyglavis.

I watch her skip alongside Dui as they walk toward the cherry orchards the Heavens hosts, her tiny left hand in his and her right hand gripping onto a brown woven basket, swinging it back and forth.

Every day, everyone who knows her falls deeper and deeper under her charm. The other day, I walked in on her hosting a tea party with real Oolong tea and fancy looking mini cakes with Krioff and Tauxolouve. She had Krioff in a sparkly purple tutu and matching crown, and Lou had a pink feathered scarf around his neck with glittery lipstick on.

When he saw me, Krioff blushed and slunk down into his chair, trying to hide his face with his teacup. Lou, however, continued on like I wasn’t even there, drinking his tea with his pinkie raised.

“This tea is quite delicious, Lady Aveline!” He had said with a British accent. “Where did you procure it?”

“Only from the most expensive tea store in London, Sir Lou!” Aveline replied in the same accent.

“Most excellent!”

I had to leave the room so I could laugh. As touching as it was, it was also quite hilarious.

As much as I love these peaceful times, there’s always one thought that nags at the back of my mind.

Diefropos.

Zyglavis says that he’s in hiding down on Earth, and that he hasn’t been using his powers, otherwise they’d have been able to track him by now, but that’s not good enough for me. Every time we go down to Earth to hunt, every time I have Aveline by myself without him, I worry. What would happen if Diefropos got near her? What if he tried to attack her? Curse her?

Of course, I would never let that happen, but would I be forgiven if I killed a god, even if he was corrupt?

I know Zyglavis and the others are still trying to look for him, but it’s hard since he’s in hiding. And he could stay in hiding for literally thousands of years.

The coward.

Another thought pulls my attention when I let it as well; my creator. I know he’s still alive. I know he’s still out there. Sometimes when we’re on Earth, it’s like I can feel his presence. It was fine when it was just me, but now I have a family, a child, to take into consideration. I never want Zyglavis or Aveline within one hundred miles of that…that monster. I know Zyglavis would love to get his hands on the man that made my life hell for two hundred years, but like I or the king would let that happen. Besides that, Z has been around since before the beginning of recorded time. He’s too strong for Zyglavis to take, too fast. Not even I can comprehend how truly timeless that man is.

As I walk down the hall to Zyglavis’ office, I think back on the day that I was brought to the Heavens, and then I realize—that was actually the first time I ever saw him. Yes, I had been running from Z, and then…

…

It was humid and hot. Being crowded only made things worse. I was hurrying down the narrowed, busy streets of a bazar in India. There were so many interesting things for sale, people yelling and laughing, even a snake charmer, but I didn’t have time for that. I could feel him. Like he was slithering up right behind me. Like he was going to grab me at any moment, regardless of all the innocent humans around.

I pulled my burka tighter around my head, trying to conceal my face. Conceal everything but my eyes. Good thing I didn’t sweat.

I could feel the goosebumps raising against my skin, the venom swirling just underneath my dermis. My breathing came in harder and faster. It took all I had not to break out into a dead run in that busy street. I knew he was right there, right behind me. Probably smiling with those cold, dead eyes, his grey lips turned up in that awful smirk, that black, raven black hair loose and down his back, not caring if he looked out of place.

Why…? Why did he hate me so? Why didn’t he just let me die if he hated me? Was I a sport? A catch and release game? I heard someone yell out, and then, that deep voice respond in their native tongue. Shivers ran down my spine. No…No!

I was scared. So scared. Get away.

Get away, get away, get away, get away…

I sped up my walk, my eye going to the rainforest off in the distance. I needed to get out of this bazar and into the forest. Everything felt hazy, like I was moving at a snail’s pace when I was truly very well jogging through the crowded, narrow street. People bumped into me, yelling at me, but I couldn’t hear them. The mouth of the little town was so near, yet so far. So very, very far.

My foot hit the lush mossy ground, and I was off like a bullet.

I could feel him behind me. The only way I could describe his presence was like a shadow—slithering, silent, but always there, those ghostly hands trying to grab me and subdue me. And he could feel my fear, hear my breathing. He was probably smiling that sick, twisted smile, happy that I was afraid of him.

Such a fun game for him.

He liked to chase me for a little while, like a cat with a mouse, give me time to get distance, and then he’d come up fast. Back off, come up fast, back off, come up fast.

