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thequeenopower · 2 years

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Enemies to friends, friends into lovers, and probably to enemies again ; Sapnap

A/N: I've actually liked him since he first showed his face but in my head I feel we would butt heads a lot if we were in the same friend group so I decided to make this <3

TwitchCon is a very odd place. It's just a building filled with content creators who have weird fans. Fortunately enough for me, I was a faceless streamer who no one knew was coming. The only reason I was even here was because my friends were also streamers and one was even in the dreamsmp with me so they had a panel to attend. I was kind of left to wander around the place so I decided I'd wait in lines to have pictures taken with streamers. Specifically Sapnap, my best-est friend. I'm lying, we hate each other. So I created a plan to give my fans some content and also just do something with my time.

"Hello!" He smiled towards me.

I slyly waved as I hadn't made a plan as to what I was going to say besides how to pose.

"Could we pose like those old high school prom photos?" He laughed and nodded at my odd request.

The photo was taken and I ran to the nearest corner. I edited over my face and posted it to instagram with the caption, "With the loml <3" which proceeded to get thousands of likes in a couple of minutes.

I decided to change my shirt into one I got from a vender, which then had me run into trixin, who I had to take a selfie with. Unfortunately, the shirt was obnoxiously twitched themed and had me getting mistook for a worker every two seconds. So I decided to text one of my friends and they said another streamer had an extra shirt, turns out it was Dream's. (A/N DID HE OR DID HE NOT CHANGE CLOTHES AT TWITCHCON CAUSE I SWEAR HE DID)

So here I was, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for me, walking around like I wasn't one of the top viewed streamers on twitch. It was pretty humbling as people bumped into me without saying sorry, like bitch, do you know who I am? But, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt that it's because they don't actually know what I look like. I'm sure if they did they would get on their knees to beg for forgiveness from me.

I got a message that the panel was starting and a seat was saved for me. By the time I got to the room and sat down, all the streamers were sitting down and getting ready to answer questions. My friends were in my ear pestering me to get up and ask a question, but I was going against it since I just heard someone ask, "Do you like my shirt?" which got me scared as to if they could see the person who was asking the question. Because obviously Dream would know his shirt and he would know who I was as my friend told him the shirt was for me. But I soon worked up the courage to get up and ask Sapnap, my best friend, a question only he would know I would ask.

So I got up and waited in the long line until it got to be my turn.

"Hi, I'm a big fan. I actually have a question for Sapnap." He nods towards me.

"If you were a hound dog, would you be crying all the time?" He looked at me funny before replying.

"Uh, no..." I felt a little embaressed as he didn't get it quick but by the time I sat down he mumbled words in what I could only describe as painful starstruck-ness.

"It's August! Wait! Was that August?" Everyone kind of looked around trying to find me which got me nervous they actually would.

So I did what any normal person would do, I left and sat out in the car.

TwitchCon ended at 8 but some streamers waited around for fans who weren't able to meet them, my friends included. I was texted to come to them because there was an ice cream place around the corner they wanted to go to but they wanted to walk instead of drive. Something about reducing pollution but it doesn't really help the stop of pollution cause we're just gonna drive home. So I went to them not realizing there was going to be other streamers there and they were going to join us for ice cream.

"Everyone meet August, August meet everyone." I wave and say hello to them before standing behind a friend of mine to hide from everyone.

Not like I wasn't comfortable showing my face, I'm just not good with talking to people in person. It's common in people nowadays.

"Hey, August. Nice shirt." Dream said from beside me. It seems like the fans were clearing up and we were now slowly moving from the venue to the ice cream shop.

"Oh, thanks. And thanks for letting me borrow it." He smiles and says it's no problem.

"Hello my other nutella enthusiast." George says from behind. Sapnap walked beside him, paying attention to his phone more than trying not to trip over a hole in the ground.

"Maybe you should get off your phone before you trip and die." I comment which earns me a mean face from Sapnap.

"Maybe you should focus on yourself instead of being so obsessed with me." I shrugged him off with a 'dumbass' before continuing my way towards the shop, slowly making my way towards the front of the line to be with my friends.

Now I'm not going to lie through my crooked teeth that I didn't like Sapnap. In the beginning I did, before I knew the real him. I thought he was cute when he first showed his face, but after going onto the early days of the SMP and being attacked with insults on a daily basis from him, the feeling slowly dwindled till all that was left was hatred. Now I won't lie, he's still attractive but I would never, ever, become friends with him, never mind be his girlfriend.

We nearly ran the place out of ice cream as the last person ordered but I'm sure they didn't mind. Ranboo, who is canonically my son, made small talk with me as we ate our ice cream.

"Sapnap's looking at you." He said with a smirk as he motions behind me. I don't turn around as I scoop up the last bit of ice cream.

"And I care, why?" He puts his hands up like it was simple.

"Because you guys are meant to be!" I laughed which he then went onto explain all the lore behind our love.

"Us getting together is as likely as you and Donald Trump getting together." He huffs, evidently done with me being stubborn about the topic at hand.

The next day of TwitchCon, I was walking around again, but I wasn't alone. The Dream Team were following me around like lost dogs because they didn't have anything to do until later that day.

"CONNAAR!" I yelled running up to him.

"Wassup, Baby!" He screamed back as he hugged me super tight.

We conversed for a little while until George started complaining of being hungry and wanting to check out what food there was. So we said our goodbyes and made our way to the food court where Dream and George got in line immediately and I stayed behind answering a text on my phone.

"Oooo who's J <3?" Sapnap said from over my shoulder.

"None of your business, Nick." And with that, I walked away annoyed.

After all of us getting our food we sat down and ate, occasionally getting asked for pictures, excluding me. After all that excitement, we walked around again, going outside every now and again to get some fresh air.

"Hey, August? I'm sorry for snooping on your personal things." I hear from beside me.

I look at Sapnap like he had three heads.

"Did you just apologize?" He sheepishly nods before hiding in his phone again.

He looks up one last time and I smile and mouth 'Thank you' before continuing on to exploring the venue.

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The bar was packed full to the brim, either with drunk people or sober designated drivers. I was one of the drunk people. I've had exactly 3 shots and a couple margaritas which brings me to the situation that I was in. Sitting beside Sapnap, practically on top of him, while he listened to me ramble on about my job. He was sober, I think.

"And it's not even like I need to advertise things for money, I make enough as is!" He laughs as I slur a bit.

"Why aren't we friends?" I ask suddenly. It surprises both of us, though it doesn't affect my intoxicated mind as much.

"Well, it's because we just can't agree on things." I nod and put my head on the table. The music was giving me a headache and it seemed like most of the friend group was done with the bar as well.

As we walked out, Dream tripped on a brick and fell onto the sidewalk. He laughed it off as his face started to bleed, he also had a couple cuts in other places. His friends hurriedly got him back to their hotel, which I also went to as I didn't know where else to go. They had a two queen bed room attached to another two queen bed room.

"Ooo this is nice! Gurl!!" I continued to quote the tiktok sound loudly until Sapnap puts a hand over my mouth.

"Come on, lets get you to bed." I mumble a 'take me out to dinner first' line under my breath as he took me to the other room where George was staying.

He took my shoes off and tucked me into bed.

"Goodnight, August. See you in the morning." He turned off the light and shut the door. Before I fell asleep I heard banging and strings of curse words from the three boys as they tried to handle a drunk Dream.

I awoke without my jeans on or bra, kind of concerning but the gentle talking from next door calmed my thoughts. Quickly putting both articles of clothing on, I walked through the door and into the other room.

"Holy shit, what happened to you Dream?" He laughs but its stopped by a whince.

"He fell when he was drunk, but we kind of took a while to tell him and he posted saying he did it in his sleep." I laughed at Georges comment as I look around for my phone.

"Oh, you dropped it on the dresser, here." Sapnap handed me my phone, lots of notifications popped up as soon as it turned on.

"Shit, I gotta go. My friends are gonna start calling the cops." I call one of my friends as she picks up instantly.

"Let me walk you out and get you an uber." I nod, not hearing him so well as I'm listening to the death threats I'm getting for not coming home.

The ride home was long, but the chastising I got was longer. And it did not end till we walked through the doors of TwitchCon for our third and final day. It was Twitch Rivals and I just stood in the background shots of the streams going on. It was actually pretty hilarious to watch everyone rage about losing a game. I sometimes went over and talked to George whenever Sapnap and him took a break.

"You know, Nick's a little embarrassed about losing so many games. I think he's trying to impress you." George said smugly.

"There's other girls he's probably trying to impress, like Slyvvy or Hannah." George shook his head.

"No August, he likes you." And with that the conversation was dropped as Sapnap and Dream came back and talked with George before the next round.

I couldn't believe what I was just told. Him liking me? Bullshit. He's cursed me out since the day we met. Sure he does some nice things every once and a while but that's it. He can't possibly like me. But as I look up, I catch him staring, which he tries to play off as looking around the arena.

Oh my god, he might like me.

Should i make a part 2? I feel like i should idk. idk who would even be reading this. im literally just writing throw up at this point. maybe ill make a part two but only if requested ig. I will probably forget I posted this and not even make a part two but idk maybe. this is just word throw up now. The last part, where the bar scene starts, was actually going to be part 2. Yes I was already making part two before you even requested it. but i only ended it here because i dont think people would read this.

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levi-supreme · 2 years

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Hi there! I’ve got a self-shipping question for you, I’m in love with the reivi ship 💖

How does Levi act when he’s jealous over you? I think he’d be a little annoyed by his partner’s jealousy, but he’s not immune to the feeling lol. I love you ❤️

Hiiiii anon!!! 🥺 thank you for loving Reivi and for entertaining me <3 I am very touched!!! I love you very much too ❤️

Haha I've actually answered this jealousy topic over here, but I am more than happy to answer and elaborate on this again 🥰I'll talk about both Levi and I when we're jealous!! Please enjoy some cheesiness and jealousy/possessiveness XD

It's quite obvious that between us, I am the more jealous and possessive one XD I'm the crazy wife that checks my husband's phone and reads through his messages, checks his phone gallery, and looks at who he liked on Instagram etc. Well... you can't blame me when Levi is so good-looking and attractive, right???? On top of that, I am a pretty insecure person especially when it comes to this, so I feel extra possessive of Levi.

I show my possessiveness over Levi and flaunt our relationship through things like wearing matching shirts or shoes, watches, spectacles, phone brands, phone covers etc. We even have matching display pictures on our social media accounts, and I make sure his phone's lock screen and home screen are our photos (or any family photos) 😂 and like you mentioned, Levi does get annoyed about it haha, but he still does it anyway. He lowkey loves being matchy with me hehe.

If we can't wear couple outfits, we'll colour coordinate our clothes!! Like, we may have a denim theme, or our tops and bottoms will have matching colours. It's my way of showing him off to the world that yes, indeed, this hot guy beside me is taken. Women still try to hit on him even though he's married with four kids 🙄 it's like they all can't see his wedding ring on his finger 🙄

To be honest, Levi doesn't get many opportunities to show me his jealous side though, since I don't really receive stares from others (haha). But!! When we're out with the children, he gets really protective. Somehow, when we're out with the kids, we get a lot more stares than usual (is it because we look too young to have four kids? Lol), and Levi gets really annoyed by it. He always makes sure that his arm is around me when we're out, and he holds me reaaaaaaaaally close to him by my waist too.

I like wearing shorts, and Levi has a love-hate relationship whenever I wear shorts out haha. He loves staring at my thighs but he also hates it when people (guys) stare at me too 😂 he loves it when I flaunt my thighs in shorts and jeans but he hates it when people look (what is this logic???). So, like what I mentioned above, he always holds me by the waist and keeps me close to him haha.

