#gosh my hand was DYING but I needed to rush this for reasons :'D

[dataglitch]

Finished this piece finally! Took a while due to new base style, but I like it:'D

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

i know you've already done a bunch of requests about jimmy and pix but uhmm.. i'll give you this flower 🌺 if you tell me what happens after that last fic (maybe the comfort part of hurt/comfort? they sure do need it... 👉👈)

sequel to this one! :D

Jimmy sits bolt upright in his bed with a gasp. For a brief moment, he doesn’t remember where he is or what happened. Then he takes in the sandy-coloured walls and the humidity in the air and everything comes flooding back.

He checks his communicator. Two notifications stare back at him.

SolidarityGaming was shot by fWhip

Pixlriffs was slain by fWhip

Jumping up from the bed, Jimmy staggers to the door, completely defenceless. “Pixl!” he cries out in a panic. “PIX!”

In his house, Pixl is gathering some backup gear when he hears Jimmy’s yell. Discarding the armour he had been about to put on, he rushes outside and finds Jimmy stumbling blindly around in the blistering hot midday sun.

“I’m here!” calls Pixl, intercepting and skillfully maneuvering him into the shade of one of the buildings. “Jimmy, I’m here.”

Jimmy grabs him in a tight hug and Pixl hugs him back, feeling his friend trembling. “Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

Jimmy suppresses a sniffle. “I-I think so. Are you?”

“I’m fine.” As Jimmy pulls back, Pixl feels his friend’s forehead with the backs of his fingers and grimaces. “You’re burning up already. Come here.”

He leads Jimmy to the fountain and guides him into it. Jimmy’s thick bodysuit, designed for protecting him against cold water, actually helps absorb the coolness of the fountain water.

Sitting cross-legged in the water up to his waist, sipping on the cup of water Pixl fetched for him, with more of the cool liquid flowing down on him from the fountain above, Jimmy starts to feel more relaxed. His current position may be somewhat undignified, but he doesn’t care. He feels more at home in water, and that in turn is helping him forget about the traumatic events of a few minutes ago.

Pixl watches him, feeling a wave of affection for his friend. Jimmy may be the ruler of his own empire but right now, he looks almost like a frightened child simply in need of some love and care.

After a while, Jimmy glances up at Pixl. “Is our stuff still out there?”

“No, I got it when I went to get your water. I didn’t have time to sort it all out but it’s all safe in a chest outside my house.”

“Good. Good…”

A brief pause follows this.

“Pix, I’m sorry. I should’ve just run away when I had the chance…”

“None of this is your fault, Jimmy,” responds Pixl immediately. “With hindsight, if you HAD run away, fWhip would’ve probably just hunted you down and killed you alone in the middle of the desert. At least this way, we died together.”

Jimmy stares down at the cup in his hands. “I-I can’t believe you sacrificed your life for me.”

“Of course I did,” says Pixl warmly. “You’re my friend and ally, and fWhip attacked you for no reason. I’ll always defend you.”

“Thank you.” Jimmy smiles back. “I-I know nothing I can say or do will make up for that, but-.”

Pixl is already shaking his head. “You don’t need to make up for anything. Just keep being my friend and ally, that’s all.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Another silence follows this as Jimmy finishes off the cup of water.

“Hey, why don’t we light the candles at the vigil?” suggests Pixl after a moment. “We both died, so that’s one more candle on both of our sections. We could light them together.”

“Oh!” Jimmy perks up. “Yeah, that actually sounds nice. In a weird way.”

“Cool. Lemme just get a couple of candles.”

Jimmy stays in the fountain for a bit longer as he watches Pixl fetch the candles. He then follows his friend to the vigil, towering above both their heads.

As Pixl goes over to where his own candles are burning, Jimmy bursts out, “Can I light yours?”

Pixl nods. “Of course.”

He hands Jimmy his beige candle. Jimmy carefully sets it down next to some of the others on the edge of the vigil and lights it with the flint and steel Pixl gives him. “Thank you for dying for me, Pix,” he says quietly to the candle. “I’ll do whatever I can to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Pixl just gives a quiet chuckle as he lights Jimmy’s candle and places it on Jimmy’s section of the vigil.

Sitting together in front of the vigil, the two fall silent as they watch the flickering flames of their candles, whose light is starting to become more prominent as the sun sets.

“Pixl?” says Jimmy after a while.

“Mhm?”

“What are we gonna do about fWhip? I mean… he… he came all the way here just to mess with me. And he killed both of us. We can’t just keep doing nothing anymore; he’s dangerously unstable.”

“Agreed,” responds Pixl. “It’s time to get serious about the situation. He can’t be allowed to go around killing people whenever he feels like it.”

“But what can I do to help?” Jimmy says morosely. “I was no use whatsoever in that fight. In fact, me being such a stupid liability got both of us killed.”

“Jimmy, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re not a liability. Maybe you just need a bit of training.”

Jimmy glances at him hopefully. “Training? To fight, you mean?”

Pixl nods. “Yeah! I can help you with that if you’d like.”

“R-Really?! I wouldn’t be a bother?” “No of course not,” Pixl replies warmly. “You’re never a bother. Get some sleep and we can get to training first thing in the morning, okay?”

Jimmy jumps up from the ground like an excited puppy. “Oh my gosh, thank you, Pixl! Thank you!”

Pixl chuckles fondly as he watches Jimmy rush off towards the guest house. He knows at the moment he’s putting more into the alliance than he’s getting out of it but he doesn’t really care. Jimmy is a lovely person and Pixl enjoys working with him.

And if Jimmy is given room to grow, Pixl is sure he will grow into a great leader.

[monday-headache]

Hey Simon! Thank you for the amazing ask <3 Right back at you:

I love that you're writing/arting about characters that have never met in canon (Gaige and Sasha, Fiona and Scarlett). What drew you to writing these characters together? And are there any more that you'd love to explore one day? :D

Hey Sarah, glad it made you smile. I want to have more interaction with the fandom so I’ll try to make this a regular, so please be free to send me questions whenever. I’d love to read your thoughts ;)

And Omg, that’s a fantastic question as well but, be aware, this is gonna be an essay as well.

Mhh where to start, where to start.

So first things first, My headcanon of why I think Gaige and Sasha would be best friends started a pretty long while ago, way before I even got gently pushed towards the Idea of really starting to write about it in the first place. Because you must know, even though Strays is my first longshot, it is also my very first fanfc I’ve ever written in like ever. So no matter how shitty, great or whatever it will turn out to be or how well others will be, Strays has and will always have a special place in my heart. And I’m not gonna rush things either, even when the fandom will die out, my Ideas for it will flow ;)

But yeah how it started. To put it simply Gaige was my first character In Borderlands ever that I played myself. I knew about the Lore of 1 and I’ve played 1 with a friend by the time it came out, but I played 1 myself AFTER I finished 2 So that may be a big reason, why I have such an open spot for Gaige. But also because she is fun, quirky extreme, punky, loves robots and tech... to put it simple a lot of traits I really love about a character. Her backstory with the science fair was so fresh and funny, and it may be one of my favorite spoken dialogue interactions heard over echo cassette’s

Then after Bl2 my love for Borderlands continued, played 1, played TPS and then... There was Tales, and by god do I loved Tales, and I hella still do. You probably know the feeling yourself. And with the love for the game, came a huge love for it’s cast. Like seriously I think besides Tector there isn’t really a character where I was going like, “ugh this one is trash” on the contrary. And besides my obvious love for the main 2 characters, there was a big love for the Deutagonist’s of this masterpiece. Namely Sasha and Loaderbot.

