#someone send help and/or just magically make the idea in my head cone to life without effort

[tei-to-tei]

*shouts into the small void that is this blog*

hey you guys ever start coloring something that started out as a sketch but now has detailed lineart and then realize it's all a hot mess and then you debate on trashing the whole damn thing and rolling up like a little pill bug on the floor while the same song plays over and over again in your headphones because you're clinically insane or-

#art problems #someone send help and/or just magically make the idea in my head cone to life without effort #i just opened the lineart again and now im like “this is going to kill me why am i doing this to myself” ;-; #dont mind me #im just #i just needed to scream into a void #ripping my hands off sounds a little appealing rn ngl

[a-solitary-marshmallow]

Do No Harm Take No Shit Chapter 5 - Home(room) Coming

They discussed how best to break the news to everyone, while feeding each other ice cream. (call Adrien a sap, he didn’t care, this was the best day of his fucking life) It seemed a bit obtrusive to walk into class and announce, ‘Hello Marinette is my girlfriend now, any questions?’

On the other hand, Lila would probably take advantage of any ambiguity. Not to mention Adrien’s fans – they would throw a tantrum when he and Marinette went public.

In the end, the simple approach was taken. Adrien took a selfie of them sharing their couples’ cone, one in which Marinette’s face was scrunched up adorably as he dabbed strawberry ice cream on the tip of her nose. Her hair was out and tumbling in the breeze, slapping Adrien on the cheek while he laughed and held the camera up blindly. It was his favourite shot – he was almost loathe to share it with the world. A quick caption. Magical ice cream with my magical girlfriend – best day of my life. Adrien posted it on Monday morning while the Gorilla drove them to school.

“Aaaaand… done.” He leaned his head against Marinette’s shoulder and watched the comments start to filter in.

“That was fast.” Marinette said.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve got a few stalkers on here.”

“You don’t say.” She teased.

Paris flashed by, and then they had arrived. They walked into the school hand in hand – Marinette’s hand was an honour Adrien held with pride. In the hallway Mylène glanced at them, glanced away casually, and then her gaze snapped back, accompanied by unashamed jaw-dropping. She elbowed Ivan, who looked around and blinked at the two, before grinning excitedly. They started to whisper between themselves. Adrien stifled a laugh.

“So,” He murmured as they walked, “How many people know about your huge crush on me, exactly?”

Marinette groaned. “No.”

“Because if Alya and Nino were shipping us…”

“Please, there are too many names to remember. You are the one person who didn’t know.”

“Was everyone on team Marinette-Adrien?”

“Adrienette.”

“What?”

Marinette looked away, face blushing a lovely shade of red. “Nothing.”

Adrien hummed and swung their joined hands. After a moment, Marinette gathered her courage and spoke again.

“Most people were on the team. Except for Chloe, of course.”

“Chloe’s always the exception.” Adrien noted.

They stepped inside the class, and Rose began to squeal. Adrien jumped at the pitch of it – all eyes were on them suddenly. He smiled nervously at the wide-mouthed stares.

“Uh, hi?”

“Congratulations!” Rose squealed. She rushed down from her chair to hug Marinette and Adrien in turn, swiftly followed by a grinning Alya who slung an arm around her best friend’s shoulder.

“Mari! Why didn’t you say something earlier? Congrats you two!”

The class was loud with cheers and excited voices. Kim laughed from his seat, “Adrien, bro! We thought you were gonna be oblivious forever.”

“Well, what can I say?” Adrien shrugged, fingers still tangled with Marinette’s. “I saw the light.”

“Oh, this is wonderful!” Rose cried. She glanced back to the very stiff figure sitting at her desk, “Lila, I told you they would figure it out!”

“Yes, you did.” Lila’s voice dripped with saccharine contempt. Adrien could feel her glare drilling into him from across the classroom. He suppressed the animalistic urge to bristle and hiss, instead sending a sweet smile towards the teeth-gritting girl. ‘Look out. You have no idea who you’re messing with.’

“So, when did this happen?” Alya urged. Marinette shrugged.

“This weekend. We went out, and talked, and… well.” She slightly lifted their joined hands, and the girls cooed. Marinette’s cheeks were flushed with happiness – even Lila’s presence didn’t seem to impact her. Adrien wished she could be this happy all the time. Damn it if he wasn’t going to try and make it so. “I’m expecting some rabid fangirl lashback though.”

Alya crinkled her nose. “Ew. Don’t worry Mari, we’ve got your back.”

“I know. Thank you.”                

“Soooo,” Alya leaned in towards the new couple, “I was wondering, would you guys object to a slight seat change today? I really want to sit next to my boyfriend, and – gosh – that leaves you two together in the front row!”

“Real smooth, Alya.” Alix elbowed her with a snort. Marinette laughed.

“I’d like that. Adrien?”

“Definitely.” He said fervently.

“Oh, and do you guys want to have lunch at my house?” Marinette offered Nino and Alya. Nino sighed happily.

“Ah, Dupain-Cheng pastries. It’s been too long.”

“So that’s a yes.” Alya clarified.

 The classes went quickly, with Marinette by Adrien’s side. When she was waiting for the other students to finish up with their note taking, she would doodle in the corners of her sketchbook. Adrien picked up her pen to draw a little love heart on her cast. She returned the favour on the back of his hand. At lunch time he, Marinette, Alya and Nino met outside the classroom to walk to Marinette’s house. They were about to start off when a voice called out.

“Oh! Would you mind if I joined you?” Lila’s sickeningly sweet cry made Adrien stiffen. Marinette bit her lip, hard, as Alya and Nino turned to see the brunette hurrying over. Alya tipped her head with a confused smile.

“Of course, girl, but I thought you were busy? You said you were having lunch with… a special someone?” Alya pointed surreptitiously to her earrings. Lila sighed, an impressive show of disappointment.

“Oh, I was so looking forward to having lunch together, but she had to cancel! Her partner got into trouble and she had to go and bail him out again. Honestly, cats can be so troublesome can’t they?”

Oh. Cats, earrings. Was Lila really talking about Ladybug? Having lunch with Ladybug? Not only was that an incredibly stupid thing to brag about, given the whole being-targeted-by-a-supervillain thing, but Lila had picked the wrong people to boast to. Adrien was almost ready to give her a cataclysm to the face.

But he wasn’t suited up right now, and Alya had already invited Lila along with a smile and a reassurance that she was sure it wasn’t personal, Lila’s bestie was a very busy person after all. A quick glance at Marinette’s uninjured arm revealed the way her fists were clenched. Adrien threaded his fingers through hers and squeezed her hand. I know. It’s bullshit.

“Are you guys coming?” Nino called from up ahead. The others had already started off. Adrien pasted on his model smile.

“Yep! We’ll catch up to you in a sec.”

“Adrien.” Marinette whispered. He turned to her, allowed his smile to drop into a scowl that mirrored hers. “I don’t want Lila in my house.”

He shuddered. “Ugh, I know, I’ve already had that experience. She’s creepy.”

“No, you don’t understand.” She whispered desperately. “Lila hates me. What if she gets her hands on something important? What if she finds the miracle box? Or lies to my parents? Or spills paint on my ball gown commission? She knows I’m being commissioned by Clara Nightingale, she asked Alya about it the other day. I’ve been working on it for weeks, if she ruins it I’ll have to start again and buy all the fabrics with my own money and the bakery will go broke and Maman and Papa will have to sell and I’ll never get a job in fashion and I’ll live on the streets and get stabbed in a mugging and-”

Adrien squeezed her hand, and Marinette trailed off.

“It’ll be fine.” He promised. “We won’t go to your house.”

Marinette looked up at him with such desperation, that Adrien felt his heart break. Had he really made her feel like this? That no one was here for her? Adrien lifted her hand to kiss it before turning to call after the three students on the footpath ahead of them.

“Guys, hold up! Marinette forgot about a huge order her parents have at the bakery, if we go there we’ll just be in the way. There’s a cool café down the road we can go to instead.”

Lila’s eyes widened like a kicked puppy’s. “I-I don’t have any money with me, I gave it all to Prince’s Ali’s charity for disabled orphans.” She put on a pained smile. “It’s okay, though. I don’t need to get anything – my diabetes won’t be a huge problem if I skip a meal or two. It’s enough to just spend time with my favourite people.”

Alya ‘awww’ed and slung an arm around Lila’s shoulder. “Mari, are you sure we can’t just stop by your place? Your folks have plenty of food they don’t sell, right?”

Marinette squeaked. Adrien spoke over her smoothly. “Don’t worry, Lila! I’ll pay for your lunch. It’s the least I can do, after how good you are to those disabled orphans.”

He could feel Lila’s glare, and it was hilarious. She said sweetly, “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly take your money!”

“I’m literally rich. Besides, wouldn’t it be the same if you took Marinette’s food?” He smiled at the fuming girl. “Please, let me treat you. I’d do the same for any friend.”

He was really laying it on thick now, he could tell from Marinette’s stifled giggle. At Lila’s side, however, Alya hadn’t picked up on the passive aggressive note. She was beaming as she linked arms with Nino and Lila. “Great! Let’s go, before lunch time runs out.”

Marinette and Adrien followed behind. As they walked Marinette leaned in to murmur, “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Adrien whispered back. “Your knight in shining leather is always here to help.”

She snorted and bumped him. Adrien grinned.

“It’s a tail as old as time. Fur as long as I can remember, it’s always been the princess and her alley cat against the world.” Marinette groaned, but the sparkle in her eye betrayed her. “What’s wrong, Milady? Are you feline okay? You didn’t catch a cold or something, did you?”

“What secrets are you two whispering about?” Nino joked. Adrien sent him an innocent smile.

“I have no idea what you mean. I’m just complimenting my beautiful girlfriend.” He leaned in to Marinette to add, “Let me know if all the whiskering is bugging you.”

Marinette laughed out loud. “Please, Adrien. Please get some new material.”

“Why would I, when I have the purrfect puns already?” He lowered his voice again. “Seriously though, if I am annoying you or if Lila’s making you feel uncomfortable, just let me know.”

“I will, kitty.” Marinette smiled. Adrien was thrilled that he could make her smile like that. He would tell awful puns every day for the rest of his life if it would make Marinette smile.

They walked together, with a liar, to go get lunch.

  ­­­Two months later

“Are you sure about this?” Adrien asked for what seemed like the umpteenth time as Marinette shoved her bag into her locker. She still held her newly-uncasted arm carefully against her body, out of habit. “I can do it instead, it doesn’t have to be you.”

“Yes it does.” Marinette closed her locker firmly. “I have to do this. You just make sure to get it all, okay? You have an important part.”

“Of course, Milady.” Adrien wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her hair. Marinette hummed happily and buried her face in his jacket. And everything was wonderful for a short, blissful moment.

There was a faint zipping sound, and then Plagg stuck his head through the wall of the deserted locker room and barked, “She’s alone in the courtyard. Now’s the time, Pigtails.”

Adrien wished this moment would never end. Alas, he could not hold the love of his life forever. Marinette proved that when she lifted her head.