Also, he doesn't really post on social media much, but when he does, he always subtly include me inside to show me off hehe. Like, he'll repost my Instagram stories that I tagged him in, or if he's posting something, you can see me in the background even though I'm not in focus 🥰

So... the tl;dr answer: Rei is the more jealous and possessive person in the relationship, but Levi's jealousy and logic can be very weird sometimes XD

#anon.asks #rei.answers #levi x rei #reivi #anon i love this so much #thank you for sending me this <3 #i hope i answered your question!!!#please feel free to send me more hehe

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ladywynne · 2 years

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I posted 1,000 times in 2022

That's 617 more posts than 2021!

57 posts created (6%)

943 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@nowritingonthewall

@stormkobra-5

@nikolatexla

@mccnknightstcrdst

@bensolothelastskywalker

I tagged 515 of my posts in 2022

Only 49% of my posts had no tags

#moon knight - 167 posts

#marc spector - 62 posts

#steven grant - 47 posts

#lwmarvelmonday - 35 posts

#poe dameron - 33 posts

#lwswwednesday - 26 posts

#jake lockley - 23 posts

#lwasoiaffriday - 20 posts

#andor - 19 posts

#star wars - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 78 characters

#but actually i identify with marc because he seems closed off but feels deeply

My Top Posts in 2022:

Heart and Soul: You and Marc are expecting. Now you just need a name.

Disclaimer: I am not Jewish nor do I have DID. I have no intention to offend in any way. If I have and let me know so I can change it. I just wanted to share this sweet moment.

TW: pregnancy

Purest fluff, please enjoy!

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Today was a special day. Today you and Marc held hands as you listened to your little one's heartbeat. You both gazed at the grainy image on the screen, transfixed by the miraculous flutter of new life.

Today was a special day. Today you learned you were having a son.

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That night you are half-sitting in bed with Marc, your head rests on his chest as you discuss baby names. Marc's hand moves over your growing belly, gently caressing.

"What about Bartholomew?" you ask with a smile, hoping the suggestion will cause a similar response in Marc.

It does, and you are rewarded with a soft chuckle. "What're you trying to do to the kid? He's going to have enough to deal with, what with the whole "my three dads" thing going on."

You hum in a noncommittal way, not wanting to disturb the peace of the moment with any heavy discussion. You do tilt your head up so you can see Marc's face for a moment. He is serene, no telltale crease between the brows. He know you are checking on him, and he dips his head to give you a gentle kiss that says he is all right.

You relax back against him, "Something simple then."

After a moment Marc's fingers still and he spreads his hand over your bump. "What about your dad? We could use his name if you like."

You shake your head. "No. I don't want to honor him that way. I barely knew him, really. Besides, his name was Harold."

"Okay....scratch that."

You know better than to ask about family names on his side.

You fall into an easy silence, comforted by the strong, steady heart thumping beneath your ear. So different from the small rapid one that thrilled you both earlier in the day. You'd really love the baby's name to mean something, have some connection or significance for your husband. You know Marc feels unsure about his fitness as a father. He carries so much, feels so much. He deserves to have an extra, special connection with his son. You want to give it to him.

Finally, it comes to you.

You slowly raise your hand to touch the gold around his neck. Looking up at him, you ask softly, "What about David?"

Marc doesn't say anything for a breath. Then he takes your hand, securing it against his heart. When he finally bends to place his forehead against yours you know you did the right thing.

"David is perfect."

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So I spent summer 2022 watching Oscar Isaac. Here are my very subjective favorites!

Annihilation - I love Kane. That southern drawl. Plus I teach biology and I am a believer. I get Kane and Lena's dynamic. It is fascinating, and I am glad they still love each other. I want to read the book now.

The Promise - Mikael Boghosian is such a sweetheart, so gentle. The beginning when he is at Constantinople is beautiful and so is the way he cares for Maral.

Star Wars sequel trilogy - Everyone's favorite flyboy, Poe Dameron! I was pretty biased for The Force Awakens even before this Oscar Isaac kick. It is so much fun, and I remember how I was a kid again the minute I heard the theme in the theater and saw those scrolling words. Poe has so much joy in this movie too.The Last Jedi and The Rise of Skywalker are good too.

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Oscar Isaac...

I can see that 😆⬇️

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87 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

Top Ten Characters I'd kiss for Christmas or New Year's.

Thanks to @riderj123 for the tag! It's never too late, right?

In no particular order.

Jaskier (season 2) - I'm scared too. I'm scared that one day, the muses will stop speaking to me. Because who are we when we can no longer do the one thing we were put on this Continent to do?

Ned Stark - We Can't Afford To Fight A War Amongst Ourselves.

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102 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Waking to the Rain

A Moon Knight drabble.

A tiny moment. You have been married to Marc and Steven for years. No more Moon Knight. No more Khonshu. Simply being with them and waking with them. On AO3 here.

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Lying in bed with them is such a blessing every night. To feel their nearness, their warmth, and to hear their deep even breathing. Steven had told you they used to be unable to sleep, but all that is in the past. They sleep peacefully with you every single night.

Waking up is even more beautiful. It is usually Steven, the early riser, who greets you with a smile, the tip of his finger touching the tip of your nose. “’ello luv. Sleep well?” he would say before kissing your cheek and cheerfully rising to greet the day.

Today though, it is Marc. You open your eyes to find him watching you in the soft light, rain falling gently against the window. One side of his mouth curls up in greeting.

You smile sleepily back. “This is a nice surprise.”

“Wanted to see you.” Marc’s voice is rough from sleep. “You’re beautiful in the morning.”

“So are you.” You reach for his shoulder and pull him to you, not caring about anything but him. Marc leans over and kisses you, a sweet and gentle meeting of lips. It conveys so much - a deep and genuine love, unrushed and precious.

You think he will get up and dress but he doesn’t. Instead Marc grunts and gathers you in, your back pressed against him. “Let’s go back to sleep,” he mumbles. Nothing ever sounded so good.

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rainey-staerie-daize · 11 months

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You wanna know something I've realized?

This week is supposed to be my "birthday week" because I was sick on my actual birthday (and I still am, by the way), but almost nobody's been acting like it.

If I'm not counting the $100 bill in my birthday card from my mom, my only actual presents were from Kare, my seven-year-old sister. They were a painted rock and 15 signs with various nicknames taped around the house. Most of the nicknames are things I've never been called. And yes, 15. She just told me I missed one when I was taking them down.

For extra reference of why I'm kinda salty:

Xan had Mario-themed birthday decorations up for his birthday. On my day, his decorations were still up. Forget my own decorations. His were still up! They'd still be up if I didn't take them down the day after my birthday.

Mom never knows what to get me. Always blanks. (Wow, say you never got to know me and my interests without saying it.) So I made an Amazon wishlist. The original reason I made the list, actually. And she usually asks me for the link every year, because she always loses it. She never asked this year.

I was met with attitude when I asked if Mom bought the body wash I wanted when she got home from the store, but she bought Xan DLC for a game today.

Mom also sat and played that game with Xan today. On my actual birthday, she took a nap.

Mom spent around $200 on Xan's presents to my knowledge, while I got that $100 in a card. She was complaining about the price in a group chat actually, saying she doesn't want Xan to be disappointed. Meanwhile, this has been the most disappointing birthday I've ever had. More effort was made for my first, and I don't even remember it. And this year was my golden birthday, the one I've been looking forward to for a couple of years, actually.

The kicker? The reason that makes every previous bullet point infuriating? I forget to clean up sometimes. People also tend to find me annoying, even if I try not to be. My bad, I guess. But Xan's a legitimate asshole. Take yesterday, for example: he called me an idiot and a liar repeatedly. Screaming it. I'm neither of those things, mind you. And why? Because I was trying to get him to clean up (because Mom told me to have the littles pick up for our "Halloween party") and be kind. That's it. But I was met with screaming because I unplugged the Firestick, because, y'know, he wasn't listening. And at some point, he went to his room so he couldn't hear me try to talk sense into him (which I was honestly grateful for, because I didn't wanna hear him anymore), so Kare finally got a TV turn (because Xan was hogging it all day). And he later came out, stole the remote, and changed her movie (Nimona) back into his stupid YouTube videos. And even better: I was also met with Mom being angry at me for unplugging the Firestick when she got home from buying Halloween candy! What does she expect me to do if he doesn't listen to me? Nothing, like she does? Excuse me, but I'm not a doormat, and I'll never be sorry about that. Seriously, though, what was I supposed to do? I'm not allowed to smack him, and I can't think of anything besides taking away the screens. He's ten by the way, and I used to say he sounds two when he screams, but no, I change that comparison to "insane." Might legitimately be a narcissist, but I have no way of warning his therapist. (And I'm still salty he has a therapist, which I've wanted for years.) I've told Mom to bring up narcissism with his therapist, but I'm pretty sure she hasn't. She wants to make it seem like our household is "normal" to the public, which is bullshit.

For a few years now, I've felt like the joy my mother has had on my birthday has been fake. On the day of, she's always acted like I'm such a blessing, and will make a Facebook or Instagram post with old pictures, talking about how much she loves me. Meanwhile, she has had no problem yelling at me on the 22nd and 24th. I'm pretty sure she doesn't even like me.

I don't know whether to be glad or disappointed that she has finally decided to stop being so fake.

#if this is a little disorganized fuck it #my mind's a mess #and Kare never did get her TV turn by the way #Mom just let Xan keep watching stupid YouTube videos even when i brought it up #my mom seems to have a favorite and it's the WRONG CHILD #and for a woman who hates HOW i babysit my siblings she sure does leave them with me a lot #go hire an actual sitter #raine's daize #Xan was also questioning earlier in the week why i get a birthday week #boy shut the FUCK up #he got a birthday week!#and he was actually the center of Mom's attention all that week!

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 3 years

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Do you have any thoughts about the clones situation? I only mostly hear about it from anti-Jedi people and how "being nice slavers doesn't change the fact that they are slavers", so I was wondering if you have anything to say or any post to recommend?

There's a perfect post by @trickytricky1 but I want to say a few more things. This thread right here is also pretty good.

The issue with the Clones is that it's pretty much impossible to examine their in-universe treatment without taking the irl writing decisions into account: namely, that most of what we know to be very, very wrong with the Clones' situation is barely acknowledged by the creative team, to the point we can pretty much assume they just don't care beyond what's convenient for a plotline. I mean, beside a few select characters Filoni is particularly fond of, the majority of the Clones are narrative props: they're here to be killed off to heighten the tension, to be comic relief, or to highlight a particular trait of the Jedi they're serving under - and of course, they're here to execute Order 66. I love them to bits and it often annoys me, but it's true. Just look at how little anybody irl seems to care about Cody, arguably the second most important clone in the franchise and the most important clone within the army: he barely got any screentime in TCW and was instantly sidelined out of the one arc where he had a chance to be the lead, he didn't appear in Rebels, and he wasn't even mentioned in TBB s1 despite his role in the squad's creation. Or consider how the Clones being overgrown children who should look only 20-ish and behave very differently from normal adults is never properly brought up - not even in Rebels where Rex is treated like a old geezer instead of the 30 year old he is, or in TBB, or with Cut whose adopted children are maybe five years younger than he is. We have to face it: the story never was and never will be about the Clones, and so the writers don't seem to think much about their condition a lot of the time.

Hence why I feel like when characters don't behave like they ought to regarding the Clones, it's often not so much that the narrative is telling us there's an issue, and more like the writers couldn't be bothered to explore that particular theme. I'm not just saying that in relation to the Jedi: Suu Lawquane marrying a 12 year old (who is supposed to look 24 but really look 50 because of the animation) is not framed as insanely wrong on all levels, for example. Also, we don't ever see Bail and Padmé speaking up for Clone rights. Realistically, given what we know of their personalities, would they have? Probably, yes! Their silence very likely has nothing to do with a moral failure that the audience is supposed to recognize, and everything to do with nobody irl thinking that would be a good storyline.

