#i would still keep the picnic scene because that's the uh oh we caught feelings scene

[curioussubjects]

datv if davrin's romance started out as a super flirty and full of ust, moving to a fwb arrangement because they want to keep it casual considering The Circumstances

and then they catch feelings and the unresolved romantic tension rots everyone's brain

AND THEN they call it quits before the final showdown because Distractions (not another elf dumping you lollmaosobs)

culminating in the scene in the mediation room but instead of it being weirdly cheery it's, you know, in line with the tone of that point of the game. more we could have died i thought you were dead ily rather than what if we skipped into the sunset together im so happy rn....you know?

then after THAT they can skip off into the sunset with their half-cat half-bird son

[nosferatvpussy]

distorted lullabies [chapter III]

Word count: 4,976

Warnings: mentions of sexual abuse, vulgar language

Pairing: Dracula x reader

AO3 link if you prefer that format.

  My phone rang.

Moaning sleepily, I rolled over on the bed searching blindly for it on the bedside table. My fingers found the vibration’s source and grabbed it. I peeked out of one eye so I could see the screen and accept the call, without taking notice of who was calling.

“Yeah?” I answered, closing my eyes again.

“I want to know everything.”

“Diana?” 

“Who else?” said my neighbour. “You missed our breakfast so I expect it was an above average night for you.”

“You’re so nosy!” I complained but chuckled. “Was I loud?” I grimaced, expecting the worst and imagining my other neighbour’s faces at me the next time I decided to stroll down the street.

“Well, I definitely heard you but I’m literally one door away from you. And Jack and Suze are on holiday so, you don’t have to worry about them. Come outside, I’ve made us lunch.”

“‘Kay. Give me a minute and I’ll be right there.”

I sighed and, phone still in hand, attempted to get up but immediately lied down again upon feeling that I had a stiff neck. Staring at the ceiling, my mind flashed back to last night and I smacked my forehead. 

“World’s biggest hickey, indeed,” I muttered as I strained to get out of bed. “Ow, ow, ow.” 

I opened the curtains on my way to the bathroom and squinted at the uncharacteristic sunlight that streamed in. Peeking out of the window, I could see a pristine blue sky and no clouds in sight. Hopefully it would last. 

I caught my reflection on the mirror as soon as I entered the bathroom and paused. My hair was tousled and I had dark circles around my eyes. My upper lip was a bit colourless but the bottom one had an unnatural shade of violet as a reminder of my make out with the Count. A little makeup would disguise it so Diana wouldn’t have more reasons to pick on me. My hands started pulling my hair back so I could brush my teeth without it slipping into the sink but shock paralysed me.

There, on the left side of my neck I had teeth marks imbedded on my skin. If they had been just outlines that would have been fine - I had had one of those before in encounters with previous lovers - but I had punctures this time.

“He bit me,” I spoke to myself, my faint voice echoing in the bathroom. 

I leaned towards the mirror to inspect it up close. The skin around the laceration was discoloured and slightly swollen to the touch. There was no blood at all. It couldn’t have been a very deep bite because my body was already making a light scab over the wound.

“What the fuck…” 

My brain raced searching for a plausible explanation as I stared at myself. There was none. Anger replaced shock and I grabbed my phone, cycling through the contact list. I silently thanked myself for saving his new number in case I had needed to speak with him regarding his assets. I called three times to no avail. Steam was probably coming out of my ears as I typed a message to him.

 YOU FUCKING BIT ME! Expect the police to knock on your door today, you wanker. 

All of my hypothesis as to why he had done that involved some sort of mental disorder. Number one, he was just fucking crazy. Number two, he had a fetish for biting people. Number three, he suffered from delusions that he was a vampire. And every other form of variation surrounding that.

I waited a few more minutes for a reply or a call back from him but nothing happened. 

I debated whether I should clean the wound or not but if I wanted the police to get DNA so I could get a proper case built against him, it was best I didn’t wash it. Although the wound certainly didn’t look pretty, there was nothing that indicated an infection.

There was a rasp on my back door and then Diana called my name. 

“I’m going!” I yelled. 

After having used the toilet, brushed my teeth and hair, I dabbed some concealer around my eyes and put on a light shade of lipstick to cover the lip bruise Count Dracula had given me. I changed from my pajamas into an acceptable outfit, which included a red scarf tied around my neck, and went out into the back garden I shared with Diana.

Diana was not only my neighbour but also the world’s nicest landlady. Her house and mine used be conjoined which is why we shared the back yard. Years ago, when Diana’s husband died, she’d decided to separate the two houses again and rent one of them. She was still looking into splitting the garden by placing a wood fence when I moved in. We had grown so close over the years that she had given up on installing a fence and just left it the way it was. 

We took turns on making breakfast for each other every Saturday and we usually ate on a picnic table on the covered patio that sat adjacent to Diana’s backdoor. But today, Diana had set the table on the very back of the garden with a parasol shielding a round wooden table and two chairs. The bird fountain on the far left was on and birds were happily singing and chirping as they stood beneath the shooting streams of water.

The blinding sun paired with such a joyous scene made it hard for me to stay mad and I found myself beaming at Diana.

“Good morning!” she cheered.

Diana had her long hair on a plait which gave it a cool effect now that she had stopped dyeing her hair and embraced the silver. That didn’t mean she was fully accepting of aging - she had a fair amount of botox on her forehead and around her eyes. Working as a marketing director for a big cosmetics company for over 20 years will do that to any person. Plus if she looked a day over 40 it wouldn’t exactly be the best marketing strategy. 

I was the closest thing to a child to her, well, besides the 5 cats she owned. Ever since Gerard, her husband, died ten odd years ago she hadn’t experimented with dates or lovers because she thought nobody would ever live up to him. And so she lived vicariously through my love escapades.

“Morning!” 

I had barely sat down and she was already serving me a plate of spaghetti on creamy mushroom sauce, my favourite of hers. She was about to pour me a glass of white wine but I covered the glass with my hand.

“Hangover?” She winced sympathetically.

“Not the worst one but yes.” I poured myself a glass of water and gulped it down.

“So? Name, age, what does he do, how was he in bed… Go.” 

I frowned as I drank the last of my water. 

“Hm… I- I don’t think we had sex,” I said. 

Diana lowered her fork that had been on the way to her mouth and frowned back. 

“You don’t remember?”

“Well, I remember kissing him at my door. And then he-” I touched the scarf absently and put on my courtroom face before my eyes could pop out of my head.

I had blacked out. I had no memory about what had happened after he’d bitten me. I didn’t even remember putting on my pajamas. He could have done way more than just bit me. 

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“He what?”

“Uh, he gave me a hickey but yeah I don’t remember much after that. Honestly I drank a lot of rum yesterday and I’m having a small case of amnesia right now. I’m sure it will come back to me later.” God, I fucking hoped so. 

“But you are not sure if you had sex with him?”

“99% sure I didn’t,” I conceded. “I’d be sore if I had and I’m not.”

“He could have been gentle about it.”

“Trust me, he would not have been gentle.” I forced a laugh.

That got Diana’s attention away from my blackout and she started goading for more information. The rational part of my brain placed itself on autopilot as we had lunch and talked about Count Dracula. For once I was glad about the courtroom face I had acquired over the years and the amount of insensitivity that came with it, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to keep talking without panic taking over. 

After Diana was satisfied with all the details I had given her, we moved topics to Judge Llewellyn and the wretched amount of sexism we had both experienced in our lines of work. It was a good outlet for the anger I was feeling towards Dracula. 

Two hours later we said our goodbyes and parted with a promise to go grocery shopping together the next day. 

Once in the comfort and security of my living room I realised I had lied to Diana about the bite without even noticing I’d done that. If I had, then Diana would insist in taking me to the police station and keeping me company the whole time I was there, which was a very good idea. So why had I lied? She was my friend and with how I was starting to panic, I wanted emotional support. 

But there was a tiny part of me that didn’t want anyone else to know about the bite, like it was a private and very intimate thing. As if it was a secret to be kept very safe between Count Dracula and I.

Sitting on my sofa, I flickered my eyes to the front door. I should go to the police station, yes but my body was willing myself to keep sitted and remain there. 

My phone beeped and with a glance, I knew I had to stay put.

   We’ll talk after sunset.  

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  The police didn’t go to his home so, he presumed she had not paid them a visit. Or, and that was also very likely, London’s police was terrible at their job. Either way, he was surprised to hear her heartbeat coming from inside the house. He had expected her to flee upon receiving his text and, oh, if she did he would find her. But now that he had gotten acquainted with her scent and marvelous taste, there was no mistake that she was inside the house, waiting for him.

He smiled, pleased that he wouldn’t have to hunt her down across London, and rang the doorbell. 

“Come in!” she shouted from the inside. 

Black eyebrows shot up on the Count’s forehead. Easy, a little too easy, even.

He turned the doorknob, pushed it open and waited. For what exactly, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps another attempt to capture him by Johnny’s Foundation or a trap by Scotland Yard but there were no other heartbeats coming from the house.

He made his way in, listening attentively for her. There were several photos of her and friends, presumably, on the walls. One of them was with… Hm, what was her name? His tongue rubbed the top of his mouth in an attempt to evoke the memories he had consumed along with her blood. Ah, Diana. Lovely woman. He might have a taste of her, too.

“There you are,” he said upon finding Y/N sitting on the living room. 

The room wasn’t particularly big but it served as a library large enough to cause envy on the best of individuals. Vinyl records were set up as decoration on the wall behind the sofa where she was sat. A stone fireplace and the TV broke the overall “vintage” look. It was hardly vintage to him but he had missed several decades that were now considered old to humans. 

She looked up at him tiredly and stood up from the sofa, stretching like a cat which caused several of her brones to crack and a moan to erupt from her throat. A corner of his mouth twitched up as a response to the sound.

“Will you give me a second so I can order food? I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

The Count stood there, nonplussed, as she grabbed her phone and started clicking its screen. He expected screaming, a slap to the face or crying, but not this. Not this at all. 

For starters, it was unusual that she had remembered having been bitten. Even more unusual that she had been able to sent him a text calling him a “wanker”. On the night before, he had meant to put her under his thrall, much like he had done to Renfield, as an experiment to see if he could bend someone as willful as her. Considering that she had successfully insulted him, it had failed and he was pleasantly surprised with that. After he received that text, he had prepared himself for a scandal. 

“Y/N.” 

A few more clicks on the screen and she looked up at him, a mix of exhaustion and anger on her eyes.

“I couldn’t move all day, did you know that? Waiting for you. I couldn’t control my body, like a fucking puppet waiting for its master to move the strings.”

“What?”

“If obeying your every command-" she stood on her tiptoes, putting her nose close to his as he instinctively leaned closer "-is part of being a vampire then I don’t bloody want it." Her voice was low, acquiring a tinge of what she probably considered threat.   

He couldn’t stop his lips from parting and his eyes from widening. She knew, she knew! 

“Oh, how have I underestimated you!” he exclaimed, a grin sprouting in his face. 

“Save it, toothy,” she said as she jammed a finger on his chest. “I’m going to have a shower and you’ll wait here so we can talk later.”

“Watch your tongue,” he warned. 

He was more amused by her anger than insulted but he wanted to put the spell he had on her to the test. Defiant eyes met his and her upper lip curled, almost like a snarl.

“I will do no such thing,” she enunciated every word carefully with a smug smile. 

He held her stare, admired that her insolence had persevered and she had no fear of him. Apparently thinking she’d won, she turned her back on him and left the room. 

Dracula barely registered the sounds of her footsteps on the upper floor and the shower running. He was too trapped in thought to take any notice of it. 

He sunk down exactly where she had been sitting, an awed smile still in his face. Usually, when he chose a person to feed on and truly enjoy their blood for a longer period of time, a spell took over them so they wouldn’t notice the bites or have any memory of the fact. They would just go about life oblivious to what was happening. It had worked on Johnny and even worked on Agatha, although it only lasted so long on her. 

It had not worked at all on Y/N. Except… She had some level of obedience to him. Not the same as Renfield’s, of course, but enough to make her immobile through all afternoon. Still it didn’t make much sense because he hadn’t ordered her to remain still and wait for him but that’s what she had done. 

Anticipation grew within him and he almost went up the stairs to question her exactly how she’d pieced together that he was a vampire. Impulsivity nearly got the better of him but the ringing doorbell kept him from bolting upstairs. 