“Okay.” She pulled in a deep breath and smiled up at Adrien.

“You’ve got this.” He told her. She nodded.

“Yeah. Okay. Tikki, spots on.”

  When it was over Adrien rushed to meet Marinette in the garden behind the school, tucked away between trees and bundles of flowers. She had beaten him there and had already detransformed, Tikki sitting on a nearby branch and munching on a cookie. When Adrien arrived she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes and lifted her arms.

“Hey, hey.” Adrien ran into her embrace and hugged her tightly. She was shaking. “It’s okay. You did it. You were amazing Marinette, and now it’s all over.”

“I know.” Marinette mumbled again him. “I just can’t believe…”

“I know.” He held her firmly and Marinette returned the gesture, clutching at his back. “You’re done. You can relax now.”

Marinette made a muffled sound. Adrien stroked her hair.

“Do you wanna go home?”

She nodded, not lifting her face from his chest.

“Do you wanna be alone?”

She shook her head.

“Do you wanna cuddle and watch cartoons?”

Marinette nodded again.

“Do you wanna watch the Ladybug and Chat Noir movie and laugh at all the stuff that they got wrong?”

Another nod. Adrien kissed the top of her head.

“Then that can be arranged. And we’ll deal with tomorrow when it comes.”

“When it comes.” Marinette mumbled.

  Adrien walked to the front of the class the next morning just before school was due to start. Most of the students were already in their seats – including Marinette, who Adrien had insisted was due for a break. She had already done the heavy lifting of the plan, now Adrien could see it through. Besides, she didn’t need Lila targeting her even more for this. Speaking of Lila, Adrien could feel the girl’s suspicious glare drilling into his back as he spoke to Ms. Bustier.

“Excuse me miss, is it alright if I show the class something before the lesson starts? It’s urgent.”

She frowned from her desk. “Can it wait? We have a lot of important information to cover this lesson.”

“Ms. Bustier, this is very important information. I think everyone should see it as soon as possible – including you and the other teachers.”

She shook her head. “Mister Agreste, I really don’t see what could be so important that you must interrupt my lesson. Why don’t you go and sit down, and talk to the principal at lunch?”

“Because it concerns my classmates and-”

“All the more reason for it to be dealt with discreetly – we don’t need a spectacle.”

“You didn’t give Marinette that luxury.” Chloe called mildly from the front seat. Adrien turned to stare at her in disbelief. “You called her out in front of everyone during that whole cheating scandal. Why not give Adrien the same luxury? Or do I need to bring my daddy into this?” She pulled out her phone threateningly and Miss Bustier whitened.

“That will not be necessary, Chloe. I’m sure a… a few minutes is fine.”

“It won’t take long.” Adrien assured, sending Chloe a grateful look. She smiled smugly. Adrien quickly plugged in his USB and opened the document, taking a breath to raise his voice to the whole class.

“Thank you all for your time. At first I wasn’t sure if I should share this – but after doing a bit of research, I’ve found some worrying things that I think everyone here should know about.” Adrien could feel Lila’s glare searing through his forehead. He resisted the urge to smirk at her, instead schooling his expression into hesitance and worry. He had a part to play – the innocent bystander. After all, a malicious witness wasn’t very trustworthy. “I sent a copy to Mr. Damocles and the Ladyblog – Alya, you probably haven’t seen it yet – but I think it’s important that you all watch it before anyone else.”

Marinette met his eye, and nodded. Adrien smiled at her and pressed play.

#fic #my writing #ladybug #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #lila #lila gets exposed #dnhtns

[dakotacrisis]

Deal’s End (10)

Marinette has a lot of feelings

(Read on AO3)

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Marinette’s outing with Adrien the next day was nice enough. They walked around the park and talked and laughed. Adrien held her hand the entire time. He didn’t mention her confession to him yesterday and she didn’t know if that was good or bad. It must have been fine since he was still there with her.

Too soon it was time for him to leave and they said their goodbyes. Adrien placed a quick goodbye peck on her cheek and fled into his car. He was so nervous around her now it was kinda adorable.

Returning home she found Felix on her bed taking a nap.

Felix…What was she going to do about Felix? Last night some feelings came to mind that she wasn’t prepared for. She was so sure it was just a momentary thing. That once she saw Adrien and spent the afternoon with him everything would make sense again. It didn’t. If anything coming home and seeing Felix after hanging out with Adrien only made things worse. She was happy with Adrien and had fun and she still definitely thought he was attractive but...was she in love with him like she thought? She was so sure about her feelings before all of this but now she was starting to question if her crush was just that. A crush.

And now there was whatever it was she was feeling for Felix. She liked hanging out with him and he made her laugh all the time. He was nice to talk to and she was comfortable around him and whenever she had the chance she was always reaching out to him first before anyone else. Not to mention that he was handsome. He’d have to be of course being a demon. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was the way he remained stoic until you told a corny joke. It was the way his eyes would light up when he was happy. It was the little pouty lip he’d jut out when Marinette told him he couldn’t have anymore sweets. It was the sound of his groggy half awake voice when he woke up.

Oh god this is bad! She needed someone to talk to. She made sure Felix was still asleep before she snuck back down to the living room. Quickly she dialed Alya’s number.

“Hey Marinette, what’s up?” Alya answered, “How’d your date with Adrien go?”

“Good. It was nice.” Marinette said. “Didn’t do much but it was nice to get out. Listen I have something I need to talk about and you were the only one I thought I could trust.”

“You know I’m always here for you girl. What’s up?”

“Well...um…” Marinette paced around the living room. “The thing is...I…”

“Are you okay?”

“No!” Marinette flopped back on the couch. “Alya, I think I have a crush on Felix.”

“Oh dear…” Alya sighed, “I was afraid something like this was gonna happen. This is some teen romantic comedy shit going on.”

“I know!”

“But what about Adrien? Do you just not like him anymore?”

“No. I do like him but now when I daydream about dates and stuff…”

“It’s Felix.” Alya finished. “When did this start?”

“I had been feeling it for a couple days but it was last night that it hit me like a truck.” Marinette thought back to how they stood out under the stars. Felix’s sad but loving story. The soft looks he had given her. “During the blackout we were out on my balcony watching the meteor shower and I may have kissed his cheek.”

“Girl. That blackout didn’t happen until almost midnight. Why was he over so late?”

Shit. “I invited him over to watch the meteor shower.” Marinette lied. “Now I know that I like him but I’ve been making all this progress with Adrien and I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you know if Felix likes you the same way?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t even matter because he’s going to be leaving soon.”

“Leaving? What do you mean? Is he moving away?”

“Something like that. What do I do, Alya?”

“The way I see it you have three options. Option one is to stop pursuing Adrien, tell Felix how you feel and maybe try a long distance relationship. Option two is you keep going out with Adrien in case this fling with Felix turns out to be false. Or Option three is you take a break from both of them and sort your own head out first.”

“If only it was that easy.”

“Look at it this way.” Alya continued, ���You have one guy that you suddenly really like that you don’t know how he feels about you and is going to be moving away. You have another guy that we established already clearly likes you and you’ve been crushing on for years that isn’t going anywhere. One could have a lot of risk and the other has virtually none.”

“I know what I should do and to an extent I want to but there’s just a lot going on in my head right now.”

“I get it.” Alya assured her, “You know I’m always here if you need to talk. Remember to do what’s best for you though. Forget about the boys and look at what you need first.”

“Thanks, Alya, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Glad to help. Bye.” They hung up.

Marinette thought on what Alya said. Maybe these feelings for Felix were fleeting. Maybe it was just a temporary obsession her mind concocted. They have been spending almost every waking moment together since he came into her life. Hell, it could be part of his demon aura or whatever that is rattling her brain.

She’s had crushes before that came on suddenly that disappeared almost as quickly. Like that one week she was intensely attracted to Max for some reason. It came, it went, and through it all she still liked Adrien more.

What if it isn’t though? What if it’s real? What if it doesn’t go away?

He’s a demon...even if he could stay it wasn’t like they could be together. Felix had said it himself weeks ago. A human and a demon cannot be. Sure he was joking but it still rang with truth.

What was she even going to do after he left? Even if she got over these feelings she still liked him as a friend and wanted to keep in touch. It was the question she had been avoiding for days now. She knew she’d have to talk about it with him sooner or later.

“Love, are you down here?” Felix came downstairs, “There you are. Have you been home long?”

“Not that long.” Even seeing him now made her heart do a flip.

“I’m hungry. Can we get snacks?” He asked.

An idea struck Marinette like lightning. A sure fire way to know if this was a good match or not. “We can indeed and I know just the place.”

“We’re not getting eclairs from the bakery?”

“Nope.”

“Well damn. Where are we going then?”

“I can’t turn off all the lights in Paris so we can watch shooting stars but I do know someplace with magic.” Marinette took him by the hand. “Come on. I think you’re gonna love this.”

It took some time to track him down but eventually Marinette found Andre’s ice cream cart at the bridge. “Ice cream?” Felix looked at her perplexed. “This is the magical place you were telling me about?”

“Trust me.” They approached the cart. “Hi Andre.”

“Hello sweet Marinette and fellow. Welcome to Andre’s ice cream, my cones are as sweet as the loveliest dream.”

“He’s rhyming.” Felix murmured.

“It’s what he does.” Marinette elbowed him lightly, “Andre, can you make us an ice cream to share?”

“You’re not going to just order what you want?”

“Shh!” Marinette shushed Felix.

Andre went about scooping ice cream onto a single cone, “Black and white is what you are. So cookies and cream will get you far. A scoop of mint makes for a perfect pair. And a cherry on top for the the bond that you share.”

Marinette took the cone. It looked downright delicious. And with it Marinette’s heart raced. A perfect pair. She guessed she had her answer. Andre was never wrong. That didn’t make it possible though.

Felix and Marinette sat down with their ice cream. The sun was setting casting everything in a golden glow.

“You were right about this ice cream.” Felix dug out another spoonful. “Why didn’t you tell me about this place sooner?”

“Didn’t think of it.” She shrugged.

“And what was with the rhyme he said while he was getting our order?”

“It’s what he does. Andre has a way of knowing people and he can create a special cone for them. It’s the reason his concoctions are known as the Sweetheart’s Ice Cream.” She looked at Felix now. In the late sun glow his eyes sparkled. She could get lost staring into them.

“Sweethearts huh?” Felix grinned and glanced back at Andre who was serving a new couple. “And let me guess, he’s never wrong?”

“I’ve never seen him make a bad pairing.” Marinette said. She plucked the cherry off the top and offered it to Felix. He gently took the cherry from her hand, his lips skimming over her fingers. Her whole body was trembling.

“Marinette,” Felix looked at her earnestly. His voice was hushed and low, “I--”

Ring! Ring!

“Ugh, stupid phone! One second.” Marinette pulled out her phone. Adrien was calling her. “I’ll call him back.”

“Oh no.” Felix urged, “You should take it.”

“But we--”

“Go on and answer it. Don’t want to send mister perfect to voicemail after all.”