The foliage whacked at my burka and tore it from my head, ripping at my clothes and making holes in them, but I barely registered the sensations. My pumping legs ripped a long seam up the front of my long dress, and I made an effort to kick off my shoes.

And then I could feel him gaining. Venom swirled in my mouth, my lips twitching in anticipation, getting ready to bite.

I was grabbed, but the hands weren’t cold. I let out a wild snarl, and suddenly, there was a blinding, white light.

I was dropped onto a hard floor, all the wind being knocked out of me. Hissing like a feral cat, I whirled onto my feet in a defensive crouch, expecting to see Z standing in front of me, but instead I saw a man sitting idly on a throne, his wavy blond hair falling to his waist and a small smirk on his face. On either side of him where the men I would know to be Leon, Karno, Huedhaut, and Scorpio. The rest of the gods hadn’t joined yet. Confusion entered my mind.

My eyes darted around the room, looking for a threat, looking for Z, but I couldn’t find any.

“Thank you, Zyglavis.” The man on the throne said.

“Your majesty.”

I jumped, hissing at the voice right beside me. When I looked, I saw a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. He was adjusting his meticulously buttoned jacket, and he gave me a side-long glance, his eyes narrowed. His eyes were an iridescent grey. Such long eyelashes, too.

“Eden Ava James, daughter of William and Evelyn James. You are…or, were, eighteen years old when you became what you are. Your true age is two-hundred-twenty-eight. You have no coven and live on the run from your creator, whom you fear. Is this true?”

I just glared at the man on the throne. How could he have known this? I lifted my chin and took in his scent. It was…strange, to say the least. Cotton, lavender, orange-peel, lemon grass, normal scents, but then I could smell more sinister undertones. Blood, coldness, and darkness. He was otherworldly. He scared me.

“Answer him.” The man beside me commanded in a deep voice. I growled at him.

“It is true,” The other man said for me, a smile perking at his pale pink lips. “Welcome, Eden James. To the world of the gods.”    

…

I stop outside Zyglavis’ office door, my hand resting on the golden handle.

Who would’ve thought that Zyglavis, the god who pulled me from my creator, one of the five who was present when I was locked away, would’ve become my mate? Who would’ve thought he would have fathered my child? I smile to myself.

I wonder how much of this the king knew.

“Eden? Are you coming in or not?” Zyglavis’ voice comes from the other side of the door, and I chuckle.

“I’m coming in.”

…

A couple hours later, while we’re all convened in the parlor, Aveline returns with Dui, smiling ear to ear and carrying a basket overflowing with bright red cherries.

“Look, mommy! Dui helped me pick allll these cherries!”

“Wow, dove,” I say with my eyebrows raised. “You did a good job!”

“Look!” She tugs on Zyglavis’ jacket, and he smiles down at her.

“Amazing. Did you let him hold you or did you climb the trees yourself?”

Aveline rolls her eyes.

“I climbed the trees, daddy. Come on, I’m big.”

Zyglavis closes his eyes and takes a breath, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. While I pat his leg, Aveline walks over to Leon and presents him with the cherries.

“Look, Leo! I picked the best cherries! Let’s eat them!”

“Sure, Avey.” Leon says with a smile.

Beaming, Aveline sets the basket down and turns back to Zyglavis and I.

“Mommy, daddy, cherries?”

“Not for me.” Zyglavis says as he pulls himself to his feet and walks over to one of the tables to look over papers.

“Just a couple for me, my love.” I say with a smile. Aveline smiles, and takes her time, carefully picking out three plump, scarlet red cherries and carrying them over to me. “Thank you, sweetheart.” I say as I kiss her forehead. She giggles.

“You’re welcome, mommy!”

She skips back over to Leon and climbs onto the couch next to him, leaning down to pluck up one of the many fruits in front of them.

The room is quiet for a few minutes as everyone goes about their own business, Dui, Ichthys, and Teo talking amongst themselves, Karno reading a book, Zyglavis and Scorpio going over paperwork, and Leon and Aveline eating their cherries, until they start playing.

Giggling, Aveline throws a cherry stem at Leon, who gives her a look.

“Knock it off, kid,” He says as he swallows his bite.

“Mm…no.”

“Then—Ha!” Leon grabs the small cherry Aveline had in her hand right from her, and she lets out a cry. Zyglavis’ jaw clenches.

“Gimme!” Aveline says, reaching out a hand. Leon snatches the cherry away with a playful grin.