Ah, her food was here. He had some reparations to make with her if he wanted her to be as good a bride as Johnny had been, so he stood up from the sofa and went to the door to receive the meal. The paper bag informed him that it was Thai cuisine, which he sadly hadn’t had the opportunity to try yet but in a metropolis like London it shouldn’t be too hard to find Thai blood. 

After dismissing the man who had delivered the food, Dracula brought the food to her kitchen where he found plates and cutlery. As she finished her shower and slipped out of the bathroom, he occupied himself with setting up a table on her dining room. After some searching in drawers he found linen napkins and candles. He was finishing lighting the candles placed on the center of the table when she came down the stairs. 

She stopped under the arch that led to the dining room and glared at the special decoration. Droplets of water cascaded from her hair and her skin glowed as if she had light stored behind her flesh. She had on an oversized jumper which concealed her shape but her legs were on display. They were a different shade than the rest of her skin, a little light as if they hadn't seen the sunrays in a long time, but that didn’t take away from the beauty of them. 

Dracula wondered how they would feel wrapped around him, the feel of her warm skin against his, how she would trap him with those legs while he entered her.  The blood running through her veins pumped in anger as he gazed at her. If she’d let him he could feed from a particularly delicious vein on her inner thigh. The thought of it made him hard.

“Stop that,” she said, breaking the trance. 

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like you are deciding between fucking me or drinking me dry.”

“Why not both?” 

She winced as if his words had hurt her.

“Last night… Did we- did you do something else to me?” 

Suddenly understanding the pain that had passed her face moments ago, he shook his head. 

“No,” he responded firmly. “You were nearly unconscious. After I was done, I waited until you could stand on your own and sent you inside.”

“So you didn’t-?” She gulped and crossed her arms in front of her. 

“Rape you?” he completed and she winced again. “No. I would never. Consent is important to me in that matter.” 

He didn’t want her to be scared of him and right now, he could smell her fear. Trust, most of all, was what he wanted from her. Perhaps that would be the right ingredient when making a perfect bride.  Lucy, whom he’d met just two nights before he met Y/N, trusted in him enough to completely give herself to him, body and mind. Lucy, however, was too… malleable. Y/N’s nearly unbreakable iron-will was admirable and he was certain that because of it she’d be unparalleled as a bride. 

Having that consideration in mind, he forced himself to put his good manners aside and, instead of offering her a chair, made his way around the table and took the seat furthest from her. The crease between her eyebrows softened and she nodded to acknowledge his action, sitting down at the head of the table. She opened the food container and carefully tipped it over her plate. The strong smell of spices made his nose tingle and his mouth water - not at the food but at the taste her blood would acquire after she ate it. 

“So, enlighten me,” he leaned back, crossing his hands over his chest. “If you know what I am why would you invite me in?”

She raised a finger as she chewed on the food, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He rubbed his fingers together as an attempt to concentrate but she was determined to make it difficult to him, it seemed. 

“Quid pro quo, Clarice. You tell me things I tell you things,” she said after swallowing. Seeing the frown on his face, she waved a hand. “Film reference, forget it. But you get the meaning.” He nodded so she would continue but reminded himself to watch a film by the name of Silence of the Lambs, at least that was the title her blood provided. “I had to invite you in. My body told me to.”

“Your body?” He leaned forward, eyebrows raising as he considered it. “How-”

“No,” she interrupted. “My turn. How long do I have?”

“What?”

“Until I start wanting to rip people apart,” she said before taking another bite from her food. 

“Oh, that. I didn’t take enough blood to turn you.” 

“But you will?”

“Yes.” He smiled.

“Do I have a say in this?”

“No.”He eased himself back to rest on the chair. “You may try to run and hide but I will  find you. The outcome will be the same if you don’t run so let’s not make it harder on ourselves, shall we? This will be much more pleasurable if I have your consent.” She stabbed daggers with her eyes and opened her mouth to talk but it was his turn to raise a finger to ask for silence. “You’ve asked too many questions already. Tell me how you came to know what I am.”

“It wasn’t very hard putting it together. You are not exactly discreet,” she said in a snide tone. “At first, I thought you were insane. Although I was stuck playing statue all afternoon, I still had my phone with me and I could move my hands just fine. So I accessed our database, the law firm’s database that is, and searched for your file. I was looking for a criminal file or hospital records.”

She paused to eat some more and Count Dracula once again took a moment to appreciate this decade’s technology. A mobile phone contained a world of information just one click away. If those were around the time of Inquisition, the entire population would be burned for heresy and witchcraft.

“Imagine my surprise upon seeing you have been a client of ours since the 1890s,” she continued. “I thought that was probably a mistake, that maybe an ancestor of yours with the same name had been a client in the past. But I found a black and white photo in the file. Nobody is exactly identical to an ancestor so I was sure it had to be you.” She cleared her throat. “Then it was matter of putting 2 and 2 together… Renfield had said that you are only available after dark, so there was that. And then there was your cold skin, the bite and the apparent immortality. That’s a vampire if I’ve ever met one and, well, now I have.”

“How many people have access to that information?”

“Technically only Renfield. I was his intern when I started at the firm and I know all his passwords. That’s how I gained access...” her mouth fell open. “Is he a vampire, too? Is that why he is the only one permitted to see your files?”

The Count laughed.

“Hardly. He is a servant.”

She glowered at him.

“I don’t serve anyone,” she said in a small voice. “I felt enslaved today while I waited for you, unable to move… Please don’t do that to me.”

He had tried to do that and, though it hadn’t worked, almost regretted trying. He didn’t enjoy seeing her humiliation now or hearing the meekness in her voice. If she was anyone else it could have amused him but what he liked about her was the power and boldness she exuded. Stripping her of those would be like knocking the moon and stars out of the sky. Would anyone admire the night sky if they were not there? 

“You are not a servant and you will never be one.” He tilted his head as something occurred him. “Why did you not call the police?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My body wouldn’t obey my commands-” She straightened her shoulders and lowered her eyes for a second before meeting his again. “I didn’t want anybody to know about the bite because part of me knew that you wouldn’t want that.”

“Ah.” He nodded, finally making sense of it. “Loyalty, that was what bound you to me, then. You’re not a servant and you’re not blindly loyal to me as Renfield is, it seems. Wanker, right? That’s the name you called me.” She smiled at that. “It proves you’re not a servant, otherwise you wouldn’t even think such thing. I suspect that you are only bound to the vampire in me, which is why you couldn’t go the police. Your tie to me prevents you from revealing it to other people.”

“Like I signed an NDA where I can’t talk about you being a vampire or anything related to that,” she said, regaining some of the strength on her voice as she made sense of it. “An NDA is something two or more parties sign when-”

“I know what a non-disclosure agreement is,” he interrupted.

“Were those around in your time?” She returned her attention to the food on her plate.

“I don’t think so,” he said. She was taking everything in fairly well. He wondered how much more she would be able to digest in one sitting. “I know what it is because you do. It’s in your blood.”

Alarm made her hand move brusquely and the food on her fork dropped down to her plate.

“What?”

Small doses in the future, he decided. 

“We can talk about it later.” 

“I want to talk about it now.”

“Too bad.” His smile was taunting. “Are you planning on fleeing?”

She glared at his refusal, defying eyes as ever. He shook his head lightly to indicate that she couldn’t coerce him with that stare. At last, she turned her attention to the food.

“What’s the point if you’ll find me? Besides, I have cases open. I’m not going to abandon my clients when I’m the best chance they’ve got at winning in court.” 

The detached manner in which she spoke made him narrow his eyes. She wasn’t lying, he knew that much but humans fled, they always did. Their survival instinct was too strong not to. Count Dracula swirled his tongue inside his mouth, trying to perceive an explanation to her reaction. He got what she called her “courtroom face” but he wasn’t satisfied by it. 

“You won’t run away?”

“Now it seems that you want me to. Should I go upstairs and pack a suitcase?”

“Try doing that and you won’t make more than two steps.”

“See,” she stated as she pointed her fork at him. “That’s why there is no point in running. You’ve given me my fate and while I would very much like to dispute it, I know when it’s a losing cause.”

“You disappoint me, dear,” he muttered.

“I said it was a losing cause, not a lost one,” she said, having another bite as a smile grew on her lips.  “I’ll make you a deal.”

The Count grinned and leaned forward, placing his forearms on the table. In his experience, it didn't matter how shrewd the deal proposed was, holes were bound to be there. And a deal coming from a lawyer should be exciting.

“Go on.”

“You’ll give me time to conclude my pending cases and in the meantime I won’t take new ones. I assume I won’t be able to practise law after I’m a vampire and I don’t want to leave loose ends behind.”

“Done.” 

“I’m not done. I want to listen and learn from you. Convince me immortality is worth it from your years of experience and I’ll consent to you drinking my blood. Until then, you keep your fangs to yourself.” She paused to give him a moment to protest but he remained quiet. “You’ll only turn me when I tell you to. I die on my terms.” 

She set her cutlery down, placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands. 

“And if I can’t convince you that immortality is worth it?” He asked her.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“When? " He chuckled. "Isn’t it arrogant to think you’ve won already?”

“I wouldn’t be a good lawyer if I wasn’t a little arrogant.” She gave him a cheeky smile. “Have we got a deal?”

Her self-assuredness was back, squaring her shoulders and making her eyes gleam. In spite of his suspicion over the deal, it made him grin. 

Jack Seward’s stolen phone rang and the Count retrieved it from his pocket to see Lucy’s face lighting up the screen. He spared Y/N a glance and caught the look of confusion on her face upon noticing that that was clearly not the phone she’d given him. 

Dracula ignored the call and not one second later he received a text from Lucy. 

  R u skipping dinner 2nite?

  Therein lied the difference between Y/N and her. Lucy did not care about anything at all except the unfathomable desire to destroy herself by any means possible. She was in love with death long before they met. Count Dracula hadn’t fully grasped Y/N intentions with that deal but he knew it had nothing to do with a desire to die. She had a practical sense to go about life, he’d noticed it when she expressed that it didn’t matter whether she was afraid to die or not. A deal was a testament to that. 

“I’m afraid I must go,” he said as he typed a message for Lucy. 

He stood up and put away his phone. Y/N tipped her head back to look at him expectantly.

“Are you declining the deal?”

“No.” He stopped next to her. “I thought we could seal it with a kiss.”

She had a second to widen her eyes before he bent down and claimed her lips. A warm hand rested on his cheek instead of pushing him away and she opened her mouth to greet him access, even if for a second. She drew back breathlessly and gazed into his eyes.

“Done,” she said softly.

And then he was gone in a blur.

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[rivalsforlife]

one more ahaha but the cherry blossom scene at the end of catch up game ch 3 because i'm still thinking nonstop about it all the time 👀👉👈

ABSOLUTELY I CAN also for anyone reading this go look at Mika’s art which inspired this scene. It’s the tumblr version so you can reblog it too, which you should do, even if you don’t read my long rambling,

okay once again rambling below...

Traditionally, Larry Butz arrived at any social gathering anywhere from half an hour to three hours later than the time he was told, so all things considered, he was actually early. Phoenix wasted no time informing him of the latest betrayal among their small elementary school friend group.

this is a direct callout to one of my friends from high school, where we started seriously considering telling her that any social event we were planning started an hour earlier than it actually did so that she’d make it there on time. We never did in case this turned out to be the time she actually made it on time, but still.

“Larry, remember that one time we were trying to make that gigantic hopscotch game, and we ran out of chalk?” He pointed an accusatory finger at Edgeworth, who sighed. “It turns out, Edgeworth hid it all along!”

Larry blinked, then shrugged. “Oh yeah, right, that. Well, I kind of had an idea…”

“Wh — You hid this from me too?! D-Death! The death penalty for the both of you!”

“Why does this all sound so familiar,” Edgeworth commented under his breath.

I think this part is mostly there so Larry actually does something because I couldn’t find any real way to fit him into this fic...? Anyways the dialogue there with Phoenix threatening the death penalty on Miles and Larry is pretty much directly lifted from the end of Turnabout Goodbyes, which is why Miles comments on it sounding familiar. 

They continued on in that vein for some time, dredging up old elementary school memories. Phoenix proclaimed to be the only innocent member of that group, before Edgeworth brought up a set of very nice gel pens Phoenix reportedly stole from him. Phoenix and Edgeworth got caught up in their argument, and barely even noticed when Larry wandered away, joining Maggey and Gumshoe at the fishing pond while Franziska critiqued them.