Marinette reluctantly hit answer. “Hello?”

“Hi, Marinette,” Adrien’s voice rang over the phone. “Is this a good time?”

“I guess. What do you need?” Marinette handed the ice cream to Felix.

“Well, I meant to ask you during our date earlier but I completely forgot. So I thought I’d call and ask you now.” Adrien took a deep breath, “I’ve been having a great time with you these past couple weeks and with what you said yesterday about having a crush on me it put things in perspective.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I really like you and I was hoping that if you liked me too if you wanted to come to this fashion show my father is putting on next week.”

“As friends?”

“I was hoping you could come as my date.” He said, “There’s also an after party and I’d really like to take you. Would that be something you’d be interested in?”

“Oh well um…” Marinette looked at Felix. His expression was blank but he gave her a thumbs up anyways. “Uh yeah. That sounds nice.”

“Great! It’s a date. A date date this time.” Adrien sounded ecstatic. “I’ll give you the details the next time I see you.”

“Alright.” Marinette tried to sound upbeat. “I can’t wait. Bye.”

“Bye!”

When she looked back at Felix he had already downed half of the cone. “Sorry about that.” Marinette apologized, “What were you saying?”

“Nothing important. Just another idea to get you time alone with Adrien. Looks like you don’t need it though. I told you it was only a matter of time.” He handed her the ice cream, “You have the rest. I think I’ve had enough.

“Okay...” Marinette took the ice cream. They started the walk back home and she dumped the half eaten cone in the garbage. She wasn’t in the mood for it anymore.

It was actually happening. Adrien had asked her on an honest to god date and she had accepted. Sooner or later he would probably ask her to be his girlfriend. And when that happened...she needed to talk to Felix.

After they returned home she sat down at her desk working up the courage to bring it up. There was no more avoiding it. If she didn’t ask him now she never would get the chance. “Felix,” She wheeled her chair over the the chaise where he was sitting. “Can we talk?”

“You’re so serious.” He laughed as he set his book down. “What’s this about?”

“Felix, I’ve been avoiding it because I’ve been having fun but in light of what happened earlier I think we need to address the elephant in the room.” Marinette told him.

“And what would that be?”

“Felix...you know what I’m talking about.”

The playful grin fell from his face. He nodded and sat up straight on the chaise. “Is this about what happens after I leave?”

“Yes.”

“I was afraid of that,” Felix sighed. He ran his hands through his hair. “I wasn’t worried about it before since you were so eager to get rid of me. There was no reason for me to stick around after our deal was fulfilled. But...that’s changed, hasn’t it?”

Marinette nodded. “Demon or not you’re still my friend. It’s been how long now? A couple weeks? Almost a month? It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.”

“It has certainly been going by fast. Your past self would probably slap you for letting me stick around this long.”

“That was before I got to know you.” Marinette clenched her fists tightly in her lap. “It’s been barely a month yet it feels like you’re someone I’ve always known. Is that weird to say?”

“No. I feel much the same way.” Felix took a deep breath. “Marinette, love, I don’t want to lie to you cause for the first time in a long time I feel like I have a friend. I feel like I have someone that cares about me.”

“I do.” her voice broke.

“I know.” He clasped her hands in his, “Which is why I need to tell you that once I leave I probably will never be able to come back.”

And there it was. The words she had so desperately not wanted to hear.

“Demons, we’re not meant to wander the plane of the living unless we’re making deals or causing chaos of some kind. I don’t want to do that with you around. I don’t want you to see that part of me and come to hate me.”

“You’re not that bad.”

“That’s because this is professional. I’m meant to blend in and assist you. But if I stuck around and did the things I would need to do to be allowed to remain here you wouldn’t like what you saw.” He grimaced, “I’m still a demon and the things I’ve done before in my life, the things I will undoubtedly have to do again, they’re not exactly harmless pranks.”

“But--”

“You’re my friend,” Felix cut across her, “but you are also my client. I cannot hurt you nor would I ever want to. I cannot say the same if I were to stick around. Even now you are in a certain level of danger being around me. My bosses know I’ve spent a lot of time around you and might think you are a prime subject for a haunting or even a possession.”

Marinette started to shake at the information. She had never thought of that. “Has your presence changed anything else?”

“My human form suppresses my demonic aura but not entirely. I can use it to draw people in but most of the time my aura emits a low level of danger. Not big enough to be alarmed but--how do I put this? People, whether they realize it or not will go out of their way to avoid me. Have you not noticed that since I’ve come along a lot of your friends have been keeping a distance from you? Outside of your interactions with Adrien, cause he’s also part of the deal and therefore blind to my aura, the class ignore us.”

“I have residue demon aura following me around because you’ve been here so long?”

“Yep.”

“This is a lot to take in.” Marinette took a moment to breathe and let the information settle on her. “I hadn’t even noticed. I suppose that outside of Alya I haven’t really talked to anyone from school.”

“See? While I don’t want to go I know that I have to. It is for your own safety and so you can get back to living a regular life.”

“Right…” Marinette looked away. “God, I feel so stupid. Of course you can’t stay. Why did I ever think you could? And I know that you’re nice by demon standards but the fact that I want to keep a demon around--I just--am I crazy?”

“Look at me,” Felix knelt down in front of her and turned her face towards him. “You’re not crazy. You’re not insane. You’re none of those things. You’re something much better than all that.” His silver eyes gazed at her softly. “You’re kind. You befriended a demon for Satan’s sake! Do you know how good a person you have to be to get a spawn of Hell to open up? The fact that you would sincerely want me to stay is amazing. To be able to call someone like me your friend is not crazy. It’s miraculous.”

Marinette had started crying now. Felix wiped the tears away. “You’re a safe haven. And there is nothing I have treasured more than being here getting to know you. I will never forget the time we’ve spent here together.”

“Promise?” Marinette whispered.

“You think I could ever forget about you, love.” Marinette slumped out of her chair and collected Felix in her arms for a tight hug. He hugged her right back crushing her to his chest. “I promise.”

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[hpdabbles]

Kindness and Remorse Part 6

Getting his parents to allow them to go out wasn’t as hard as one would think. In his past life, his mother would bend to any of his whims and though they do have more disagreements now, she still allowed him to get away with anything.

It seemed that now that she has something else to the direction her attention to, Petunia barely gave mind to he was up to so long as he claims to be somewhere. 

She rarely, if ever questions him, and Dudley knew she didn’t double-check if he was lying. If her son said he was at the library, then that’s where he be even if the place closed at seven and he didn’t get home till ten. As far as she cared Dudley, knew when to get home and when not to.

This is why Harry and he often went on mini-adventures with the usage of the public buses. A few people raised a brow at two young boys traveling this way but no one really bothered them over it. Mostly because people didn’t go out of their way for strangers unless they saw obvious evidence of abuse before them and even then it was a tossup. Ms. Williams had taken some action after getting Dudley’s photos but she had been easily swayed by his parents' silver tongues and the playhouse they installed.

She didn’t do much else besides asked Harry and him if they felt safe at home a few times and then when they went on to the next grade no one else really checked. He thinks this is the reason no one questioned Harry’s obvious signs of abuse the first time, not just because of the lies his parents spread around about him but that people purposely turn a blind eye to them.

It’s not too hard to imagine. 

Most people didn’t believe children when they said they were abused, not really. unless it was far too late. It made him sick sometimes to think about so he tries not to. It’s not a good idea to torment himself with thoughts such as those when he knows he can’t really do anything about them. It just builds up anxiety. 

If Dudley really was a child, his parents' lack of care for where he was at all times of the day could be alarming. Oh, they loved him, gave him whatever he wanted (within reason that it didn’t benefit Harry) but they edged on the line of negligence. 

Thankfully, the boy was a time traveler and could more than handle himself while also caring for Harry when they were left alone. A time where they weren’t at school, being babysat by Ms. Figg or at the library, they were out and about somewhere.

The pair of cousins did like their outings.

They ventured to places that were free mostly- which did limit them a little but Dudley had taken Harry to fun places too. On Harry’s eighth birthday Dudley had taken him to see his first-ever movie in a theater, Scooby-do, and the Ghoul School, and then taken him to get ice-cream. Harry had said it was the greatest day of his life, which is why he always made it a tradition afterward. 

Harry Potter will always get one movie in the theater of his choosing and ice-cream cones for his birthday, Dudley swore.

Taking the public bus had always been their thing, something fun and exciting, something completely Dudley and Harry bonding. Harry usually spent most of the ride quietly talking his ear off with wild theories on where Dudley was taking them this time. His cousin has always been more on the shy side, but he never truly quiet with him.

Now, however, Harry has said nothing. He boarded the bus with a barely concealed resentment towards his cousin while clutching two envelopes that had the bus driver- A nice fellow of late forties called Mr. Jones- raising a brow. The man was not used to seeing any feud between the boys.

Dudley is slightly relieved Harry at least still takes a seat in their usual spot even if he stares out the window, and refuses to even look at him. The place is rather empty with only three other passengers beside them but being apart in any public setting could be dangerous. 

“Goodmorning boys. Where you off to today?”  Mr. Jones asks them while starting to move the vehicle. 

“London sir.” Dudley answers.

“Why that’s quite far. About an hour's drive and out of my coverage.”

“I know sir. We’re going to grab a bite to eat and then catch eighty-nine later to make it there.”

“Alright. But be careful and remember to come home before it gets dark. I’ll waver your fee if you return by eight pm tonight but only if you get here before or at that time.” Dudley can’t help but smile at the barely concealed worry flashing across the older man’s kind eyes. 

“Thank you, sir. We will.”

The conversation drifts away as Mr. Jones focuses one driving and Dudley wonders what he’s going to do to get Harry to forgive him. It’s not often he gets into arguments with children but when Daisy had been at the beginning of her puberty there had been some arguments that had Tiffiny and he climbing the walls. 

If there was one thing he learned about those times, it was to allow her some space then sit her down and figure out why she was so upset. From there Dudley gave his side of the story and together they tried to work out a solution. Some arguments ended with forgiveness and others with punishment her misbehavior earn.

It was hard remaining in a calm voice without patronizing her due to her age but Dudley worked hard to make it possible for his kids to be able to come to him with any issue. 

Obviously, there were bound to be things she never shared with her father, since everyone had secrets, but at least it gave her the option. 

Was he perfect? No.  

Did that stop him from trying to be better? Hell no.

Allowing the sway of the vehicle to calm his mind, Dudley stared ahead of himself, allowing his eyes to linger on the road and passing buildings but seeing of it all. 

Going over the fight this morning he realized three very alarming things. First, Dudley hadn’t handled the situation for someone his age. Harry was the child not him. He shouldn’t have gone on the defensive. 

Second, he implied that he withheld information about Harry’s mother because “he didn’t want to be left behind” which is water down excuse used by emotional manipulators. This could not only condition Harry to feel guilt when he wanted something but also train Dudley to keep doing it.

And Third, Dudley had been working with limitations all these years, acting around them but not talking about them. How did Harry feel when he obviously noticed the difference between their lives? Yes, once he said it didn’t bother him but he never actually talked deeply on the matter. 