As for the Jedi's relationship with the Clones, what I always got from it is this: the Jedi were drafted along with the Clones, couldn't do a lot about the whole situation, befriended them just so Order 66 could be extra heartbreaking, and we weren't meant to dig too deep and find loopholes or what-could-have-beens or alternate ways it could have gone down, because Order 66 was pretty much written in stone. The Jedi were always going to die, as far back as ANH, before there were even Clones in the Clone Wars - and they were going to be friends with the Clones before the Clones were even fully people (think about all the nice interactions between Obi-Wan and Oddball or Obi-Wan and Cody in RotS, back when the Clones obeying Order 66 was that they really had very little will of their own). The more and more messed-up implications of the slave army came along the more the Clones got humanized for the sake of angst, but the beats of the store were already there.

I already went a bit into this tension between what we see onscreen and the issues the writers didn't feel like exploring here (on a post about Obi-Wan's behavior on the Citadel).

Now, forgetting all the irl stuff, are the Jedi actually slavers? I'd argue that they aren't. The Senate voted to have an army - it's a big plot point in AotC. The Sith paid the Kaminoans and fabricated the war. Jango sold his DNA. The Senate drafted the Jedi. ("A lot of people say, “What good is a lightsaber against a tank?” The Jedi weren’t meant to fight wars. That’s the big issue in the prequels. They got drafted into service, which is exactly what Palpatine wanted." - George Lucas)

That particular dead horse has already been beaten, but what were the Jedi supposed to do beside fight side by side with the Clones? Not fight? So Sidious could declare them traitors to the Republic ahead of schedule? Fight and petition for Clone rights (which, again, is an issue never touched upon in canon one way or another after Slick - whom I'll get to later - so we simply can't say that they never tried)? Like Sidious was ever going to let legislation hindering his plans pass? They were caught between a rock and a hard place, which was always the point of the war. Damned if you do and damned if you don't.

What's more, the majority of the Clones don't think the Jedi are slavers (see first posts linked and posts linked below), with the notable exception of Slick. The majority of the Clones we see love the Jedi, and we know it's not a case of blind hero-worship, because they are very quickly suspicious of Krell and don't hesitate to take him down.

I feel like Slick was a bit of a red herring, because he came along very, very early (s1ep16) - way before we had any indication of that the chips would be a thing. He feels a lot like a reminder that 'hey, this story is going to end badly' because the Clones will turn on the Jedi and kill them all rather than an actual exploration of the messed up slave army deal - because Slick is unequivocally characterized as a villain. He killed a lot of his own brothers, didn't deny that Ventress had offered him money, tried to frame a member of his own squad for his actions, and was perfectly ready to kill Rex and Cody for all his talk of loving his brothers. The post I linked goes into a bit more, but he's not a desperate innocent.

Finally, there's the problem that the majority of the Clones we see want to fight for the Republic. The cadets from Boba's Death Trap episode (s2ep20) are excited to meet Jedi and get to fight. 99 wants nothing more than to be a good soldier. The Domino Squad want to pass, and their episodes present them going off to the front like a victory - even when we already know they're marching to their death. Choosing to fight is Rex's whole arc in the Deserter episode (s2ep10):

CUT: Come on, Rex, admit it. You've thought about what your life could look like if you were to also leave the army, choose the life you want. REX: What if I am choosing the life I want? What if I'm staying in the army because it's meaningful to me? CUT: And how is it meaningful? REX: Because I'm part of the most pivotal moment in the history of the Republic. If we fail, then our children and their children could be forced to live under an evil I can't well imagine. CUT: If you were to have children, of course. But that would be against the rules, wouldn't it? Isn't that what somebody programmed you to believe, Captain? REX: No, Cut, it's simply what I believe. It doesn't matter if it's my children or other people's children. Does that meet with your approval?

Yes, it's incredibly karked from our perspective - you have millions of boys who were spoon fed propaganda about a Republic that doesn't care about them and that they barely know, and in the end their sacrifices amounted to very little... But - and I'm genuinely asking here - wouldn't denying them the right to find their identity in their role as protectors be demeaning too? Obviously they deserve so, so much better, but TCW still treats their choice to fight proudly as meaningful. And in the end, it wasn't entirely for nothing either: the Jedi and the Clones did save billions of people according to Hera.

What we were supposed to take away from the Jedi-Clones interactions in the Prequels imo isn't 'the Jedi were nice slavers' but really that they were the Clones' best and only friends.

Mace spends a lot of his screentime protecting them. We see most of the Council protecting or saving Clones at least once each. Really, the Jedi are constantly shown saving the Clones or caring about them: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Again, @trickytricky1 has some of the best content: this compilation vid is particularly great. I'm pretty sure Sidious gave the Jedi the Clone army (and not the droid army) because he counted on the Jedi's compassion towards the Clones and their eventual trust in them to work in his advantage (see this thread) - and heartbreakingly enough, he was right.

Imo, TCW and later Rebels - and even, to a lesser extent, RotS - always portrayed the Jedi and the Clones as close friends and the karked up circumstances don't change that. They don't have a 'nice slavers & their slaves' dynamic, they are friends.

There's a reason why the first TCW episode was about Yoda telling three Clones how unique and important they all are (see here or here). There's a reason why we see the Clones being so protective of their Generals (see Boil and Obi-Wan here). There's a reason why Obi-Wan so passionately condemned Grievous for having an army with no loyalty and no spirit (here). There's a reason we got this:

They were best friends. The entirety of Star Wars failing to address enough just how terribly the Republic treated the Clones doesn't take away from that.

That makes the whole Jedi-Clone story a whole other level of tragic, where the Jedi genuinely tried to know and care for their men because there really wasn't anything else to do, and the Clones were grateful for that, and in the end both the Order and the Clones were used and destroyed. No matter how badly some themes and plotlines might have been handled, I genuinely can't ever believe that we were meant to see the Jedi as slavers in this situation, as opposed to victims - albeit in a different way than the Clones - who were doing their best.

#ask #anonymous #long post #meta #my meta #jedi and clones #commander cody #captain rex #jedi order #jedi positivity #in defense of the jedi #fives #obi-wan kenobi #jedi council #mace windu #yoda #slick

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Breaking Point - Locked Out

Pairing: Hockey Player Eijiro Kirishima x f!Reader

Warnings: CURRENTLY: NOTHING besides cursing - I'll post warnings per chapter but please be aware smut will happen, along with other adult themes. Minors, please do not interact.

Contains: Fluff <3, mentions of alcohol & makeouts

Summary: College was full of interesting people. Particularly one large man who got himself locked out of his apartment whilst bleaching his hair...

WC: 919

A/N: PLEASE READ THIS! I decided since my smut piece, Breaking Point seems to be being enjoyed, I thought I'd let you guys read the first little bit of the fic I pulled it from. There is a whole lot more to this story that I'd like to post in time but, I hope you enjoy these pieces of it for now.

THIS IS A QUIRKLESS AU, ALL CHARACTERS ARE SOPHOMORES IN COLLEGE!

Thanks!

It wasn't unusual to hear people at all hours of the day and night where you chose to live. And, in the month you'd lived in the off-campus housing, you'd gotten pretty damn good at tuning it all out.

Looking back, you laughed at the ridiculous image you had when first applying for the two-bedroom apartment with your best friend. You'd be off the university campus, out of dorms! It'd be nice and quiet, good for studying. Only people who pay this much extra would care about their grades!

Ha.

You couldn't have been more wrong.

The parties were constant. Usually smaller during the weekdays but the moment Friday rolled around, you swore the drinking and debauchery didn't end until the wee hours of Monday morning. So, when you arrived home at 10 PM on a Friday night things were only just beginning.

You climbed the stairs up to the third floor, walking around people shotgunning beers, tossing a football, and a full on makeout session just to get to your door. Number 309. Home sweet home.

"Guys! This isn't fucking funny!" Just three doors down from you, a large man was banging on the corner apartment's door with his fist. Despite everything going on around you, his frustration was heard loud and clear. "If I don't wash this stuff out it's gonna burn my damn hair! Come ooon!"

So, the pink-tinged towel around his shoulders wasn't some drunken fashion statement. That was when you noticed the shine of goop in his hair, light purple, bleach. He continued yelling but whoever was on the other side of the door obviously wasn't listening or they just didn't care and he gave up after about a minute.

"Just gonna go wash it out at the damn locker room and hope for the best." He grumbled as he walked by you with a quick, "'Scuse me."

The words fell out of your mouth before your brain had a chance to close it. "I have a functioning shower."

He stopped and it didn't go unnoticed that he was the tallest person in the hall, maybe the broadest too. Slowly he turned around with a finger poking the center of his very broad chest. "Me?"

You nodded, deciding it was too late to spin around and pretend like you didn't just offer what you had. "Yeah. Bleach can be unforgiving. It'll take you at least fifteen minutes to get to any of the sports facilities and your ends will be fried by then."

The man beamed brighter than the damn sun. "Thank you!" You opened the door and flicked on the light. Fumbling with your bags, you opted to just set them down on the loveseat and walk him down the short hall to the bathroom. "The blue bottles are for color-treated hair. And, sorry, I don't think the showerhead's gonna be tall enough for you."

He might have looked like a large, beefy giant, but when he smiled, you didn't find a single thing intimidating about this man.

He visibly resisted the urge to palm the back of his neck since bleach. "I'm kinda used to ducking in showers by now. This is great. Really! Thank you so much!"

"Right then. I'll just leave you to it." You gave your best, please-don't-like-I'm-awkward laugh and started to close the door.

"Uh, wait a sec, this is bleach. Do you have a specific towel you want me to use? I wouldn't wanna ruin a good one."

Pretty smile and thoughtful. Well, that was a lethal combination. You muttered about how obviously it would stain everything while pulling out one of your own dye-covered towels from the hall closet and handing it over to him with thanks.

The moment the door closed, your stomach let out a fierce roar in hunger. "Yeah, I hear ya." You grumbled and returned to your bags. Moving around the kitchen, you put everything away and only left out what you needed to make a modest dinner. Well, you'd make enough for Suka too, whenever she'd get home.

You ended up prepping enough for a family of six, just like always.

The water to the shower shut off just as you were adding rice to the pan and shortly after, heavy footsteps were heard from down the hall. "Where would you like your towel?"

"Oh, you can just leave it on-" You looked over towards him and your mouth nearly dropped open. He bleached his hair so you expected maybe a nice blonde, platinum even, but what you were looking at was a man with shoulder-length Cheeto orange hair. And again, your mouth spoke before your brain could stop it. "That, um, that sure is a nice shade of orange..."

His lips set in a straight line. "'S not finished. Some people like the Dorito look, I'm not one of them."

You just chuckled and took the towel from him, shooting it into the hamper back in the bathroom. "I look forward to seeing the end product. Whatever it might be."

He thanked you again for saving his ends. about to walk out of her apartment in his bare feet, "If they're, uh, still not letting you in, you're welcome to wait for them here. Until you prefer waiting out there in the insanity."

"You've been really sweet. I'll go check and let you know regardless."

It was only a few minutes later before he was knocking on your door again.

"Are ya hungry?"

#mha #mha y/n #mha reader insert #kirishima eijiro fluff #kirishima eijiro smut #kirishima smut #kirishima #eijiro kirishima #kirishima x y/n

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catreginae · 3 years

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Thou Shalt Not Fall: Master Post

This is the Master Post for all posted chapters of my Linked Universe AU, Thou Shalt Not Fall!