This sort of familiar banter was normal. As Edgeworth teased in that same way he had ever since Phoenix first faced him in court, he had to wonder if he’d just imagined the way Edgeworth had been looking at him during the party. Maybe everything was fine, after all.

Not pictured: Phoenix and Miles leaning in closer to each other as they argue. too close. Larry tries to comment but neither of them hear him. Eventually he just walks away because he’s sick of third-wheeling with these two. It’s my firm belief that if there weren’t the court benches in the way that they need to slam, these two would slowly walk closer and closer to each other as they argue because they. uh. want to “intimidate” each other. that’s why they’re nose to nose like that. the whole courtroom is suddenly very uncomfortable.

Haha anyways also I think these two would pick the dumbest things to argue about all the time? Never seriously arguing, the just like bickering because they don’t know how to hold conversations about their feelings.

“You still haven’t explained exactly what happened to my gel pen set,” Edgeworth accused, as they circled around the argument for the third time.

Phoenix threw his hands up in the air. “I just forgot to return it! I didn’t know you were so bothered by it. You should have brought it up!”

“Back then? You were so sensitive. If I brought up that you might have upset me in the least, you would have burst into tears.”

“I wasn’t that sensitive.”

Edgeworth sighed. “Wright, you cried when I got a question wrong on a spelling test, because you thought I would be sad about it.”

“And you were!” Phoenix retorted. “You cried for like an hour!”

“Because when you started crying, I thought it was something I had to be ashamed of!”

More bickering, pretty much! Also I do think Phoenix cried A Lot and was super sensitive up until the whole Dahlia trial which traumatized him pretty badly... 

Anyways the REAL story behind this incident which I am making up just now is probably that Miles was on the verge of crying because of Getting Something Wrong -- which I totally get, I absolutely almost cried over spelling tests as a baby -- and Phoenix picked up on this and realized his best friend was sad and started crying, which made Miles start to fully cry, and it just became a mess.

Meanwhile Larry with the 3/10 on his spelling test was just like “I don’t get what you guys are so upset about a 9/10 is great” which just makes them cry even more.

(Then Gregory probably found out about this incident and sat Miles down and gave him a speech about “everyone makes mistakes and it’s okay to not be perfect all the time, this is a learning opportunity and it shows you what you need to work on!”

:)

That sentiment didn’t last very long.)

Wow I’m getting off topic, moving on --

Phoenix crossed his arms. “I remember this whole thing very differently than you do. You cried first.”

“I never cried in fourth grade.”

Phoenix leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Origami.”

“Do not bring that up!” Edgeworth hissed as Phoenix reared back, laughing.

I don’t know if you need to lean in super close and whisper that in his ear though Phoenix, that might be a bit unnecessary. Miles got lucky here in that his Eternal Shame over not being able to fold an origami crane in fourth grade overrode whatever reaction he undoubtedly would have had about Phoenix’s face being very close to his face.

Anyways this banter is here in the fic mostly because I really wanted to show them being all comfortable and happy with each other. That was a major thing I wanted to push as much as possible in these earlier chapters, that they do care about each other a lot even before we enter the more outright romantic territory.

“Regardless, I am certain you took my gel pen set, so don’t try to blame faulty memory on that one. I bet you carelessly used them all up, didn’t you?”

“Hardly! I wouldn’t even touch it after you left. It reminded me of you.”

Some of the fight left Edgeworth’s stance. “Really?”

“Well… yeah.” He wasn’t sure why the admission suddenly felt like a confession of an entirely different sort.

aw man Phoenix you brought feelings into your banter NOW what are you going to do.

I’m preeetty sure I have books that I lent to my friends in fourth grade that they never gave back so it’s of course not an inherently romantic thing, they probably just forgot it was mine and obviously aren’t going to bring it back now ten years later, but for Phoenix in this case it was probably more like “I borrowed these gel pens from Miles and then keep forgetting to give them back but was going to after winter break, and then he left, so I need to hold onto them until he comes back”. Miles was taken from his life so suddenly it probably had a huge effect on him, especially since he had few friends at the time and Miles made such a big impact on him.

The two of them sat underneath the tree in a sudden, serene quiet. They’d both discarded their suit jackets at some point, down to their dress shirts and waistcoats. Phoenix pretended not to notice the way Edgeworth’s eyes darted across the line of his shoulders and lingered longer than they should have.

I don’t ever really pay much attention to what people are wearing or what they look like at any particular time when I’m writing, but in this case I took extra care to make sure they were in the same outfits as in the art that inspired this!

Maybe I’ll ramble a bit more about that! Pretty much the “theme” of narumitsu week this year was “cherry blossoms”, so I wanted to find some way to incorporate them into this fic somewhere somehow. I decided to have that as a focus on Free Day because I enjoy having structure and wasn’t sure what to have for the day.

Some of this scene, mainly the picnic, is inspired by that one official art here. The first iteration of this chapter had everyone in it (with the obvious exceptions of Diego and Mia) but then I took out Maya and Pearl for reasons I explained when I was talking about the scene in chapter 6 where I decided to cut a lot of Maya’s scenes out of this fic... even though I love her a lot.

And of course when I thought about cherry blossoms and narumitsu I thought about Mika’s art, yes I am linking it again, which I believe she posted about a month or so before I started planning and I was Thinking About It Constantly. It’s gorgeous and since there was the perfect opportunity to use it here I just couldn’t resist and here we are.

Back to the paragraph: Miles attempted to subtly check Phoenix out. It was not subtle.

“Do you still have those gel pens?” Edgeworth asked, softer. “I think you owe me them, after everything.”

“Oh, shut up,” said Phoenix, but it was difficult to have a heated argument right now, for some unknown reason. “If I still have them, they’re in a box somewhere. Plus, they ought to have dried up by now.”

“I doubt it.” A faint smile was beginning to crawl on Edgeworth’s face. “Those gel pens were state of the art.”

“Sure they were,” Phoenix dismissed. “And, what, you’re going to use them? Sign your fancy prosecutor documents in bright pink?”

“What makes you think I don’t do that already?”

“You wouldn’t — oh, wait, of course you’d have customized ink in the same colour as your entire wardrobe, who am I even talking to…”

“Mhm.” Edgeworth brushed his bangs from his eyes, a motion that Phoenix’s brain decided to fixate on for some reason. “But really, you went to all the trouble of keeping the set, and you never used any of them?”

(Miles voice) “oh so you kept something as trivial as that for so long because they reminded you of me? Tell me more. Why do you want a reminder of me. What exactly do you think of me, Wright,”

hm pretty much as soon as Phoenix brought Feelings into this conversation the atmosphere kind of changed and you can now imagine Miles staring with the most adoring expression at Phoenix while Phoenix is ignoring this with such intensity that it doesn’t even show up in his narration. But he also watches the way Miles brushes his bangs from his eyes, so he’s not much better.

And thinking about it now this scene really went on for too long about gel pens hahaha... 

“Objection!” Phoenix declared. “I used the blue one to write you letters at first.”

“Ah, of course you did. I never got any of those… How many did you send?”

“I don’t even want to know…”

Edgeworth hummed and looked off into the distance, where Gumshoe was demonstrating how to cast a line. “Your level of dedication is something else,” he said, as if to himself.

“Well, yeah. You were my only non-Larry friend. You were…” Phoenix swallowed. “You were important to me, you know? You saved me.”

“You keep bringing that up. You’ve more than returned the favor, you know that, don’t you?”

“I’m inclined to disagree.”

I don’t have a consistent headcanon about whether Miles got or read the letters, in this fic presumably von Karma intercepted them and got rid of them... and then presumably Miles ignored any that were sent to him as an adult.

Also these two are going to have ridiculous arguments about who saved who until they’re on their deathbeds, I’m sure.

Edgeworth turned back towards him as if to retort, but stopped halfway, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at Phoenix.

“... Something on my face?” Phoenix asked, trying to quell the feeling of some sort of anxiety that bubbled up when Edgeworth stared at him like that.

insert mikacherryblossomart.png

Miles turns away for one second and then suddenly oh no he’s even more gorgeous now

Edgeworth was silent for some time. Then, very softly, he said, “You have cherry blossom petals in your hair.”

“What? Do I?” He reached a hand up to brush them out, but Edgeworth stopped him by grabbing his wrist, freezing Phoenix.

“With your hair, you’ll never get them out like that.” With his spare hand, Edgeworth began to pick each individual petal from his hair. “You look so — silly, Wright.”

Partially a callback to the beginning of chapter 3, when they were kids:

“Y-Your hair,” Miles managed to say through stifled laughter. “One of the flowers fell into it.”

Phoenix hands shot up into his hair. “Really?”

“You look so silly, Phoenix.” When Phoenix failed to find the flower, Miles reached out. “Here, let me.” 

 Phoenix remained still as Miles reached up to the top of his head and picked the flower out of his hair. “Your hair’s really soft,” Miles said quietly, before handing it over to Phoenix. “Here you go.”

because Miles apparently remembered that it was difficult for Phoenix to get the petals from his hair the first time, and also, wanted an excuse to touch Phoenix’s hair again.

But also the dialogue and interactions are ONCE AGAIN INSPIRED BY MIKA based on this reply to my reply to the art on twitter. look at that you can go and retweet the art on twitter too!

Overall this gives us an accurate Thoughts to Speech translator for Miles:

Miles: You have cherry blossom petals in your hair and it is going to kill me.

Phoenix: What? Do I?

Miles: No, wait, don’t brush them out, I want to touch your hair because it is soft and this is the perfect excuse. You look so captivating.

if Miles had said that out loud though it would probably have killed both of them.

Phoenix let out an awkward, low laugh, starting somewhere deep within his chest. “R-Really.”

“Mhm.”

Edgeworth’s eyes locked with Phoenix’s, and time seemed to freeze. There was a sudden thrum of tension in the air, as if Phoenix were in a play and he’d suddenly forgotten his lines, forgotten he was supposed to be in a play at all.

(chanting) “kiss kiss kiSS KISS KISS --”

But before either of them could break the sudden spell over them, a fishing hook whirred through the air, and —

“Ack, I — I think I got it stuck!”

but of course that needs to be interrupted at the worst possible time because this is fanfiction and this is how things work!

“In the tree?! How did you even manage to get it that far?”

“Don’t worry about it, Maggey, I can climb up the tree and get it unstuck, just hang on —”

“No, no, if I just give it a big yank—”

“Maggey—!”

I broke the first rule of writing dialogue because I can’t really remember who’s supposed to be saying what. I think that Maya had a few lines here and then I didn’t change them since there were no dialogue tags...

Pretty much -- Maggey with her eternal luck tried to fish but released the line too early as she was swinging back so the line went back and got caught in the tree branches directly above Phoenix and Miles.

I think the dialogue progression goes Maggey -> Originally Maya but now either Larry or Franziska -> Gumshoe -> Maggey -> everyone going MAGGEY NO!!!

I remember going fishing with my grandpa once a long time ago and either I or my brother did get the fishing line stuck in a tree. would not recommend.

The branch above Phoenix and Edgeworth jostled, and pink petals burst all around them, fluttering down and catching in their hair and on their clothes. One petal even fell behind Edgeworth’s glasses.

They stared at each other for a moment, stunned, Edgeworth’s hand still loosely wrapped around Phoenix’s wrist, as Maggey shouted apologies from the distance.

There are no cherry blossom trees where I live so I have no idea if we’re even in the right season for this or if cherry blossom trees even behave this way - but I’m basing it off of... you know when it’s that point in fall where if you shake a tree branch leaves will just scatter everywhere? That. 

Also RIP to the other four who were just having a grand old time fishing and then turn around seeing these two sitting really close to each other almost holding hands about two seconds away from a kiss... which they’d just interrupted...

And then — the most incredible thing happened, and Edgeworth began to laugh.

Phoenix could have catalogued all the laughs he heard from Edgeworth: the usual, short laughs often mistaken for a scoff by those who didn’t know him as well as Phoenix did; the triumphant, smug, courtroom laughs when he thought he had Phoenix cornered; to the quiet, restrained ones in private that were more of a hum than anything else. This laugh was new.