Loaderbot may have officially taken the spot for me as most favorite Robot in video game history ever (and Gortys for the most precious character ever). Like his whole segment of kidnapping them, forcing them to tell the truth, only to show how much he had grieved, how betrayed he felt and that he did all of tha  for his loved ones. Man say what you will about him, but damn he was written perfectly. I was blown away.

Secondly is of course, as you might have guessed it Sasha. I could go lengths for her too, how much I love and admire her character, how real she felt as a sister, a pandoran and last but not least as a human. Sasha felt to me like the most well rounded out character of the 6 (pls don’t hate me for it guys) From the punk rebellious attitude, to learning that she had an anti Hyperion pirate radio, that she used to broadcast bad things that happens in her neighbourhood, to her adapting her morals and learn that even in the most corrupt organisations there are still normal people struggling with their own life, and then progressing from it. And lastly after everything was at loss, the money the plan, she was willing to sacrifice her whole life for a dear friend/s, even on her dying breath putting both Rhys and her Sister at ease and in her last moments. Amazing.

Oooh boy and that was just the prelude to it all XD

After that I noticed a lot of similarities, between characters. Sasha and Loaderbot for instance are both pragmatic, put the lives of their loved ones over their own, love tech, are socially open people while holding back on information and emotion. Not to mention the scenes in 2 and 3 and also 4 and 5 where it is slightly hinted how well Sasha and Loaderbot work together, without sharing much words. So naturally the Idea was born that Sash and LB became quite close.

And the same goes for Sasha and Gaige. I was actually surprised that nobody (not entirely true, I saw one fanart of it) seemed to made that connection before as it was so obvious to me. So basically Sasha is a softer version of Gaige, in many terms. They both have a big heart for tech and especially guns. They both hosted a small radio broadcast that blew up in their region over night. Both are anarchist’s who spread the word for awareness, how fucked up the company war actually is. Both are not really good at their aim. Both call robots as their closes’t friends. Both share a deep hatred for Handsome Jack and his doings. Both fought a giant ass Vault Monster and nearly died in the process of doing so. Both got screwed up big time and now have a huge bounty on their head... So you see the list goes on, and honestly the more I write them, the more similarities I notice, both hc wise and canon wise. So there more I thought about it, and noticed similarites the more I fell in love with the Idea of them becoming close. And from there the Idea was born, that they probably met on a job ( the most likely scenario in the Borderlands universe). It had to be before BL3 of course, and to be after Tales naturally so that only put one timeline in the focus, Commander Lillith.

To be honest, I didn’t expect everything turning out so big. Like seriously I orifinally planed like 8k words or so. Now I’m dangling on the Idea of having 13 chapters and a big ass finally, a neat wrap up of everything and even a possible epilogue XD Yeah, that wasn’t what I expected either but damn do I love doing it.

Like seriously my headcanons only just gotten bigger and bigger. From a whole nebula system in the galaxy, to regions I created in my own mind for it, to even complex backstorys. Like why Sasha wears a headband, why she loves guns so much, what happened to her and Fi’s parents, why she was raised by her aunt, what does Felix have to do with it, Why Gaige has this kicks of both sudden depression and manical behavior. Why she’s so close to her dad, but her mom wasn’t even mentioned once (but teased), why she wanted to become a wedding planer, and why she is so obsessed with robots and margarita mix. I think one day, this thing will turn into a tabletop game or something XD

So estimated 20k words on my answer later and now we are going for my own created ship Scarleona. Don’t worry, as much as I like to gosh about that too, it wont take as long I prommy.

Scarleona was created in a sudden urge while thinking about what happpend to Fiona while Strays happened. And similar to Gaige and Sasha, Scarleona was born from a dynamic. Especially of those from two Ladybosses with Silvertongue and speech 100XD Fiona and Scarlett may have become my favorite Fiona ship (no offense everybody) because of how well they play off each other. Fiona is a con artist, her whole life she was used to swindle, to play it cool and by ear, go with the flow, and expect the unexpected. So here core idea is that she is manupulating people by LYING to them.

Scarlett on the other hand is similar while also the complete opposite to it. She is backstabby, plays with her charm and most importantly she is dead honest while tricking people. In fact even so honest that people don’t even realised that they got tricked even though she told it several times before. And this dynamic is so fascinating to me. You see, Fiona has almost an answer an action for everything prepared, but the idea that her winning honesty, is mind puzzling to Fiona is so perfect. @michellespenscratchz wrote me a drabble several months ago and I think that line describes it just perfect

“So, let me see if I got this straight,” Fiona tilted her head inquisitively at Captain Scarlett. “You needed these Vault Hunters’ help to find this treasure for you. So you…just asked them?”

“That’s right.” Scarlett nodded, inspecting her hook nonchalantly.

“Even though they knew you wanted it for yourself?” Fiona asked.

“Indeed,” Scarlett replied.

“And they…” Fiona blinked, “…knew you planned on fighting them for it once they had it.”

“Of course they did,” Scarlett shrugged. “I told them as much.”

“You told them?”

“Yes.”

“And they helped you anyway?”

“Precisely.” Scarlett turned her hat against the blistering wind. “I fear I don’t quite grasp what about this is so difficult to grasp, Fiona dear.”

“Huh.” Fiona cast her gaze out across the expanse of Pandoran horizon. “I guess I just gotta–I dunno–rethink my whole life right now.”

So yeah, that was basically it. I kinda diagressed and didn’t want to hurt your eyes more looking at the long ass text, but please if you have some more questions to it, pls hit me. I love to gosh about it <3

And thank you so much <3 This was hella fun

[the-omni-princess]

Beauty and the Beast (Soulmate AU)

Author: @the-omni-princess​

Summary: You wake up the day after drunkenly meeting your soulmate.

Prompt: “When did you learn how to figure skate?” // “I dunno.”

Word Count: 1.8K

Pairing: Bucky x Latina!(and Mutant!)reader

Warnings: fluff! Hangovers, seriously, so much fluff!!!

A/N:

@bitchassbucky for #abitchassholiday , and the casual sequel to Sleeping Beauty! [Read here!]

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I’ve been dying to write a Latina!Reader since I’m Latina! Here’s my first one. It's still pretty lowkey tbh but hopefully I can write one where it’s a bit more explicit the reader’s Latina! :D

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[Masterlist] [First part]

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Previously….

He did however, let you go, just as you stopped screaming. “Do… do you know who you are?” you tried in a soft voice, still on edge. Where the fuck was Mr. Star Spangled Ass?

“Bucky… My name was Bucky,” he whispered softly, now looking down at his chest where his mark had deepened in color to darker freckles, easily shown on his light skin.

Your eyes widened, looking down at your hand, your own freckles became more pronounced as well. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, just as Steve and Tony burst through the door, making you both jump.

“Bucky?” It took him less time to recover, now noticing both of you skimming your marks with your hands in shock. “Wait… are you two…?” His eyes glanced back and forth between the two marks.

You looked up towards the Super Soldier, unsure how to really explain the dare that tossed you at your soulmate. “Um…. Hi… Soulmate?”