You can also find WIPs and other fun bits under the tag #catreginae: thou shalt not fall (or if you know, you wanna block it). I also have #thou shalt not fall: bite sized facts for small pieces of information for Vampire!Warriors! My ask box is also open for any questions or comments regarding this AU!

Story Summary: Legend notices some pretty weird things about Warriors but as it turns out, there's a good reason for that. Warriors was cursed and now he's a vampire.

Warnings: though each chapter will have more potential warnings, be wary of blood, blood drinking, and graphic depictions of gore and violence as an overall theme.

Chapter Links: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] - [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] - [31] - [32]

Archive of Our Own Link!

Look at fanart here!

Chapter summaries under the cut!

Observations: They were all weird, but Warriors? He was extra weird. Legend notes his observations of all the weird things that Warriors does and the weird things that happen to him.

Opening the Flood Gates: Naturally, there are a lot of questions when you find out that one your teammates needs to drink blood to survive.

Answering Wind's Most Important Question: Wind finds the answer to his most important question: if Warriors drinks blood from a drunk person, will he also become drunk?

The Joys of Invitation: Warriors doesn’t know why he has to be invited into a house, but he does know it’s rather inconvenient.

The Big Sleep: Sometimes, Sky wasn't the last one to wake up.

Royal Blood: Warriors needs blood to survive, but not all blood is particularly… useful to him.

'Tis Just a Flesh Wound: He gets better.

Declaration of War: Warriors and animals don't necessarily get along.

Hunger: Sometimes, Warriors gets a little too hungry.

Ravio Ruins Legend's Night: Unbeknownst to Legend, Time isn't the only vampire expert.

Warrior's No Good, Very Bad Day: Warriors faces one of his biggest foes - the sun.

The Bad Mint: Warriors finds the worst possible candy to suck on.

Vermilion Sky, Vermilion Eyes: Warriors encounters the blood moon.

Warriors vs The Wall: Warriors once again contends with the joys of invitation - but for science, this time.

A Bitter Meal: Warriors is, unfortunately, all too familiar with the bitter taste of some certain plants.

A Sad Tea Party: Warriors is confronted by three, worried friends.

Threatened and Threatening: no summary.

Dungeon Therapy: Warriors finally takes about his feelings.

A Midnight Snack: Legend wakes up to find that he can't sleep beside a buddy in peace.

The Past - Homecoming: Link, Mask, and Tune all return from the final battle with Cia, but Link doesn't seem to be feeling better.

The Past - Quarantine: Link wakes up in a place he doesn't recognize, but that's the least of his problems.

The Past - Teaching Old Vampires New Tricks: The vampires try to train Link in all things vampire… but it doesn't go the way it usually goes. The vampires begin to realize that Link isn't quite the same as the other vampires.

The Past - Return to the Castle: Link might be a vampire now, but he still had a role to fulfill.

Monster Guts - Wild gets some help harvesting monster parts.

Dungeon Crawl - Warriors gets to actually explore a dungeon for the first time and he's not impressed. His determination to speed up the process leads Warriors to discover new things about himself.

Vampire Field Surgery - Warriors has an unwanted hitchhiker from a battle… but he has an unconventional method to get rid of it!

The Better Mint - Four finally has a chance to work on a project he had in mind for a while - making something Warriors can actually put in his mouth if he wanted to tasted iron so badly.

Warriors vs Animals - It's Twilight's turn to show everybody his home. It goes great for everybody except for Warriors, who has to contend with the fact that he's in a village full of animals who don't like him.

Warriors and the Fog: Everybody is still in Ordon and Warriors can't help but to think there is something wrong about that. They can't just be here for a vacation, right?

The Munchies: Warriors has cravings. Intense cravings.

The Consequences of Hiding an Injury: Twilight forgets the most important rule to feeding your vampire friend: you need blood to spare.

Elena's Letter: Warriors receives a letter from his vampire mentor with some advice. He doesn’t understand why it’s so hard for everybody else to accept the advice.

#catreginae masterpost #catreginae: thou shalt not fall #linked universe #linked universe fanfic

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bemylord · 3 years

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ │ᴛɪᴛꜱ, ᴀꜱꜱ ᴏʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ

warnings: i didn't mean to hurt anyone and it's only my opinion. if you don't like - it's your choice, i'm not forcing you to read. kinda smut but sex not described.

↠ ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏᴊᴀ ʏᴜᴜ:

in my previous post i mentioned that yuu would be into boobs - small or big, it doesn't matter. after every single practice when he gets home, the best treatment would be to lay on your chest. the boy could fall asleep by hearing your heartbeat. head massage? it'll knock him out.

↠ ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ:

ass plus thighs. doesn't mind leaving on your butt cheek the mark of his palm. accurate to 99% would smack your ass in the public if some boy stares at you longer than five seconds, sort of label for you on whom you've should be focusing on.

↠ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ:

ass or boobs. if you've got a booty - would place his hands on it while cuddling. big/small tits - let 'em bounce while fucking you. tsukki would cup your breasts in his large palms if you feel pain while your period, massaging 'em. [boy into sucking tits]

↠ ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴏʏᴏ:

do you think he cares about the body? yeah, he cares if you've eaten well. other stuff - doesn't care. hinata loves you by the way you're, not because you've got big tits. your figure as an extra and sweet bonus but it isn't his priority.

↠ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜᴛᴏᴜ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ:

let me get it clear - everything. any female figure. small tits or big. if kuroo sees your pretty figure - he'll bound himself and yourself together. but i bet boy into chubby.

↠ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏᴏʀᴜ:

small tits but kinda thighs? quick explanation: oikawa likes to lay his head on your laps, kissing every area he can reach. belly or your palms when you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

↠ ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴀᴛᴏꜱʜɪ:

i've mentioned before that ushijima into spanking punishment, so, my answer is - ass. doesn't care about how big you've got, you couldn't have a way to escape if ushi wants to spank you.

↠ ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ ᴋᴏᴢᴜᴍᴇ:

the gamer boy into tits. like nishinoya, would probably take a nap on 'em. kenma lives to touch your nipples and bring you to orgasm by licking 'em. squeezes one nipple while making caress your swollen clit - otherwise, you could call it squirt.

↠ ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ᴋᴏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ:

uff, man doesn't care as hinata does, but. but. he's into thighs. grabbing your legs while sitting on the couch, placing 'em on his laps, just to squeeze 'em lightly or trace with his fingers on them.

↠ ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ:

ass and thighs. the perfect combo. he'd place on that area thousand of kisses before press his tongue into smth else. suna would promptly smack your butt as he sees you in the shorts.

↠ ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴏᴜꜱʜɪ:

again, you think this sweet boy would care about what your mother gave you? i bet no. i guess suga didn't even think about what he likes in your body. i mean, he adores you all, like hinata - the body as a pleasant bonus but nothing more.

↠ ꜱᴀᴋᴜꜱᴀ ᴋɪʏᴏᴏᴍɪ:

give him your body, girl, he doesn't need anything.. besides your tits. again and again, the size doesn't matter. sakusa loves to leave on your sensitive skin a dozen of hickeys as a reminder of a spicy night you had.

↠ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ:

the first miya likes your booty so. much. one peel on that part when you're wearing skinny jeans or leggings - an overwhelming look. might be jealous but smug bc he knows to whom your body belongs.

↠ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ:

the second miya into tits. small/big boy would grab 'em while you're cooking, keeping you from cooking. you allow him to place his palms as long as you feel his morning wood. [?]

↠ ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ:

tits and ass and thighs - all and everything. small/medium/big, he won't hold himself but cup his face your tits and grab your booty, carrying you to the bed, where iwa could cuddle you in that position.

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ok, i knew this theme may hurt girls, but, ok. i'll do a part two with jjk or aot if you'll like it. |put more # if you can|

abt sugawara: of course, your mother can't give a figure. i meant the meme type.

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amive2567 · 3 years

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Characters: Tamaki Amjiki x GNReader; Izuku Midoryia x FemReader; Shouto Todoroki x GNReader; Hitoshi Shinsou x GNReader; Katsuki Bakugou x GNReader

Warnings: mention of period, pranks, fluff, swearing, OOC characters (maybe?), suggestive themes in Bakugous part,

Summary: As a famous Herowatcher(Youtuber), you wanted to film a video about how your boyfriend's reaction to your prank.

Words: Tamaki:366 Izuku:532 Shouto:590 Hitoshi:416 Katsuki:528

In the last few weeks, you saw a lot of videos about partners pranking each other. There were different pranks they did, and you decided to pull the fainting prank on your boyfriend.

You both planned to train outside today. To record your prank, you set up a camera in a bush so that Tamaki wouldn't notice it. You felt a bit guilty about that what you were going to do. But still, you wanted to execute your plan. The sun was pretty warm, which gave you the perfect conditions to do this. You were doing jumping jacks but suddenly stopped.

Your prank is starting now. "Are you ok?" asked Tamaki, who noticed your behavior change. You nodded but stumbled to your water bottle. Before you could reach it, you "passed out". "Sunshine?" he froze in his tracks and was paralyzed as you tried not to react to his anxious cry for you. He kneeled beside you. His thumb caressed your cheek, and you felt that his hand was shaking. "Are you ok? Oh, I had to watch out better. If I only had reacted immediately, I am so sorry." his voice was breaking. He took your legs and held them high. He tried to stabilize your circulation. "Please wake up," mumbled Tamaki anxiously.

Now you decided to clear things off. "Darling, it's a prank," you said. "What? Why would you do that?" he asked, confused. "I saw it on the internet and wanted to try it, but I didn't want to scare you." You sat up and hugged him tightly.

After a couple of minutes, you broke away from him. "See, there is the camera." You pointed to the bush. Embarrassed, he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

After the two of you finished the actual training, you edited the video and posted it on Herowatch. In the next few days, the video had a couple of thousands of likes, views, and comments:

SuneaterfanNo.1: God, he was so worried about them. I wish I had such a boyfriend.

User219: I am feeling like a single pringle right now. :(

FanfictionAdict: Because of your videos, my expectations of getting a partner are way too high.

Precisely you tried to adjust the camera on a shelf between a bunch of All Might figures. You hoped he wouldn't notice the camera you put there. Izuku was still working, but he had to be home soon. That was the perfect moment to prepare your prank. You switched patiently between the different apps on your phone until a message popped up.

I am only changing and showering at the agency. After that, I will come home.

Alright, see you soon, love. Oh, could you please bring some chocolate on your way home?

Sure, see you, honey.

See you too.

You laid your phone on the nightstand, patiently waiting for your husband to come home. You feel bad pranking Izuku after his stressful day, saving the lives of probably many children and adults, but special situations needed special measures. It was probably totally worth it to see his reaction to your "horrible cramps". He was such a sweetheart. It would probably give him a heart attack. Well, now, with this thought, you felt a bit worse.

After some time passed, the door opened, and your boyfriend entered your decent flat. Now was your time to show the world that you didn't suck at acting. "I am home." shouted the green-haired pro hero through your flat. "In the living room." You tried to sound like you would be in pain.

Apparently, it was convincing in less than a second Izuku was next to you. "What happened? Where does it hurt?" Sometimes he was too observant for his own good. "My stomach hurts so much." "Oh, can you think of a reason? Did you eat something bad? I will get you a hot water bottle." He rushed to the open kitchen to prepare the hot-water bottle. "I am probably getting my period." You grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly. "Ahhh." you groaned extra dramatically. "Do you want to take some painkillers?" "Yes, please." He took the hot water bottle out of the microwave. With quick steps, he got back to your side. Gently, he took away the pillow and replaced it with the water bottle. "I get you the painkillers." With those words, he rushed to the bathroom.