This was a full-on fit of laughter bubbling deep in his chest and spilling from his mouth, which Edgeworth quickly covered with his free hand, with the additional bonus of covering his reddening face. It wasn’t something hidden or faked or triumphant, it was genuine, and open, and Phoenix could swear it was one of the most beautiful sounds he ever heard.

Miles here is going through an emotional rollercoaster having been two seconds away from finally kissing the love of his life only to be interrupted at the worst possible time, which is just so on brand for the two of them that he can’t help but start laughing hysterically. Plus Phoenix probably looks absolutely shocked suddenly covered in petals, which doesn’t help.

Then the next two paragraphs are brought on by Phoenix Pining and also me wanting Miles Edgeworth to laugh more... 

From my notes for this scene:

They stare at each other for a moment and laugh, and Miles’ laugh just utterly captivates Phoenix and makes him fall so completely in love immediately and oh no he is screwed he is utterly screwed.

So pretty much I had to encapsulate the “falling so completely in love immediately” part which I decided to do by focusing on Miles laughing. I wanted to draw a lot of attention to that which is why there are so many paragraphs dedicated to Miles laughing and Phoenix thinking about Miles laughing.

Trucy’s laughter always made the world feel a little brighter, and made Phoenix feel stronger. Edgeworth’s laugh did the opposite; it dislodged something inside of him, it weakened him, it made the whole world go soft and fuzzy around him. Instead of illuminating all the good in the world, it turned Phoenix’s world into one person.

More focus on Miles’ laughter but also... kind of drawing attention to Phoenix’s reaction to this being different from his reaction to other people he cares about laughing? Because feeling warm and happy when seeing someone you care about non-romantically laugh is normal, but then I wanted to make it clear that this is a different sort of feeling for Phoenix. 

Also Phoenix has to realize this is a different sort of feeling for him because otherwise he could brush it off like he’s probably dismissed all of his romantic feelings throughout the years as “oh I’m just glad my friend is happy, and I rarely ever hear Edgeworth laugh so him being relaxed enough to laugh like that makes me feel happy too,” but it’s not what he’d expect if he just sees Miles as a friend. And it’s described as weakening in the paragraph because right now the subject of his romantic feelings for Miles isn’t something that Phoenix can fully or easily accept right now (as chapter 5 would indicate).

Edgeworth’s fit of laughter subsided, and he shifted his hand so he could look at Phoenix again, the hints of a shy grin peeking out between his fingers, his hair and his shirt and his face adorned with a sweet, gentle pink. It was like looking at an entirely different person — or, no, the same person, but with all armor off, all guards lowered.

Miles is very embarrassed right now but kind of... in a good way...? Like again, almost kissed the love of his life then rudely interrupted at the last possible moment, plus Phoenix’s whole reaction to the thing gave Miles the impression that Phoenix wanted to kiss him as well, so he’s feeling a little giddy. Plus he was just laughing a lot when he normally doesn’t do that. Overall he’s not used to expressing his emotions so he’s embarrassed and a little shy about it...

The part about Miles’ “hair and shirt and face adorned with a sweet, gentle pink” refers to both the cherry blossom petals (in his hair and clinging to his shirt and a bit on his face) and also him blushing quite a bit.

It all feels a little out of character honestly haha because Miles isn’t really the type to be blushing hardcore like this and be a little shy, buuut in this case I let myself get away with it because he’s dealing with romantic feelings he hasn’t ever dealt with at this level before, and it’s also out of character just enough to really strike Phoenix in the heart. You can just imagine him staring at Miles with the most lovestruck expression on his face because he hasn’t seen this side of Miles before and he loves it.

Phoenix’s heart stuttered in his chest, and may have stopped entirely.

He was screwed.

He was completely and utterly screwed.

And even Phoenix can’t deny that he’s super in love at this point. 

I think I wrote this part, changed the words “screwed” to “doomed” right before posting, and then switched it back again for no particular reason. The Vibe just felt a little off but oh well.

Then the next chapter skips over the rest of this picnic but honestly Phoenix’s brain skipped over the rest of this picnic as well. Imagine the two of them just kind of standing around in a lovestruck daze for a while. I think Franziska had to physically drag Miles out of there. no one knows how Phoenix got home, not even Phoenix and least of all me!

But thank you Mika for requesting this!! And for drawing such incredible art for me to base the chapter around haha!!!

[outlaws-of-anarchy]

Tainted Love (Chapter 2)

Pairings:  Tig Trager x Reader, Herman Kozik x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, gun violence, police

Words: 1800

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For the longest time, all she could do was stare at Kozik, unsure of what to do, and what to say. She thought he’d remain a ghost of her past, but here he was, alive and well. His blue eyes did that tantalizing swoop over her form, finding that not much had changed about her. She was still insanely gorgeous, still the same woman he had left in the dust, running away from all his obligations and promises. Like he always did.

The strong façade she had worn for the last several months, began faltering. Happy had his arm still coiled around her, and she was sure without his support, she would have fallen. “Thanks for the heads up, Hap.” She grumbled. The Tacoma Killer shrugged before pressing a kiss into her temple and untangling their limbs. Her rock-solid support-system had gone and begun mingling with the other outlaws, leaving her to stand there awkwardly.

She was uncomfortable, and it was noticeable. Kozik had been a big piece of her past, and when he left her, he took a half of her heart. He claimed the relationship life wasn’t for him, and he had said so much hurtful shit to just get her to hate him. Of course, it had worked. But nothing had worked more than his abandonment, for that, she’d always be bitter towards him. The one man she had given her all to, had used her up to his liking, then discarded her without a second thought.  

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

Kozik stood up, hooking his thumbs in the belt hoops of his jeans. He cautiously stepped towards her, desperately wanting to be closer. “Transfer.” Was his one-worded response.

She could only let out a snort, shoulders tense with unease. “That’s just wonderful.” Came a sarcastic retort.

His brows furrowed, and he carefully analyzed her, despite him being the one to end things. It still stung to see that she was upset about seeing him. Somewhere deep down, he hoped she would have been still in love with him, happy to see him. Yet, it was evident, she was not in the slightest bit happy to see him in Charming once more.

And if he was going to be staying here, he needed to patch up the things he had fucked up. Somewhere down the road, he had realized what a monumental mistake he had made by breaking up with her. His transfer to the Charming Charter, was just a scheme to help earn her back.  He needed to weasel his way back into her life, where he planned on staying for good.

“Can we talk?” He asked.

For months, she had wanted some sort of closure with Herman, but now that she was actually going to get it, it petrified her. Yet, that missing piece of her heart was shining brightly within him, and she couldn’t help but give in and nod at his question.

He strode calmly by her before leading the way outside, a place where they could be alone. She was quick to follow, completely blind-sided by the fact that the previous love of her life, was here. He took a seat on top of the picnic table, hands resting on his knees. She couldn’t sit, she needed to stay standing, she needed to remain strong.  

“What did you want to talk about?” She said softly, gaze directed towards the floor sheepishly.

Kozik knew Y/N better than he knew anyone else, probably better than she knew herself. He could see how anxious she was, and how she was avoiding eye contact. It was as if she were afraid of him, but he knew it wasn’t that. She was scared to look at him, because she would break down, and she was too strong to do that. His little warrior.  

“Everything. Uh, fuck. I mean, us. I want to talk about us.” He stated.

That had caught her attention, her attention immediately fixating on him. “Us? There is no us, you made sure of that.” She grimaced.  

He tersely ran a hand through his hair, exhaling abruptly. “I shouldn’t have left you, I fucked it all up. Just because I was scared of being with you, of drawing you into the life. I did some stupid shit, and I just want you to know I’m sorry, and that I haven’t stopped loving you.”  

Her pupils widened, and she could only whimper before biting into her lower lip. These had been the words she had longed to hear for months. The words she needed to keep her moving, to help her forgive him. Because, as much as she loved Tig, she still loved Kozik. They both owned a half of her heart, and she was now torn between the two. “What do you want from me Kozik?” She sighed.

His lanky arm extended, fingers curling around her wrist and drawing her close. Eventually, she was trapped between his legs, a hand slowly pushing the hair back from her face. Warm breath fanned out across her lips, making her stomach tighten. “I want you, I want us.”  

Y/N could feel that piece of her heart that was owned by Kozik, begin pumping wildly. Roaring his name, demanding that she take him back, demanding her to forget about Tig. But she couldn’t, one side of her wanted Kozik, the other yearned for Tig.  

She slowly stepped back, head shaking side to side. “The moment you left me, you took a piece of my heart. A piece, I never got back. And while you carried on with your life, so did I. My heart doesn’t just belong to you anymore, it belongs to the man that helped patch up the damage you created.” She glanced at him.

Her words were a massive blow to his ego, and more importantly, his heart. All he had wanted was her, and yet here she was, in love with another man. Anger began gnawing at his nerve endings, riling him up and sending him teetering along the edge.

“Who is it?” He growled.

And as he did, the mechanical roar of Tig’s chopper came rolling down the lot. Y/N’s gaze flitted towards him and allowed her lips to tilt back into a half-assed smile. “It’s Tig.”  

The announcement of who Y/N’s new lover, had sent Kozik spiraling downwards. All he saw was black, how could one of his own brother’s betray him? Sleep with his girl? Where was the loyalty?  

Both Kozik and Y/N stood there, watching Tig approach, the curly-headed outlaw’s gaze immediately captured by Y/N. “Pussycat.” He greeted with a smile. Then he realized just who was standing beside her and his own temper began to flare.  

He knew the damage he had done to Y/N, and he wasn’t exactly a fan of him. Sure, the two men had a history, but Trager had an unsaid love for the woman. He wasn’t about to watch her get hurt again, not by the blonde douche bag.

“Your fucking my girl?” Kozik asked.

Tig cocked his head before flashing a 1000-watt grin in his friend’s direction. “Oh yeah, someone had to clean up the mess you made.”  

Then all hell broke loose, Kozik lunging forward and slamming his fist into Tig’s nose. Y/N let out a cry, trying to step in between them, but she was forcefully shoved aside by the two. All that was heard were grunts, curses, and the pounding of limbs against each other. Each man got good punches in, but Tig was crazier, he would resort to extreme measures if he had to.

Kozik swung a close-handed fist into Tig’s nose once more, blood pouring effortlessly as he continued to hammer into his face. Nonetheless, Tig was quick to react, throwing his knee into Kozik’s stomach, making his movements halt and double over in pain. He let out an aspirated groan, trying to catch his breath.  

“You stupid shit, you think you can come back and swoop her off her feet? She ain’t yours anymore, she’s mine.” Tig growled.

Then his boot was colliding with Kozik’s face, sending him flying backwards on his ass.

Y/N kept trying to intervene, but it was no use. She couldn’t stop these two, she was too damn small. So, she went inside and began rounding up the rest of the gang, needing an army to pry the two apart. Yet, as she was doing that, the two outside were becoming rowdier.  

Herman eventually got back to his feet, but Tig was unsheathing his gun and aiming at him. But the blonde outlaw was quick on his feet dodging the bullets there were being unloaded from the pistol. “You fucking psycho!” He screamed at Tig.

As he was running away, he unleashed his own parade of bullets. Their aim being terrible in this gun fight, no one sustaining any injuries. The time they had ran out of bullets, Happy, Juice, Chibs, and Bobby were all rushing outside, trying to calm them down.

20 minutes later, and the police had arrived. Kozik was handcuffed and sitting at the bench, while Tig was put in the back of a cruiser. His bloodied face peered out the window, staring at Y/N with a stoic face. She could only frown in his direction, before shaking her head and turning away.

Both men had acted like complete idiots, making a scene out of nothing. All of this could have been avoided if she hadn’t loved either of them. Yet, she did, and now she was faced with a dilemma. Who would she choose?  

“Tell Tig, I’ll bail him out in the morning. I don’t want to deal with this shit tonight.” She said to Bobby, who nodded and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“So that’s it, you’re choosing him?” Kozik barked from the side.

Y/N turned to him, tears brimming over. “No, Kozik. I’m helping him, like he helped me. Both of you need to rot in your cells for a night. You both fucked up.” She sighed.

Eventually, she had disappeared from sight, getting lost in the emptiness of the bed in Tig’s dorm. She lied there, staring at the wall as she decided what to do.

Who to choose.

Chapter 3

[snowycrocus]

Some People Are Worth Sneezing For/Fur- Frozen Fanfiction

Most of you probably saw this headcanon post at some point recently:

Some parts of this were too silly for me, but I loved how adorable this could be...and my results are below!