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James Buchanan Barnes, the infamous sidekick of Captain America, a fact you used to argue about in US History class when you were younger since who would call that hot guy the sidekick?!, just looked at you with a little tilt to his head. “Soulmate?” he murmured softly, looking down at his mark on his chest. His eyes widened as he took in the multitude of darker freckles. He looked back at you, following your own gaze to your hand, where the freckles had darkened on the underside of your palm. “Soulmate…”

“Well… that’s unexpected to say the least,” Steve muttered, both he and Sharon looking on with a bit of amusement.

Bucky looked up, noticing the blond couple for the first time. “Stevie?” His voice cracked, and even in your very buzzed state, you could tell Steve was also a little emotional.

“Hey Buck,” he replied, smiling sadly before looking again towards you.

You were now gripping the table for support, the room starting to spin. “Ay Dios, is the room spinning or is it just me?” Your eyes fluttered a bit, vertigo hitting you full force, just as Bucky rushed forward, catching you before you could hit the ground. You groaned softly, looking up at his face, a goofy smile lighting up your features. “Oh, yeah. You’re my soulmate. You know, I always thought you were cuter than Cap. Think I have a thing from brunet boys with pretty blue eyes, and your eyes are way more blue than I could have imagined with those black and white photos,” you continued to ramble, babbling on as the trio watched in amusement.

“First meeting with her literal other half, and she’s wasted,” Sharon sighed softly, now looking at you with pity.

“And the reindeer- hey! I’m not wasted!” You cried out before going back to your rambles.

Bucky just looked up at her, smiling faintly, as he held you up, “I can handle a drunk dame, better than my ma, she was a cursing drunk.”

Steve chuckled, helping Bucky lead you, very slowly towards the common room where you promptly passed out snuggled on a blanket on the sofa, completely oblivious to the fact that the former Winter Soldier was being introduced to the Avengers, while all he did was watch over you.

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Searing pain lit up behind your eyes, and your temple was definitely throbbing. Groaning, you reached around your bed for your phone, freezing when you realized you were most definitely not in a bed. You looked down and groaned, you were also still in the party dress from last night, wrapped in a blanket that was also most definitely not yours. You inspected it, noticing the little cobwebs and widow symbols on the fluffy blanket. So, you were wrapped in Natasha’s blanket, the one you got her for her birthday last year as a joke. Looking around, you also realized you were in the main living common area in the tower.

“FRIDAY? How’d I get here?” you called out, groaning softly as you clutched your temples. You were most definitely hungover.

“I can answer that,” a voice called, one you recognized as Steve.

“Lower your voice, you menace, I’m nursing a shitty hangover.” You pulled the blanket over your face, covering yourself from the lights.

“We’re well aware of that, dollface,” a new voice joined in.

You stiffened, slowly dropping the blanket and looking at the man in front of you in surprise. “Hey Steve? I haven’t gotten drunk in a while, are hallucinations normal for being hungover?”

“Nope, I’m real.” Bucky stood, before kneeling beside you. “How much of last night do you remember?”

You gripped the blanket tighter, feeling a bit more exposed than you would like. “Last night? Why would I need-“ your voice died as you looked down at your hands, realizing the freckles that covered the palm of your left hand were darker. “Holy shit, please don’t tell me I met my soul mate and I was too wasted to remember,” you groaned, pouting up at Sharon who walked in. “You get a perfect, they-were-neighbors story, and I get the I-was-drunk story.”

“Not everyone can meet their soulmate because they literally bumped into them, besides,” Steve nodded towards Bucky, who was still kneeling beside the couch. “You literally fell for him.”

You looked back towards the brunet with horror written on your face. “Please tell me it wasn’t as cliché as Mr. Dramatically Yeets Himself Off of Planes Without Parachutes is making it out to be.”

“What does ‘yeet’ mean?” Bucky gave you a small confused look, one you have to admit was pretty cute. Okay fine, maybe he was your type. Dark-haired, pretty eyes, cute dimples when he was smiling. Okay so he was gringo, you could work with that.

“Throw, well basically,” you supplied, much to Steve’s horror.

“You do WHAT?!” Bucky cried out, making Steve cringe, and you whimper softly, closing your eyes in pain.

“Welp, we’ll let you two get well acquainted, sober at least,” Steve grabbed Sharon’s hand and hightailed out of the room.

Bucky didn’t give them a second look, now focused on you. “Damn, I’m sorry, after all your rambles last night I still forgot you would be hungover. Here,” he gently gave you some aspirin and water, which you promptly downed. “How about we do this right? I’m Bucky.”

“I’m well aware of who you are. Used to have fights with my friend in high school because she thought Steve was the cutest Howling Commando, when it was clearly you. Why am I still rambling?”

“It’s quite alright, I find it cute,” he gave you a bright smile, and your heart fluttered for a second.

You chuckled softly, smiling at him before sitting up, making room for him on the sofa as you told him your full name. “But that���s just the government name, everyone ‘round here calls me y/n/n, or FireCracker but that’s usually just Tony.” You gave him a smile.

“Why FireCracker?”

“Well, two reasons. One, I tend to keep talking and say my mind. And two,” you held up your hand, letting flames cover your fingers before they died out again. “I have powers…I hope that’s alright by you,” you whispered softly. Truth was, both the fact that you were Latina and were a Mutant were reasons you were teased and mocked growing up in all-white schools in the South. It was another reason who were so quick to join the Avengers when you were offered the chance. More diverse, and more accepting people. In theory at least.

“God, that looks absolutely amazing! Can you do it again?” Bucky gushed, eyes lighting up as he watched your powers. You smiled shyly, letting a small flame light up your palm. “Does it hurt?” He asked softly.

“Only if I want it to,” you looked up at him, caught a little off guard that he would be so interested in your powers instead of scared, it usually took people more time to get used to it.

“Woah,” he murmured, eyes wide as he took in the flames.

You smiled bashfully, secretly excited that he liked your powers. The flames died out, soon revealing the freckles again. Bucky hesitantly took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing over the freckles that marked the first place you touched, two souls finally coming back together again.

“How about I take you on a date, doll? A real one, since our first meeting didn’t go as expected.”

You blushed, nodding with a smile. “I know just the thing! We can go to the Rockefeller Ice Skating Rink, take in the whole Christmas season.”

His eyes lit up, “That ice rink is still there?!” he cried out, excitement thinly vied in his voice. “Gosh, I remember Stevie falling face-first when we were younger, had to patch up that nasty bruise on his cheek and a broken nose. Ma was pissed we went without my sisters.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you took in his joy. “I’ll take you, Bucky.”

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“Well… its certainly different from when I was last here,” Bucky’s grip on your mittened hand tightened. Buried underneath scarves and jackets, Bucky helped you pull your beanie down. He naturally ran warm because of the serum, so he didn’t need as many heavy coats in the cold winter weather. You however, were more used to warmer climates, and this cold weather was not agreeing with you.

“Good different?” You took the skates from the attendant, handing Bucky his before attempting to tie up your own.

“Well the tree’s certainly bigger,” he chuckled, noticing your struggle to lace your skates up and helping you before tugging you onto your feet. Shimmying to the rink itself, gripping onto each other as the earth became ice underneath your feet. You yelped, clinging to him as he guided you on the ice. “And I have my soulmate in my arms, being an adorable mess,” he teased, chuckling as you shot him a glare.

“That’s no fair Buck! When did you learn how to figure skate?” You looked up at him incredulously, still struggling despite the fact that he was holding most of your weight up.

“I dunno.” He teased right back, a smug grin on his lips.