"We don't have any painkillers." Shouted Izuku apologetically. "That's fine." "I can buy you some. You shouldn't have to be in pain, honey." He came back to you. "There is no need to." A mischievous smile spread across your face. "How can you smile when you're in pain?" "Because I am not." If you got asked who best embodied a question mark, it would be your husband. "What?" "It was a prank." you laughed. "See, there is the camera." You pointed toward the pile of All Might figures. His shoulders lost the tension, and he hugged you tightly. "I am glad you are alright."

On the same evening, you edited the video and uploaded it on Herowatch. Since you were the wife of the number one hero of Japan, the video went viral.

ASinglePerson: The poor man was so worried. He is such a cutie.

Deku'sgreatestfan: Ahhh, Deku is so great. I love him.

SomeoneYouWillNeverMeet: We need more Y/N x Deku videos. You guys are so cute.

Balancing on a ladder, you tried to mount the camera on the high bookshelf. You hoped Shouto wouldn't notice the camera you put on there. Since he was still working, you could prepare perfectly for your prank, or rather reaction video. The number of times you had already pranked him wasn't high, but every seldom time it was funny to see his reaction.

While waiting for Shouto to come home, you filmed your intro and arranged your new sleeping place on the couch. You waited patiently for him, and when the key in the door turned, you knew it was time to pull out your acting skills. Habitually you would greet him with a hug and a kiss, but today everything had to be like you planned it. "I am home." You needed to pull yourself together that you didn't answer. The silent treatment was the best thing you could think of at the moment. If you started to talk, you would probably tell him the truth. "Y/N?" asked the heterochromatic man again. You heard his tranquil steps coming closer to the living room.

As he entered the room, his eyes immediately locked with yours. His eyes were filled with confusion, seeing you on the couch covered in your blanket that you usually use to sleep. "Are you ok?" You nodded. Now it was getting serious. "Everything is fine. I merely want to sleep on the couch today." "Why?" "I think you can answer that yourself." The poor man had no clue what you were talking about. He knew he did the laundry, helped you with your documents at the agency, and made your food. What had he forgotten?

You pulled the blanket over your body to signal to him that this conversation is over. Without a word, he took out a book from the shelf, and you worried that he saw the camera. He sat down in the armchair next to the couch. The only sound you could hear was the flipping of the pages. At that moment, you loved him even more. He respected your privacy and decisions more than every other person in your life ever did. "I am going to sleep now, have a blessed night." He put a bookmark in the book and put it back on the shelf. You felt strange not to go with him to bed.

As he said, he went to bed, and the flat the two of you lived in was unusually quiet. It was strange laying alone in the dark. You were so used to his presence that you couldn't sleep. Now you regretted not clearing the prank. A ruffling sound in the darkness caught your attention. "Shouto?" you asked into the dark. "Y/N, I am so sorry. Whatever I did, I did it unintentionally. I never wanted to hurt your feelings. I can't sleep without you. Can I sleep next to you?" Quietly Shouto came closer to your unusual sleeping place. "Of course you can. I am so sorry. It was just a prank." You swung the covers aside and ran into his arms. Gladly, the moon lit up the living room so didn't walk into the furniture. "Let us go to bed," you suggested.

The next day, you edited the video and uploaded it. Since you were the lover of the number two hero in Japan, your video blew up.

randomperson: Where can you get a bf like this?

NoName: He is such a sweetheart. I wish I had such a boyfriend.

SingleLikeAPringle: I feel so single with your videos.

It was finally your day off of hero work, so you decided to drag Shinsou to a cat café. That was one of your two intentions. Your second intention was to prank him a bit. Your Foryoupage on TikTok particularly exploded with "What would you do if I go back to my ex." - Pranks. Since you developed a big community on Herowatch, you wanted to make a short video about it too.

Secretly you recorded the two of you entering the cat café. You know how much Hitoshi hated the attention, so you often recorded your videos alone. But not today. Today was the day the whole world can see that Y/N L/N has a boyfriend. Well, not today exactly, because you had to edit the video so that Hitoshi can't be seen properly. Besides, you didn't want him to make him feel uncomfortable. This was just a way to get rid of the creepy people of the internet.

You ordered your drinks, and Hitoshi was already occupied with stroking the first cat. You placed the camera inconspicuously on the floor, so only Hitoshi's legs could be seen. "You know if we broke up, I would go back to my ex." you suddenly said and waited for his reaction. He casually looked up from the cat and nodded. "That's fine. I would also like to go back to my ex." "What..?" you stuttered, trying not to choke on your saliva. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "You heard right. I would go back to my ex." "You're joking." "Maybe. Maybe not." Now he couldn't hold back small laughter.

"Alright, jokes aside. You're practically binge-watching all those "What would you do if I go back to my ex." - Pranks. I know what you were trying to do. We are both aware that we are the exes with whom we get back together." He said calmly. "You retrolled me," you exclaimed loudly. "That's what you get when you mess with me, kitty cat." he winked at you. "Yeah, whatever." you scoffed and petted the cat in your lap.

The next morning, you edited the video, and looking back on yesterday, it was a bit funny.

InternetAdict: He is a smart guy. You are a lucky person.

VoiceKink: His voice is so soothing. Can I get his voice somewhere?

LoveYou: Your videos are so great. We need more of your secret boyfriend. We don't even need to see his face. His voice is enough to make someone go weee.

It was a rare occasion that your boyfriend Katsuki was at home, but today was the day. Because of that, you had to take your chance. Since your boyfriend is the most observant person on this planet. There was no way to hid a camera, so you used your phone instead.

He was currently next to you in the kitchen and cooked dinner for both of you. You often volunteered to help him, but he said your cooking skills were worse than Todorokis, which was something you had never thought. The Bakusquad, and you still believe that he watched too many shows with Gordon Ramsay as a child. He definitely adopted his behavior in the kitchen. Only today, you tried to ignore him, only for the sake of seeing his reaction. You sat on the barstool in front of your kitchen counter and pretended to do something on your cell phone. Even if you were actually only filming. Let the fun begin.

"Oi, babe, pass me the curry." Usually, you would have corrected him about the way he demands things, but now you just ignored him. He turned around and watched you. "Alright, I am getting it myself." You looked so concentrated on your phone that he didn't want to distract you. It went on like this for what felt like hours until Katsuki was done with cooking your food. He put the steaming plate in front of you, then he sat down next to you. You were still on your phone, so Katsuki snatched it out of your hands. "Hey." You exclaimed and immediately covered your mouth with your hands. Great, now the prank was ruined. "Why are you covering your mouth like that. Are you finally gonna talk to me now?" Still, you wanted to last a bit longer, so you kept quiet. "Fine, then not."

The two of you ate in silence till Katsuki had enough. "Alright, dumbass, what's wrong? You usually never shut up, and now your all quiet and stuff. Did somebody hurt you? I'll beat their ass. They're gonna die." he growled. You had to suppress a chuckle. Sometimes he could be so caring. Well, at least in his own individual way. "Then don't talk to me. I didn't want to know it anyway." Now you couldn't stand it any longer. "Why are you laughing, dumbass?" he asked bewildered. "I was just kidding. Everything is fine. Never thought you'd care so much about me." "Yeah, I care about your stupid ass. Now I want an apology. A good one with physical effort, if you know what I mean." He winked, and you got it. The video you wanted to film was long forgotten as you dragged him closer to the bedroom.

In the evening, you found your phone on the counter. Immediately you started to edit this whole thing. You finished late at night and finally got to upload the video on Herowatch.

Tsunderefan123: He is such a tsundere, but a lovely one.

SingleMom: Every time I watch your videos where he is involved, I feel so single.

Adviceseeker: Tell me a secret, how can you get a guy like him?

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Once Upon a Merry Birthday

[Masterlist]

A 12 days of Fictmas story

Pairing: Drake Walker x (MC) Kate Walker

Books: TRR - TRH

Warnings: Swearing, Adult Themes, mentions Post Pardem Depression/Anxiety

Word count: 7000 +

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Twas the week before Christmas, and throughout the manor at Duchy Valtoria, decorating was in full swing. Everyone was in high festive spirits, since the weather had brought a fresh blanket of white sparkly snow to the ground, and a crisp chill to the air. Well almost everyone was feeling festive. The Duchess was the exception. Over the course of the preceding months she had been too preoccupied with the care of her baby girl, Brooklyn, to even think about holidays. Apart from the occasional official statement to the press regarding how the new Mother and the Princess Royal Heir were doing, they had pretty much kept away from the public eye.

Kate felt so proud of her husband Drake for stepping up and shouldering the extra responsibility while she needed to take a step back. He had insisted it wasn't any trouble, since he’d had Hana, King Liam, and occasionally Bertrand to offer him advice or guidance. But Kate couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt when she would find him sound asleep at his desk after a long day of Zoom meetings and diplomacy. She knew he was forcing himself outside of his common man comfort zone for her sake, and for the good of the Duchy. He'd even changed his work wardrobe to include dress shirts instead of his usual denim, at least from the waist up anyway.

Even after all of that, Drake was determined to do something special for Kate's Birthday. Being born a week before Christmas shouldn't mean your day couldn't be just as grand.

After putting Brooklyn down for a nap, they’re in their bedroom packing for a short trip away. Kate doesn't know what to pack, since Drake was being secretive as to their destination. She was already feeling the beginnings of anxiety over leaving Brooklyn behind. Sitting in the middle of the bed in her comfy oversized sweater and sweatpants, she has the speaker of the baby monitor resting in her lap. She’s only half engaged in paying attention to Drake, her ears keenly listening for the slightest sound from the nursery.

Drake packs a pair of bluejeans into his suitcase, hiding the dress slacks and socks he had already packed. Kate hadn't even noticed him picking out formal wear and putting it into a garment bag. Her own suitcase only contained an old t-shirt that she wore with a pair of shorts as sleepwear. Drake cringed at the thought of seeing her wear that again. Her wardrobe over the past seven months had consisted mostly of his baggy old sweats and t-shirts, or just an old t-shirt and boxer shorts under a robe. Although she showered periodically, and changed into clean things, her sloppy look was proof she wasn't making herself a priority. Drake missed the beautiful, all put together, woman who he’d fallen in love with. She was in need of a break from just being Mom, and Drake knew just how to do it. Kate deserved to feel special again, and not just feel needed by someone.

Drake packed his last few things and zipped up his suitcase. When he notices that Kate is still distracted he pulls his case off the bed and sets it down on the floor with a loud thud. She jumps with fright and he finally gets her attention.

Sitting down on the bed, he pulls her over to him and she cuddles into his arms as they lay down together on the bed. Placing a kiss on the top of her head he sighs, "Look, I get it. You don't want to go anywhere. But I miss you, Kate."

"I'm right here, silly." she says, as she lays her head on his chest and he squeezes her tighter.

"We need a date night. Just the two of us. I know you've been an amazing mother to our little Beanie, and it shows in how big she's growing and how happy she is." He moved his hand down her back, smoothing out the bulky material of her clothes to appreciate the shape of her body underneath. When he lifts up the edge of her shirt, she stiffens when his warm hand touches the bare skin of her lower back. "I know you're physically still here, but I miss my wife."

Kate squeezes her eyes shut against her unexpected tears as she whispers, "She's missed you too."

Drake leans back when he hears the sob in her voice, wiping away the tears on her cheeks with his thumbs. "You don't need to hide under these bulky clothes, you're still beautiful to me Kate."

She chuckles, "Even if I've given up shaving, plucking and moisturizing?"