He never assured the young boy that the Dursley couple’s behavior was on them, not Harry’s fault.

It was his job as an adult to fix this. 

“Harry, I know you’re mad at me, and you have every right to be. I just want to say a few things. You don’t have to answer or forgive me but please hear me out?” Dudley starts after gathering his thoughts. 

Messy dark hair didn’t turn from the window, even when the owner of said locks seemed to tense up. He was listening. 

“I want to say I’m sorry. I was in the wrong. I should have given you that letter and I don’t have any excuse for not doing it. I know I said I didn’t want to be left behind and that was horrible of me.” Taking a big breath, the blond ran a hand through his hair.  “It’s not about me. It never was. It’s about Auntie Lily and you, and I kept you away from that. I’m no better than my parents, maybe even worse since I tried to be someone you could trust. I know I broke that trust today. It isn’t fair, especially since it’s almost time for you to go to Hogwarts. I’ll do better now, I swear.”

He waits but when his cousin says nothing he nods his head in understanding. He doesn’t want to talk and Dudley won’t push him. They ride together in silence for the rest of the ride. Together they get off at the last stop without uttering a word though Dudley does a nod to Mr. Jones in farewell. 

It’s not till they are sitting at the next bus stop, in the summer morning air that his cousin finally turns to him with watery green eyes. Dudley prepared himself for whatever words is about to be spoken.

“....You’ve been planning on sending me away.” Harry says at last. His voice is a soft whisper filled so many emotions it’s hard to identify them “All this time.”

Out of everything he was expecting that was certainly not it.  “What?”

The little boy shakes his Hogwarts acceptance letter pointedly.  “ You’ve been planning on sending me away Ley. Why? Have really I been so horrible?”

“To learn magic!” Dudley rushed to correct. “That’s a magic school. You going there is for education! It’s not a punishment, Harry, it’s an opportunity. You’ve never been horrible. You’re a bright and smart kid.”

“Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon don’t think I am.” Greens eyes flicker away. Hunching his shoulders Harry looks so tiny, so breakable. It fills him with such protective rage, Dudley shakes with it. 

“Fuck them!” Dudley growls making his cousin jump. “No honestly, fuck them. They’re not good people Harry. It’s not normal for them to treat you- us- like they do. There will be people who will love us and treat us better the way we both deserve someday. We can’t let the way they act ruin the idea of love.”

Harry stares at him with dropped jaw before he’s spluttering out a protest. “But they love you!”

“No. They don’t”  He doesn’t mean to sound so bitter, nor so disappointed but the emotions leak into his voice. He’s supposed to be calm right now dammit it. 

“You said the same thing a while ago.” Harry squints at him, mistrust and disbelief physically visible in his eyes. “ You said they won’t love you for long. What did you mean?”

Dudley closes his eyes suddenly very tired. It feels like all the energy has been ripped right out of his body.  The words “I’m magic too and they hate all magic”  build up in his throat, make it to the tip of his tongue but they get stuck in his mouth. He doesn’t know why. He just promised to be better.

Just say it, Daddy.  Josh, his brave little boy, says in his mind. If it was any other time he would be happy to realize he remembers his voice. It’ll be okay.

“Father and Mother will only love me if I’m like they want me to be. They don’t love me for me” He starts, lips quivering. Harry stares at him then holds out his hand for Dudley. 

It’s a small kind act that reminds him so much of the green-eyed boy’s older self it almost causes a chuckle to escape him. Instead, he chokes. 

Daddy? Aren’t you going to say it?

“Harry the truth is...I’m...I..” Squeezing the warm hand in his Dudley blurts “I like boys.”

Why are you like this Dad?  Daisy tsks around his mind as his cousin's whole face breaks into pure shock. His stomach drops as he realizes that he actually just said that. The words are there, out in the open, into the universe. 

He just came out.

I wish I knew sweetie.

“Oh,” Harry says.  “You’re...”

“I like girls too!” Dudley rushes to clarify. “I like both actually. I’m...bisexual. I think.”

“Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia won’t like that.”  Harry sounds apologetic but suddenly he brings Dudley into a hug. “But I don’t care. I still love you. Thanks for telling me, Ley.” 

“It’s the first time I’ve said that in this life.” He confesses returning the hug. Gosh but this kid. He adores this kid. 

“Have you always known?”

“Yes.” 

“Okay,” Harry says leaning back. “Okay. I forgive you.”

“No”

“No?”

“No. Look, Harry, I’m happy you aren’t mad at me anymore but this? This is an explanation, not a justification. I don’t want you thinking it’s okay for someone to hurt your feelings, to keep things from you and then forgive them after they say why.”  Dudley stresses holding his cousin's arms and looking into his eyes trying to convey how important this is.  “I kept a letter from your dead mom from you. I didn’t tell you about your magic. I broke your trust. I need to own up to that. You’re not allowed to forgive me until I earn the right to be forgiven. You understand me?”

Harry looks slightly awe but he nods his head.  “Yeah. I understand.”

“Good.” Letting go, Dudley gives him a teary eye smile.  “Want to get some ice-cream?”

For the first time since this awful morning, Harry smiles.  “Sure.”

The cousins still have an hour and a half before their bus arrives, so they walked down the street to an ice-cream polar Harry saw on the way. As they’re walking the tension between them disappears, the morning sun shining on them brightly, while some birds fly above. 

“Ley?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“I don’t think I can forgive you just yet.”  He sounds nervous but it only makes Dudley smile. 

“That’s okay Harry. I understand.”

“Okay good. I um, don’t want to talk about it anymore today.”

“Alright, we won’t today. But we do need to have a long talk.”

“Cool”   

Dudley feels light when he buys Harry a two-scoop ice-cream. Maybe the conversation didn’t go as he planned. Maybe he still needs to come clean about being magic. Maybe being in charge of emotions is easier in theory than in person.

But this is the first step. 

“You want anything else? You didn’t eat this morning.”

“Can we get Mcdonals?” 

“Sure.”

Despite the fact they mostly went to places that were free- such as the park, the stores for window shopping, and public events-  he didn’t need to worry too much about money during these trips. Not after Vernon started to give Dudley a weekly allowance of twenty pounds at the age of eight. 

He made sure not to waste it and been putting some aside each week.  Dudley used only five of the pounds at the most. He figured it would be a good idea to build some funds for them both just in case.

He only tapped into his savings over the last few years for Harry. Be it birthdays or something else special, like a treat or a little toy here and there. Nothing too obvious least his parents caught on. Just something that let Harry know Dudley loved him.

His cousin knew Vernon gave him money but luckily he never learned how much so Dudley was able to keep the illusion that he only earn five pounds. Not that he wanted to lie to Harry, but he’s cousin wasn’t the most trustworthy when it came to finical impulses especially as a child.  (Who needs a solid gold cauldron? What were you trying to make? A rich man potion?)

Not to mention, Harry’s school supplies were quite costly and while he had no idea just how his cousin was able to pay for it the first time, Dudley planned on making sure he had everything he needed to be successful.

He had everything he needed in his pocket. 

“We need to go to a special bank to convert our pounds into the other money before we go school shopping for you,” Dudley said after swallowing some fires. The boy across from him took a big drink of his cup before nodding.  “We’re also going to check on your family account.”

Taking a bite of his burger Harry asks.  “Why?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”  He scowls automatically before softening his face.  “Just to make sure we can get everything you need. Your mom mention your dad had lots of money for the wedding so grandma didn’t have to worry about paying anything right? Where did it go when they died?”

Harry stills.  “Huh. I don’t know.”

“Exactly. We have to check. It works out since we’ll be going to the bank than the postal office and spend the rest of the day buying your supplies.” 

After eating the two realize they had about five minutes before the bus arrives. Running the block from Mcdonals, the two just barely make it onboard. They then sit down and talked quietly about the supplies Harry will need. 

It seems his cousin really wanted to get and take a pet snake to is a magical school but Dudley had been firm with the list clearly saying that animal was not allowed. Neither boy notices the people around them taking glances at the odd boys. 

Finally, after an hour's drive, the two made it to London. They walk around a little stopping to buy something to drink but taking their time. Harry starts to talk about some new ideas for some drawings he thinking about. Over the years he’s become obsessed drawing everything in sight, especially animals. 

Often times Dudley found himself a model. 

Suddenly a very familiar inn comes into sight.

“Where are we going, Ley?”

“There,” He can’t help but grin at the sight of the Leaky Cauldron pointing at it but stopping before a muggle store. “But first lets each buy some baseball caps.”

“Why?”

“To hide your scar”   

#hpdabbles #Kindness and Remorse Au #Harry Potter #Part 6 #Trying to be a good adult #Coming out

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Keyholes (spicyhoney)

Summary:  Nothing good ever came from listening through keyholes.

WARNINGS: How to warn for this...Okay, there is some implied non-con here. Not graphic, nothing more than some talking, but I want to warn. Some implications of LV, some dark humor.

There was a thing on Twitter briefly where people were discussing that it’s rather sweet when Red plays the overprotective brother with Underswap Papyrus, especially if he happens to be dating Edge. This is where my 4 am brain demanded I go with it.

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It was late by the time Red came home and he was pretty damn careful not to let the door slam shut as he crept in. Boss usually got pissy about him staying at Grillby’s till closing time, but since his bro had started dating the honey bun, he’d gone a little lax on a few of the rules. Not too lax, not yet, and was something to keep tabs on; pulling that stick in his brother’s pelvis out a few inches was all right, but there was a huge fucking difference between a little easier and going soft. Swinging too much in the other direction was a good way to end up in a dustpan. Not that Red thought Edge was gonna be ready for a soft-serve cone anytime soon, eh, but it paid to keep an eye out. For now, it seemed to be working out pretty well in everyone’s favor. Nobody’d asked his opinion, but Red actually thought Rus was pretty damn good for his bro. Gave him someone else to bitch at, finally helped clue his brother into the fact that not all afternoon naps were a bad thing and…aw, fuck it. Even Red could admit there was something to the way Edge looked at the honey bun, too. Rus made him happy and there were damn well few enough things in his bro’s life managing that. He could have a pass on this one. Red yawned. Fuck, he was tired. Not drunk, noooo, not on his own, he wasn’t that fucking stupid. Still pleasantly buzzed and he was looking forward to hitting his mattress. He still took the time to line up his shoes at the door, playing the odds that if he didn’t leave anything to piss his bro off in the morning, then he might just get to sleep in a little. Worth a shot. The stairs were daunting, and he was almost tempted to shortcut. Keeping ‘em quiet took effort though and in the end, he decided the stairs were the winner, if only to make sure he didn’t wake Paps. It was when he was creeping past his bro’s door that he discovered his brother wasn’t asleep, and what he heard made the marrow freeze in his bones. “no!” Distinct, even through the door, Rus’s voice and Red stilled, all the easy warmth of the evening draining away as he listened. “let me go.” Raggedly pleading, hoarse, like maybe he’d been crying or screaming, what in the name of fuck— “no more, please, i want to go home!” “You are home, pet, you belong to me.” His brother’s voice and the faint, feeble hope that somehow someone’d gotten past their security, broke in and—no, that was his brother like he’d never heard him, his voice rough, eager, even as he crooned, “Shhh, I’ll take care of you, give you everything you need. Be a good boy now—“

“no! i want to go home to my brother, let me go, please!” “You’re mine!” Snarled out, viciously enough to send a prickle up Red’s spine like a memory of sin. “Say it!”