It all started out in the gardens.

A fluffy, white ball of fur ambling about through the rose bushes - Anna simply couldn’t resist.

She scooped it up immediately, squealing with glee as its little nails scrabbled to gain purchase in her arms to jump out from her imprisoning grip.

“Kristoff, look!” She exclaimed. “Look how cute! And fluffy!”

It was cute, Kristoff had to admit. He scratched under the cat’s chin- Sven liked when he did that, too.

“It’s funny,” he said, “I’ve been seeing a lot of cats and kittens around Arendelle lately. The docks, the city center, out in the woods…it must be breeding season.”

The look on Anna’s face made him regret his words- he knew what was coming from those wide blue eyes, her mouth hanging open.

“More?!” She exclaimed. “What’re we doing? Let’s go find some cats!”

“Anna,” Kristoff started, trying to make her look before she leapt, for once. “Let’s think about this. Can you keep animals in the castle? Will Elsa let you keep animals in the castle?”

“First off,” she began, “they’re cats, or pets, not animals.” Kristoff rolled his eyes. “Secondly, of course Elsa would let me keep them! She loves animals!”

“She does?”

“Well, uh, yeah! Yeah, sure she does! Why wouldn’t Elsa love animals?”

And so it began- Anna dragged Kristoff around the city of Arendelle to show her where he had been seeing all the cats and kittens recently. They’d scoop them up, one by one, and take them back to the castle, where Anna instructed some serving girls to give them some milk and meat and let them have the run of the place.

By the time they were done, they had procured ten of the furry animals and it was already well past dinner time. Exhausted from their chase throughout the day, the two settled down in Anna’s room with some of the kittens they picked up earlier and made themselves a picnic on the bed to refuel.

“So…,” Kristoff began, running his hands over one of the calico cats who purred contentedly, “when’re you going to ask Elsa about this?”

“You mean when am I going to tell Elsa,” Anna started, looking up from tickling the tummy of a small orange kitten that was probably a runt. “I’m a princess you know, I don’t have to get my older sister’s permission for everything - I have the right to make royal decisions and decrees too!” She stuck her nose up in the air to feign importance. Kristoff rolled his eyes.

“Yeah ok, we’ll see about that.”

“I’ll let her know tomorrow when I see her, whenever that may be.”

As it turned out, the sisters wouldn’t meet again until dinner the next night, which Elsa found herself looking forward to immensely after a day full of never-ending paperwork and research and tiresome meetings. Such as this one, with the Swedish diplomat.

He was overall pleasant, at least. Intelligent and honest, unlike most she met with. She actually found in herself the desire to impress him, for once. She wanted their countries to work together and she had to do her very best to make him want to trade with her people. Good impressions, and all.

Unfortunately, she was quite afraid that there wouldn’t be a good impression of her to be had, regardless of how hard she tried. And oh, how she tried!

But there was an unrelenting tickle spreading up the back of her throat and into her nose and it was merciless. She tried to clear her throat without being too obvious, and was wiggling her nose and flaring her nostrils to ward off the burning sensation that had been growing steadily for the past half hour without looking like she had facial tics. She didn’t think she was succeeding.

“Your majesty, are you alright?”

Nope- definitely not succeeding.

She swiped a hand at her nose and sniffed surreptitiously. “Yes, I’m sorry, I’m fine. Please, continue.”

As the Swede continued to list potential items to trade and for what rates he’d consider an exchange, Elsa found she could no longer focus on his words. The prickling was growing stronger, and she knew that soon enough she’d break out into a sneezing fit- and worse, a small snowstorm to boot.

She pressed a few fingers under her nose, rubbing , but the contact just seemed to make it worse. She just barely had enough time to twist her body away from the diplomat and lift her arm to sneeze into her elbow.

“HehTSHOO! Aaatshoo!” She took a few hitching breaths, eyes watering. Why here, why now?! “Hah-eh-ehTSHOO!”

She continued with two more fits, almost laughing at the fact that Anna was right after all- she did sneeze in threes, apparently. Her eyes were watering from the exertion and she couldn’t make out the diplomat’s face over her outburst.

At least she hadn’t sprayed him- but unfortunately he was covered in a light dusting of snow from her fit. Elsa’s cheeks flushed darkly as she took in the scene of the room.

“I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, quickly waving a hand to remove all traces of snow. “I must be coming down with a cold.” She excused herself briefly to pull herself together before finishing their discussion. Throughout the remainder of the meeting, she continued to attempt to hide the endless tickling she was feeling, though ever since her sneezing she felt her irritation was only growing stronger. How could she be coming down with another cold already? Anna’s birthday was only three months ago!

After a quick stroll outside after her last meeting, Elsa was feeling much better in the cool air. Maybe it wasn’t a cold, after all, and just a passing irritation? Whatever it was, she would just enjoy her meal with Anna and Kristoff and see how she felt in the morning. It’s not like a Queen could take a sick day, anyway.

“So, Elsa, I have some exciting news!” Anna began at the dining table.

Exciting for Anna didn’t always mean exciting to Elsa, so she awaited her sister’s pronouncement with baited breath. “Alright, which is?”

“You and I are the proud owners of the ten newest royals!” She exclaimed.

Kristoff met Elsa’s confused stare with a smirk and a shake of his head. “Anna, tell her what you really mean.”

“Ok, ok, jeez! We’re cat mommies, Elsa! Kristoff and I found ten yesterday and brought them back with us to the castle to live!”

Elsa froze, startled. “Cats?”

“Yes, aren’t you listening? Cats! They were all alone and abandoned out there with no one to feed them or play with them. So now we’ll be their family! Oh, and half of them are kittens, too, Elsa- they’re SO adorable! There’s even a little orange one that’s a runt and I’ve been feeding him from a bottle, and there’s one that’s so big and fluffy and-“

“Anna.” Elsa interrupted, her hands curling in her napkin. “I’m sorry, but they can’t stay. I’m allergic to cats.”

“What?! Since when?”

“Since I was a child at least,” Elsa explained. “When I was…eleven?” She squinted, trying to remember, “Mama and Papa brought me a kitten in my room to keep me company.”

She sighed and smiled wistfully at the memory. “I loved that ball of fur. I finally had someone to play with and when it got cold he would just snuggle up to me. But after a few hours it was clear that I couldn’t keep him. I just couldn’t stop sneezing and I just felt so ill. I don’t really remember much besides that it was more than a full day before Mama and Papa had time to come back to visit me-“ she held a hand over her mouth in what seemed like horror and laughter that started bursting out of her- “they said when they came in I was as red as a tomato!”

Anna’s eyes grew big as saucers- what had she done?

“I thought maybe I would grow out of it, but apparently I didn’t - that explains earlier.”

“Earlier?” Kristoff and Anna parroted.

“Yes- I kept sneezing all through my meeting with the Swedish diplomat. I thought I had caught a cold again!”

“Damn,” Anna replied, her face falling at Elsa’s confession and rolling her eyes when Elsa warned her about her language. “I’m sorry, Elsa.  I had no idea you had allergies. Guess we’re still learning about each other, huh?”

Elsa’s face fell at Anna’s dejected expression. The redhead had rested her head in her hand with her elbow on the table, smooshing her cheek as she pouted. “Kristoff and I will take them somewhere else tonight. We can find good homes for them, right?” She asked Kristoff, her eyes pleading for something hopeful.

"Sure," Kristoff responded, nodding. We can keep them at my place for now, or in the stables until we can find a home for them. Or, you know, just return them to where we found them..."

"No!" Anna shouted, nearly rising from her chair in concern. “We're rescuing them! They need a home! We're not sending them back into the wild with no one to fend for them.”

"Anna, they're cats, they don't need a human to fend for them," Kristoff shot back.

"Anna, wait." Elsa bit her lip. Having the pets clearly made her sister happy. And who was she to take away her sister's happiness- again? It would be selfish of her to make Anna get rid of the cats just because it made her uncomfortable. She loved seeing the excitement on Anna's face - how happy she was to have something to care for and cuddle. Her sister had such warmth and love- it was time to let her share it with others. Maybe there was some kind of solution that would work for both of them.

"Maybe...maybe you can keep them. We can make it work."

"What?" Anna furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head at her sister's words. "No, Elsa, you're allergic - like really allergic, it sounds like. I'm not going to make you suffer!"

Elsa tapped her fingers on the table, thinking. "Well, let's try to make this work. We'll keep all the doors closed of the rooms that I frequent so the cats can't get in. I can ask some of the girls to clean more often to get rid of the dander and fur. If I don't come into contact with them much and those areas are cleaned, maybe it won't be so bad."

"Are you sure?"

Elsa hummed, wondering if her suggestions would really make a difference. But look at the hope in Anna's face! Yes, it would be worth it. She would make it work, somehow.

"Absolutely."

 Okay, so maybe it wasn't worth it.

The very next morning, Elsa woke up and almost wished she never had.

Starting with a sneezing fit that lasted minutes but seemed like hours, she was finally able to pull herself out of bed as the sun was just barely beginning its ascent and went to clean herself up. Handkerchiefs, where are they? She knew she had a stash of them somewhere...and she could already tell she was going to need her entire supply of them today.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Elsa groaned. The cats hadn't been in her room yesterday, had they? Why was she so miserable? Her nose was dripping but she was so congested after all her sneezing that sniffling didn't even help. It even looked like her eyes might be a bit swollen.

Elsa made it to her first meeting just a few minutes late, feeling slightly better after her standard cup of tea which woke her up and soothed her throat. At least she had learned from a young age how to do her own makeup so she didn't look quite so....afflicted.

She thanked Kai as he pulled out her chair, and then began to address her council.

"Good mornig," she started. "Sorry I'b late."

Goodness, is that what I sound like?! Elsa was mortified. Some of the members squinted at her in confusion at the change in her voice. But it couldn't be helped. "By apologies in advance," Elsa thickly began, to ward off the imaginations of her council, "It seebs as though I've caught another cold." She couldn't let them know she was allergic- everyone got sick, it was a natural occurrence that no one could avoid. But allergies? Well, they were for those with weak constitutions and likely unfit to wear the crown.

The meeting, overall, was a productive one. Unfortunately, the Queen was not greatly aware of their successes- she was busy fretting over making sure she didn't seem so obviously ill that her council would get up to leave her contagion.

Her voice was a great embarrassment. She knew how congested she sounded and tried not to talk much and reveal how stuffed up she was. Needless to say, she couldn't breathe through her nose anymore and was trying to control her breathing so she didn't sound like a panting dog sitting at the table.

Her eyes watered at the corners, and oh, how they itched! She was rubbing at them nearly as often as she brought the handkerchief up to her nose, never chancing to let go of the cloth. Heavens, she couldn't look like a five-year old child whose nose needed to be wiped every few minutes! 

But the prickling sensation from yesterday was back, and with a vengeance. Up her throat, into her nasal passages, it tickled like someone was waving a feather around up there.

The men's voices droned on and on like bees, and she felt their buzzing in her nose as the sensation grew stronger. She held her handkerchief to her face and pressed, hoping to relieve the itch.

But it was to no avail. She was prepared, thankfully, and stifled her first fit, turning away from the table with the handkerchief pressed firmly to her face. “Heh-nngt! Nngt! Heh-ngchoo!"

The council stopped their discussion to wait for the Queen to be able to participate once more. But she waved a hand to indicate that they should continue- the unfortunate side effect of stifling was that her sneezing didn't alleviate the itch of the need to sneeze, and she knew it would be another minute or two until her allergies had abated enough to continue a conversation.

After two more fits, Elsa was panting to catch her breath and was losing her ability to stifle a third that was oncoming- and she could no longer concentrate on removing the snow that formed with her sneezes. The men were starting to shiver, shaking the white powder off of their shoes and brushing it off of their heads. She had to leave.

Excusing herself for a moment so she could compose herself in the hallway, Elsa headed towards the door. And there it was- a white cat, seemingly with enough fur and fluff to make a carpet. It was cleaning itself, but looked up and seemed royally pissed off to be startled by the Queen as she passed by to leave the room. I guess Anna forgot to close the doors of the meetings rooms…thank you, dear sister.

Dread settled deep into the pit of her stomach as she came to the realization she had been afraid of- the cats simply had to go.

Anna startled at the sound of a light but urgent knock on her bedroom door. She stood up, not worried for the grey kitten she had been petting, who had jumped off her lap at the knock and went to investigate by the window.