Drake raises his eyebrows, and then leans in to kiss her on the forehead. "Don't worry, we can work on minor things like that. I want you to feel good about yourself. Besides, Hana told me you've been doing pilates and yoga together again. So there's nothing for you to feel self conscious about."

"I don't fit into my clothes the way I used to."

Drake shrugs, "So we'll buy you some new clothes. And if we need to alter something from your closet, don't worry, Hana can arrange it."

Kate sighs with gratitude, "You're so wonderful to me Drake, I don't deserve you."

"Oh hush, you deserve all of me and the world Kate, never forget that. Now let's get you packed up for a romantic getaway."

"But Brooklyn.."

Drake gives Kate one more squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before rolling away from her and getting up from the bed.

"Don't worry about Brooklyn, she's in good hands with Hana. Plus we're only a phone call away if you want to check in."

Kate glances over at the speaker for the baby monitor, it's still quiet, and then she sits up on the edge of the bed. "So are you going to tell me more about this romantic getaway you have planned?"

Drake shakes his head, "I can't give away everything, or it will spoil the surprise."

Kate looks over at her suitcase, "Well at least help me figure out what to pack. Sweaters, jeans, warm socks? I need a hint."

Drake nods, "Those will do for a start. Oh and a comfortable pair of warm boots and a coat. We're going to be out in the snow."

Kate gets up from the bed, "So I guess we're not jetting off to some tropical paradise then."

Pulling her into a hug, Drake smiles and then leans in to give her a tender kiss. "Maybe next year."

Drake opened the back door of the SUV for Kate. She gives the manor one more uneasy glance and then climbs in. They had both given Brooklyn hugs and kisses before leaving, and a list of instructions to Hana, but still Kate felt guilty. As Drake opens the other rear door and climbs into the SUV, he finds Kate looking worriedly at her phone as she's texting someone. With a sigh he swipes her phone out of her hands and tucks it into the pocket inside his jacket.

"Wha..Hey!" She protests, "Give that back."

Drake swats away her hands when she tries to go into his jacket for it. "Nope."

"But you said I could check in."

Drake feels the vibration of Kate's phone against his chest. "Don't you trust Hana with Brooklyn?"

Kate gnaws at her bottom lip, "Yeah, but.."

"But nothing. Just take a deep breath and let it go already."

Kate huffs in a quick breath and then lets it out, "Happy? Can I please have my phone back now?"

Drake chuckles as Preston climbs into the front seat and starts the engine, "Only if you promise to turn it off and put it away for the car ride."

Kate folds her arms across her chest and scowls angrily at him. "Ok, fine. But only if you tell me where we're going."

Drake fishes her phone out of his pocket, "Do you remember last year when Max and I did the Father Christmas Parade?"

Kate's expression brightens a little as she relaxes her arms. "Yeah."

Drake sends a quick text to Hana, and then passes the phone over. "Well Max kept going on and on about how pretty the village was decorated for Christmas. And it occurred to me that you were missing out on seeing everything. So I figured we could do the touristy thing and spend the night at an Inn and…"

Kate leans over and covers his mouth with her fingers giggling, "Sssh, you had me at 'pretty village' .

Drake takes her hand and kisses it, "Good, because I want you to have the best Birthday ever."

...

As they travel further away from the manor Kate focuses on the beautiful wintry scenery, and Drake's comforting hand in hers and soon her anxiety fades. It was starting to snow so Preston turned on the wipers. Drake gives Kate's hand a squeeze and then leans forward to tap Preston on the shoulder.

"How do the roads look?"

"So far they're just damp, but we should be fine. We have all wheel drive and snow tires."

Drake sits back again with a nod. "Good to know."

Kate tucks her hand under Drake's arm and leans into his shoulder, he turns to kiss her on the forehead. Kate smiles as she catches the comforting smell of his cologne, "I thought you would have used this opportunity to drive us in your truck. I love sitting next to you in the front seat."

Drake shrugs, "I thought about it. But then I remembered that I needed to get my tires changed, and besides if I was driving…" Drake pauses to tilt her chin up and give her a tender kiss on the lips. "I wouldn't be able to do that, whenever I wanted to."

Kate sighs with happiness, as he wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her tighter against him. "I see your point. It's highly frowned upon to cuddle and drive. Or to do other things."

Drake catches Preston's eye in the rearview mirror when he looks back at them, he leans in to whisper in Kate's ear. "Seeing my point, along with doing other things, will have to wait until we don't have an audience."

Kate giggles as his lips move to her neck to plant gentle kisses. "How close are we to this Inn you were talking about?"

Preston shakes his head as he focuses on the road ahead, trying to ignore the sounds from the backseat.

….

An hour later Drake gently shakes Kate's shoulder to wake her. The warm interior of the car had lulled her to sleep and she had her head on his lap.

"Wakey wakey, Birthday Katie."

Kate moans sleepily and hugs him across the knees, "Five more minutes."

The rush of cold air on her face when Preston opens his door to get out jolts her awake and Drake laughs. "We're here, and I think you could use some fresh air to revive you."

Kate sits up and stretches, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth, "Oh sorry, must have dozed off."

Drake looks past Kate to the building they're parked in front of, "That's ok, you're forgiven. There wasn't much to see during the drive anyway, just snow and trees and mountains. We've finally made it to civilization."

Kate steps out of the car and looks up at the towering stone facade of their hotel, "Wow, this place is beautiful."

While she takes her phone out of her pocket to take pictures, Preston signals for Drake's attention and then pulls him aside.

"The weather reports are forecasting nasty weather tomorrow afternoon, what time in the morning do you want to be picked up?"

Drake shakes his head with a frown,"Didn't you get the itinerary that I sent to your email? Along with the list of things I need you to do?"

"Yes, but under the circumstances I thought you might want to change your plans. For safety's sake."

"I booked us for two days, and I don't plan on leaving early."

"But there's a storm coming." Preston insists.

"And your point is?"

"You're likely to get snowed in, and it'll take most of the second day before the roads are cleared. Meaning it'll take longer for me to come get you."

"Yes, it will." Drake replies, patting Preston on the arm. "Just do as I've asked, and then help yourself to a nice dinner at the hotel. Charge it to my room, and then go home."

Kate glances over at them with a look of concern, "What're you two talking about?"

Preston smirks at Drake, "You've got this all planned don't you? You saw the weather report."

"I did. Now please stop fucking around and get our luggage." Drake mumbles and then walks over to Kate.

He wraps his arm around her shoulders with a smile, steering her toward the hotel. "Welcome to Ravenhurst Castle, Kate. Our romantic getaway awaits."

Looking up at the steep slate roof, stone masonry, and tower climbing the corner of the building, Kate could see why they called it a castle. "You didn't have to go through this much trouble for me, Drake. I would have been just as happy staying at a simple Bed and Breakfast."

Drake stops on the stone walkway to pull her into his arms, "You're special to me, Kate. I couldn't let you spend the night just anywhere."

"But.."

Drake grabs her hand and then leads her up to the front door, "Just roll with it."

Preston follows them through the hotel lobby carrying their luggage. The three of them turn heads as they make their way to the front desk. Even dressed casually in jeans and sweaters, the presence of someone carrying your stuff was a dead giveaway that you were important. Preston drops their bags by the counter and takes up a protective position to watch the room. His fierce stare makes all the onlookers hurry off and mind their own business.

The hotel clerk behind the counter is bubbling with excitement and greets them with a wide smile, "Oh my goodness, welcome to The Ravenhurst! It's an incredible honour to have the Duke and Duchess stay with us. I'll have our best -..."

Drake shakes his head and holds up his hand to interrupt, "We already have a reservation."

"You..you do?" The clerk grabs her computer mouse and starts scrolling away as she searches the hotel registry on her computer screen.

"So you're not here to promote the Father Christmas Festival?"

Drake leans his elbows on the counter and lowers his voice,"Not this time. I was hoping to keep our visit as an unofficial one. We're under a different name. Try a reservation under Jones."

The clerk gives him a knowing smile, whispering. "Why of course Mr. Jones. I see your booking right here on my screen." Her expression changes to a frown when she notices something, "Unfortunately your room isn't quite ready. If you're looking for immediate accommodations though I could upgrade you to a suite."

"That will be fine, we just don't want to be fussed over, no paparazzi, just a quiet visit. Could you manage that for us please?"

Kate leaves Drake at the counter and wanders over to take pictures of the giant lobby Christmas tree. Preston breathes a sigh of annoyance at having his attention divided, he moves to another place in the lobby where he can still keep an eye on both of them. Kate sees the bodyguard move out of the corner of her eye and decides to tease him a little. "Hey Preston, come on over and take a selfie with me over by the tree."

He checks to see that Drake is still in conversation with the clerk, and then after taking a quick visual sweep of the room for possible threats he nods, "Only because the position of the tree provides an optimal vantage point from which to survey the room."

Preston stands next to the tree, unsmiling and on alert. Kate tries to stand close enough to him so that he fits into the frame of her phone camera, but can't get a good angle because he's so tall. "You don't smile much do you?"

Preston keeps his eyes trained on the room and mumbles. "I'm on duty, Your Grace."

Kate makes a funny face at her phone screen, trying to crack Preston's facade and get him to smile. "I've seen you talk to Drake and be more relaxed. Are you scared of little ole me?"

Preston doesn't answer at first, hazarding a glance her way and then looking away when their eyes meet on her phone screen. "It's not you I'm afraid of."

Across the room Drake steps away from the check-in counter and then walks over with a smirk on his face.

"Is she misbehaving, Preston?"

Preston gives a slight nod and then steps aside to give Drake room to slip his arm around Kate, "Our room isn't quite ready. But I may have arranged for some special hotel extras during our stay."

Kate snuggles into his warmth, feeling that familiar flutter that ripples through her every time she gets lost in his eyes, or he lights her up with his smile. "Oh? What sort of special extras?"

"Ravenhurst has a spa and salon onsite, two restaurants, and their own winery."

"Ooh, fancy. But didn't you promise me a tour of a pretty little town decorated for Christmas?"

Drake grins, "I did, and it would be a nice way to kill some time while they get our room ready. Besides, after being cooped up in the car for so long I could use a walk to stretch my legs."

Kate looks over at Preston, "Is Mr.Tall Broad shouldered and Serious coming with us?"

Drake notices Preston clenching his jaw trying not to react to her question, "No, he has other things to do. Then he's going home."

"But, Your Grace.." Preston argues.

After taking a quick look around to make sure they weren't causing a scene in the lobby, Drake answers quietly, "But nothing, just see to it that our luggage is safely taken up to our room when it's ready. Grab a meal on us, and then you're free to go. Don't worry about us, Preston, we'll be fine."

…

Drake and Kate leave Preston behind at the hotel to walk arm in arm to the village. Glancing back over her shoulder at the hotel, Kate asks, “Do you really think Preston can turn off Guard Duty mode long enough for us to have a private stroll?”

“I’m betting he’ll give us a five minute head start at least before he starts tracking us in the SUV.”

Kate giggles as the snowflakes tickle her cheeks and eyelashes, “Thanks for doing this for me. I really did need to get out of the house for a bit.”

Drake pulls his winter hat down further over his ears, his warm breath floating away in the chilly air, “You’re welcome. We both needed this. There’s nothing like taking a walk through a winter wonderland to lift your spirits.”

The tiny village of Raven’s Rest loves to decorate for Christmas. Every railing, light pole, and window was either trimmed with greenery and twinkling lights or wore a sparkling red bow or festive ornaments. With the fresh snow on the roofs and joyful music spilling out from every other opened shop door, it felt and looked like Christmas spirit came to life. The scents of cinnamon, nutmeg and chocolate wafted from a bakery café as Drake and Kate passed under its

striped red and white awning. Drake pulled in a deep breath and smiled as he pointed at the frosted gingerbread house displayed in the window.