“no!” Broken little word, said again and again, until it was little more than a sob.

“No? Oh, I think I can make you say it. I think you’ll be begging me soon enough.” Whatever else Rus tried to say was muffled, cut off, and Red forced himself not to think of how. Red stood, didn’t even notice he wasn’t blinking until his aching sockets reminded him. He could taste the sweat beading on his skull, dripping down his face and over his teeth. This wasn’t…this was all kinds of fucked up, this wasn’t possible. Edge was a hardass, yeah, he ran Snowdin like a fucking general, not just captain of the guard…and he made sure all the kids here had enough to eat, made sure all the supplies were divvied up equally, fuck it, he even checked up on that old Bun granny to make sure her walkway was cleared after a storm. He wasn’t like those LV-crazed loonies out in Snowdin woods, the souleaters who didn’t care who they killed or fucked, he wasn’t… Another cry came from the room, Rus’s voice, wild and pained and fuck. Okay. Okay, something had happened, something had obviously fucking broke, but he couldn’t let his bro do this. Maybe Rus would never forgive him, but if he stopped it, Edge might eventually be able to forgive himself. Yeah, and Asgore might declare Fridays as Spank My Fuzzy Ass day, but he had to try. Red stood at the door, not listening to the muffled whimpers as he summoned up his magic, breathing deeply and mentally clawing together his control before he kicked it in. The room was dark, but he could see enough; a pair of skeletal hands chained to the headboard, rucked up blankets, his brother on top, jerking towards the busted door too late as Red reached, turning his soul blue and yanking him away. He was moving before his brother even bounced off the wall, dodging the attack he already knew would be coming. Had to give the boss credit, he was quick, and the bones came close enough that Red could feel the virulence of his intent. He tightened his grip on Edge’s soul, dragging him down, up, dodging another attack and— “woah, fuck, stop! edge, it’s your brother, it’s red, stop it!!” Red felt as much as saw his bro go limp in his hold, dangling against the wall and didn’t let up, could be a trick, trying to get him to let down his guard and…wait. Red blinked owlishly as his focus eased enough to let him see more than the threat he had pinned down. Rus was…standing, and yeah, that was more bone than he’d ever wanted to see from the honey bun, but the cuffs were dangling from the headboard, empty. “red, let him down, yeah?” Rus didn’t get closer to him, only held out his empty hands, palms up as he said, soothingly, “c’mon, it’s okay. it’s all good here, it was only a game. you know, the big bad kidnaps the sweet little innocent, takes him captive, all that shit?” “a game?” Red echoed blankly, and then, “you, innocent?” Rus shrugged. “i work with what i’ve got.” He reached out, pressing very gently on Red’s extended hand, didn’t even flinch as Red’s magic arced, dancing across his pale bones like lightning. “but he wasn’t hurting me, we were only playing. let him down, okay?” Oh. Hastily, Red withdrew his magic, dragging it back in hard enough that he almost gagged. Edge slid down the wall, landing lightly on his feet, but Red didn’t stay to see if his bro had anything he wanted to add to the group chat. He just turned on heel and out, yanking the busted door mostly shut behind him. Probably should’ve gone to his room, but his feet were on autopilot and took him downstairs. Red plopped down on the sofa and hey, maybe it was time for a game of his own. See how long he could keep his mind totally blank before he either fell asleep or maybe the world could reset for him. Worth a try. He couldn’t say how long he got to play, but it wasn’t fucking long enough. He heard the rattle of the broken door opening above him and footsteps on the stairs. Untied sneakers came into view, shuffling along, before the sofa next to him sagged. “here.” A pack of cigarettes dropped into Red’s lap and he heard the rasp of a lighter, the first whiff of burning tobacco. “he’s gonna kill you.” Rus shrugged. “he already let me smoke one upstairs. might as well take advantage of it while i can, since i’m not getting off tonight. i’ve seen some wrecked moods, but that one was like tokyo after godzilla gave it an afternoon stroll.” “sorry.” He wasn’t, really, probably wasn’t a word outside of that jabberwocky poem to quantify how he felt right now, but it seemed like the thing to say. Red held out a hand and Rus dropped his lighter into it. “nah,” Rus blew out a cloud of smoke, “it was kinda sweet. thanks, cowboy. sorry my damsel in distress was less hollywood and more porn star.” “keep your thanks, it ain’t helping,” Red groaned. Rus ignored him and went on contemplatively, “just a heads up, edge might never be the same. think he’s testing if it’s actually possible to die of embarrassment, but i managed to talk him out of jumping into any of the lava pits in hotland.” Hastily, Red lit his own cigarette and took a hard drag. Nicotine wasn’t much, but when you were drowning, any straw you could grab looked like a cruise ship. A sharp elbow nudged Red in the ribs, making him cough, “know what i think? you two should start practicing the fine art of repression and bury this night under a rockslide. lemme know if you need help, i’m an expert.” Yeah, that was the best idea Red had heard in fucking years.

Rus stood up, clenched his half-burned butt in his teeth as he stretched with bone-popping force, groaning out, “welp, i’m gonna head home. that’ll learn us to keep it down. honestly, i’m looking at it as a positive.”

“a positive,” Red said flatly.

“yep. if it’d been my bro who heard us in there, edge might still be trying to wedge a boot out of his ass.”

Huh, that was probably true. Guess there were a few small favors left in the worlds.

Rus was gone with a wave and a shortcut, and Red finished his smoke, leaving the ash in a little pile on the coffee table because hell, at least he could stand to hear the boss bitch about that. He didn’t know when he fell asleep, but he woke up to the feel of something soft being draped over him. Pretty damn tempting not to look; he’d probably be allowed to wallow in the blissful land of ain’t fucking thinking about it for a while yet. But eh, sometimes you just had to rip off that bandaid. Red opened his sockets, blinking up at his brother, who only finished tucking the blanket around him before moving to sit by his feet.

Welp, here was a tension you could cut with a knife and serve up with nice, cold glass of humiliation.

“boss,” Red started, then stopped, letting the word dangle between them.

“Shut up,” Edge said brusquely. His arms were crossed over his chest, his cheekbones stained garishly red, and he was grinding his teeth so hard Red expected him to spit out a mouthful of dust. But all he did was sit, looking anywhere but in Red’s direction as he muttered, “Thank you.” There were novels to be read between those lines, but Red could make do with the cliffnotes. Edge wasn’t stupid; he had LV, he knew what that could mean, the could happens and what ifs.

So Red only strangled out a gruff, “yeah, sure.” Then, louder, “all in favor of never speaking a fucking word about this again?”

“Aye,” Edge said dryly. “Would you like breakfast before we head for the dump to look for a new door?”

“breakfast would be great, boss,” Red said fervently. That was it. His bro didn’t say another word, only stood up and headed for the kitchen. Red glanced at the coffee table, the cigarette ash, and almost swept it away.

Nah, might do his brother good to have something he could actually bitch about and Red could stand a lecture today about keeping the house in order, please and thank you, if only to help scrub the inside of his skull clean of any lingering memories.

Repression: Start.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #please read the warnings

[wlwhc]

Witches and Banshees Part 2

Requested by Anonymous.

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Part I

(A/N): You guys requested this a lot so, I tried to write it while the idea was fresh. I didn’t have any plot so this is what my crazy mind thought it would be cool. Also, I haven’t watch Merlin in ages so I kind of create Morgana’s own history, it’s a bit Oc, sorry. Oh and I don’t know if it work but I tried to put the “read more” thingy but I’m on my phone so sorry if it didn’t work

——————————————————————————————————————————– “oh … that’s not good” Deaton’s smiled disappear after hearing you.

“what do you mean?” Scott asks, furrowing his eyebrow in concerned.

“Morgana is one of the most powerful witches that this earth had ever seen” Deaton explained. Lydia had to stop putting the cold piece of wet cloth on your forehead, the temperature of your body was coming back to normal. Stiles was still by your side and Scott was sitting at the end of the improvised bed.

This and a few others. You heard Morgana said with a proud tone

“great! so is mega super powerful, what’s up with that? now Y/N has that power, right? isn’t that good?” Stiles asks not understanding why it was a bad thing that you’re the most powerful witch now.

“well…she doesn’t have the best reputation…” Deaton said, her words were carefully measured, but his tone had a tiny bitter taste.

“again, what do you mean? can you explain better?” Stiles said, earning a glare from Lydia. But what can Stiles do? the boy is impatient to know the fate of his friend, who is going to watch star wars marathons with him?!, he already went through your funeral once, and he can’t take another one. Although he wasn’t the only one that got hit by your death.

“she’s evil, she tried to kill King’s Arthur and Merlin-” Deaton started explaining again, reading the big old book he had carried this whole time.

“wait, Merlin? like… Disney Merlin? the old men with the cone hat?” Stiles interrupts Deaton again, this time Lydia couldn’t help slap his head making you chuckled.

“he obviously talks about the real one you dumbass”

“she’s ruthless, any bad witch at this time can tell you how evil she was, and how hight they speak of her crimes against humanity-” Deaton said.

You could hear Morgana huffing at this.

“she is not like that” You said, making Deaton frown. Scott could smell the anger coming off you.

“how do you know?” Scott asks softly

“I just…she doesn’t seem like that, I’m a witch too, I can see when someone’s corrupted by dark magic, you know that, her light is pure light, brighter than anything I have ever seen, she’s the only one with a white soul in that shitty place…how can that be evil?”  You said, is if the words had always been stuck in your chest.

You had always been so protective of me . Morgana said, her tone bittersweet, you could feel her hand on your shoulder for a brief moment and if you close your eyes you could see her smiling sadly at you. But why?

“hmm…you seem very fond of her” Deaton said when he saw you frowning after you closed your eyes a bit.

“I’m alive thanks to her…it’s the least I can do” You said. Lydia had been watching you, your face was no longer pale, you were finally getting better, but her heart was still shaking with worry, this Morgana person doesn’t seem to be good news.

“I don’t think that’s the reason why you defend her”  You scoff at Deaton’s words, but signaled him to keep talking

“she gave you her power right? but in order to do that she had to combine her soul with yours, that’s how you got her powers” Deaton explained.

“they mixed up their souls?”

“that’s a way to put it stiles, yeah”

“so now, you can hear what she thinks, you know things she knows, you do hear her don’t you Y/N?” Deaton asks you sigh deeply, already tired of the whole situation.

Don’t worry, they’re just worried about you . You hear Morgana said.

“sometimes” You answered and Deaton nods.

“hmm…there’s still something I do not understand very well” He speaks after a little bit of silence, it seems like everyone was trapped in their own thoughts.