“Oh, Elsa! What’re you-“ Anna paused, shocked, as her sister entered her room.

Eternally prim, poised, and perfectly composed, Elsa never seemed to have a hair out of place, a blemish, or a single bit of makeup smudged. Looking at her now, however, Anna was amazed at the change that had taken place in her sister- was this the same Queen!?

A couple strands of hair had escaped her sister’s perfectly tight bun, slipping down to frame her face, and some bangs had fallen in her eyes. Eyes which were glassy and bloodshot and watering. Her cheeks were almost equally pink as her eyes, and her nose had taken on an irritated shade of red. Elsa’s hand was clamped tightly around a handkerchief which looked crumpled from use throughout the day.

“Anna,” Elsa began, sniffling wetly, her voice thick with congestion. “I am so, so sorry. But I really don’t think I’m going to be alright having the cats after all. This is just getting too severe.” She rubbed her eyes roughly with the heels of her palm. Why was she always ruining Anna’s happiness?

Anna reached up to brush her sister’s hair back out of her eyes, and swept light fingers across the redness over her sister’s cheeks and nose. Elsa immediately stepped back at the contact- her sensitive nose did not want to be touched at the moment. She held the handkerchief to her face tightly and turned her back to Anna while she sneezed relentlessly and stumbled over to a chair to sit. Anna, meanwhile, scooped up the grey kitten and gently took it out of the room and shut the door. She returned to her sister to wait until she recovered.

“Elsa, I am so sorry- you have nothing to be sorry for!” She looked sympathetically at her sister and rubbed her back. “I’m going to go find Kristoff right now and we’ll take the cats to the stables until we can find more homes for them.”

“Thanks Anna,” Elsa responded, and once again apologized. “Maybe we can get you some fish instead?” She teased.

“Oh, great, thanks, Elsa. Fish would be loads of fun!” Anna stuck her tongue out at her sister. “Now, go! Off to bed with you, or get washed up, or whatever you need to do. Leave it to me and Kristoff to take care of the cats. You’ll be as good as new in no time!”

I sincerely hope so, Elsa thought, retiring to her room to wash her face and hopefully sleep off some of her symptoms.

Entering her bedroom, the very first thing Elsa saw was the teeny orange kitten curled up in a ball right on her pillow. Of course. She rolled her eyes, anxiously approaching the head of the bed, where she lifted up the corner of the pillow with just her fingertips until the kitten began sliding off.

"C'mon now, shoo!" Elsa waved her hands and handkerchief at the animal. It looked up at her piteously, mewing adorably. "Ugh, why do you have to be so cute?!" The precious orange furball still on the bed butted its head into her waist in response. Elsa tried to back away but it jumped down from the bed and continued to brush up against her ankles.

"No, no, please don't do that..." The tickling sensation in her nose was starting to build again. She moved her feet, trying to push the creature towards the door, but it continued its pleading mews for attention.

"Gosh, you're just like Anna - just wants to play and won't leave me alone!" Elsa smiled despite her growing discomfort. "Come to think of it, you two have the same hair color..." She bent down to examine the color of the kitten's fur- it was just about identical with that of her sister.

The close quarters triggered a sudden sneeze, and Elsa stumbled back to find a new handkerchief. Turning around, she went to wave away the snow she unintentionally had summoned, but froze in place when she saw the sight in front of her.

The little kitten was rolling around in the snow on her bedroom floor! He was clearly enjoying himself, covering his bright fur in the white dustings of powder. Once again, just what Anna would do, Elsa thought.

Giggling at the kitten's antics, Elsa summoned a small cube of ice in front of his paws. The kitten stood up, curious, and sniffed the piece of ice. Then he licked it - it moved! It was like a toy- he began batting the ice cube around the room with his paws, running as fast as he could to keep up with the sliding across the hardwood floor.

Elsa's laughter grew stronger- he was adorable! She thought the children of Arendelle enjoyed her snow, but this reaction was something else entirely.

Internally, she sighed. Oh, how she would love to play with this kitten every day with her magic like this! But just like with her magic, her body had betrayed her once more.

Could there be a way to make this work? Maybe, just maybe....

There were currently ten cats in the castle, according to Anna - what if there was just one? Would she have one-tenth of the allergies? She could probably deal with that, in exchange for this adorable kitten that was the animal equivalent to her sister.

Watching the orange cat pounce on the ice cube, waggling its tail, Elsa came to her decision. She’d try this out - just give it one more chance. Anna always tried everything she could for Elsa. So Elsa would do the same- especially for this ball of fur that also had lots of love to give.

One week later....

Anna approached Elsa's study, plate of chocolates in hand. Elsa had been cooped up all day in meetings and paperwork- it was time to make her sister take a break. Anna reached up a hand to knock on the door - and paused, letting her hand fall, when she heard noises coming from inside. She placed her ear up against the door.

Elsa was giggling, more unrestrained than Anna had ever heard her before.

“That’s right, get it! Get it! You can do it!” Elsa suddenly burst out into laughter, clapping her hands at whatever was going on inside the room. Anna heard some rustling of papers, the scrape of a chair being scooted back along the floor.

“’C’mere you- does that tickle? Yeah, you like that?”

There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a long pause and then, as she had grown accustomed to hearing lately from this room, the beginning of a desperate fit of sneezing from within. That was when Anna chose to enter, announcing her presence with a knock- if Elsa could hear it over her own ruckus.

The floor was littered with ice cubes for Elsa’s new buddy, whom she had named Ani after his human look-alike, Anna. The orange kitten was in Elsa’s lap, struggling to climb up her shoulder as she hunched over sneezing.

Elsa had deemed her allergies worth it for this one kitten, she explained to Anna – who was so like Anna herself, apparently. Elsa had made strict instructions that Ani was only to be permitted in her study at times she asked – the rest of the time she brought him out into the gardens where he could come and go as he pleased. Something had made him want to stay nearby for Elsa, however- whenever she wanted her kitten she just had to go outside and summon some snow or ice and the kitten came pouncing, ready to play.

Elsa had pockets for handkerchiefs sewn into all of her dresses, and there was a washbasin that had been brought in so that she could wash her hands and face after playing with Ani.

Plopping down next to her sneezing sister on the floor, Anna picked some cat hair off the chocolate – How is it covered in fur already? I just brought it in! – and beamed at Elsa when she was ready for conversation.

“I think Ani wants to build a snowman.”

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Kid Flash x Reader: Real to Me

Anon: CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 FOLLOWERS YAY I’m so happy for you. I feel like it was literally a week ago when you hit 100 followers I’m so glad your writing has grown in popularity, you really deserve it <3 <3 For the 300 followers writing prompt could I pretty please get s1 Wally prompt 25’ “We’re supposed to look like a couple, act like it!” paired with prompt 39, “I’m in love with you and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it”. Thank you so much <3

25: “We’re supposed to look like a couple; act like it!”

39: “I’m in love with you and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it.”

Word Count: 1726

Warnings: Kissing, that’s about it. Kissing scenes are so awkward to write, just going to throw that out there.

A/n:*cracks knuckles* Alrighty kids, let’s see how this turns out. I’m sorry that it’s so short, I did my best!

You groaned and briefly rubbed your temples. “Please remind me why we have to do this for the mission today? I have the worst headache ever.”

“Aw, you’ll be okay, sweetheart,” Wally used a sickeningly sweet and lovey voice. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” He winked at you and you grumbled.

You put your hands down by your sides and reluctantly leaned forward a couple inches. Fake dating didn’t sound so difficult until you actually got out in public. The last relationship you had didn’t end well and you hadn’t gone on any dates since.

Wally happily gave you a big smooch on your forehead. “Mwah!” He was really milking it, and it was a breeze for him. Dating you was already a plan he wanted to put in motion, but this made it a lot easier for him. Wally noticed your frown and whispered, “We’re supposed to look like a couple; act like it! You’re making it hard to sell it!” 

You grunted in response, but you relaxed your shoulders a bit. You didn’t show it, but you were actually very happy to be on this mission. It probably would have been easier to express if you didn’t have the jitters around the speedster and a raging headache. “Care to give any pointers?”

“Well you could crack a smile, for one,” Wally chirped and you rolled your eyes. “Look and happy and willing when I give you loving smooches,” He chuckled when you glared at him. “And accept and initiate any and all forms of PDA.”

You stared straight into his green eyes, somehow managing to not get lost in them, with an eyebrow raised. "Wouldn't that be over selling it? We still have to observe suspects.”

“Don’t worry darling! I have that part covered. Now, aside from working on your terrible acting skills, here’s the plan...”

You swore that Wally could hear your pounding heart beat; you knew you could even without your super hearing. He grabbed your hand a few short moments ago, and it took several reminders from him to look natural and not like a stone statue. In reality, holding Wally’s hand had you jumping for joy inside. The mission gave you the ability to be affection towards him without suspicion or giving anyone the idea that you were crushing on him.

“Wally, where are we going now?” You asked bluntly and you looked up at him. Wally didn’t exactly tower over you, but he was noticeably taller.

He sat down at the nearest park bench, pulling you with him and you squeaked at the surprising action. Wally smoothly wrapped his arm around your shoulder with you leaning on him ‘lovingly’. “Our guy is over there, can you see him?” He subtly gestured to the man at the corner. “Can you do your boyfriend a favor and listen in on his conversation?”

Your heart jumped when Wally called himself your boyfriend, but you did as he asked. You concentrated, but it was too noticeable; Wally had to do something. So, without any hesitation or regrets, he kissed your cheek and nuzzled you happily. It briefly broke your concentration, and made you blush, but you got back on track and the intimate action made it look natural.

“His rendezvous point is on the other side of town, either we go there or get Robin and Superboy to do it so we can keep a look out for any of his friends.” You said and you turned to look at Wally with your cheeks absolutely burning.

Wally replied all to quickly. “I’ll message Robin; they’re probably closer anyway,” He then grinned. “I guess we’ll have to be a couple a little while longer. Not that I’m complaining.”

You just looked away from him, but relaxed against him. “If it makes you feel better... I’m not complaining either...” You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear you.

“That’s great to hear, babe. I’d love to sit like this for the rest of the mission, but alas, we still have some investigating to do.” Wally’s stomach had butterflies and he stood up. He held your hand as you got up and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Shall we?”

“We shall...?” It sounded more like a question than a statement, but you walked with him anyway. You gave him a shy peck on his cheek, and the happy smile he gave you was worth it.

“I knew you’d come around.” Wally chuckled at your blush. “Your blush is adorable, by the way.”

“I try.” You tried to brush off your embarrassment, but your blush didn’t go away. “Where to, Wallace?”

He gave you the side eye and grumbled, “Don’t call me that...” He kept glaring, but he couldn’t do it for long. Wally sighed and smiled again. “I guess we can check the area a couple blocks down; it seems like a popular place for suspicious activity.”

You gave him an amused look. “Because you often look for ‘suspicious activity.’“

Wally scoffed. “Hush, you! Now follow me; we have suspects to find!”

“Whatever you say, babe.”

You sprinted down the side walk and weaved through the occasional crowd of people. “You just had to make them notice us, didn’t you!?” You growled at Wally. They had seen you two eavesdropping, and that is often frowned upon, especially when it comes to talking about something very illegal.

He wasn’t using his super speed (he was out of costume any way) because you definitely weren’t going to be able to keep up. “Oh I’m sorry princess, I was trying to get a better look!”

“At them or my ass!? You seem to have been doing that a lot today!” You said. Wally thought you didn’t notice, but you did after the first two times. You waited until now to call him out on it.

“The first one, but the latter has been just as satisfactory- oof!” 

You rolled your eyes and jabbed him as you ran. You heard their thundering steps behind you and the surprised grunts and cries from innocent bystanders. “We’re going to get in trouble for this!” You hissed at him.

Wally protested earnestly. “Hey! You’ve never minded getting in trouble before! I remember you enjoying it!” It was true; getting yourself into trouble on the streets was something you found exhilarating.

You skidded around the corner and jumped over picnic tables and benches with ease. You and Wally were starting to lose them, but it wasn’t going to last long. It all was going so well; at no point in time did it look like you were going to be caught. No more being a couple, but that was going to happen anyway. Right back to being just friends again.

Suddenly, you grabbed Wally’s wrist and yanked him around another corner, sitting on the picnic table with you forced into his lap. It took a hell of a lot of courage to keep going, but you made it.