“This looks like a perfect place to stop for a hot chocolate and a treat. What do you say Kate?”

Kate felt her stomach growl, “I say lead the way Mr. Jones.”

After ordering hot chocolates topped with whipped cream and candy cane sprinkles, and a plate of decorated cookies to share, they’re seated at a table for two by the window. Drake picks up a gingerbread star and bites off a corner. He looks at the decadent drink sitting in front of him and wonders if there was a possible way to not get it all over his face when he attempted to taste it.

Kate can see the confusion on his face as he chews his cookie, she giggles as she stirs the whipped cream on the top of her cup with a candy cane. “You look scared. Don’t worry it won’t bite. And no there isn't any way to avoid the whipped topping to get at the drink underneath. A little cream on your face is all part of the fun.”

She demonstrates by lifting her cup and delicately sipping at the candied rim, a smear of cream clings to her upper lip when she sets it back down. “See? Think of it just like your Santa beard from last year.”

Drake mumbles as he scrubs at the light stubble on his cheek, “Don't remind me.”

His beard had been much further along the year before, and he had used white stage makeup to whiten his whiskers. Unfortunately the makeup had made his skin itch. This year he was grateful that Maxwell was volunteering to be Santa for the parade.

Drake nearly chokes on his cookie as he watches Kate lick the cream off her lip. He coughs into his fist and then picks up his drink to wash down the crumbs. He gets cream on his nose and lips, and then wipes it off with a napkin, “It's much more fun to watch you drink it.”

Kate noisily slurps the whipped cream on the top of her hot chocolate, while Drake grabs a sugar cookie and uses it to scoop the froth off of his. “Ooh Drake, that's a good idea.”

The café is nearly empty of patrons and Kate is grateful not to have onlookers taking their picture, especially with the way Drake was devouring his cookie and getting cream all over his mouth and chin. She giggles and hands him another napkin, "You, uh have a little something on your face there honey."

Drake grunts, "Thanks."

He's annoyed at how sticky his face feels as he wipes off the cream, "Drinks don't need all this extra crap on them. That's why I prefer my coffee basic and black. And my hot chocolate tasting like chocolate."

"Oh bah humbug Mr. Scrooge, I figured a guy so into s'mores and marshmallows would enjoy something like this."

Drake wipes the cookie crumbs off of his jacket, "Hey don't get me wrong, I love a decorated cookie or dessert. But I prefer my drinks a little less childish and messy."

Kate shrugs, "I guess I see your point. But never tell Hana she can't put marshmallows in your hot chocolate, it would break her heart."

He nods, glancing at Kate's phone on the table. "If you want to check in with her, I won't stop you. I'm curious myself how our little Beanie is doing."

Kate wipes her hands on a napkin and then picks up her phone, "You don't mind? I'm dying to send her pictures of the hotel Christmas tree and tell her where we are."

Drake smiles and then lifts his hot chocolate to his lips. He doesn't dare tell Kate that he and Hana had been planning this birthday trip for weeks.

While Kate happily texts away to Hana, Drake watches the snow falling outside the window. The grey sky was darkening as the flakes got heavier. They soon needed to head back to the hotel. The pedestrian traffic was much lighter than when they entered the café, and the street lamps were coming on. He can see the dark shape of an SUV creeping along the street in the distance. No doubt it was Preston.

Drake is in mid-sip when his phone rings in his pocket, making him jump and spill the hot chocolate all over himself and the table. "Gah! Son of a - …"

Kate gasps in surprise and jumps out of her seat. "Oh my goodness, Drake."

She grabs the remaining napkins from the table and dabs at the front of his jacket as he puts down his cup and pushes his chair back. He swats her hands away when she tries to wipe his lap, "It's ok, it's ok! Let me do that."

Kate chews on her lip as she watches an employee approach with a roll of paper towels.

"I'm so sorry. We'll clean this up. Could you bring us a bag so we can take our cookies to go?"

Drake sighs as he unzips his jacket and takes out his phone when the ringing stops, "Preston, you Prick."

The car pulls up outside and parks, waiting, the wipers swiping away the snow. Drake sends Preston a quick message, I told you to go home.

Preston answers back, Need a lift?

Drake and Kate pile into the backseat of the SUV, brushing the snow off of themselves. In the clean, warm interior of the vehicle the scent of the spilled hot chocolate on Drake's clothes is very noticeable, adding to his discomfort at having wet pants.

Drake takes off his jacket and then folds it up and puts it down on the floor. He inspects his sweater and shirt for chocolate stains.

"Thanks for picking us up, Preston. If we'd tried to walk back to the hotel we would have been soaked and frozen before we got there," Kate says, smiling at the security guard."

"I'm already soaked," Drake mutters, looking down at the dark wet stain on his lap.

Kate pats him on the arm, "I meant from the snow, Dear."

Preston checks their surroundings and then does a u-turn in the road to take them back to the hotel.

"How did he find us anyway?"

Drake answers, "Most likely tracked my phone with the GPS."

Kate looks at him with surprise, "He can track our phones? Is that even legal?"

Drake nods, "After Anton kidnapped us from our own wedding, it was discussed among the council that the security team needed extra help in case it ever happened again. Liam approved it."

"I guess that makes sense. But then all we would have needed to do to escape would leave our phones behind."

Preston speaks up, "It's not a foolproof plan, Your Grace, but it still gives us a place to start if one of you suddenly went missing."

It doesn't take long to return to the hotel, but thanks to the heavy clouds it was already getting dark. When Preston parks the SUV Drake asks, "So did you deliver all of our bagage to our room and do a security check to make sure it was safe?"

"Of course, Sir."

"Did you get yourself a room, Preston? It's too late for you to head home now."

Drake looks at Kate with a frown, "Don't encourage him to babysit us."

"It's his job to keep us safe, Drake, so let him do it."

…

After collecting their room keys the three of them head up to their rooms. Preston has conveniently booked the room next to Drake and Kate.

"Consider yourself off duty for the rest of the evening, Preston. Relax and enjoy yourself." Kate says, smiling.

"If that's at all possible." Drake mutters as he unlocks the door to their room.

As soon as Drake enters the room he starts stripping off his clothes. Kate can't help but laugh. "Woah there cowboy, at least warm me up with some foreplay before we jump right into it."

Drake grumbles as he kicks off his boots and then unzips his jeans, "Ha ha, so not funny. At least you don't smell and feel like a walking candy bar."

Kate leans against the corner of the antique four poster bed as she watches Drake fuss around half naked, digging around in his luggage for his bath supplies. "I dunno, I kind of like the smell of chocolate on you. Gives me a reason to seek out all the parts of you that taste the sweetest."

Drake can't help but grin, as he leans in to kiss her cheek. Kate frowns when she realizes how sticky his face is. "Still like it?"

Kate makes a face and then wipes at her cheek. "Ok, I get it. Go get a shower and a shave."

As he wanders across the room naked, Drake points at the Welcome Basket on the table by the window.

"I asked the hotel if they could throw in some complimentary spa treatments as a Birthday gift. Why don't you check some of them out and then we could go to the restaurant for dinner. Go get yourself all pampered and feeling gorgeous for our date night."

Before Kate can protest that she had nothing fancy to wear to dinner, Drake disappears into the bathroom. With a shrug she picks up the spa brochure and then sits down on the bed while she nibbles on the cookies from the bakery.

"Oooh, they have a special brown sugar body scrub treatment. That would feel so nice, and I would smell delicious afterward." Kate mumbles around her mouthful of cookie. "And I could get my hair and nails done, perfect."

After looking through the envelope of coupons for the free treatments she wanted, Kate walks over to the bathroom door and knocks. "Thanks so much for the spa coupons, I'm going to take advantage of some of these and then see you later."

Drake rinses his razor in the sink and then pauses his shaving to answer, "Good for you. Text me when you're all finished and I'll meet you here to get ready. I'm going to explore the hotel a little bit myself."

Kate kisses her fingertips and then presses them to the door, "Love you, Drake."

Drake smiles, "I love you too."

After finishing his shave and shower, Drake finds the phone number on the brochure and calls down to the Spa.

When his call is answered there's a women's voice on the line, "Bella Salon and Spa, how may I help you?"

Drake runs his hand back through his wet hair, "Hi, do you have a customer there booked in under the name Jones or Walker?"

"I'm sorry, sir, in order to respect the privacy of our clients we cannot disclose that information."

"Oh, Ok. I understand. My wife is there and I want to book a haircut without her seeing me. I want to surprise her later during our dinner date."

"Our salon closes within the hour, but if you're in need of a clipper cut I can squeeze you in right away. What name should I put next to your reservation?"

Drake thinks for a moment, "Davis, Preston Davis."

…

Kate sits in the makeup chair at the Salon in one of their plush robes. She felt like she had just received the royal treatment after the body scrub and facial. Next they were doing the finishing touches to her makeup application and hair styling, followed by a manicure and pedicure. On the other side of the partition wall she can hear the sound of a pair of clippers buzzing on and off and occasionally a man's voice in conversation with the stylist.

She couldn't be sure because of the way the sounds echoed off of the hard surfaces in the salon, but it sounded like Drake. She felt like a bride on her wedding day trying to hide away from the groom until she was ready. It made her tingle with excitement inside over meeting him for dinner. In her mind she was mulling over what blouse and pair of jeans to wear, wishing she had packed something more feminine. But knowing that Drake would probably be dressed casually as well helped.

…

Drake sat at the bar in his black dress shirt, jacket and slacks. He had to resist the urge to smooth his hand over his freshly trimmed hair, hoping that Kate would like it. Any minute now she'd be returning to their room to dress for dinner. He picked at the bowl of mixed nuts and pretzels on the bar, and singled out all the peanuts to munch on as he waited.

An attractive female bartender smiles as she notices him sitting all by himself and walks over, "Good evening sir, could I interest you in a drink? Or are you more interested in grazing from the snack bowl."

"I'll take a whiskey on the rocks, for now." Drake answers, trying to maintain his composure as her hungry gaze makes him feel like he's the snack.

"For now? Are you anticipating ordering more later?"

He smiles as she prepares his drink, "I'm expecting someone."

She nods as she slides the glass of whiskey back across the bar to him, "Well, when your date arrives let me know. I'll get her something special. My name is Amanda by the way."

Drake picks up his glass and gives the whiskey an appreciative sniff and then a sip, he nods toward Amanda lifting his glass in a salute, "Drake."

His phone buzzes in his pocket as he sets the glass down again.

…

Kate lets herself back into her room after her time at the spa. The soft coziness of the robe wrapped around her felt so nice, and she hated to take it off to put on her casual denim again.

She's surprised to find herself alone in the room and sends Drake a quick text. Spa appt all done, feeling fantastic. Where are you?

D: I'm down at the bar enjoying a whiskey. Can't wait to see you.

K: What should I wear? I didn't pack anything fancy.

D: There's a present for you under the bed.

K: Drake.

D: Just read the letter attached and humor me. Happy Birthday Kate.

…

Kate puts her phone down on the table and purses her lips with a frown, she was afraid of what might be in the box. After hiding under baggy clothes and bluejeans for months she was worried that whatever was in the box wouldn't fit.

Kneeling down on the floor she peeks under the bed. There's a large green rectangular box and a smaller white one that looked like a shoe box. She drags out the green box first and sets it on the bed. There's an envelope taped to the top. She should feel happy about Drake buying her a present but she just felt nervous instead. Sucking in a deep breath and then letting it out to help calm her nerves, Kate opens the envelope. There's a handwritten letter inside, and she can't help but feel a rush of emotion at the care it took for him to write it all by hand.