“You didn’t say ‘please’,” He says, opening his mouth and acting like he’s going to eat her cherry.

“No! Don’t! Please give me the cherry?”

“Hm,” He smiles at her, then holds it in front of her mouth. “Fine, then. Here. Say ‘ah’.”

“Ah!” Aveline opens her mouth, and Leon pops the cherry inside. Then, with a mischievous grin, she chomps down on the fruit, squirting red juice on Leon’s cheek.

“Ah! Ew! Come on, Avey, that wasn’t nice!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t withhold food from me then,” She says as she chews.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Leon chastises as he wipes at his face.

As I roll my eyes, Zyglavis slams his hands down on the table.

“Alright, that is enough!”

Everyone, including me, jumps at the harsh, booming sound as he shoves away from the table, his eyes narrowed and locked on Leon.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s up, Zig?” Scorpio asks, his expression confused.

“Get away from my daughter. Right now.” He growls at Leon, who just stares at him.

“Daddy?” Aveline whispers.

“Honey come here.”

Responding to me, Aveline climbs down from the couch and hurries over to me, jumping into my arms.

“What’s your problem?” Leon asks, his voice low. “We were playing. I know you’re uptight, but come on.” A snarl rips out from Zyglavis’ bared teeth.

“Zyglavis!” I call. “Calm down, they weren’t doing anything wrong! Aveline is two, for crying out loud!”

“That’s my point! He was being way too mature for her!”

“What? Have you lost your mind?” Leon pulls himself to his feet and goes around the coffee table, coming to stand in front of Zyglavis, who crouches, baring his fangs. “Eden is right. Aveline is a toddler. Nothing like that crossed my mind. You’re the one making things out to be what they’re not. I was playing with her, nothing more.”

“If you want to play with her, play dolls, lion.”

“Mommy…why is daddy so mad?”

“Shh, sweetheart,” I cradle Aveline closer to me, trying to keep her from seeing her father and Leon fighting.

“I do play dolls with her, you anal retentive kitchen scale,” Leon bites out. “I play with her all the time. What makes this different than that?”

“She is two!” Zyglavis’ yelling voice echoes off the tall walls. Aveline flinches. “There are some things you do not do with two-year-olds!”

“Oh, you mean I can’t feed her?”

Zyglavis shrieks a snarl at him.

“I am her father. I don’t know who you think you are, but she’s mine!”

“I understand that, but she’s just as much mine, too.”

I inhale sharply. That…was definitely the wrong thing to say.

Zyglavis finally gets physical, his fist snapping out and nailing Leon across the face, sending him back; he goes flipping over the couch, sending it careening backward, along with innocent Teorus, who sprawls onto the floor. Dui jumps in to help him to his feet, and they scurry to the sidelines.

“Zyglavis, stop!” I gasp as I jump to my feet.

“Daddy, no!” Aveline chimes in. He either can’t hear us in his rage, or he ignores us.

Leon pulls himself to his feet and backs away as Zyglavis charges him, leaving no room for escape. This mirrors the situation two years ago when I was pregnant, but this time, it’s worse.

“I don’t know what is going on in your head, you rabid lion, but you’re gonna stay away from her.”

“Zyglavis!” I cry.

Leon slowly shakes his head from side to side.

“I can’t.”

Zyglavis’ face screws up in rage, and his left fist flies out faster than anyone but Aveline and I can see, burying into Leon’s abdomen and sending him rocketing several feet back. He slams into a wall, buckling it and falling through it.

“No!” Aveline cries. I force her head down to my shoulder.

“Zyglavis, stop!” Karno yells.

“Don’t touch him!” I gasp.

However, it’s too late.

Karno claps a hand on Zyglavis’ shoulder, a deadly mistake. He lets out a frightening sound like a swarm of angry bees and grabs his hand, swinging him around and grabbing his jacket. I watch in horror as Karno’s body goes flying through the air and crashes into a stone pillar, snapping it in half; the room shudders. Unlike Leon, who didn’t make a sound, Karno lets out a cry as certain bones in his body snap, his body hitting the ground hard and rolling a few times.

“Karno!” Huedhaut and Teorus, followed by Ichthys, run over to Karno, who just lays in a heap. Leon scrambles over to him as well.

“Karno, are you alright?” He cries, pushing Teorus aside so he can get closer.

“Ugh…ow. Owwww…”

He holds his chest with one arm, his other trying to prop himself up, but he falls back down.