“Ya know, if I knew you would have been this self-satisfied, I would have just done a Christmas movie marathon with you instead, get you well acquainted with movies of this century,” you shot back, giving him a look that sent him into a fit of giggles – actual giggles.

“Well doll, the night’s young, and you have plenty to teach me.” He pulled you closer, making you realize you were dead center in the rink, a suspicious flash in the distance making you notice Nat taking picture of you two. He gently tilted your head up, locking eyes with you. “I just found you, dollface, I’m never letting you go,” he smirked, “my clumsy little soulmate.”

“Call me little or clumsy again and I’ll roast your ass, Barnes, literally,” you growled playfully, giving him a mischievous look, which told him you didn’t really mean it.

He smiled, his hand gently holding onto your face, “I look forward to it, doll,” he murmured, the distance between the two of you closing.

Closing the distance, you kissed him tenderly, arms wrapped around his neck, ignoring the flashes most definitely coming from Natasha. Here, cuddled up in your soulmate’s embrace, the hand that first touched right over his heart was now pressed against his cheek as you kissed. Surrounded by Christmas lights, sweet Holiday music, and children’s laughter as they skated around you two, it felt like your very own piece of a Hallmark movie. And who were you to disagree with Fate?

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[trashystar420]

Chapter 8 Maribat babysitter AU

“Hey did you boys enjoy the food?” The cook asked the Wayne brothers. They all responded with a yes or a nod.

“Alright, lets rest up a bit, Alfred will be here with the limo in a bit. How about we play a game in the meantime to pass the time?” She offered. Tim shrugs, but Jason looked excited. Even Dick looked ready.

“I’m gonna beat yo butt Pixie Bob! Just you wait!!!” It was a promise, and one Marinette was keen to break.

“Oh we will see Mon Cherrie. We will see.” And boops the young one’s noise in a playful manner. She dodged the slapping hand of Jason’s. Reflexes of a bug after all.

“So what’s the game Marinette?” Dick asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Charades .” Jason made a face.

“Meh, no offense pixie bob but that doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun.” Dick didn’t want to be mean to Mari but he also agreed with the older brother. Marinette was close to giving up, but then an idea came in mind.

“How about I show you instead.” Dick, Jason, and now Tim all give their undivided attention to her.

She takes a deep breathe, and then covers her face. The boys wait with baited breathe, wondering what on earth she would possibly do.

And she gave a very mock/scary glare. Her nostrils flare up to exaggerate on the anger, but the boys all knew it was fake. And she coughs, before she could speak.

“Grayson! Todd when I get my hands on you two!!!” Tim was laughing, Jason in a wheezing fit, while Dick giggled, pointing at Marinette while she performs a crab walk with ‘Damien’s’ face.

“Drake you need to lay off the coffee!!!”

“Never!” Retorted Tim. More laughter ensued.

“I-I can’t breathe.” Jason tried and failed to make another sentence and just kept laughing. Tim wasn’t fairing any better. Dick managed to calm down, and raised his hand, wanting to go next. Marinette scoots over your Dicks spot while the boy stood, thinking up an act. An imaginary lightbulb ‘dings’ as he makes that eurika pose.

“Got it!” And turns around to prepare himself.

Dick has his hands crossed behind his back, his chest puffed out, and his eyes closed. He proceeds to move his right hand over to his ‘mustache’ and makes stroking motions with it.

In a dying old man’s voice, he says, “ma-ha-ster Bruce, would care for a cup of teaaa?” Marinette giggles, she couldn’t help herself. Him being funny was just too cute. Tim was still bawling, while Jason laughed, although not as much.

“I wanna go next!” Jason went to the picnic basket and picked up too apples.

“Yes” he mutters to himself, getting himself ready, Dick already in Mari’s lap. Tim wipes a tear from his eye.

“Is everyone ready?” Jason asked. Everyone answered yes.

He turns around. The apples he used, are under his shirt, resembling large breasts. Dick already started to giggle, knowing this was going to be good.

In as much ladylike in his voice, Jason starts with, “oh good dearie Alfred!!! Why Does BRUCIE DEAR NoT CaLL. Doesn’t he know I must show off all my JEwelry to him?!? Hmmm Alfred you don’t understand, he’s a literal brick wall!!! GoSH he’s lucky he’s good in bed otherwise I’d leave his sorry ass behind. OH ALfreD, you always did listen to what I had to say. Hey Dearie, why don’t you be my owN PErsonal ButLer?!?” Dick was dying, Marinette was bawling, and Tim wanted to get in on the action, so he did.

“Ahem, b-But Mistress Selina, I shall not forsaken the one I was meant to serve. ForGive me, ‘tis I was the one who raised him. It appears I have failed to teach Master Bruce the, propèr etquite in the dealings of a woman such as yourself.” Tim finished in the funniest old man voice you can imagine.

“Oh AlfRed lets elope, forget that old Bat, yOur the real gentlemen!” Jason shouted in his feminine voice, rushing to Tim, putting both his hands on his chest as thou he wanted to embrace him.

“B-B-but Mistress!” Tim acted scandalized in his fake old man impersonation.

“But nothing Alfred. I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT MY JEWELRY AND BOOBIES!” Jason and Tim couldn’t hold it in any longer, for they proceeded to burst into laughter. Marinette and Dick were wheezing and pathetically trying to reclaim the air they lost to the laughter.

It took a good five minutes for the four to calm down, but eventually did.

“*cough* *cough* alright, well I’ll be beat, Jason, Tim that was the best yet.”

“Ya I liked it to Jason!!! And Tim you have a better Alfred expression then me!!!l

“Dawww well, when you have Alfred persisting you on what you can and can’t drink you tend to learn a few things.” He shrugs it off. Eventually Alfred pulled in with the limo.

“Young masters, are you enjoying yourselves?” Jason had a growing smirk, while Dick covered his cute mouth to hide his giggles. Tim just laughed at the family butler.

“Y-you could say that Alfred.” Marinette implies. The butler raises a brow, but leaves the conversation at that. More uncontrolled chucking ensues.

“Alright boys-“ and then the babysitter giggled at the sight of a wheezing Jason. Dick and Tim managed to relax from the laughter.

“D-Did you see the way his eyebrow moved with his mustache?” Marinette gasped. Dick and Tim lost it.

“Oh Mistress!” Tim yelled in his fake Alfred impression.

“Oh Alfred Dear!” Jason responded, putting one hand over his heart, the other over his head. More giggling ensued.

Eventually, the gang arrived at their destination. It was still half past four. Around two hours they can have fun at the amusement park before Marinette has to get the boys home. Curfew curtsey of one Bruce Wayne after all.

“Be safe young masters, Marinette. And if you need anything else, I will be here.”

“Of course Alfred.” The gang say their goodbyes, but Alfred stops them from taking another step. With a smug smile, he states that he has a much better impression of himself then whatever nonsense Tim made up. The boys and Marinette blush, embarrassed to be caught, but Alfred was impressed nonetheless.

“How did he find out?” Jason asked.

“It’s Alfred, Jason. He always knows.” Tim answered, speaking the truth and nothing but the truth.

“Well at least he liked it.” Marinette said, hoping to damper it down. Dick smiled.

“I wanna go on that!!!” Dick yelled, pointing at a rollercoaster that looked too dangerous. Jason and Tim also grinned. Marinette looked ready to pass out. Granted she has/ been Ladybug, and KNOWS how it feels to have her body thrown around like a sad rag doll. But it was in an indestructible suit made of magic. And she had a magic yo-yo. The guardian in hiding is in civilian casual clothing not meant for danger. What if something bad happened? Or if they get stuck? Or

“Marinette?” Dick’s concerning voice interrupted Marinete’s mental breakdown. Shaking her head to snap out of whatever stupor she got herself into, did a 180 and gave a smile, although one laced with nervousness.