____

Dear Kate,

I'll never forget the night we met. We were all there for him, and then along came you. At the time you were just the waitress that was willing to show us a good time. I thought you were cute and all, but never figured I would stand a chance. You made an impression on a future King that night, and an impression on me.

I'm not sure when everything changed in my favor, maybe it was that night at Applewood or maybe it was when I jumped in front of that bullet, realizing I would rather die than live in a life without you. We've been through a lot to get where we are now, and despite the ups and downs you married me instead. You've shown me a life and love I never thought I'd have and for that I'll be eternally grateful.

Now between us we've created a new life in our little girl. Becoming a parent changes a person. You're no longer responsible for just your own life but for someone else's too. Some days this scares me to death, and then I see you holding Brooklyn in your arms and know that we're going to be alright.

I'm excited to discover my new life as a father, and to get to know the mother you are becoming. So tonight on your Birthday I want to meet you all over again for the first time. So what do you say Kate? Have you ever wanted to meet that mysterious stranger in a bar that only has eyes for you?

Love, Drake.

___

Kate plucked a tissue out of the box on the bedside table. She was glad that she had chosen the waterproof mascara, because now her eyes burned with tears. Drake was right, becoming a mom had changed her. At times she was scared too, but knowing that Drake was always going to be by her side to help raise Brooklyn made her heart feel more full. After dabbing at her eyes she delicately blew her nose, not wanting to smudge her makeup, and then lifted the cover on the box. Peeling back the tissue paper she gasps and then reaches for her phone.

….

Drake finished off his whiskey and then checked the time on his phone. He didn't want to call her in case she was busy getting dressed, but he was starting to worry that she wasn't going to show. Amanda raises her eyebrows and holds up the whiskey bottle to quietly ask if he wanted a refill. He shakes his head and then sticks his hand in the snack bowl again to grab a pretzel. Before he can eat it his phone rings. It's Kate.

"Hello?" He answers.

"I can't wear this."

"Sure you can."

"Because of the way the top is designed I can't wear a bra."

Drake shrugs, "So don't wear one."

"Hah! This mother of a 7 month old child needs a little more support thank you very much."

"Didn't you wear a dress similar to this to Max's birthday party last year?"

"Well, yes…"

"Just try it on. I promise you'll look beautiful in it."

"You're biased because you think I look good in anything."

"Yes, I do. I also think you look good in nothing at all. Now are you coming down to dinner?"

Kate is quiet on the other end for a few seconds, "Ok, fine. But I need pretty shoes to wear with a dress like this."

Drake smiles, "I'm guessing you haven't opened the other box yet. When you're ready, text Preston and ask him to escort you down to Edgar's Restaurant. I'll be waiting for you over by the bar."

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Santa Baby

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Phil Coulson For: @hollyspacey Prompt: ‘Santa Baby’ by Madonna Rating: T Word Count: 1735

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"I can't believe I let you talk me into this…" Phil muttered under his breath.

Darcy had to suppress a laugh, because she couldn't really believe it either. "Oh hush. You look holly-jolly and bowl-full-of-jelly and all that jazz. Kris Kringle." She winked in Phil's direction and he shot her daggers from behind his half-moon specs. "Plus, everyone loves it. You've had like twenty people in your lap tonight."

She'd actually been kinda jealous of all the people who got to sit in Phil's lap. Apparently her plan of getting him in a Santa suit had done nothing for her little libido problem.

Okay, that was a lie. It was a big libido problem. She was crushing hard on her boss and was pretty sure he had no idea.

"I know," he said deliberately. "I've had twenty people in my lap tonight…"

"You're making everyone's holiday wishes come true."

Everyone's except hers, but considering he didn't have a clue about her feelings or what her holiday wish even was, she wasn't going to blame him for that.

"These are adults, Darcy. Not a single one of these people believes in Santa anymore. Plus, I think half of those agents want you in their lap and not to..." he trailed off for a moment before continuing, "...sit in mine."

There was only one lap she wanted to sit in.

Darcy subconsciously reached down to straighten her green and red elf skirt. The bells jingled. "It's a holiday party, Phil. Everyone's having fun. Come on, Scroogey Claus. Don't you want some punch?"

"Is it spiked?"

"Your memo said specifically not to spike the punch, so I'd say it's probably only been spiked three times by now…"

"Then give it another half hour, I want a decent buzz."

She reached into the bowl of candy canes, unwrapping one and sticking the end in her mouth. "C'mon, admit it. This is fun. You wouldn't be doing the Santa laugh if it wasn't fun."

"It's not me, it's the suit. I don't know… it's like I'm being compelled beyond my control."

She laughed. "Yeah, that's the holiday spirit. I'm told it's painful for first timers, but ya know. It gets better."

"I've had holiday spirit before," he argued.

"Yeah. On Captain America's Birthday."

"You mean the Fourth of July?"

"Same difference," she said with a smirk. She giggled a little, and then nearly jumped out of her skin when Clint tapped her shoulder. She was really getting sick of all these assassin-types sneaking up on her. Not cool, guys. Not cool.

"Heya, Princess Pinky Pie, Can we get a photo with Santa?" he asked.

"Okay, first off, I am not a magical pink pony princess, I am one of Santa's most esteemed elves. And my name is Pinky Perky-Pants… and next…" She turned, looking vaguely around for other people and seeing no one. "We? Where is this 'we' of which you speak? I only see you, Hawkguy."

"We as in 'you and me'?" Clint grinned. "I want the elf in my picture too…gonna send it to Tony. Legolas and Pinky Pie with Santa."

"Pinky Perky-Pants and who's gonna take the picture, genius?" Darcy asked, thinking she'd outsmarted the archer. "This is a two man operation. He's the lap, I'm the snap…" She held out her phone and mimed taking a picture.

"I will," Natasha said, suddenly right behind Darcy and speaking in her left ear. She jumped again, nearly dropping her phone, but the assassin caught it and and deftly unlocked it despite Darcy never having told her the password. But Darcy Lewis hadn't been surprised in approximately six years, so she took it in stride. "C'mon, Darce. It's Clint's only Christmas wish…"

"To get a picture with Santa and the elf?" she asked incredulously.

"Yep, definitely."

"I'm the elf too," Clint insisted, a whiff of his breath hitting her face and making her realize that her earlier predictions about the punch were directly on the nose.

"Okay…" Darcy turned to find Clint already settling into Phil's lap, looking very pleased with himself. Darcy perched primly on Phil's left leg, trying not to put all her weight on him.

Phil grunted a little. "Barton. What are they feeding you? Lead?"

"Just eatin' my wheaties, Coulson…" Clint grinned widely.

Darcy shifted a little bit, trying to get more centered so she wouldn't tip.

That proved to be her undoing, though, because as Natasha was counting down, Clint slid unceremoniously to the floor and either accidentally or purposefully kicked Darcy's leg out of the way, sending her sprawling across Phil's lap. Which was of course, how Natasha snapped the picture.

Phil grabbed her before she hit the floor, and it would have been very romantic, had they not been dressed up like some kind of Rankin-Bass stop motion special.

Darcy might have had a thing for older men, but Santa was really pushing the envelope.

Even though the knowledge that it was Phil behind the white beard was making her second guess her kinks.

"That's a good picture, that's going out in the email on Monday…" Natasha said, grinning widely as she admired her handiwork.

"Nat…" Darcy protested, struggling to sit up and get to a standing position ASAP. "Come on…"

"Hey, here's an idea," Clint said, hopping up from the floor. "Why don't you give me the Santa hat, I'll do the rest of the photo ops and you guys can go… get…"

"Holly-Jolly?" Natasha filled in, grinning widely.

Darcy rolled her eyes, because obviously there was a plot here. She grabbed the hat off Phil's head, tossing it to Clint.

"How much was the bet?" asked Phil, tugging off the beard.

"What bet?" Clint asked, feigning ignorance.

Natasha rolled her eyes and began fiddling around on Darcy's phone. "It's in the five figures, and that's all you need to know."

"At least you didn't push us under the mistletoe," Darcy said incredulously.

"Mistletoe is so predictable…" Natasha replied, wrinkling her nose. "Besides. The bet wasn't for a kiss. Although, that would be a bonus."

Darcy took off her own hat, the one that had the elf ears attached and tossed it to Natasha, who promptly put it on and somehow managed to look downright adorable in it.

They ransacked the refreshment table, leaving with a tray-full of the best finger foods the caterers had to offer.

Darcy was also able to swipe a bottle of booze from beneath the refreshment table. She was super excited about it until she saw that it was Barbara's-from-Accounting. That woman only drank the nastiest seasonal Schnapps Dekuyper had to offer.

But it was possibly better than nothing.

Maybe?

She was trying to detach herself from her nerves. Try to stay cool and breezy.

Who cared if Natasha told them to go get 'holly-jolly'? Not Darcy. Because she totally knew what that meant and it wasn't something that made her cheeks go all rosy, or her nose go all cherry.

Because getting 'holly-jolly' with Phil was definitely what she'd been hoping for since pretty much day one of her job here at S.H.I.E.L.D. And therefore, she shouldn't be nervous at all, right?

Phil seemed fine with it anyway. Which meant…

What in Saint Nick's jingle bells did it mean?

They left the event room and wandered down the hall until they found an office with a cracked door. There was only one chair, so Phil rolled it out into the hallway and plopped down on the floor behind the desk.

Darcy took a swig from the bottle, wincing at the pepperminty taste before passing it to Phil. It was honestly the worst, like taking shots of Blue Scope, but it took the edge off her nerves, so she let it slide. "I've never seen you even attend this party before, let alone cosplay Ole Saint Nick. What gives, Phil? Why did you even agree to this?"

He looked at her for a long moment. A really long moment, before he took a long swig from the bottle His eyes stayed on hers, and Darcy felt her cheeks flush red. "I have a thing for the elf," he replied.

Her eyebrows went straight up. "For the elf, huh? I'm assuming you're not talking about Legolas…" She jutted her head to the side, in the general direction of the merriment down the hall.

He chuckled. "Not quite, no… it's more for… what did you say your name was again?"

She tried not to laugh when she said it. "Pinky Perky-Pants…"

"Yeah. I have a thing for Pinky Perky-Pants."

She pressed her lips together and looked down at her pointy shoes. "This is weird because I normally don't have a thing for Santa… and I still don't… but I hella have a thing for my boss."

"Really? Huh. That's normally something that gets you put on the naughty list, you know," he said with a wink.

"But it doesn't in my case?" she asked, grinning widely.

"No, it does. Just… not the naughty list that gets no presents."

She reached for the bottle. "Is that you or the Schnapps talking?"

"A little of both, maybe?" he replied. "Doesn't make it any less true, though…"

"What kind of presents do I get, Phil?"

He shifted over a little, so his fingers brushed hers slightly. He'd shed the belt and the red coat along with the extra fluff for his bowl-full-of-jelly a while ago, but he was still wearing those red pants. And he smelled like a peppermint nightmare.

But Darcy wouldn't change a thing about the way this was happening.

His lips met hers and she sighed into his mouth.

"Do I get any more, or is that it, since I'm on the naughty list?" she asked, her lips brushing against his when she smiled.

Phil grinned, his other hand coming up to twist into her hair as he kissed her again, more deeply this time. Her belly swooped and she reached up to grasp his white-t-shirt, holding him in place.

His lips caressed hers, his tongue prodding gently at her bottom lip, coaxing her to part her lips, tilting her head to better slot her mouth over his.

Time basically stood still. A little bit holiday magic and a little bit Peppermint Schnapps. And neither of them noticed when someone entered the office. Not until she spoke, anyway...

"Hey… is that my Schnapps?"

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