“yeah, why does she chose you? I don’t want to be mean but, in that place there’s a lot of witches right? maybe even a lot more powerful than you” Stiles said, earning a nod from Deaton.

“that’s true” Scott said

“well, she wants something from her or…maybe you were the only one that could hold such power” Deaton said, deep in thought.

“why is she different from the other witches? it’s like Stiles said, there’s a lot of powerful witches there, she couldn’t just pick the first one that knock at her door right?” Lydia said, squeezing your hand softly.

“The art of magic comes from even longer than humanity. The legend says that entities had teach us how to use and control magic. Magic is unpredictable , even for witches as powerful as Morgana. Magic as its own mind, a lot of covens had chosen magic to be their god-”

“okay so what?” Stiles interrupted Deaton once again, this time was Scott who punch his arm.

“shh let him explain!”

“why is everyone punching me!”  Stiles said, making you chuckled. Your nerd friend sends you a smile.

“Magic is unpredictable, so we could never know what could happen exactly or if a spell will do what we think will do, anything could happen. With this being said, not all the rituals of combining soul have been successful” Deaton said.

“what happened to the failed ones?” Lydia asks

“their souls would evaporate, no other life, no reincarnation, no heaven , hell or purgatory,  just …. the end. There’s only 2 successful rituals and are from a long time ago. Witches and Wizards had tried to learn more about this ritual but given the circumstances, they always end up dead, until a druid find out about the importance of lineage in this ritual” Deaton explained.

“so Y/N has to be related to this witch?” Scott asks.

“picture this, you guys know that in order to make a blood transfusion the donor has to have the same type of blood than the sick person, if not then your body will reject the blood. This is kind of the same, they have to have the same kind of magic and they have to be related in order for her to survive , or at least that’s the theorie on this book.” Deaton explained, making Stiles gasp.

“you’re her grand grand grand grand grand grand grand-” Lydia rolls her eyes at Stiles non-stopping words.

“Stiles we get it-” Scott said smiling.

“grand grand grand kid?!” Stiles stops to breathe

“those are not as much grand as it should be, Morgana comes from the dark age, when magic was forbidden a looooong time ago.” Deaton’s said.

The whole situation was pretty crazy, but you knew that she would have told you if you were her grandkid, well, that would explain why she’s so nice with you, but it’s also pretty weird because she doesn’t treat you as if you were her grandkid, more like a …friend.

“but she would have told me, like some star wars shit “I’m your very old grandmother” kind of shit” You said, making Stiles jump out of her seat with the stars wars reference.

“high five for Star Wars reference!” He said, raising his hand for you. After the high five Deaton’s speaks again.

“what did she said to you?” Deaton asks.

“well, I don’t remember much, but I would remember if she would have told me something like that” You said, this time sitting in the bed no matter how much Lydia and Stiles protests not to. Lydia’s hand was still holding yours and now that you were sit, her other hand was running up and down on your back in a soothing manner.

“hmm maybe she will try to talk to you through dreams, she is going to take the paper of mentor, she has to communicate with you, I can prepare some potions to make you remember your chats with her, and maybe a few for the pain on your attacks” Deaton said walking to the door, her precesence not being necessary anymore by seeing you okay.

“that would be useful, thank you ” Scott said, sighing at the end of his sentence. Her hand running down his face. First it was the problems with this new pack , and now this, being an alfa is hard work.

“now you have to rest” Lydia said, pushing you down to the bed so you can rest. You were not going to say no now that even Scott was sending you the “do what she says” look. After a few minutes of pure silence. They begin to discuss again.

“what we do now? she can’t go to school what if she has another episode?” Lydia said to Scott.

“yeah, it’s not safe plus is very hard to hide her dark eyes and dark…everything” Stiles says.

“the best is for you to stay at your house, I’ll stay with you” Lydia said with worry in her eyes,  grabbing your hand once again.

“I had been taking care of myself all this time, I can still do it-” You begin saying but they wasn’t listening to you anymore.

“we will take turns” Scott said, liking the idea.

“yeah! we will take turns, I’ll go after Lydia” Stiles said.

“then I’ll go after Stiles, and I’m pretty sure Malia will want to help-”

“Derek likes you he’s probably going to help too-” Stiles said now, adding another person to bother.

“oh and Liam said that he wanted to watch some movies with you so we also have his help-” Scott add another one, great.

“that’s too many people” You said, you already despite the idea of being treated like a baby, much worse bothering the whole pack.

“yeah, let’s just keep it with the tree of us and if you guys can’t do it I’ll take the turn” Lydia said once she saw your distress. You already were an introvert person that didn’t like much the idea of being surrounded by people, so the best for you was just having one person helping you, and that person had to be her.

“are you sure? Malia could also help-” Scott tried to say but Lyda stops him.

“we need someone that takes care of Y/N, not eat her or the delivery man-” Lydia said, remembering that time Malia almost bites the delivery boy after he had tried to flirt with her and refuse to give her the pizza.

“I already apologized for it!” Malia said standing at the door with a few pizza boxes on her hand.

“Hey Malia” You said smiling at her. She rushes to you and hugs you, earning a “be careful” from Lydia.

“you look like shit” She says after the hug, making you chuckled.

“Malia!” Stiles exclaims.

“what? she looks like shit but hey! you’re alive” She saids happy to see her friend okay.

“she’s always so sweet” You joked.

“I bought you a few pizzas so you can feel better!” She said opening one of the boxes, the smell of the food making you feel sick again.

“I don’t think I can eat anything right now Mal, you can eat it” You said. Lydia looks at you with concern, she knows that you don’t have the best eating habits and sometimes even forget to do it , so there’s was a probability that you haven’t been eating well or at all. She made a mental note to force you to eat later.

“oh okay I’ll eat for you!” Malia said already biting a piece of pizza.

“I want some!” Stiles says, but Malia didn’t let him, they started fighting for the box.

“oh god are you two going to fight for a slice of pizza!?” You said laughing when Mal growls at Stiles and he does it too but sounds like a dying cat.

Meanwhile, Lydia was talking with Scott about you.

“ugh, and you want them to take care of Y/N? they couldn’t even take care of Liam when he had the flu” Lydia says, watching Mal trying to eat all the boxes of pizza so Stiels can have any.

“yeah you’re right, I’ll call Derek-” Scott said but Lydia send him a glare.

“no no, I can take care of her” She says, trying to sound casual, but Scott could hear how fast her heart was beating, he had noticed for a long time now. He smiles at her.

“Lydia I know you care about her but-” He starts saying but Lydia stops him again.

“but what? you spend most of the time with Malia or the new pack, Stiles is always with you, I’m the only one that had actually care about her, I’ll keep her safe, if I need anything I’ll call you” She says with pleading eyes. She was right though, everyone seem to be busy, and she was the only one available…she also wanted to spend more time with you and make sure you don’t die again but you don’t know that.

“…okay, fine, but promise me you will call” Scott said putting his hand on her shoulder.

“don’t worry , I’ll make sure she’s okay” ——————————————————————————————————————————– After Lydia has shove 2 plates of food at your face, it was time for you to rest. She had been all the time by your side, making sure you were okay. After this you thought it was impossible for your crush on her to increase its level, but now, now everytime she looks at you or talks with you can see the hearts flying around you and those stupid butterflies having a party in your stomach. And now she’s here helping you with everything and being so sweet with you , you can help but melt.

“okay, everything is settled! all you have to do now is close those beautiful eyes of yours and sleep” She said once you had your pajamas on. She had currently made you sleep on her house so she can keep an eye on you, plus your house scares her a little bit at night, so here you are now, on her room with her pink pajamas on.

“thank you Lyds, even though this is completely unnecessary-” You said, you had fight against the idea of sleeping on her bed , but she insisted and also threatens you to try to sleep on the floor, and after she tried to scream you ran to the her bed.

“oh hush…I care about you, I’m just trying to help” She said laying down to the bed next to you. Her words making you blush, she cares about you. You could feel Morgana glaring at her.

“…I care about you too” You said, hiding your face with the blankets. Lydia smile softly at this. Thank god her bed is big so you can be as far away from her as posible, you’re sure than the close proximity would probably cause you a heart attack.

“..good” She said, still smiling softly at you.

“good” You repeat, both of you staring at each other not wanting to close your eyes yet. But after a few minutes of silence, Lydia’s voice could be heard.

“sweet dreams” Lydia said, turning around so you would be facing her back, you do the same so both of neither of you would be facing each other.

“night Lyds” You said. Determined to end the day you close your eyes, and right in the moment when you could feel yourself falling asleep, Lydia sneak her arms to your waist, holding you tight, making it impossible for you to stay awake much longer.

———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— You didn’t know how but you’re walking through a forest, trees and orange leave could be seen everywhere. A voice in your head was telling you to run , but you weren’t scared, you were kind of happy.

“how can you be so slow!” That voice, Morgana.

She appear behind a few trees running around, her hair was a mess but it somehow suit her perfectly, her eyes were brighter than ever, her dark clothes making her stand out a lot from the orange and brown colors. You ran to her, smiling like an idiot, moments like this could be count with a single hand. She has been busy doing gods know what, there was almost no time for you. She hated that, truth be told, her main goal is keep you safe. Sometimes you wouldn’t even bother for her absence, her heart is turning black with each day that passed, and you don’t seem to be of any help. Sometimes she won’t even allowed you to see her, she just doesn’t seem to love you anymore , and that…that’s destroying you. Morgana is slowly ditching your grave without even noticing it.

“Morgana for the love of-Stop running! have you gone mad!?” Her smile was starting to make you dizzy, the hope of her dark heart being all soft for you was always jumping around your mind, but it never seem to be true, you didn’t trust her anymore and still here you are, running around, forgetting about the battle that was happening a few miles away, in your mind not even death seems to be a problem if she’s besides you, she’s all you need..but are you all she needs? the answer is no, and it will always be.

Morgana stops running to look at your sad figure. She frowns, like if she could hear the thousands voices shouting your insecurities in your head. She walks to you, this time with a smirk on her face, her hands found their way to your waist, getting close to her.

“I’m mad in love~” She shouts, smiling at you at the end. That smile, god you missed that smile, a smile that didn’t hold venom behind it or a threat.

“oh hush! If any of your guards hears you-”  The guards weren’t a problem, they were scared of her after all, it was the pain in your chest that was bothering you, your bleeding heart was to tired of hearing lies coming out of her mouth. Morgana sighs at your words.

“they won’t do anything, because I’ll kill them” She says, not a single of importance on the gravity of her word, but you were used to this. You have to, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to be with her at all.

“and that my dear, is far from being romantic” You joked, trying to at least enjoy this seconds with her, pushing away your dark thoughts. She smiles at you.

“oh I can be romantic but you have to me more polite love” she says playfully

“oh dear Morgana, Queen and Ruler of my heart…would you oh so kindly be a little” You said, getting a little bit closer to her, enough for her to feel your warmth

“tiny” You got a little more closer, this time Morgana’s hand fly to your face, her smirk growing with each word you say.