“Yes?”

“Your afraid aren’t you?” Jason answered knowingly.

“I what me- pft afraid! Of that... thing.... of death...” she visibly gulped. Tim snickered at Marinettes suffering. Dick, being the innocent bean that he his, takes both her hands in his, and calms her down.

“It’ll be fine Marinette. I’ll hold your hand the whole time.” Dick offered. Jason was snickering, and so was Tim.

“Dickie poo, she doesn’t want to go on that ride.” Tim reasoned. Dick faltered. Marinette took a calming breathe. ‘For my Mon Cherrie!’ She told herself.

“I’ll take you up on that offer Dick.” Marinette said, surprising Tim and Jason. Instead of her nervous face, was instead one that held resolve. Dick is ecstatic, holding her hand the whole way, almost dragging her. Tim and Jason were behind them.

Luckily, there wasn’t a long line, despite it being a holiday. Eventually, Dick and Marinette sat in the back of the ride, while Tim and Jason sat in front of them. The duo mainly wanted to see how Marinette would deal with the ride. Tim holding his phone out, to get a photo or video of Marinette’s reaction.

“Alrightie passengers, make sure to keep your hands and feet, WITHIN the cart. Please. We are NOT liable for any lost possessions in the ride ok, and please, don’t be idiots.” The female roller coaster worker said with a tired voice. She glared at Jason when she said that. Jason just gave her a middle finger and stuck out his tongue.

“JASON!” Marinette berates. The boy flinches, but crosses his arms and looks the other way, like the little brat he is.

“I’m so sorry about him!” Marinette started, but the worker just sighed and pulled the lever activating the ride. Cutting off Marinette from the conversation.

The ride made a jolt at being activated, startling the poor French-Asian woman. Dick just held her hand tighter to reassure her, and it worked. Tim filming everything from a secret camera placed on his back without the knowledge of anyone else.

“Hey Pixie Bob, make sure to raise your hands up when the ride goes down.” The troublesome boy instructs.

“Didn’t she just say NoT to leave arms and legs OUT of the ride?”

“Relax, it’s still within the boundary.”

“Jason Todd you better not otherwise I-“ Marinette failed to notice that the ride was already at the peak of the mountain before it would plummet ride down. She screamed, tears flying out of her eyes from the wind. Everyone was screaming. Jason and Tim both had their hands up. Dick gave a comforting squeeze in Marinette’s hands, which grounded her.

And she lets herself calm down. She doesn’t think of anything. And slowly a smile creeps on her face. Surprising Dick she raising her and his hand up, shouting ‘wooos’ and ‘yeaaaaaas’.

“I TOLD YOU IT BEE FUN!!!” Dick yelled from all the wind rushing into their ears. Marinette nodded, but the young boy didn’t see. Every twist and turn made the Bluenette giggles and laugh and shout and scream. And then came the loop.

“OH KWAMI!!!” Jason was laughing like a maniac, his hands out the whole time.

The ride finally ends. It may have been five minutes, but to Marinette, it felt so much slower.

“So how was it?” Dick asked. She ignored how messed up his hair turned, and combed it up with her dainty hands.

“That was incredible!!!” And she really meant it too.

“Ha, Tim did you get all that on film?” Jason asked. Tim gives him a withering glare.

“What does he mean Tim?” She asked eerily calm. Tim eventually shows her the film he took on his phone.

“Are you telling me, you had your phone on the WHOLE time?” Marinette asked, crossing her arms. Ah gave an unimpressed look to the teen before her. Tim shrunk in on himself.

“N-No I uh had this!” He showed her the small device, and he mentally wanted to slap himself. This is tech he’d use as Red Robin!!!!!! And he showed it to an innocent civilian, in his civilian self.

Dick and Jason waited with baited breathe. Their faces remained neutral, but on the inside were panicking as well.

It was at this moment The eldest Wayne entered.

“What did you do now Jason?”

AND SCENE!!! That was chapter... 8!!! Wow can’t believe I made it this far. I hope ya all have a happy holiday!!! Like comment reblog yada yada

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

First of all, I was so nervous I sent that last message without flipping the anon switch because I didn't double check like usual. Lol. It's only a matter of time so hopefully you figure it out before then. 😉

Also, I could not get through this entire post without dying of laughter. I was laughing so hard I was crying last night. It took me 10+ minutes to get a hold of myself. I'm over here having the time of my life and you're going crazy trying to figure it out. I'm sorry I'm laughing but it's just so much fun for me. 😂

Aw Gina, I love you too!!! I'm glad to be back too. I'll try to be more consistent. 😊

Welp, at least now you know I'm not from the UK if I don't know the difference between pounds and euros. Haha. But I Googled it and omg 120 pounds is even more than 120 euros! Geez!

Oh gosh no, I'm alright. No need to be nervous. I just catch a lot of colds because I spend a lot of time in the cold and as we've established, I only kind of take care of myself. Haha.

That draft is everything! I'm gone for two days and you're ready to send out a search party for me. 😅 I wish I'd waited so I could see that post. 🤣🤣🤣 I say post it anyway just so I can see. Maybe you can get the entire Harry Potter side of Tumblr searching for me. (I'm kidding! 😅)

Omg I'm just glad that at least last night it wasn't me that kept you up until 7am but instead it was Tiktok. I'm only responsible for the hour between 4 and 5am. So that's something at least. 😅

because no, I don't want to talk about me, I am ready to find out who you are!

I think we might have to come up with a rule here. I think when you ask a series of questions at the end (like in your last message) I get to pick one identity question from the group but you also have to include a getting to know you question that we both answer (like favorite color or favorite movie or something). 😊

Here are my highlights from your lists:

The Shadowhunters thing actually could be a useful clue if you know where to look or who to ask. So I'm glad you remember that. 😉

Personal Edition:

Ok the first three made me smile so much. You're the best. 😊

4. 6 days ago you wrote; the new semester has started

Dang Gina! You're really out here making a timeline of all our interactions aren't you? 🤣🤣🤣

5. You are hoping you'll be able to read and interact a little more.

Once again, this actually could be a clue if you know where to look.

7. You only kind of take care of yourself; Let me get my slipper 😅

No slippers needed today. After this I'm gonna have brunch and I promise to drink a full glass of something with my meal. (I hate water but it'll be something)

9. You are doing a research project on landing mechanics in a specific sport; This is where I thought I knew who you were. Then you destroyed it by saying; You are majoring in science and you like testing and analyzation 🙈

I'm super interested in who you thought I was with this one. I am curious to know how the second portion destroyed that, because research and analyzation go together, do they not? I'm confused.

18. We talked a few times in different places; How is that a clue?! 😂

That's literally the most important clue I've given you! It means you might have to look outside of our asks to find answers to my clues! I actually thought I gave myself away the other day, and I was absolutely dying of laughter watching you respond and realizing you hadn't noticed.

Conclusions:

You are actually correct on all three of those! You do follow me, I am over 18, and I am from the US!

It sounds like the science thing is what's tripping you up the most, so I will clarify (kind of) "I'm majoring in a science"

Of those clues you asked for, many of them will give me away! So instead I will technically answer one but make it extra vague; There are 3 names people on Tumblr call me, and in alphabetical order the letters they start with are E, I, and M.