“What are you-”

“Trust me!” You exclaimed. “PDA makes people uncomfortable, just roll with it!” Before Wally could ask another question, you pulled him in for a searing kiss. It was something you both wanted to do all day, so both of you were content with this action.

His lips eagerly moved against yours and his eyes closed in bliss. He put one hand on your soft cheek and his other hand stroked your hair. You slung your arms around his shoulders and sighed dreamily. It wasn’t an act anymore. Neither of you wanted to stop.

Wally separated from you and put his forehead on yours. “I’m pretty sure they’re gone now, babe.” He smirked, making you giggle. “Where’d that plan come from?”

“W-Well, I uh, I thought it would be a good cover since people normally feel uncomfortable around PDA and I-...” You blushed and looked away.

“And... what?” Wally’s smirk didn’t go away. “I’m curious.”

You muttered something about being embarrassed, but you reluctantly decided to come clean. “I’m not absolutely one hundred percent positive, but I’m in love with you and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it.” The words came out in a rush and you didn’t want to repeat them.

Luckily, you didn’t have to. Wally made you look at you and he gave you another passionate kiss, even better than the first one. He weaved a hand into your hair and lightly bit your lip. “Does that convince you that I feel the same?” For the first time that day, his cheeks were taken over by a light pink blush.

“I don’t know,” You grinned slyly. “I think it’ll take more than just that to fully convince me.” You were being uncharacteristically bold, but it wasn’t a bad thing.

You phone started ringing with an obnoxious ringtone, specifically Robin’s ringtone. You whipped out your cell and answered it kindly. “Nice to hear from you Robin, how can I help you?”

“If you’re done gum-swapping, feel free to meet us at the rendezvous point. We’ve got what we need, and you two seem to have gotten what you wanted.”

You were unable due to a brief period of stuttering, but Wally grabbed the phone and snarked, “For your information Robin, neither of us have gum and I don’t exactly see you getting any action. Uh huh! That’s what I thought, short-stack!”

They bantered for a good two minutes, and you just sat back and laughed. What at first seemed like a mission with a fake relationship was now not only a mission success, but resulted in a relationship that would last a lifetime.

“Calm down, girls, you’re both pretty. We’ll see you in a bit, Robin!” You said into your phone and you hung up after taking it back from Wally.

“Or will we?” Wally wiggled his eyebrows.

You got off his lap and shook your head. “Yes, we will. You can have your fun later, alright?”

“I’m holding you to that! Don’t forget it!”

Feel free to put me in the cone of shame; this is definitely not my best work.

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"Sweet, Lying Behemoth”

Rating: M+

Content: Language, Little fluff, Smut, I’m not fluffy today

Words: 4,000+

Minutes to read: 30-45

Day One: [Oct. 9th]

[PROMPTIO] ”Sweet, Lying Behemoth”

Prompto hiked up the trail hand in hand with Gladio. The older male insisting that it was for Prompto’s own safety so that he wouldn’t slip and fall again. Which he had already done a good half a dozen times thanks to his nerves. And Gladio holding his hand just chatting him up like it was nothing, wasn’t helping either. He had noticed his comrade’s sudden strange behavior in the last week, and was slowly coming to a realization…

A little stroll through the past week…

The first couple days, Gladio had been unusually nice to him. Of course he caught a little sand here and there, but his sudden niceties were enough for the whole group to notice. Everyone just assumed he was in a good mood.

After that, some serious behavior changes went on. When they stayed in hotels, Gladio usually shared a bed with Ignis, while Prompto shared with Noctis. But instead, he’d join Prompto, or insist that Prompto come sleep with him. Then there was the borderline tent cuddling, but Prompto didn’t really pay it any mind. They were always shoved in the tent every which way, so he was used to being in some kind of position. Be it spooning with Gladio even-

Then the rest of the week was just beyond Prompto. Damn near puppy love. If hadn’t known any better, he’d say Gladio was openly flirting with him. Not just teasing him when they were with the others, but when they were alone too. Almost like he was testing him…Strange topics of conversation would come up, like Gladio probing him about his love-life and preferences. It was there that Prompto figured he made a mistake by leaving himself “open”, instead of clarifying that all those preferences were aspects he might have been looking for in a girl. But, that’s just how he was. Open.

Finally, when Gladio had his opportunity, he made his move.

“ah, now of all times…” Noctis said with a groan as he put his cell phone back in his pocket.

“Who was that?” Prompto asked looking up to his friend as he finished setting the tent.

“Cid. He’s finished tinkering with one of my weapons and wants me to come get it right now and Cindy wants to see me too. Says she’s got something real nice for the Regalia that she wants to surprise me with.” Noctis wasn’t all that tired, but didn’t want to make the trip all the way back to Hammerhead.

“Oh! I’ll come with y-“ Before Prompto could even get started, Gladio cut him off.

“We should finish setting up camp. Ignis can go with Noctis. He drives most anyway.” Gladio said as he tied down the other end of the tent.

Prompto looked over to him with his jaw dropped in disbelief. He had really wanted to cruise with Noct, and here Gladio was again, being…Whatever it was he had been all week. Prompto would have retorted, but said nothing else, and finished the job at hand.

“A-Alright then! You guys go on. Gladio and I will finish up here. When do you think you’ll be back?” The blonde asked now standing and dusting off his hands.

“We should be back by late evening. All depending on how long the modifications to the Regalia take.” Ignis said with a nod. “Let us be going Noct.”

“Uh, yeah.” Noctis then followed Ignis back out through the trail, going to where he parked the Regalia.

Gladio and Prompto both watched the two leave, like it’s what they were waiting for. And as soon as they were out of sight, it seemed like it was exactly what Gladio was waiting for. He turned around looking to Prompto with a smirk.

“Good, now that they’re gone…” Gladio walked over to the blonde, picking up a knapsack as he did.

“N-Now that they’re gone…?” Prompto’s expression was nervous as Gladio got even closer, taking him by the wrist.

“I found a nice little spot. Let’s go.”

And with that vague and undefined statement, Gladio was pulling Prompto along through the woods…

Now…

Relaying all that, Prompto had come to a horrifying realization of what Gladio’s intentions were building up to.

“Holy Chocobaby.”

Suddenly Gladio’s heavy chuckle snagged Prompto’s attention. “I knew it was a nice spot, but I wasn’t expecting that reaction.”

“H-Huh? What do you- Oh…O h…” Prompto finally realized where he was, and Gladio might as well have dragged him out on a romantic picnic, he thought, as he watched the man roll out the blanket like they were sleeping out there.

“u-Uh, y’know we could’ve just…Laid out back at the camp?” Prompto said inching away from Gladio but steadily towards the stream that was there.

“I know. I just wanted to show you this place. Thought you might wanna take a few pictures.” Gladio said as he laid back on the blanket, eyes closed and hands now resting behind his head.

“Hmm…If romantic setting is your thing, yeah…Wait that’s it!? You just brought me out here to take pictures!? Really?! N-Nothing else?”

Gladio snorted, eyes still closed. “You sound like you were expecting something else.”

Prompto only stood with a totally confused look on his face. No way. After all that stuff he was doing. This is all he dragged him all the out away from camp for. Prompto wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass though, he was definitely going to take a few shots of this place…But he still found it hard to believe Gladio was just going to lay there and get a tan while he snapped photos.  Shaking his head and ignoring the thoughts, Prompto took out his camera, and got to work. He snapped a few shots of the scene with an aesthetic selfie here and there.

Why the heck am I even acting disappointed?

He thought rhetorically. It’s not like he wanted Gladio to make a move on him. Wouldn’t that just be weird? Maybe he was making too much of something out of nothing…

“Lying Behemoth…” Prompto muttered as he took a few pictures of Gladio lying in the sun.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmph…”

With a groan, Prompto plopped down in the grass a few feet away from Gladio. The “lying Behemoth”, just lying there like Prompto wasn’t there. Frustrated, the blonde started spam snapping pictures of him, the camera clicking over and over and over.  After a good minute or two, Gladio realized something wasn’t right and opened an eye and looked over to Prompto.

“What, are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” Prompto countered still spamming photos.

“What?”

“WHAT?”

“What!?”

“Why are you ignoring me!?”

“I’m not! I was letting you take your pictures!”

“And then what?!” Prompto moved the camera even closer to Gladio’s face, snapping away.

“Then—Get that camera out of my face! Then I was going to have a look!”

“You-!” Prompto went to argue again, then stopped. “…You wanna see my pictures?”

“Yeah! It’s not the first time. I just didn’t know you were gonna start losing your shit because I was letting you focus.” Gladio scoffed as he sat up on his side propped on an elbow.

“Oh…You…Wanna see them now?” Prompto’s demeanor went meek, though he was mentally cursing himself for blowing things way out of proportion. Gladio just wanted some pictures. Just pictures. Okay.

“If you’re done being a spaz…”

“…I’m done!” Prompto quickly plopped down on is stomach next to Gladio, and started going through his photos. Half of them he already had names for.

He was so absorbed in presenting his work to Gladio, he had forgotten what he was complaining about only a moment ago.  He appreciated the new nice behavior from Gladio, and would have felt stupid about his assumption. Though he didn’t notice how much Gladio was watching him as much as his pictures.

“Oh! And this is a cute little nest of baby birds! They’re right over in that bush back there! And-“

Prom suddenly paused, his cheeks heating up to dust over a light shade of pink. Gladio had just moved, putting an arm around the smaller males waist, and planted the most feathered of kisses on Prompto’s neck.

“Keep talking, I’m listening…” Gladio insisted, his hand gliding up and down Prompto’s back, as he continued on with the feather kisses to his neck.

Prompto swallowed, feeling stuck. Why wasn’t he resisting? It wasn’t the fact that Gladio was way stronger than him, but there was some other feeling Prompto couldn’t quite explain. Yet, Gladio’s actions more than confirmed that he had brought Prompto out here for r e a s o n s. But a few more reason Prompto might have thought, though his actions were gentle-

“Well if you’re not gonna show anymore…” Gladio gently pushed the blonde over onto his back, now putting himself on top. He chuckled at the little squeak he made.

“N-No, I was going to show more! I-I uhm! I-I-“

Before Prompto could finish, Gladio cut him off with a kiss, firmly pressing their lips together. Prompto’s eyes widened and his pale freckled face was completely flustered. He froze, still feeling Gladio’s lips on his, and not wanting the moment to seem entirely awkward he-

“I gotta tell you something…”

Before Prompto could reciprocate, Gladio had pulled away. “Wh-What?”

“I’m just gonna be blunt…”

“O-Okay…?”

“No bullshitting, just straight to the point.”

“S-Spit it out!”

“I didn’t want our first date to turn out like this…But Ignis and Noct are gonna be gone for a while…So, I wanna fu-“

“Woah, woah, woah! Hold your horses big guy! First date!? Date!? Th-This is a date?!” Prompto exclaimed, hands to Gladio’s chest, as if he could push him away.

“It was supposed to be…Until you started flipping out…”

Prompto then looked off to the side, an ashamed and disappointed look on his face. “Y-You hardly paid me any attention…”

“ ‘Lying Behemoth’” Gladio suddenly said with a smirk.

“What!?”

“I watched you the whole time. That’s all I wanted to do. You’re so damn passionate about taking those pictures, so I wanted you to have a field day out here. Course I knew you’d be too focused on taking the photos than me, so I let you have your fun.”

Prompto was literally going through equations in his head to try and figure out what the hell Gladio was on about…None of them worked. But then he wondered if Gladio was the one actually being ignored… “You wanted to watch me take pictures…”

Gladio gave a huff. “Plan was, for you take your pictures, then sit your little happy ass down to show them to me, then I’d make my move. But instead you lost your shit, and I had to improvise- The hell are you smiling like that for, I’m being serious!”

“You wanted to see my pictures…Not just the stuff I take of us on the road but, what I really do.” Prompto was still smiling like an idiot. Yes, there were the times everyone huddled over to see the pictures he’d taken, but nobody’d ever done anything like this for him. And this kind of thoughtfulness he was receiving from Gladio, of all people, made his heart flutter a bit.

“Y-Yeah and?”

Prompto’s smile suddenly turned into a shitty grin. The blonde reached up pinching both of Gladio’s cheeks. “You sweet Behemoth~!” He cooed.