All of this seems to snap Zyglavis out of his fury.

“Karno…” He breathes. “Karno I’m…I’m so sorry.”

“Here.” Ichthys says. He places his hands on Karno’s ribcage, and a soft blue light slowly begins emanating from them.

“Ouch! Are healing powers supposed to hurt?” He whines.

“Sorry. You’ll feel better soon.”

I listen as Karno’s ribs snap back into place, and he winces, then a look of relief crosses his features.

“Ah. That’s better. Thank you, Ichthys.”

Leon slowly pulls himself to his feet, turning to look at Zyglavis.

“Look,” He says, lifting a hand. “You know me. You may not like me, but you know me. I would never purposely hurt anyone…especially her. I love her, Zyglavis, just like you do. All I want is help keep her safe and happy. Is that so bad? You’re a good father, Zyglavis, but try to trust other people more.” Zyglavis listens silently, his jaw clenched tight and his hands balled into fists. Aveline peeks out from under my hair, and locks eyes with Leon. “And trust Aveline’s judgement, too. Remember her gift. Remember she’s special. And remember this…Aveline is the center of my universe. She’s my reason. Always.”

Zyglavis stares at Leon for a long while before he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

“Are they going to fight anymore, mommy?” Aveline whispers.

I slowly shake my head.

“I don’t think so, my love.”

And I believe it this time, too. As much as Zyglavis dislikes Leon, he knows. He was just being stubborn. There is nothing he can do. Aveline chose Leon.

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Tony/ Pepper getting ice cream after losing something

Oh, you fucking asked for it  >:)

To everyone else: this contains heavy angst. You’ve been warned.

Blue with Sprinkles

Tony stared numbly at the small bowl of ice cream that someone had put in his lap. Blue, with sprinkles. It was really cotton candy flavored, but every kid who ever ordered it called it “blue with sprinkles.” His brow pinched when Pepper slowly sat beside him. Her ice cream was nearly melted, too.

“Whose fucking idea was it to have ice cream?” he mumbled, his knuckles white around the little bowl. He wanted to throw it. Maybe he would. Pepper didn’t say anything, but leaned her head against Tony’s shoulder. He leaned his head against hers and winced.

Children ran around them in chaos, some of Maria’s classmates and their parents who had been invited. The kids were young, five or six years old. They didn’t know better. They played hide and seek, they called for Maria, they screeched and laughed when they were found. Tony jolted slightly. Pepper lifted her head, and Tony squeezed his eyes shut.

“Do you want them to leave?” She asked softly, obviously feeling the same as Tony.

“No. They’re just being kids,” Tony murmured. He and Pepper used to play hide and seek with Maria like that, and she loved showing off how high she could count before coming to find them. Once she never did come to find them, and worried, Tony and Pepper came to find her, only to hear her happily counting into the thousands. She giggled and preened when they scooped her up and praised her.

Tony’s heart was so proud and full. Their little girl was smart, precocious, laughed more than she cried, and lovingly bossed her dad around day and night. Tony was a complete sucker for it too, wearing matching tutus while teaching her to program some little game app she’d come up with about making custom ice cream cones. She took to programming the way Tony had taken to engineering at her age. Tony went around in purple nail polish that Maria made him wear, then sat patiently while his little Sugarplum changed it to sparkles “because the purple didn’t look pretty with Iron Man.”

Tony read her exciting adventures at night about actual knights in armor, and she insisted he get on his knees by her bed one night, and she dubbed him “Sir Daddy, the Super Best” with a pool noodle in her stateliest voice. Pepper laughed from the foot of the bed, and Maria scrambled into her lap for hugs.

“He is the super-best, isn’t he, sweetheart?” Pepper asked her, and Tony let Maria put a paper crown on his head and grinned, overflowing with love, as Maria and Pepper enthusiastically listed all the ways he was the best.

“Well, because I love him. That’s why he’s the best,” Maria had said, and Pepper smiled softly at Tony.

“I love him too, sweetheart. And he loves us both more than anything. Right daddy?” Pepper asked, cheek to cheek with Maria, and Tony smiled at them both.

“More than anything, Sugarplum,” Tony said, and scooted closer so they could all snuggle before bedtime. He and Pepper laid in bed with her while Maria talked, telling them vivid stories of all the adventures her imagination took her on, her arms in the air as she painted holographic pictures of robot pirates and space kitten mermaids, and as always, adventures where her mommy and daddy and uncle Rhodey and uncle Steve and aunt Nat fought the bad guys and saved the world.