Yes, I much prefer these vague clues... 😄 But to be honest, I threw in a couple good ones this time so hopefully you've made a little progress and have some ideas of where to look next. I also honestly think I gave myself away today, so I am anxiously awaiting your response. 😬

(I wish I could put a read more in asks, this has gotten super long so apologies to your followers. Although by the looks of the likes on some of our messages it looks like some people are enjoying this as much as I am 😅) -⭐

Shoot, I wish you forgot to switch the anon xD

Actually, it is hilarious, so I completely understand xD I’m feeling like Sherlock Holmes but a dumber, less useful version. Like a faulty Sherlock Holmes xD

Rest under the cut :D

I don’t want you to feel like you have to message me or it’s like an obligation so if you have no time and you are too busy, then just take your time, I completely get it, we are not rushing anywhere. <3

Hahaha you would love it if everyone searched for you :D The anonymous Tumblr celebrity xD I might post it regardless, but I don’t want to get attacked about trying to expose my anon’s identity. I have seen posts where people went off on accounts saying they shouldn’t try knowing their anon’s identity as they chose to be on anon for a reason. I don’t really want to have to explain myself to everyone and coming off stalkerish and you are the only one who knows the whole story and a couple of my followers xD I will have to think this through, until then it sits in my drafts. :D

Okay, pink and black are my favourite colours and I don’t have a favourite movie. Now that it’s out of the way, back to you xD

You see, you said you spend a lot of time in the cold! Once again this makes me think of the same person I initially thought of. When you referred to Shadowhunters, again it’s the same person I am thinking of, but there is also another person in my mind so now I have two options.

Research and analysis go together, but again the person I thought of said something about studying sport stuff, exercise science thingy, that’s why it threw me off. That’s why I changed my mind and decided you are not that person. But now that you say A science it makes me think of that person again, but on the other hand I don’t know what the other protentional person studies. God, you are killing me!

You say we have talked the other day. There was only 4 people I have talked to outside of my asks recently and one of them was the same person I thought of from the beginning, but also my second option was between those 4 people too.

Both of my options are 18+, I follow them, and they are from the US. You see, both of my options have at least one of those letters, but now I’m off to confusion land again, because you said they call you 3 names. Who on earth uses 3 names? xD

5. You are hoping you'll be able to read and interact a little more. - Once again, this actually could be a clue if you know where to look.

This did not help at all xD I think what you consider clue is not a clue for me and what I consider a clue is not a clue for you xD This is getting twisted at this stage xD I honestly think we are both in the same Discord server, I am quite sure at this point.

The fact that you think you gave yourself away makes me feel utterly useless. I am trying to think of all the people I have talked to recently and all of them has I, E and M in their name or their name starts with those letters, but only one of them talked to me about cold and science. Whether I am missing something very obvious or I know who you are, and I am simply questioning myself at this point.

Let me ask you one question, which would help me find the right answer. Have you got any injuries and if yes, what’s that? :D

I feel like I’m close, but at the same time I keep questioning it <3

[bae-leth]

Hey, hey, if you’re doing headcanon requests then I absolutely wanna hear your headcanons for Dimitri and Felix back when they were kids. How they met, how their relationship was like growing up, that kinda thing!

crawls out of bed.

did you say…. felix and dimitri??? Oh…..oh gosh. it seems like…. my hands are moving of their own accord …. you have Awakened me, anon….

(disclaimer: JKSDJHF THIS GOT SO LONG, I GOT REALLY CARRIED AWAY,,, OH DEAR)

Felix did not want to be Dimitri’s friend at first.

Dimitri was so… excitable. Constantly smiling, horribly popular, and so happy. Felix felt tired whenever he so much as looked at the young prince.

Why would he need the prince as a friend, anyway? Sure, he’d be a useful connection, but Felix couldn’t see how exactly he was meant to approach him.

Flattery? False affections? Lies? No, thanks. So much effort - and for what? He’d much rather stay away.

So when the king holds a social gathering for all the nobles in the kingdom, and all the other noble kids decide to flock around the prince and completely block off the food table, it’s safe to say that Felix is annoyed.

He just wants the sandwiches, but noo, the prince has to attract a fanclub? And leave him hungry? Fantastic.

So he just stays back and sulks. All he wants is some food so he won’t starve, but’s stopping him? Oh, that’s right. The prince! Grrr.

Felix’s parents try to get him to socialise with the others, but he’s having none of it. He hasn’t had much luck with friends before (something about his moodiness? They called him moody -) and he doesn’t need them now. He prefers to be alone, you know?

So he escapes from the ballroom (without any food :( ), and ends up in the castle gardens to contemplate.

(What’s with this weird twinge in his chest when he thinks about friends, anyway? It’s annoying. He doesn’t like it.)

Just as he’s about to doze off on the garden bench, Felix is suddenly jerking upright, because he’s hearing the tell-tale sounds of wood clashing with wood.

He follows the sound, somewhat apprehensively, and who does he find? None other than the prince himself, slashing away at a training dummy with ferocious determination!

Felix is actually kind of impressed at his stamina (read: kind of. Only kind of) and ends up watching him for quite some time - that is, until Dimitri spots him and waves him over.

Felix goes ‘ABORT ABORT ABORT HE FOUND ME’ in his head, but stays put as the prince marches over to him.

Dimitri: Hello! I haven’t seen you before. :D Would you like to spar with me?

Felix, internally: LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE

Felix, externally: Sure. I’ll beat you anyway!

So they spar, and for some reason, Felix really wants to impress the other boy. So, once he finds an opening, he rushes forward with all his strength…

… and he hits Dimitri so hard he stumbles and falls awkwardly, with a sickening crunch and a cry of pain.

Felix is internally panicking. Like, PANICKING.

Dimitri is suppressing tears on the floor, and Felix is just standing there, frozen, going “OH GOD I KILLED THE PRINCE?? AM I GOING TO GET EXECUTED??? IS HE OKAY???”

The guards rush over when they hear Felix yelling, and they take the prince to the infirmary. Felix gets the scolding of his life from his parents, but the pounding in his ears means that he barely listens to them.

His real fear is what’ll happen to him when he sets foot in the castle again. He’s only a kid, but they’re going to banish him, aren’t they? Is he going to find the prince dying? Dead? 

He’s doomed, so utterly doomed -

This is literally the most he’s ever messed up, ever -

Before he knows it, he’s being brought before the king. The king is stern and intimidating, and as coolly as Felix tries to conduct himself, he’s still a child, so he’s quaking.

Dimitri is sat next to the king, arm in a sling. Hey, at least he’s not dead? Still, he looks so impassive…

The king asks him what happened. Not aggressively, but just in a low tone. Felix takes a deep breath, and prepares to apologise profusely and maybe try to salvage his own life

when, out of nowhere, Dimitri cuts in, and proclaims that it was all his fault.

Dimitri: Father, it was me. I tripped and fell. Felix was only trying to help me, I promise!

Felix: ??? (WHAT ARE YOU DOING????)

The king asks them again, but Dimitri persists, and finally the king relents. He gets up, tells his son to be more careful, and tells Felix to enjoy the rest of his stay.

Felix is just like ??????!?!?!?!?!?!? now. Why on earth would Dimitri cover him? He literally broke his arm!

Felix expresses this when they get out of earshot of the throne room.

F: Why’d you help me out back there? I don’t even know you!