“bit..more romantic with me” You end up just a few centimetres away from her lips, her smile bigger than you have ever seen

“I don’t see why I should torture you any longer” She mumbles before kissing you. For your surprise, she does not crash your lips against yours with the normal ferocity she is used to use, this time her lips are caressing yours, slowly but surely devouring you, her tongue shyly asking for permission to steal the last straw of sanity you had left, it had passed just a few seconds but it felt like hours, your heart was jumping out of your chest, your hands shaking slightly with excitement. This whole time by her side and you’re still crumbling into her arms like the first time. You were in pure bliss, but like I said, moments like this could be count with a single hand, and they didn’t last long.

“Lady Morgana-Oh I-I apologies I-I-” One of her guards was standing a few meter away from you and Morgana, his eyes wide open like an owl, he didn’t seem to stop stammering, for a moment you had forgotten about how much fear your beloved could spread. She backs away from you , already rushing to the guard, eyes burning with that reddish gold that make your bones tremble.

“ugh why are they always ruining my moments with my beloved!” She says, her voice sending shiver down your spine.

“Lady Morgana-” The guard says, already fearing the worst.

“save it! I’m going to cut your head off!” Morgana take a step ahead, raising her hands, she is going to kill him, and even thought you knew your words will go with the wind, you had to try to stop her.

“Morgana” You said, hugging her from behind, holding her for dear life, well not your life, the guard’s life. “stop…please” You words seem to make her body stiff like an oak, she slowly walks away, with your arms still holding her tight. She sighs and looks at the guard.

“you’re going to forget what you just saw, or I’m going to rip your eyes out” She says grabbing your hands, interlocking her fingers with yours, her breathing becoming calm again.

“Y-yes my lady, I’ll go now” the guard ran away as fast as he could, leaving you and Morgana alone once again.

“I thought we would lose another guard today” You joked, not actually believing that she had stop. You weren’t sure if your pleads had made their way to her cold heart …or maybe she just wasn’t in the mood to kill somebody today.

“well…you did ask nicely my dear” She says, turning around, holding your arms around her figure , making sure that you keep them there. She looks at you with a unreadable gaze, anything could be happening inside her mind, but by the way her eyes were shining with ghostly tears, it couldn’t be good.

“what?” You asked, waiting for her to tell you what was wrong, but it seem to only aggravate the situation, the damn tears were trying to storm off her eyes but she remain strong, not letting them show you how much she was suffering.

“you already found someone else, it’s has been so long I know but…I always thought you would wait for me no matter what…I guess I deserve this, I didn’t treated you right my love…it’s all my fault” She said, her voice weak , breaking in a few words, making your heart cry out in pain. You didn’t understood what she meant but her words were dripping with sincerity.

“what are you talking about? You haven’t lost me I’m right here” You say, holding even tighter. Morgana chuckles, the tears in her eyes disappearing as if they were an hallucination of yours.

“ignore my nonsenses just…kiss me?…please?” She says, and with your heart wanting nothing more but giving her some comfort, you crawl again to her cold arms, not caring about anything else but her. But right when your lips were going to kiss her’s, a voice called your name in the distance.

“Y/N!”

“did you heard that?” You say, the voice sounding really familiar. Morgana sighs at this, a sad gaze taking over her face.

“Y/N please wake up!”

“seriously did you heard that?” You say again , this time looking around you, looking for the familiar voice, your head starting to feel fuzzy and your lungs losing control. Fear was starting  to take over you. You step back from Morgana , breathing uneven and hands sweating.

“it’s nothing Y/N, ignore it” Morgana said, herself becoming worried, her calm persona changing to an exasperated one. She tried to get a hold of your hands but you only back away further.

“Y/N please wake up!”

“no wait-ugh my head” You head felt like it was going to explode, the pain was too much for you to bear, you cry out in pain and Morgana rushes to aid you. She holds you in her arms, but she didn’t seem scared or worried anymore, she looks sad, the tears that she tried to hide before were now spilling non-stop.

“come here” She says, making you on her lap, her hands on your head making the pain ease a little, but not enough to help you. Then the words you weren’t expected for her to say could be heard.

“shh…you’ll wake up soon” She says, and with that everything went black. ——————————————————————————————————————————– It was already noon, Lydia had let you sleep more because she thought you need it. Right when she went to wake you up, she saw your trembling figure, sweat covering you skin and a thin trail of blood running down your nose. She panic, doing everything to wake you up but nothing seem to work.

“Y/N come on! wake up!” She was starting to considering calling Scott but right when she grabbed her phone, you jumped out of the bed.

“holy sh-” You grabbed your head, the pain had disappear…but so did Morgana. Lydia rushes to you, being careful to give you space but the urge of hugging you was winning.

“hey hey, it’s okay, it was just a dream-Y/N it’s okay you’re safe” She can’t help but tried to hold you in her arms, and you let her. She embraces you in a hug, caressing your hair, not caring how sweaty you were.

“oh god, Lydia” You mumbled, your breathing calming down a little bit. Lydia’s soft reassuring words had help you calm down.

“what’s wrong Y/N? what did you dream?” She asked you softly , she felt as if she was walking on broken glass, she didn’t want to distress you further.

“Lydia I don’t think I’m her granddaughter” You said, stepping out of her embrace, you walk away, searching for your clothes , Deatons needs to know this, more specifically, Deaton needs to answer some questions.

“what? what do you mean?” Lydia asks, watching worried as you search for your clothes.

“I think…I think I was with her” You said , not seeing your clothes anywhere.

“with her? as in the same place or like..?” Lydia stops you , putting her hands on your shoulder so you could look at her.

“I think I am her girlfriend” You said, looking at her with wide eyes. Lydia does not other thing but frown at this, she looks upset.

“okay even if that’s true, you were her girlfriend, okay? were… she’s dead remember?” She said, putting an emphasis in a few words. She’s right though, Morgana is dead, why does that make you feel so bad?

“…yeah…right” You said sighing deeply, returning to look for your clothes.

“you look sad, why do you look sad? isn’t she evil?” She said, her voice raising a few tones, okay now you’re sure she’s pissed, probably for the whole mess you’re making by searching for your clothes. Lydia walks away from the room and returns with your clothes.

“I wash them silly” She said throwing them at your face.

“I need to see Deaton” You said signing her for turn around. You quickly change your clothes.

“I’ll go with you” Lydia said once she saw you walk away from her room.

“okay, hurry let’s go”

Deaton has to know anything about Morgana having a beloved one. And as much as you wish this is not real, it is. Morgana hasn’t said a word since you woke up , but she probably already knows that…you miss her

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[florchis]

In honour of Fitz’s thirtieth birthday, a compilation of my Fitz-related works (Gen and multiple pairings ahead)

Gen

Fic

courage enough, or resolution enough - Fitz asks Daisy to go ring-shopping with him.Maybe a favour and ice-cream cones can't fix everything, but they sure are a good place to start.

Gifsets

Being a good person is a choice

Letting you go

Fitz’s hands: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - Fitz’s bad hand in 4x21

Fitz’s Mug Collection

No one is alone - Fitz&Daisy parallel

Fitzsimmons

Headcanon: Demisexual Fitz

Fic

Love is a verb -  Fitz and Jemma have a conversation to settle their argument in the lab.

Offer me that deathless death - They have became quite skillful at that particular business that is “I’m-glad-you-are-alive” sex, and that fact alone makes Jemma feel like laughing, in that also familiar laugh-so-you-don’t-cry kind of way.

Our place in the stars - “Fitz.” She says without bothering to get up and sit straight. ”Fitz, let’s study astrophysics.”“Okay.” He says without a second thought, because he is only half-listening, and because of course that’s Jemma Simmons’s idea of “taking a break”, and because he would follow her to the end of the universe and beyond. {Gifset}

Teacher needs to see me after school - Jemma Simmons is used to being called to Peggy’s school for “teacher-parent meetings” that are actually concealed scoldings, but this is the first time since Peggy entered the formal education system that Jemma has been called by someone who wants to praise her daughter instead of repress her.

Maybe some things are inevitable - When the pod falls into the ocean, they start seeing... strange things, to say the least.Some of those visions might create issues between them, but some others might help them get what they want: surviving, and each other.

Who am I to say this situation isn’t great? - She wasn’t supposed to like him and, to be honest, she isn’t sure that she does like him. But he is Fitz, and in every universe, in every iteration of this terrible, messed-up life, they always gravitate towards each other, for better or for worse.

Princess of a never-ending tale - When after ten years of lukewarm friendship Fitz publishes a young-adult book about Jemma's adventures on another planet, he kind of was expecting her to come banging on his door. {Gifset}

You just gotta let me try- They have done this thing before: playing it cozy with each other to chase away someone unwanted. But this time the game backfires and when Jemma looks at him, she has the non-fleeting desire to kiss him.So she does.  Cont: I feel like starting something - The morning after getting together, Fitz feels like taking off the day to stay with her. Jemma agrees. (Light, sexy, fluffy times ensue.) {M}

Love is where this begins -   After the events of FZZT, Fitz can't sleep when Jemma decides to pay him another visit.

we’re not broken just bent -  She went away leaving behind her only a note saying "I love you, but I can’t do this." The last day of each month, she takes out the phone she only uses to communicate with S.H.I.E.L.D. and writes to him: Not yet. She has sent him a "Not yet" message nine times already, but when she is about to send him the tenth, she receives an email from him: You mean more than anything to me. She gets choked up, but for the first time in a long time, tears feel like a blessing. She doesn’t answer him with her customary "Real", but instead with "I think I'm ready, Fitz." Or: Fitzsimmons reunite ten months after The Framework

At least there will be plenty implied -   It's hard to be with Fitz without acting on her feelings, so in order to clear her mind, Jemma suggests they go outside to try Coulson's prosthetic arms in the snow.

Checked -  Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D - Fitzsimmons - 1K - Something that no one told Jemma when they asked for an undetermined leave is how much time one has on their hands with no work to do.Another thing that no one told her when they asked for an undetermined leave together is that there would be so much sex involved.{M}

Two ways to live your life - When Fitz notices that Jemma has left their New Year's party, he knows he will find her on the rooftop, looking at the stars. What he doesn't imagine is the news she has for him.

I just wanna be deep in your love - Jemma is going crazy with their parents' wedding planning, and she tries to convince Fitz to elope. Fitz is having none of that.

Not getting married (today) - Apparently, it's not bad enough that Daisy managed to land her bouquet on his lap; no, on top of that he got a creepy (very very pretty) woman asking him to get it back. Am

Lovin’ it up ‘till I hit the ground -  Fitz discovers a blind spot on the camera feed of the lab. Things go downhill from there. And what he means with that is that he is the one going down. {M}

Kiss me under the light of a thousand sunrises - Fitz only wants to go back to bed, but Jemma has found the perfect opportunity to ask an important question, and she is not letting it go to waste

We never go out of style - When she breaks up with Leopold Fitz for the first time, Jemma Simmons tells everybody who is willing to listen that they are never ever getting back together.(Can you spot the contradiction there?)Or: Fitzsimmons break up, get back together, break up again and still keep finding their way back to each other.