The ‘sweet Behemoth’, growled, snatching Prompto’s hands away from his face, now pinning them above his head. Prompto suddenly wore that same expression again as he did when Gladio flipped them into this position.

“You gonna let me finish what I was saying?”

“Oh you mean the part about my pictures or the ‘I wanna fuck’ part? Either way I caught it all...” Prompto muttered at the end, now weakly struggling to free his wrists.

“I thought you wanted my ��attention’?” Gladio smirked, now amused by the dark blush that occupied Prompto’s cheeks.

“You gonna give me some of that attention now…?” Prompto was honestly trying to flirt, now wondering how it was even possible for his cheeks to get any hotter. Probably because everything he was saying didn’t even bother to cross his mind first.

“All kinds of attention.” Gladio said in almost a whisper as he leaned down, and kissed Prompto again.

This time with little hesitation, Prompto finally had the nerve to kiss him back. Prompto would have expected no less from Gladio making it into a hungry kiss as soon he reciprocated. The sudden sign of such passion made Prompto moan into the kiss returning it with just as much. The kiss went on rough and hungry for a minute before turning into hot open mouth kisses that made Prompto moan even more. He shuddered feeling the sudden swipe of Gladio’s tongue over his bottom lip, right before he bit down. He let out a small whine, opening his mouth granting him access, and their tongues lewdly met before their mouths connected.  Their tongues immediately fought for dominance, Prompto feeling at a disadvantage as he was still being held down. And Gladio, wanting what he wanted, squeezed Prompto’s wrists with a groan, almost as if reminding him of his position. Prompto surrendered with a defeated groan and let Gladio have his way. He failed to swallow his moans as the larger man skillfully and slowly explored his mouth. It wasn’t long before he found himself whimpering and tugging for his hands to be free. Gladio obliged and Prompto immediately tangled them in the dark locks, making him moan into the kiss. Just tasting the blonde and feeling him tug at his hair urging him on was enough to get blood flowing straight down South. Shifting around to move his legs between Prompto’s finally, he grinded down into him.

“Guh-!” Prompto gasped, breaking away from the kiss as he did, feeling Gladio’s growing erection now against his own. Gladio chuckled at the sight of the panting blonde.

He then dipped his head down planting kisses on his neck, biting around at the soft flesh desperately. Prompto shuddered, biting back moans as his gripped tightened on Gladio’s hair and his hips rocked back to grind with him. Gladio snaked a hand under his shirt, pushing it up over his chest, and then moved down to mouth at his nipple. Prompto inhaled sharply finding himself arching his back. Gladio kept flicking with his tongue, moving from one to the other as he dropped lower, nipping at his belly button, making Prompto whimper and squirm as he looked down to watch him. Gladio then sat up on his knees, undoing the blondes belt before yanking it away, then his pants and boxers laying them aside. As he did and had went to go back down, Prompto raised up crashing their lips together as he  pushed the sleeves of his jacket down, urging him to take it off. Gladio smirked into the kiss, shrugging off the jacket letting it fall on the ground behind him. The bigger male had then done the same to the blonde, before pushing his shirt up and over his head. Their lips crash together once more, as pale hands glided down the finely chiseled body that was Gladio, and then were shyly ridding of his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. As he did, he curled his fingers into the rim of his boxers and jeans, lazily tugging them down. Gladio helped shrug them the rest of the way off, before gently pushing the blonde back down.

Finally having the blonde out of all his clothes, Gladio could fully take in the sight of the pale freckled body. He licked his lips before grabbing a hold of his hips, and pulling him up to have his legs thrown over his shoulders. Prompto gasped, becoming completely flustered in the new position seeing where it was leading. As he opened his mouth to retort, Gladio dipped his head down, teasing at the pink ring with his tongue. Before long, the only noises from Prompto were stifled moans and whimpers. As he wiggled his tongue down into him, Prompto mewled palming at the blanket underneath him. Then let out a small cry as he felt Gladio’s grip around his half-hardened length, tight, but pumping at a steady pace. Gladio let the noises from the one below urge him, licking around inside him as he jerked him off. Yet, each little noise was making his  erection more and more painful to endure. Pulling away with a ‘slurp’ that made Prompto squeak fro the lewdness, Gladio removed his hand from the panting blondes shaft, and teased around the pink target his tongue just left, with his middle finger. Moving in little circles he slowly worked his finger in with ease, getting rewarded with a moan. He thrust  a few times, before adding a second finger slowly, this time getting a whimper.

Prompto swallowed. “GLadio, thats…” He said in a breathless feeling the slight burn as slowly started to move the two fingers inside of him.

“Just give it a minute…”

Giving a disgruntled groan, Prompto wondered if two fingers started out this comfortable, how would he manage trying to take all of him. The whole time since they had started, Prompto had wondered about the size of Gladio. It was more than evident that there was ‘something’ to expect. Prompto was sure someone somewhere would be happy to see it, but he was on the brinks of: ‘It won’t fit.’ During all his worried thinking, he’d distracted himself from the pain of the fingers, and found himself letting a moan.

“Okay?” Gladio asked.

“S-so okay.”

And with that, Prompto felt Gladio’s fingers moving in and out of him in a quicker pace. Still in the position with his legs over his shoulders,  he found it even more embarrassing actually able to see what Gladio was doing to him, and that the larger males eyes were seton him. He quickly glanced way, before trembling as a high-pitched moan escaped. His eyes widened a little at the sudden feeling of something GLadio had reached. Then again as his fingers were noe rubbing in small circles at his prostate. Squirmng around and whimpering, Prompto failed to keep the noise in, and his body jerked as he keened high in his throat.

“Gladio~!” He threw the back of his hand over his mouth.

But the moans from him were still more than heard. Seeing now that Prompto was fully enjoying the attention, he began scissoring his fingers while thrusting them, getting him properly stretched and prepared.  All of his moans were coming out high-pitched and Gladio could only wonder at the moment what they’d sound like once he was finally inside of him. After another minute or two, and becoming impatient, ready to hear more from the blonde, Gladio removed his fingers and lifted Prompto’s legs off his shoulders, and scooted back a little as he set them back down on either side of him. Prompto twitched, panting heavy as he raised his knees. He was completely wrecked by just those fingers, now eager for more instead nervous like he was in the beginning.  Knowingly, he spread his legs a little more, knees out, giving Gladio full access. The sight itself was enough to make Gladio blush even, seeing Prompto practically asking for it. His cheeks flustered, eyes glossed and panting hot. His body made it more than clear that he wanted more.

“G-Gladio, please…” Prompto begged, already gripping at the blanket under them.  

Wasting no more time, Gladio gently took a hold of the blondes hips, and aligned himself. He watched him closely as he then slowly pressed himself inside. He looked on in surprise as the blonde only moaned high and desperate in pleasure as his head lolled to the side.

“Good?”

“Mhm~” Prompto nodded.

And with that, Gladio gave a few testing thrusts and watched as Prompto bit his lip and his back arched. He gripped the blanket tightly, now feeling Gladio long and deep. The pleasure he was feeling was amazing, and he was glad the only pain that came, were from Gladio’s fingers. As Gladio watched the blonde, a thought probably shouldn’t have, crossed his mind.

Seeing the pale, freckled, panting and flustered boy under him, Gladio couldn’t help himself. The camera laying there right next him like that was practically begging him to get pictures of such a rare sight. He gave the blonde a few more slow teasing thrusts as reached over and grabbed the camera. After hearing the first click, Prompto opened his eyes quickly, very familiar with the sound.

“G-Gladio!? N-No, don’t do that…” Prompto weakly reached out for the camera, failing to get a hold of it as he felt something inside of him rubbed the right way.

“You have no idea how good these are. These pictures might just be your best one’s yet~” The man teased.

“Ahh~, please Gladio, stop~!” He whimpered, covering his face with an arm over his eyes. “S-Someone will see…G-Gladio they’ll see!” He cried out in a long mewl, as Gladio’s thrusts became more vigorous.

Gladio ignored the blonde’s pleas, and snapped his pictures of the lewd young man under him.

“Then look at the camera for me, just once.” Gladio’s voice was quiet.

Prompto would’ve admitted, his little camera kink was fun, but he never thought he’d be the one in front of the lens…But he obliged with Gladio’s request and hesitantly looked up, directly into the camera, watching the small flash as he took the picture. After he took the picture, Prompto quickly snatched the camera away, and laid it aside.

“Focus on me with your body, and not the lens.” Prompto moaned, as he hooked his legs around Gladio’s waist.

Gladio then obliged, taking a hold of his hips and beginning to rock inside Prompto again. The blonde opened his mouth, but only for moans to spill out as he felt Gladio deep inside, only pulling slightly out. But yet, he managed to moan out Gladio’s name more than once and the larger man’s heart soared. HE spread the younger’s legs now picking up the pace, letting gout a soft exhale feeling the walls tighten up around him. HE looked down at the wanton blonde, watching how his body reacted with each snap of his hips. Leaning down and sealing Prompto’s lips in a strong kiss, he lost himself in the tightness around his length. Prompto whined into kiss, tearing up as he rocked back into Gladio eagerly. He absentmindedly squeezed his thighs around Gladio and pulled him tighter against him, Gladio now barely pulling out and piercing him with sharp, shallow thrusts. Then with just a shift of his hips, he had found his prostate again, knowingly sending Prompto into a state of euphoria. Coming close and ready to send the blonde over the edge, Gladio took a hold of the blonde’s shaft, jerking him in quicker time than his thrusts.

The intense feeling of too much had laced up through is abdomen, stringing his muscles tight, as Gladio fisted his dick at a frantic pace. He was hardly aware of the loud sobs that were coming from him that would’ve originally embarrassed him. The intense pleasure left him hovering over the edge, until Gladio became impossibly faster, punching through the tightness. With that, Prompto came with a pained yelp ripping through his throat. Gladio came right behind him letting out a vulgar groan as he spilled inside him, his thrusts evening out into a gentle grind. Prompto still sobbed quietly, still overwhelmed. His vision was a blur and hearing slowly making its way back to him.

“You ok?” Gladio asked with a heavy pant, now looking down into the completely wrecked blonde.

“I…That was...Best I ever…” Prompto said in between tired sobs. Gladio smiled at him, and wrapped his arms around his waist, before lifting him up to straddle his lap. Prompto failed returning the smile due to wincing from the sudden movement.

He hugged the blonde close to him, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Prompto returned it tiredly.

“W-We should head back now…Yeah?”

“Ignis and Noct won’t be back for a while…We could-“

“Are you trying to KILL me?!” Prompto whined. He could tell by the tone in Gladio’s voice that he was suggesting a round two.

Gladio gave a hearty chuckle. “Alright. I’ll take you back to camp, let you get some rest.”

“Thank you…” Prompto huffed. “But definitely next time.” Prompto smiled. “O-On one condition though…” Prompto bit his lip.

“What, if I still respect in the morning?” Gladio mocked the typical cliché of such situations sometimes.

“No. That you’ll…Just be doing it with me?” Prompto continued shyly, that feeling comng back again where just wanted to shrink and disappear.

“Hell no. This is exclusive.” Gladio reassured him seriously.

With another tired smile, Prompto gave the man another tired kiss. “Okay…Now carry me back Mr. Exclusive. I don’t think I’ll be walking for a while.”

Sure enough later that evening, Ignis and Noctis had returned and Prompto was as sore as they come. But that didn’t stop him from being him of course. Although Ignis was suspicious of his sudden soreness. Gladio quickly came up with excuse that they were training a little bit while the two of them were out. Ignis took it, and started preparing dinner. Though as they all sat down to eat once he was finished, the topic of Gladio and Prompto came back up again…

“So Gladio…” Ignis started. “I notice you’ve been giving Prompto a lot of attention lately. What-“

“All kinds of attention- WAGH!”

As Prompto had started to low-key gloat, Gladio casually reached over and yanked the chair forward, making him fall back out of it. The blonde now on the ground groaning and muttering curses. Ignis and Noct just looked at him.

“Yeah, I have.” Gladio said plainly, giving Ignis a look of: ‘And? What of it?’

“Nevermind then.” Ignis paid the subject no more attention at the moment, and the rest of them finished up their supper.

END

I also decided to finish up the story with a little quirky fanart called, “The Next Morning” Y e e my cheap art- XD:

***There will be a continuation of this on Day Four: Oct. 12th so this ending isn’t legit. Just for the lulz-