D: What do you mean? You’re my new friend - of course I had to help you :D (don’t worry about my dad, he’s a big softie really, he just looks like that when he scrunches up his eyebrows, blah blah blah blah blah….)

In the middle of Dimitri’s rambling, Felix shortcircuits, because???? ‘Friend’??? ‘NEW friend’??? What??? WHat?? Wha-

Felix can’t wrap his head around it. Dimitri wants to be his friend?? Genuinely?? Even though he knocked him to the floor???

(Why does this make him feel so warm??)

Felix decides he should at least say thank you. So, he goes out, makes (yes, makes) an entire batch of sweets, and yeets them at Dimitri the next time they see each other. 

Dimitri only smiles widely, and eats three of them in one go, telling Felix that they’re delicious, and when is he making more? He knows someone who’d love them, and he wants to eat more too, and -

Felix smiles, too, and from then on, a beautiful friendship is born.

They become as thick as thieves, and they run off everywhere. The guards hate them.

In their childhood years, Dimitri’s usually the one who’s dragging Felix toplaces. Not much responsibility yet = more fun!

Felix has to chase after him to make sure he’s not hurt. He’s still kinda wary after the sparring incident, and since Dimitri is as reckless as a boar, he’s resigned himself to making sure his new friend(!) doesn’t go off and lose an eye, or whatever.

Lots and lots of winter activities!

One time, Dimitri convinces him that they’re totally skilled enough to make their own toboggan. (They’re not.)

They make one that’s tiny, and Dimitri says that they can both go on it together, because it’ll be much more fun!

(They crash into a boulder instead, but hey, at least no one’s crying this time?)

They enjoy ice skating, too. Ingrid and Sylvain get dragged along to these - Ingrid is terrible at balancing, but Sylvain is surprisingly great at it.

Faerghus’ Christmas markets are the best thing ever. Authentic hot chocolate, tons of colourful stalls, snow falling thickly and late into the night, faint music ever present in the distance… When they’re open, the duo spend lots of their evening free time there.

Snowball fights. So many snowball fights. They come in afterwards tracking snow throughout the entire castle, and the maids want to cry.

Over time, Felix realises that he is really, really enjoying his friendship with Dimitri. A lot. A bit too much? No - this is fine! This is fine, and he couldn’t be happier.

(ofc, he doesn’t express this out loud, but Dimitri seems like he knows, so…? maybe he doesn’t have to???)

However, as they get older,  Dimitri slowly realises that he has take on more responsibilities and get into Proper Prince Mode in order to win court favour. He’s not cute and smol anymore, and the court won’t take too kindly to him if he continues ignoring his ‘duty’ forever.

Felix understands. He’s the son of a Duke, how could he not?

It doesn’t mean he likes it, though. He hates it, actually. Anything that’d change Dimitri’s beaming grin into a worn and weary expression is something that he’ll hate with a passion.

So! As Dimitri becomes more solemn and more withdrawn, taking on more princely duties, Felix eventually goes ‘fuck it’ and decides to go ham. He’s only a noble, not a prince, so it shouldn’t be that much of a deal.

He’s doing it not only to make Dimitri smile genuinely again, but also because he knows that the prince is bound to look better next to him in comparison. Two for the price of one!

(NOT THAT HE’D EVER TELL ACTUALLY TELL DIMITRI THIS. SSH. FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, FELIX JUST LIKES BEING AN ASSHOLE)

Dimitri becomes the one having to put up with Felix’s tomfoolery and chase him down every time he decides to do, well, anything.

Felix starts to challenge everyone. Ambassadors’ sons, counts, foreign dignitaries … Dimitri is just there going ‘NOOOOOOOO’ and pulling him back by the collar.

Felix is also super straightforward when he’s talking, which Dimitri needs, because he’s the type to make the other person feel marginally better even if their ideas are terrible.

Dimitri: The trade routes you’re proposing aren’t too bad. There might be some improvement needed, but on the whole, they are actually -

Felix: nah they suck lmao

Felix is constantly looking for more daring things to do. Constantly.

F: What would happen if I stole those drumsticks?

D: Felix, no

F: FELIX YES

No matter how hard Felix tries, though, Dimitri gets more and more stressed anyway. His duties pile up and up, and the looming weight of the crown makes him more anxious and self conscious, even though he’s trying his best to exceed the expectations placed on him.

Felix sees this (age 15 or so) and is like. Bitch. Bitch no. Bitch not again. BITCH

So he ups his game, and starts dragging Dimitri back to their favourite haunts - the ones they didn’t have time to go to anymore. NO MORE STUDYING FOR THE PRINCE.

They spend long Faerghus winters doing Everything. Once, they made a snowman in the shape of a particularly snobby Leicester noble and nearly got their heads chopped off for it (he really was ugly, okay??)

Felix gets yelled at constantly for distracting the prince, but does he care? No. Not at all.

(The guards love them, just because they’re so entertaining.)

One time, Dimitri offhandedly tells him about another noble boy their age who was giving him trouble. He’d called him weak and pathetic, and unfit to take the throne, and something else that Dimitri doesn’t want to disclose.

Felix takes one look at Dimitri’s sad smile (that - that bastard made him believe it?) and his mind goes blank. He spins on his heel, and walks off without a word.

He comes back half an hour later sporting a bruised lip. Later, news arrives that the other boy was found bawling in the kitchen, with two black eyes.

Dimitri berates Felix for it for ages (“Why would you do that? I told you it was nothing!”), but he’s touched, too. Felix takes all the blame in the ensuing outcry, and gets aptly punished, but he doesn’t regret it. The guy was a right prick. The black eyes probably make him more attractive now.

Felix openly calls Dimitri a boar in court. His parents sport thunderstruck expressions every time, but Dimitri just beams.

But yes… Felix always makes sure that Dimitri is happy. He covers it up with a lot of insults and snark, but he’s always got his best interests at heart (even though he’s terrible at showing it.)

Before they go to the Officers Academy, Dimitri tells him that he knew what he’d been doing the entire time, and really appreciates it. 

He then goes on to say that Felix is the most precious friend he’s ever had, and he wouldn’t trade him for the world.

… with that exact wording. My god.

Naturally, Felix gets embarrassed. “Why are you so sappy?” he grumbles, cheeks pink. Then, Dimitri hugs him very hard, and Felix goes FUUUUUUUU and short circuits because sahgdsag this is the nicest hug he’s ever gotten????? It’s really nice?????

Of course, he’s not telling Dimitri any of this. Instead, he pretends to be annoyed and punches the prince in the shoulder, before they start to discuss what the future has in store for them.

[ask-tinyjasper]

the sun and the moon [jaspvid]

this is an au where instead of jasper dying, it was david because i’m an angsty little shit

also i was indecisive about how i should have david die so i figured, might as well have him die by bears, just like jasper almost did!

David loved music, if it wasn't obvious already.

When he and Jasper were younger, however, David didn't want to show it. He needed to keep up his "tough guy" appearance, and so he thought showing his love for guitar and singing would make him seem weaker.

Jasper was the one who got him out of his shell.

Jasper, one year, brought his ukulele. At night, under the audience of beautiful, glittering stars, he would play soft melodies and sing to himself where the water met land. Jasper was never trying to hide the fact that he could play and sing, but rather that it wasn't one of those things that he he felt the need to bring up.

One crisp night near the middle of summer, he was watched. He was watched and observed by a certain auburn-haired boy and for three nights in a row, said boy stood silently behind a tree. He listened, completely mesmerized as if Jasper was the Pied Piper and he was under his spell. His face glowed underneath the moonlight. The auburn-haired boy could never look away, and every time Jasper was finished, he hid.

How would he begin to explain why he was just... staring?

On the fourth night, however, David made a mistake.

Something inside of David wanted to get closer. He wanted to hear Jasper's voice clearly, to see the peaceful expression on his face as he strummed on chords so that night, David risked it and crept closer. He hid behind a different tree, and he could feel his heart flutter in his chest at Jasper's song.

I'm lying on the moon My dear, I'll be there soon It's a quiet and starry place Times were swallowed up in space We're here a million miles away There's things I wish I knew There's no thing I'd keep from you It's a dark and shiny place But with you my dear I'm safe

We're here; a million miles away

x

It must have been approximately 10 pm when Jasper finished his performance, stars clapping silently with their twinkling light. Just like every night, Jasper slowly stood up, dusting off his navy blue shorts and turned around.

David slowly backed up, trying to keep out of sight. He hadn't noticed the sudden descent of the terrain, so as he inched backwards, David lost his balance and tumbled down with a little bit of grunting.

"Ow..." David grumbled to himself, looking at the scratches on his bare arms. He guessed he had some on his face, too, because there was a dull pain on his right cheek. Suddenly, he remembered what he was doing and looked up the miniature hill he fell down, embarrassment creeping up on him.

From the top, Jasper looked at him with worry. "Oh gosh, Davey, are you alright?" he asked, then cautiously made his way down the hill. Once he got to the bottom, Jasper put his ukulele down and examined David, making sure he hadn't broken anything.

"I'm... fine," David said in a small voice. He looked away from Jasper's face, the beautiful images of the boy singing underneath the moonlight flashing in his mind.

Jasper noticed the injuries on his cheek and arms, and frowned. "What were you even doing here? It's late."

David froze.

Should he... lie?

"I..." David started, cheeks reddening.  He desperately wanted to flee from the situation, but something made him stay. "I was... watching you--watching you play and sing."

This time, it was Jasper who reddened. The blush of embarrassment was a tiny bit visible at night. "Oh... that's... kind of embarrassing," Jasper stated awkwardly, laughing a bit.

David quickly apologized, then lowered his head. "For what it's worth... I think you're cool."

Jasper made a strange, almost choking noise. He thought he was cool?

"Oh wait--no no, that's not--I meant your singing and playing!!" David gasped out, waving his hands like a mad man.

Jasper chuckled a little, then picked up his uke from the ground. "Well thanks, spangler. It's getting late, though, so we should probably start heading back to camp." Jasper held out his hand to help David up. "'course, we gotta clean you up a little bit."

David looked up at Jasper and once more, something in his chest clenched.

What was wrong with him?

David took Jasper's hand.

It was the first step towards him finally opening up; his first step towards him discovering who he really was.

Jasper and David practically knew one another like the back of their hands.

After years of spending the entire summer and as much time as they could during the school year together, the two boys grew closer and closer. Jasper helped David explore parts of himself, and David even helped Jasper through some things.

Jasper didn't exactly enjoy camp. The only reason he stayed was for David, who seemingly loved it.

However, that changed quickly.

One day, David said he was going to go and get wood for something he was making. Jasper wasn't sure what exactly it was since David kept insisting it was a secret. Jasper wanted to help the boy, but he let David go by himself. He claimed he was only going to be gone for a little while; half an hour, max.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty.

Half an hour.

Forty minutes.

Jasper grew impatient and worried while he paced back and forth in front of their shared tent. Why hadn't David come back yet? He wasn't the type to be late to things on purpose. Should he go out and look for him?

Jasper let out a loud sigh, then began running. He ran into the forest, looking around.

What if David had hurt himself? What if he was stuck underneath a log and couldn't get out?

Millions of questions ran through Jasper's mind, which only worried the sage-haired boy even more.

"Davey!" Jasper called out, stopping to turn in a circle. "Davey, can you hear me?"

Jasper got no response.

And then he did.

A very faint rustling sound came from Jasper's right side, and he snapped his head in that direction. There was a weak, familiar voice that called out his name.

"Jasp..."

He almost started sobbing right then and there. Looking at him with a pale face and a weak smile was David. Three large scratch wounds ran down his chest, crimson blood seeping through his yellow camper t-shirt.

"Davey... Davey, no, no, no, no," Jasper muttered rushing towards him. Jasper held out his arms and almost instantly, David fell right into them. Jasper's hands shook violently, mind frantically trying to figure out a way to help him, to save him.

David's head rested on Jasper's chest, Jasper holding him with one arm while the other tried to put pressure on the wounds. Blood spilled out the more he did it, though, and showed no sign of stopping.

"Jasp..." David's breathing was laboured and heavy, "I'm... sorry."

Jasper shook his head. "No. Don't apologize... you're okay. I should've been with you."

David smiled, and Jasper almost lost it.

How could he smile at a time like this? He was dying, yet he still found some way to smile?

Tears welled up in Jasper's eyes. He had to control himself. David was fatally wounded in his arms--Jasper had to be the one comforting him, not the other way around.

"I am not letting you die," Jasper said, then made an attempt at picking David up. David let out a strangled cry, and Jasper immediately stopped.

"Jasper, I'm... I'm d-done for."

The boy closed his eyes and shook his head. He wanted to wake up. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare. He wanted to wake up and see David peacefully asleep in their tent, curled up with his hair slightly hanging over his face. He wanted to see his smile, hear his bubbly laugh, feel his warm hugs.

Just then, David put a sticky hand on Jasper's cheek, eyes tearing up as well.

"I'm lying on the moon; My dear, I'll be there soon," David sang softly, a few salty tears rolling down his cheeks.

Jasper lost all self-control as a steady stream of tears made their way down his face.

He was singing the song they met with.

With a shaky voice, Jasper sang with him. "It's a quiet and starry place; Times were swallowed up in space."

The two of them sang softly underneath the shade of a large oak tree. Jasper hunched his back, pressing his forehead to David's. Both of their tears mixed together, and Jasper held on to David's hand tightly.

He didn't want to let him go.

"It's a dark and shiny place; But with you my dear I'm safe," they both sang, and Jasper could feel David's grip slowly loosen.

David looked up at Jasper, eyes taking in Jasper's face one last time. "We're here; a million..."

David didn't finish the line.

His grip on Jasper's hand was no more, and his eyes had closed completely.

"Davey?" Jasper called out softly, face red and blotchy

That's when it hit him.

Jasper wouldn't get to go out to the docks with him again.

Jasper wouldn't get to see the look of pure joy on his face while they hiked again.

Jasper wouldn't get to joke around with him again.

Jasper would get to sing with him again.

Jasper sobbed. He sobbed and sobbed until there were no more tears left for him to produce. He never moved from that position of holding David close to his body. He didn't want to let go of him ever again.

Counsellors eventually came looking for the two of them. Night had fallen and they were out with flashlights.

Jasper didn't say a word when he saw the bright light, or when he heard one of the counsellors shout "they're over here!". He didn't say a word when they came rushing over to them, or when one of them asked what had happened.

The counsellors brought David back to camp, Jasper silently following behind.

He didn't even bother washing up. He simply went down to the lake, sat at the edge of the water and tucked his knees into his chest.

Jasper looked down at his hands with a sullen look.

"I hate this camp."