Eventually she tired out and the holograms faded into nothing more than a nightlight, and Tony and Pepper just looked down at her and marveled that she was really theirs, that they were so lucky and so happy.

Tony jumped as one to the children shrieked again, startling him back to present day. His ice cream was a pool of blue in his bowl now, and the shriek pierced him, exploding in his mind like Maria’s scream.

She’d been so scared when their jet was attacked. None of this putting on a brave face bullshit that people ascribed to children they thought to be mature beyond their years. No. Maria was five, she was a child. Delicate like a bird, and terrified as the jet went down. She screamed for Tony and reached for him desperately, tears on her beautiful face as Tony squeezed her hand and made the armor wrap around his precious daughter as the plane shook apart.

Daddy, no, I want to be with you and mommy!

Iron Man will keep you safe, Sugarplum, I’ll be right by your side. I love you so much, I promise we’ll get ice cream after this, okay?

Daddy, please!

That was the last time he saw her blue eyes. The armor closed around her and flew her to safety as Tony and Pepper both armored up and a quinjet approached for support. They’d always said they’d never let this kind of danger be a part of Maria’s life, but they prepared for it nonetheless, because it was inevitable.

In the end, Maria’s armor didn’t respond to comm calls, and Tony and Pepper were both pale and shaking as their whole team scanned with every tool they had to find her. And when they did- they never knew if the slash in her armor had been from enemy or friendly fire. If she was still…. when the armor plummeted….

Tony stood abruptly, upsetting Pepper’s bowl of ice cream to the floor. He was immediately contrite, tears spilling over, his face hot, as he used a wadded napkin to try to clean the mess.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he mumbled on his knees, getting his hands blue and sticky.

“Honey, it’s okay, come here,” Pepper said gently, her voice wet, and laid a hand on Tony’s nape. He fell to the side, sitting by Pepper’s feet and leaning his head against her knee. He sucked in a breath and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes.

“Our baby…”

“Tony…”

“Pep, she’s gone…”

Tony was vaguely aware of the room quieting, and Pepper kneeling to the floor with him, their tears flowing openly. Was it causing a scene if your breakdown was at your own daughter’s funeral?

The casket had been so little. Tony made it sparkly just for her. The service was small, but only relative to the scores of people who utterly adored her. She brought love with her wherever she went, and left adoration behind her in waves. She was the light that gave him and Pep life, and now that light was out, and Tony wasn’t sure they’d ever get it back.

Pep’s tears soaked his collar, and Tony looked down at his green nail polish (“it goes with Iron Man because it looks like Christmas”), only chips remaining from when she’d painted them for him the morning that they boarded the jet. Tony’s vision blurred with tears.

He’d promised her they’d get ice cream.

Blue with sprinkles. It was her favorite.

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@trickis cont. x

“I- I beg your pardon?!”

Surely he couldn’t have said what she thought he did, could he? 

He had, of course- Tutu wasn’t deaf, nor was she stupid. No-one had ever been quite so rude to her before, however- she still couldn’t quite believe what she had heard.

“Now wait just a MOMENT!” Lifting her skirts and cloak out of the way, she hurried after him as fast as she could- years of ballet training had left her quite fit, and she managed to keep up with him for a little while, but eventually the sheer size difference caused her to lag behind. Nonetheless, the princess wouldn’t be daunted.

“I am not a hag, sir- I am only sixteen! And my ears are perfectly healthy, thank you- this is only the third time I’ve ever been in a city! And besides that, would it be so difficult to at least say ‘excuse me’ to the poor people you’re barreling past? You’re so large, you could seriously injure someone if you weren’t careful! It’s not as if--”

The two of them must have been a strange sight- the enormous man running as fast as he could, towering above the crowd, and the tiny girl, wrapped in a hooded velvet cloak like some kind of out-of-place Red Riding Hood, following in his footsteps and continuing her verbal assault as if she were an offended bird.

#trickis #{En Pointe~ ic} #{Ailes secretes ~ modern verse} #{Outside the Castle Walls~ crossover} #//aaaaa thanks for interacting w me!! #battle tendency is my fav jjba and ur joseph is So Good #//tutu is still new to normal society so the concept of people just being randomly shitty is still a new one to her #im laughing this isnt gonna end well