The way you turn me on - Jemma knows Fitz is not that much into sex, so she believes he is in it for her brain. Fitz proves her how wrong she is.

Gifsets

Finishing each other’s sentences

Head over feet

Do I qualify?

Thank you for choosing us

FitzDaisy

Fascination - The thing that most surprised Daisy about this whole crazy arrangement is how good Fitz can make her feel.

Stop making a fool out of me - Daisy doesn’t understand why her tank tops work magic on her boyfriend, until one day Fitz won’t stop looking at her while she is moving some supplies to a higher cupboard, and she does: it’s the arms.Neither of them are subtle people, and they enjoy the game of teasing each other, and that’s why Daisy decides to capitalize on this information she got; if he wants her arms, she will give him her arms alright. {M}

Making love to you was never second best -  Daisy thinks that Fitz might not be sexually interested in her, and that’s cool, but she can’t stand not knowing, so she confronts him during a make-out session.

Fitzskimmons

Fic

The Zeroh Law of Thermodynamics -  Fitz and Simmons are each other’s soulmates. Daisy isn’t. Fitz and Simmons don’t care. Daisy does. Sort of. Or: Jemma wants them to tell her their fantasies, Daisy wants a tattoo and Fitz wants to be a gentleman. (They all succeed.)  {M}

There is a strange exhilaration - Daisy Johnson hates Leopold Fitz. She also makes out with him. It’s Jemma Simmons’s fault. Or: The one where Simmons makes her girlfriend and her boyfriend play Seven Minutes in Heaven. Cont: Metamour - She sits down on her favourite armchair and lets Fitz and Simmons fuss over preparing some snacks, putting on some music, choosing a bottle of wine. It’s aesthetically pleasing to watch them, everything they do is in synch, like a dance, they always seem to know where the other is and they don’t even finish each other’s sentences, they finish each other’s thoughts. Or: After the party, they go to Simmons’s place and Daisy deals with her conflicting feelings regarding Fitz.

we said we’d fight together -  Fitz is keeping Daisy at arm’s lenght after what happened between her and his Framework version. Neither her nor Jemma like it one bit, so they take matters into their own hands.

(If the winter is cold) I want to be close to you - They bought the van specifically because it has three seats in the front but Daisy is always the Designated Driver because Simmons is too maniac and Fitz is too Scottish, and sometimes she just wants to be able to cuddle with them both while in the road. So she does.

Stripped to the waist - Daisy didn’t use to find Fitz “sexy”. Good thing she does now, because she just walked in on him naked in the bathroom.(As it usually happens, it’s Jemma’s fault.)

Breakfast in Bed - Fitz does not have a domestic kink, but the girls- dressed on his old clothes as pajamas- cornering him in the kitchen while he is trying to make them breakfast in bed, is probably the best thing that could happen to him during a good, old day off.(Spoiler alert: No one gets breakfast and no one even makes it to the bed.) {M}

Take me away to some place real -  After the Framework, Fitz decides to go see his mother for a few days and takes Jemma and a reluctant Daisy with him. Things are not easy, but helped by three late-night conversations, Daisy learns that they can choose to not make them hard.

Gifsets

The future is open wide

#leo fitz #fitz's birthday #fitzsimmons #fitzskimmons #fitzdaisy #my stuff #masterpost

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send the morning [7]

“Vishante kaffas! I know how my own damn spell works, you egoistical pedagogic - ”

Evelyn breaks in, talking over Dorian and Vivienne as the three argue about something Malika hasn’t quite caught up to yet.

(“Are you sure you want me there?” Malika asked as they walked towards the rotunda. “I’m no mage. I just ask a lot of questions, is all.”

“Of course I want you there,” Evelyn replied, “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t. Honestly, we need someone with a level head. And who knows? You have an outside perspective. It would help to have a neutral party.”)

Malika turns to Solas who’s sitting down, head in his hands as he takes in slow deep breaths, “Is it always like this?”

“No,” Solas answers, “Normally Kaaras manages to last at least two hours before he needs a break.”

Kaaras is currently stretched out on the divan, cold cloth over his eyes. About thirty minutes in, an argument between himself and Evelyn about a theory on something about compression this and compacted that had him talking and stuttering so much he bit his tongue and started choking.

(“Now look what you’ve done,” Dorian said, “How am I supposed to explain this to Mahanon later?”)

Solas suddenly jumps up and back into the fray, seemingly supporting Dorian against Vivienne as Evelyn stomps over to the seat Solas just vacated and throws herself down on it.

“And this is what happens when you have six mages with all vastly different backgrounds working on the same thing,” Evelyn mutters.

“About that,” Malika points to Ellana, “Not to be - uh - judgmental or anything, but what does Ellana do? I mean, I’ve never actually seen her do magic.”

“Sound effects, mostly,” Evelyn says, as Ellana gets up from where she’d been idly playing with some paper and buttons comes over to them and starts to pick at the table of food that a server brought in about an hour ago when things were slightly more civil. “If Ellana has any input on any of our little discussions she isn’t sharing it.”

Ellana picks at a strawberry pie with her fingers, offering Malika a piece. Malika shakes her head.

As if on cue, Dorian’s voice raises -

“For the last bloody time, we can’t do that because if we did it would go - “ Dorian points at Ellana.

Ellana makes an explosion noise and throws her arms open, pretending to fall down.

“Exactly right, thank you Ellana,” Dorian says.

“What are you guys talking about, exactly?” Malika asks, feeling incredibly overwhelmed and a bit embarrassed to ask.

Evelyn leans forward, “Let me catch you up to speed. It’s something we’ve all been working on for some time - don’t worry if you don’t get it. It’s complex even for those of us who’ve studied magic for ages.” Evelyn gives Malika an encouraging smile. “We’re trying to figure out how to apply Dorian’s theories on time magic - namely, how it can move without the spell being cast multiple times - to spell mines. Tesselations and runes and such. Now, Dorian says it can be done because of the time spell. Vivienne disagrees because it would alter the nature of the spell too much and just change it into a projectile. I don’t quite agree with her, but I support the logic behind her conclusion. Solas doesn’t think it would work because of the exact nature of the spell work being something like a tattoo on the world. You can’t move a mine because it’s been printed in place.”

“And Kaaras?”

“Kaaras and Vivienne agree, but argue over the semantics. It’s interesting if we could get it to work, but the problem is how. If you try and move a mine it goes off, exploding all of the original mana at once. It refuses to be moved,” Evelyn explains.

“Printed,” Malika says.

“Exactly,” Evelyn nods. “Feel free to ask questions, by the way. A little known fact about mages - we love to talk about our theories on everything. The terrible part is just getting all six of us to try and agree on one particular theory.”

-

“Fair cousin, may I have a word?” Cullen looks up and sees Maxwell approaching and he can’t help the small spark of hope in his chest as he looks back at the Herald. “It concerns that thing we were talking about earlier, you know - that thing I said not to do? Ring any bells? Cousin? Are you ignoring me?”

“Cousin?” Not husband?

Cullen remembers the way that Maxwell had ran to Evelyn, lifting her clear off her feet the second she returned to Haven. He remembers how the two held each other and he also remembers how when it first came to light that Evelyn was at the center of the conclave explosion - before she was named the Herald, before she sealed the rifts - Maxwell and Cassandra could be heard bellowing at each other through the closed Chantry doors.

“Yes, unfortunately,” Evelyn says, facing falling as Maxwell draws closer. “Distant cousins, thankfully.”

“We don’t look all that much alike,” Maxwell says, and then hooks a finger in his mouth to raise his lip, “But look, we have the same teeth - show him cousin - ow.”

Evelyn smacks Maxwell over the back of the head, “Ignore him, Commander. His mother dropped him on the head as a child - most likely out of disgust and horror over his cone shaped head.”

“Evelyn,” Maxwell gasps, hand to his chest, “You know I’m sensitive about that.”

“You were born lacking a distinct sense of sensitivity,” Evelyn replies, “What do you want?”

“Your company?” Maxwell says, snagging the woman around the shoulders, “So if you’d excuse me, Commander - “

Evelyn elbows Maxwell hard in the ribs.

Cullen watches - “Are you sure you’re cousins? You remind me more of siblings.”

Evelyn shudders and Maxwell laughs.

-

A hand grabs Dorian out of the dark and Dorian is half about to cast a spell, thinking that the Venatori have finally made a move.

Lips catch against his cheek -

“I was told there was to be a duel for Kaaras’ honor,” Mahanon says and Dorian swears, shoving at his chest. “I came here to fight you for the right to duel. Please tell me it’s the one that looks like a pigeon roosted on their head.”

“You complete and total ass, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

Mahanon’s lips catch under Dorian’s chin, “Your pulse is jumping.”

Dorian finds Mahanon’s skin and pinches. Mahanon leans back, eyes glittering in the lantern lights from beyond the trellis.

“Ass,” Dorian repeats, hands settling on Mahanon’s waist, toying with the end of his braid. “Where’s Ellana?”

“Dumped her on Solas. I imagine the two of them are pretending to be stoic and silent and properly exotic in some hallway,” Mahanon shrugs, running a hand over Dorian’s chest, “This isn’t your color. You are quite handsome, Dorian, but I don’t think even you are making this uniform look like anything other than a complete disaster.”

“It’s no one’s color, amatus,” Dorian says, “I still don’t know how you and Ellana got away with wearing something different.”

“Ah, but Ellana embroidered a cock onto the back of my neck,” Mahanon raises a fine eyebrow, “So who’s really the winner here?”

“I’ve always been the winner,” Dorian replies, “Are you and Kaaras in shifts to make sure I don’t get completely drunk and useless?”

“We’re on shifts to make the Commander look like an incredibly interesting man with an interesting sex life,” Mahanon shrugs. Dorian barks out a laugh and Mahanon’s lips curve upwards. “Evelyn’s request.”

“I want to see it,” Dorian says, running his hands up and down Mahanon’s sides - the fine gossamer and silk of Mahanon’s elven inspired tunic runs smoothly underneath Dorian’s palms. He can feel Mahanon breathe, the heat of him, through his gloved palms. “How much do you loathe this place, right now?”

“More than words can express,” Mahanon answers darkly, “You have no idea how many people have tried to subtly ask if we were the Inquisition’s entertainment for the night. What, do they want us to do tricks? And the smells.”

“Thank you for coming anyway,” Dorian leans in, gently pressing his forehead to Mahanon’s. “It - it means a lot to have you both here. To all of us.”

“I know,” Mahanon’s eyes slide closed and he catches Dorian’s lip between his, soft and brief. “Besides, I couldn’t miss seeing you in your element, you’re out of it so often.”

“Lies and slander, I am always in my element,” Dorian says as Mahanon presses his lips to the corner of Dorian’s. “Necking in a hidden dark corner with an incredibly beautiful man at a party where everyone wants my blood steaming on the ground? That just happens to be more my element than usual.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth