#im sorry i just see this rebuttal so often

[mallk-z]

Im sorry @lastvalyrian i dont mean to be rude but i gotta acknowledge that the tag here is exactly the problem that ends up happening when people start posting hate in the main tags. Sure you CAN put stuff talking negatively about the media in question there, but who exactly are you posting it for? A majority of people scrolling through a main tag are other people who are *fans* of that thing.

By posting it in the main tag, you are inviting people to engage with said post. Many of them will probably strongly disagree, and some may even be annoyed/mad that they have to deal with negativity in their escape-from-their-irl-problems space. Regardless of the reason, we all KNOW how fandoms are. There’s always going to be hyper passionate people who will start swinging. There isn’t much to do to avoid those people other than to not give them a chance to engage with you.

Tldr; the relationship goes both ways here. If you don’t want to deal with people getting mad at ur posting hate in the main tags, you probably shouldn’t tag it in the first place. If you want to be surrounded by likeminded people, you can ALSO go join a discord server.

"Is it a safe space to say i hate-" NOT IN THE MAINTAGS IT ISNT

[digiflora]

𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

ཐི♡ཋྀ featuring -> luocha, blade, dan heng, jing yuan, gepard landau, welt yang

ཐི♡ཋྀ contains -> soulmate!au, no warnings just fluff (?) and maybe a bit suggestive for welt. ALSO LUOCHA'S IS SO ANGSTY AND FOR WHAT IDK IM SORRY

ཐི♡ཋྀ gia's notes -> ok so you know that soulmate au thing where the moles on ur body are where ur lover in a past life kissed you the most? yeah. i opened star rail for the first time in like 2 weeks today cos i rage quit after getting silver wolf while trying to build pity for luocha and then i did the story quest thingy and brainrot happened. sorry for being gone for so long. have this <3 (ppl who requested stuff two months ago i see you i hear you i'm just a slow writer)

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ LUOCHA has a particularly noticeable mole on the right side of his neck. with his high collar and serious expression, that remains another guarded secret of his that is privy to only his own searching eyes, a secret that raises colour in his cheeks at the insinuation of its placement.

having spent more time around the dead than the living these past few months, love and human connection is not exactly an occurence that can happen naturally within his profession.

and for the most part, that's alright.

yet there are some lonely nights where luocha finds his gloved fingertips grazing the dark spot on his neck, wishing that he could be graced with the same tenderness in this life that he had received in his previous one. if he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could almost feel the ghostly brush of a pair of lips against his cool skin, the feathery sensation sending a soft shiver down his spine, accompanied by the distant giggle of a past lover in his ear before it slips his grasp and he rolls onto his side in frustration.

that damned spot might as well be placed directly over his heart, considering the amount of influence it held over him.

he could only hope that his dreams tonight would reunite him with the figure that haunts his conscious mind too now, and continue his fruitless search to find them once again in his waking realm.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ BLADE has moles on his chest and back littered amidst the scars that mar his porcelain skin. always a skeptic, the man has never been one to believe in the fanciful stories of soulmates destined to be, sneering in the face of such notions as fate, preferring to keep his head resolutely on his shoulders and feet planted on the ground.

and in some sense, he's right.

because when he met you, in this current life, you joined him in his rejection of a perfect other half. and then, slowly but surely, you had wormed your way into his heart, and his insistence on not having any such thing as a soulmate seems like such a flimsy rebuttal to the way you gaze at him in adoration, fingers trailing in your lips' wake as they brush over each individual mark on his chest.

he tries not to shiver when he feels your warm lips descend upon the skin of his back, your fingers tracing the faded marks that depict his life story with a silent promise that you'll be there for him, and to count every mark on his skin with tender care.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ DAN HENG often finds himself staring in wonder at the moles which litter his arms. starting from his wrists, there is a dusting of them that creeps all the way up to his shoulders, placed upon his skin with such deliberate care that it's almost a foreign concept to him.

in the later hours of the night, he allows himself to muse over the possibility of a soulmate, a lover in a past life destined to find him again, trying to solve the mystery of their identity by peering at his arms as if their face is etched into them.

and when he meets you, he feels breathless all over again as your hands interlink with his own, clasping them so fervently that lightning practically runs up his spine as your lips reunite with his skin, once again staking their claim as you make your way from his wrists to the rest of his body.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ JING YUAN bears his mark with pride, the distinct spot residing comfortly underneath his eye, attracting his attention to it every time he paises to study his reflection.

he wouldn't call himself a vain man, so he appraises that one mole before continuing on with his day, but it's not until you have his face cupped in your palms, and your eyes study his features with an intensity he had not felt until now, that you mention that he has two other moles on his face, albeit fainter.

and you make a point of reaffirming their existence at every chance you get, with you and jing yuan's morning routine involving your lips brushing against the faint mole on the apple of his cheek and bridge of his nose before landing a last one underneath his eye.

those only serve as a mere guidline, though, as you do not hesitate to pepper the rest of his unblemished face with kisses as your symbol of affection.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ GEPARD does not know what to think of the moles that litter his collarbones. they're rather prominent, and if he lets himself think about them for too long, he'll start blushing.

even the thought of someone kissing him there makes his brain short circuit, so the sensation is definitely one that he will have to get used to with you.

the slightly sadistic part of you revels in the way his blushing face hides itself behind his hands when you kiss him on those marks, a muffled boyish giggle escaping his lips at the ticklish sensation of your lashes brushing against his skin when you lay your head against his chest.

you decide to place a few additional marks for his next life when you kiss the backs of his hands, until your lover relents and reveals his face to you once more, letting you place a final tender kiss to his lips.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ WELT finds the little triangle of moles on his hipbone more humorous than anything. there's a certain intimacy to their placement that surpasses the more innocent and easily visible marks a person may have been granted by their soulmate, and he fonds himself wondering what kind of person his soulmate is for there to be the most frequent place they kiss.

and it's a pleasant surprise, really, as to how right it feels when you see those marks yourself and giggle, continuing their tradition by dropping a kiss to each in quick succession before grinning up at him with a smile so endearing that welt finds himself desperately committing the scene to memory.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY: bound 2 fall in love!

honkai star rail masterlist ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

[duckymcdoorknob]

hey i found your account yesterday and decided to follow and write in an emergency request!! also sorry if my grammar is bad, english wasn't my first language.

okay so these past few weeks i've been feeling really drained. this has messed me up a whole lot. like my social battery has been getting lower and lower, i'm starting to get more distant towards my friends/family, and all my grades started to drop. :( to top it all off none of my friends have really noticed anything (we're know each other for about 7 years) so may i request for oikawa and kuroo?

Hi lovie!! I hope you’re doing much better now!

Sorry about the wait!!

I’m right here for you, okay?? Please let me know if you need anything.

CW BELOW THE CUT: reader lacks sociability, platonic nickname used

𝑇𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎

I think that Oikawa gets his fair share of Gifted Kid Burnout™ himself.

This made it easy for him to pick up on the signs that you actually weren’t okay

As he went about his usual routine, one thing seemed to be missing: you.

The times where he would typically see your sweet face beaming back at him, they were now dull.

Where did you go?

As it turns out, you were just in an empty classroom to work on your homework.

“Hi, (Y/N)-Chan! Mind if I join you? I’ll be really quiet.”

You couldn’t help but smile warmly at his request. “I suppose, but don’t make a lot of noise because I have to focus.”

Oikawa internally celebrated and sat criss cross diagonal from you, not wanting to invade your personal space.

He took out his own work and the lot of you began to work in silence.

It was nice, you had to admit. But…

“Hey, ‘Kawa I have to head out now my mom- she uh… she needs-“

“Hey whatever she needs, go right ahead! I’ll see you around!”

You felt yourself slump over, is it that easy to get rid of you?

“Woah hey, (N/N) what’s going on?” beautiful brown eyes were filled with remorse.

“S’nothin’, ‘Kawa”

“Don’t s’nothin’ me! You can’t fool me.” Oikawa demanded, “You’re burnt out, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”

“I’m not burnt out!” You yelped in rebuttal, “I’m just really low on my desire to be social is all.” The last part came out as more of a mumble.

“Ah I getcha. Well, if you’d like, you can leave and I can come see you later?”

“I-“ this was frustrating. Why was he so understanding??

“I don’t know, Tooru. I just want to feel better again is that so much to ask?” You mumbled

The setter scooched across the floor on his knees and pulled you into a gentle embrace.

“Tell me what’s going on, honey.” His tone was sotto voce, not wanting to upset you further.

“It’s so hard to want to be around people anymore, ‘Kawa… even my family im just… what if I’m broken?”

“You are not broken, my dear.” He began while gently running his fingertips up and down your back, “sometimes we just don’t want to be social with people, and that’s okay. You’re not different, you’re not rude, and you’re definitely not broken.”

“I feel like I’m shutting everyone out though. I don’t want them to be upset with me…”

“Everyone needs some space every now and then. Don’t even worry, this happens to me often.” Oikawa said softly, smiling into your shoulder. “If you’d like, I’ll stay with you for a little while, then when you’re ready I can go.”

“I don’t-“ you mumbled, “I don’t think I want you to go.”

Oikawa smiled gently and continued to trace patterns into your back, “Then I’ll stay here with you, as long as you need, even forever.”

You chuckled, “Forever is a really long time.”

“Anything for you.”

𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜

It took Kuroo a little while to figure out why you were suddenly absent from all of your usual hangouts.

You, however, we’re giving him inadvertent signs that something was wrong…

First, you showed up 40 minutes late to your 1 hour study session with him and Yaku.

That isn’t at all like you. You always loved to help them with ideas for making the session fun.

Next, you rarely acknowledged anyone who waved to you in the halls anymore. Poor Yamamoto thought you were mad at him.

And shortly after that, Kuroo saw you sitting in your car, running your head through your hands.

At that point, the middle blocker knew that now was the time to act.

Without any invitation, Tetsu’ opened the passenger door and sat down next to you,

“Alright. Tell me… what’s going on?”

“Wh- Kuroo! Get out of m-“

“(Y/N) please.” His tone was soft and sympathetic, “you can’t keep it from me anymore.”

“Nothing is the matter. I’m okay.” You replied quite quickly, “now if you could kindly leave my passenger seat.”

Kuroo sighed and left his side of the car, disappearing behind it to the left.

What you didn’t expect was for your own door to open, and to have been enveloped in Kuroo’s firm but delicate arms.

“Please, sweetheart… You can’t keep this in anymore.” His voice was barely whispered, as if he was inches away from crying himself.

You blinked your eyes vigorously, staring at the ceiling and pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth.

But, no avail.

You began to break down, sobbing into his shoulder.

“There you go… shhhhh. Let it right out. You’re safe with me.” His thumbs rubbed soothing patterns on your back.

“I just-“ you choked, “D-does everyone hate m-me now?”

Kuroo pushed your shoulders backward and looked in your eyes.

“Of course not, (Y/N). Where did that thought come from?”

“I’ve just… I’ve been av-voiding everyone a-all week.”

“So you had a low social battery, that’s fine. We’re not expecting you at our beckoned call, so we don’t have any resentment toward you. It’s okay to not be okay… okay?”

“But-“

“No buts. Everything is fine. Just shoot me a text next time okay? Yama was totally worried that you hated him.”

A small chuckle escaped your lips, “okay.”

“There they are.” He replied, pulling you back into a hug.

“Hey Kuroo?”

“Mm?”

“Wanna listen to (favorite playlist)?”

He smiles into your shoulder, “you know it.”

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[nikrangdan]

classmate!sunghoon

pairing: classmate!sunghoon x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: you felt like park sunghoon was way, WAY out of your league... what happens when the teacher tells him to move seats and sit next to you?

*didnt proofread

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becoming friends with park sunghoon was not something you expected to happen this year

throughout high school you had a small group of friends and never really stuck out

so when your teacher told sunghoon to move seats..

the seat happened to be the empty one next to..

guess who *cue the evil laugh*

YOU!!!!

your first thought was

‘this entire year is just gonna be him completely ignoring my existence or awkward interactions’

now you’ve heard of park sunghoon.... its basically a guarantee at your high school

he has this group of friends and theyre labelled as the popular kids i guess you could say

and the only reason he had to move seats in your two hour long class was because he and his friend jake goof off in class too often and your teacher deemed them “too distracting”

so eventually sunghoon was forced to move all the way across the classroom

right next to you

you were shocked to say the least

obviously he was handsome

too handsome to the point where you questioned how someone as good looking as him went to your school

he sighed and got up from his chair next to jake

but he still had a small smile remaining on his face indicating he wasnt that upset about him having to leave his friend

your heart began to beat quicker automatically as he walked towards your desk

even if you didnt have a crush on him like alot of people did, you still felt nervous around popular students like him for some reason

he ran his hand through his hair and sat down next to you, setting his bookbag on the floor next to him

he didnt look at you, nor acknowledge you

Awkward....

but nonetheless the lecture began again and the class sat in silence

taking notes on their laptops or sleeping

there were around 30 people in your class and your seat was in the middle row next to the window so you often gazed outside from the 2nd floor during class

you glanced to your right and noticed sunghoon slouched back in his seat, twirling around a pencil in his hand while his laptop remained open on his desk

it was just a white screen so he didnt take any notes

you were surpised because you knew he had fairly decent grades

you ignored your thoughts and continued taking your own notes

soon enough the bell rang and sunghoon stood up immediately and walked over to jake

‘yup’ you thought. ‘we are definitely not going to be having a single conversation this year.’

fast forward a couple days!!!!

you were sitting in class next to the boy

as normal

and you still have yet to talk to him.. mainly because you never initiated conversations ESPECIALLY when its a really really cute boy

anyways

ur teacher is like

Ok class im assigning a project and ur partner is the person sitting next to u

yay!!!!!! (can u sense the sarcasm)

welp

you sit in silence while everyone in the class starts discussing with their partners

the project is you have to make a presentation on a world issue of your choice

“um...” u start

sunghoon starts pulling out his laptop and binder

“what do you wanna do?”

he doesnt even look you

well!!!!!!

u didnt know sunghoon and his group of friends very well but u definitely thought they were more... friendly than this

its silent for like 5 seconds

“huh? oh sorry did you say something?”

“uh yeah.. i asked what you wanted to do for the project.”

“project?”

God u tried so hard not to laugh

you think he noticed because his cheeks turned a really light shade of pink

he looked so innocent

“yeah we have to make a presentation” you lightly chuckled

he was very amusing without even trying

“oh sorry haha.. i zone out easily”

“its okay.. but its due in less than 2 weeks so”

so you two spent the next hour choosing a topic and working on the project

it was kind of awkward for the first 10 minutes but then you warmed up to eachother

u were lucky that he was an extrovert too

(sunghoon is an extrovert for the sake of this story OK)

u were also lucky that he was smart

it was easy for you to talk to him.. he just felt comfortable

contrary to ur prior belief.. sunghoon was actually a really really cool guy

u used to think he was just a guy

now u think hes a really really cool guy

“can you please stop putting penguin clip art on the slides” you giggle

then he puts parrot clip art instead

“do your work!!!!” he was supposed to keep researching but he was trying to balance his pen on his nose

“shhh y/n... im doing something important.”

you roll your eyes

he was always doing something that was Not work

but you found it entertaining

and he’d make dumb little jokes that made you both hide your faces in your arms on top of the desk to hide your laughter

“hey y/n”

“what”

“what do you call an old snowman”

“i dunno.. snowgramps”

“no.. water”

you both made eye contact before bursting into laughter and then forcing yourselves to be quiet before u got in trouble

but that made everything funnier so you both were just covering your faces while trying so hard not to make a sound

this was so weird

u have never clicked with someone so fast before it honestly felt exciting

you were talking to sunghoon as if you’d been friends with him since birth

Very Very weird because you had only talked to him an hour ago and now u two are acting like besties ?!?!

jake noticed from across the room too

hes like ‘Why is sunghoon having fun without me🙄🙄’

the bell rings and so far you only have 2 slides

“we didnt get anything done” you note as you pack your bag

“yeah yeah i know. we can work on it more tomorrow”

“right.. see you tomorrow” you’re about to head out until jake walks up

“hey bro” he and sunghoon do some kind of made up handshake before he turns to look at you

now you know jake

everyone knows jake

you used to think he was the sweetest out of all their friend group

and he definitely lives up to that!!!

“hey y/n!” he gives u a smile

AWE hes so adorable

“hi” u reply

you were trying to speed up this conversation though so you could go eat lunch with your friend

“hows the project going?” he asks

“bad. sunghoon doesnt know how to do anything.” you deadpanned jokingly

sunghoon looks at you with an offended look that makes you wanna snort

“hey! you’re the one who doesn’t know how to add text to the slide!”

“what the hell sunghoon?! don’t tell him that, it’s embarrassing!” you give him a dirty look before walking out the classroom door with a smile on your face

days passed and you and sunghoon would only speak during that class but whenever you did it would be a mess

“sunghoon, y/n, quiet down! there is no reason for my classroom to be this loud!” your teacher scolds you two after sunghoon slapped his desk after you accidentally snorted

u two had such a weird relationship

u were almost strangers outside this one class but besties when u were in it

jake noticed too

one time he asked sunghoon during lunch why ur relationship was what it was

“i dont know.. thats just how we are” he answered

but jake kind of suspected sunghoon had a crush on u

*wiggles eyebrows*

it had only been a week but jake was determined to set u up together

“y/n you look cold, heres sunghoons jacket!”

“y/n sunghoon needs help with his homework, can you maybe do something about that..”

“sunghoon, y/n looks sad go give her a hug”

needless to say it worked!!!!

because a week after you presented your 2 weeks worth project

sunghoon asked u on a date

YUPPPPPP

let me recite how it went

u were walking out of class together because jake wasnt there that day

sunghoons bookbag was slung over one shoulder and u were stood next to him with both hands on ur straps

“hey.. do u wanna maybe go grab something to eat with me for dinner..? or something” he quickly asked

“what, like a date?” you joke

“uh.. yeah” he replied looking down at u

u stop in your tracks

WHA

No way

“wait what? seriously?” you look up at him with wide eyes

“yes u little munchkin” he pinches your cheeks exaggeratedly and pulls them to make your face sway everywhere

u swat them off so fast

“um.. okay” u answer and ur face heats up

you cant even look him in the eye

like u cant say u DIDNT see this coming but it was still a shock

“awe is y/n blushing” he teases

“go away stupid”

yeah he doesnt go away

ANYWAYS u are the cutest couple ever

everyone wants to be u two so bad!

couple goals literally

jake is so proud of himself honestly

whenever u get into a silly little argument his rebuttal is always

“remind me who got u the best boyfriend ever? thats right, me. dont try me y/n”

and ur like

“ooohhh jakey im so scareddd”

he cannot stand u

but Yeah sunghoon bestest bf ever

takes u on dates whenever u want to

makes u laugh very much

almost too much

and ur parents LOVE him

mhm sunghoon very awesome guy

[autisticzukka]

what is this hakoda zuko arranged marriage you speak of? i am intrigued

okay so the long story short is that it’s a slight rebuttal of a popular post that is very fun but i find like... unrealistic in a really intriguing way like, how would this ACTUALLY play out. I’ve talked about it at length in my server a few times, and it’s one of those AU’s -- like the genderbend zukka ATLA rewrite or the zukki fic that starts with sokka failing to assassinate zuko -- that lives rent free in my head and I’ve written a couple thousand words for.

tw for like VERY unrequited zuko in love with hakoda and the inherent comedy of sokka being in love with his fire nation stepmom.

so here’s hakoda, chief of the southern water tribe, happily not-married to Bato. and here is a more balanced war, where the north and the south are actually  allies, rather than whatever the fuck they were in ATLA. Yue already has a fiance and the Northern chief refuses to remarry. that leaves hakoda responsible for biting the bullet and doing a political marriage even though, as he points out at length, he is an elected official and if he stops being elected it’s no longer a marriage with the chief of the south pole. intelligently but mostly selfishly motivated (yue’s fiance is his nephew, after all) pakku points out that its not like the fire nation knows... that. the fire nation is dumb. ozai’s stupid.

faced with such inarguable points hakoda stiffens his upper lip, pre-emptively ends things with bato on the understanding that if this is another kya situation they’ll get back together and that he’s still the most important person to him but the tribe comes first yada yada, and deals with katara throwing the mother of all tantrums. it is slightly softened by the fact that in return for him marrying the fire nation noble, a thing everyone can agree isn’t traditional, the north has finally agreed to train katara. she heads out before the wedding, in protest but also so as to not cause an international incident.

(on her way, she’ll find aang. with the war less dire, katara will be sympathetic towards his desire to live without committing violence, even if she deeply can’t relate. they’ll have a hot girl romcom summer of self discovery and coming to terms with the dichotomy between duty and love as they become master benders. at some point they pick up toph. they ARE a throuple.)

sokka meanwhile is like.. not cool with it.. but ? kind of relieved? like. he’s the eldest kid. he’s 18, and he’s been a man of the tribe as far as legalities for several years. it would have been entirely understandable if his dad had asked HIM to do it. he had his emotionally crushing romance with yue, and as much as he was like ‘im kind of a prince’, he finds he doesn’t actually want some of the responsibilities and demands that would bring. yue’s life sucks.

back in the fire nation, zuko never demanded a quest and never went on it. he’s spent years hardening into something that, while brittle, can survive the pressures of the court around him. he still has his scar. he still wants his father to love him, but he knows by now that it’s not something he’s capable of earning. he watches his sister, never the most stable person, start to have complete breakdowns of sanity once she hits puberty, and helps her cover for it and receive medical treatment on the down low. he’s the heir, but he lives knowing that if he was ever in a position to inherit his choices are to abdicate or have the baby sister who he raised kill him and destroy herself and the country in the process.

when he realizes the plan is to marry azula off rather than someone more reasonable-- mai is RIGHT there, for fucks sake-- he doesn’t realize ozai’s true intent is to fuck this up through malicious compliance and false shows of good faith. he panics, and does the zuko thing: he blurts out that this is unacceptable and immoral and she’s only 16 and Ozai sees the true opportunity for two birds with one stone. send zuko, let him piss someone off so badly he gets killed or divorced, and he gets rid of zuko from the line of succession permanently. there are those who are incredibly attached to teh idea of a firstborn for firelord, and it’s been a constant thorn in unpopular ozai’s side to nto be able to name azula his heir apparent without costly rebellion. but if he can taint him in the mind of the fire nation so much that birthright is easy to supercede-- yeah. this’ll work PERFECTLY.

so zuko is sent to marry hakoda, chief of the water tribe.

literally NO ONE was expecting it to be a member of Ozai’s immediate family. besides the fact that his oldest child is half hakoda’s age and his brother has 20 years on hakoda, it would have been sus as fuck - the treaty is not favorable enough to grant that kind of secession of interests. it becomes quickly apparent that this young man -- hakoda reminds himself of that repeatedly. not kid. not kid. young man. don’t think of him like a kid, it’s hard enough on both of us already. -- is not a horrible threat. he’s scared shitless and shakes with what he thinks is bravado. he’s desperate to make the marriage work. he’s desperate to not go home. he’s got a giant fucking scar on his face from where the fire lord punished him for some grievous but unstated offense.

zuko “daddy issues” fire nation sees his husband to be and, despite being scared shitless, immediately begins to soften a little. like... he’s not nearly as scary as he thought he’d be. his face can be stern, but it just as easily breaks into huge smiles, and his eyes are crinkled with laughter. he’s incredibly handsome. and his biceps are. his biceps. are. his hands are...

like. zuko thinks. okay. maybe. maybe his marriage duties. won’t be so horrible as he thought. maybe he’s ready for this. and he knows what to expect, Uncle had discreetly provided him the means and the contacts to acquire an intimate education in the whirlwind of activity that was the two months before leaving. and like, once he’d gotten past the nerves, it was often even... good? or at least... not bad? he thinks that even if hakoda isn’t a professional expert, he has a certain.... je ne sais quoi, if you will.

((DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF))

sokka sees his new stepfather and immediately falls in love because he’s that kind of dumb bitch. (the core of this au is that i cant breathe thinking about sokka falling in love with his hot young stepmom his age who his dad doesnt even want to fuck. like. i CANT. sokka masturbates to ‘hand caught in the washing tub’ fantasies which are even more absurd for requiring zuko to be DOING LAUNDRY. i find it so funny.)

bato watches them at the wedding feast while hakoda is very clearly trying to treat zuko as an Equal Adult Partner and mostly managing to seem like someone having a serious conversation with a seven year old about the game they’ve made up. zuko is clearly enamored with it, soaking up the attention, blushing and doing his best to Bravely Flirt, which at one point includes awkwardly attempting to feed Hakoda by hand. bato has to excuse himself to have a teary eyed giggle, hoping that Kya is in the spirit world looking down and laughing with him. he can’t resent the kid even a little bit, when hakoda is sitting there looking so incredibly fucking befuddled as to what he’s supposed to do with this star struck infant he’s legally wed to

anyways all of this... is very funny. their wedding night... is less so. zuko does not take the rejection from hakoda very well, especially because he’d been caught wanting. HE’S the one who should be rejecting hakoda. and he catastrophizes almost immediately about his potential value to the water tribe, his future treatment, that endless inescapable freezing cold loneliness is the good ending for him here... hakoda, meanwhile, drops zuko off at his home, reassuringly informs him that there’s NOTHING else expected of him and he will be well taken care of, and books it to bato’s. bato refuses to let him in on grounds of ‘you can’t sleep under the same shelter as me on your wedding night to that kid, have a fucking brain’, and he ends up crashing at sokka’s.

sokka, who had KNOWN that his dad wouldnt, but also upon seeing zuko and zuko’s awkward flirting was like... but how COULDNT he???? sokka is relieved.

the core of this fic is that i find it endlessly hilarious for zuko to try and seduce his husband while sokka simps around zuko and bato tries to be heartbroken or betrayed but mostly ends up with a giant case of hysterical schadenfreude. but the thing that CLINCHED it for me, like THE scene. several years after being married, settled into their life. they’re partners and they see each other as people. and zuko just fucking snaps one night

he just kisses him, desperate and clawing and climbing and maybe a little drunk. he knows hakoda is going to push him away, maybe even hit him, but he doesn’t care anymore, he doesn’t care. he can do anything he wants to him as long as he just-- finally does something. zuko is 21 and married to the surface of the sun and the surface of the sun jr is his best friend and clearly in love with him-- so clearly not even zuko can miss it-- and like. listen. listen. zuko is not a patient person. but he’s been patient for this. he waited and he matured and he is a fucking amazing husband and he wants this, he wants him. he wants to be wanted.

but hakoda doesn’t push him away. hakoda doesnt yell at him, or hit him. hakoda gentles the kiss into something soft and closed lipped. he pulls away slowly, and his eyes are so sad for zuko, so pitying. he strokes his cheek with the back of his hand so gently. he says, I’m sorry. I don’t want you.

and zuko daddy issues fire nation swallows

and he nods

and he leaves, even though its his own fucking house

and he knows he’s never going to be good enough

like FUUUCK i am OBSESSED WITH THAT

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mAY I PLEASE REQUEST FOR YAKU MY BABY YAKULT YAKU 🤧😭 njsjJSNjs maybe a friends to lovers kinda thing? how they met, got together, how they are during the time they're together >.< and maybe throw in some teasing where the s/o teases yaku for his height lightheartedness even though the s/o's even shorter than him whjdj and ofc gotta throw in some classic boyfie hoodies/shirts from yaku👉👈 idk if a hc or oneshot is easier for you so please feel free to use whichever format's more comfy💕 and thank you for always writing such amazing work heh💓💕💖💝💗

hey anon!!

I haven't gotten the opportunity to write for yaku so im honestly kind of excited that I get to bless the yaku simps (づ◡﹏◡)づ

he definitely isn't a character that's on my mind often but I have to admit he is super underrated 

im not super familiar with his personality so I apologize if anything is ooc

alsooo ty for such kind words, my heart is full ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

anywhooo I hope you enjoy!!

(sorry if it’s a little choppy/messy >_<)

•Friends to Lovers HC w/ Yaku•

warnings: none

genre: pure fluff

character: yaku

Yaku Morisuke

you had been friends with him ever since your second year of middle school

during your first year, you had noticed him from afar but hadn’t really talked with him besides a few hellos and good mornings

it wasn’t as if you weren’t interested in getting to know him but you had never really got the opportunity to have a proper conversation with him

he had always been occupied with volleyball and your schedules never gave you a chance to cross paths otherwise

however, the year after, you fortunately had been given very similar schedules which allowed you to introduce yourself to the boy in question

you two immediately clicked and grew closer then either of you would have ever expected

despite your comfortable friendship,your platonic emotions towards yaku slowly morphed into romantic feelings over the years

at first, it was little things like subconsciously watching his lips move when he spoke

but over time you begin feeling butterflies storm your stomach just from him being near or stuttering when you spoke to him

you had started to realize that this feeling towards him was no longer the same as when you two had first met

honestly, you didn't know what to do and spent quite a while trying to sort out you emotions 

while this was plaguing your mind, you didn’t notice that the libero reciprocated your feelings

but his team most certainly did

how could they miss the faint blush that painted yaku’s face whenever your name was mentioned or how his breath hitched at any sudden contact between the two of you

with this, yaku got the shit teased out of him until he was finally pushed to confess even so, the boys didn't go without a scolding from him for being so obnoxious

he had already mentally prepared himself to be rejected and have the strong bond between the two of you broken when he selfishly opened up 

this is why he was so shocked when you embraced him, letting him know that you had felt the same way

normally, he didn't condone the nosiness of his fellow club members but just this once, he could let it slide

you and yaku worked really well together, but being a great couple was expected with how good of friends you already were

yaku was a really great boyfriend

it wasn't a huge surprise with his natural motherly instincts and his love for you but it was still a big improvement with how you had been treated by people in the past

even though he wasn't a huge fan of pda, he always showed how much he cared for you

it didn't matter if it was placing his hand on the small of you back to guide you away from a potential accident or buying a coffee from the vending machine when he noticed you dozing off in class

he managed to express his emotions without getting crap from his friends

however, when the two of you were alone was when you really got to see his soft side though

he would intertwine your fingers when you two walked down the road or wrap his arms around your waist when you two were lying on the couch watching movies

and you never missed the small kisses that were placed on your temple when he thought you were asleep

although yaku was pretty short tempered with his teammates, he always seemed to have patience for you

sure you two bickered from time to time as couples do, but he always took the time to sit down and talk through things with you

the thing that you and the boys did have in common was his tendency to subconsciously babysit you all

you found him always checking to make sure you ate well, drank enough water, and got a good amount of rest

he made sure to watch over you and keep you out of trouble considering you were so close with team there was bound to be chaos 

he was never over bearing with anything though, and besides you knew that he couldn't help himself when it came to things like that

it was apart of his personality to take on the role of a caretaker and honestly, you found it quite sweet

yaku loved spending time with you

he didn't care what you two did, as long as you did it together

as cheesy as it sounded, it was true

his favorite dates were always the ones spent at either one of your houses

there was just something about staying in and enjoying your company that made those memories so much more special 

of course he didn't mind venturing out of his comfort zone and trying different things with you

but as cute as you were, you were also a little thief 

you constantly stole his clothes

hoodies, shirts, sweatpants, beanies, etc.

you name it and you probably had it in your possession

has much as he wanted to be irritated with your criminal activity, you looked way too good wearing his things

hell, you looked better then him in everything you wore

and he honestly couldn't complain since you always returned everything eventually and it always came back smelling like you which was a definite plus

one of your favorite pastimes was teasing your boyfriend

mainly about his height

which was pretty ironic considering, you were shorter than him??

he would always rebuttal with a snarky remark about your own height, earning a pout from you mission failed y/n, mission failed

of course the torment was never in a serious way and it was just nice knowing that you two could be comfortable with one another like that.

yaku was very passionate about volleyball, you had known that since middle school

you had always come to every one of his games being his best friend and all

but the game after you two had made things official, you decided to show your support by wearing his spare jersey 

as soon as he saw you, he broke yes y/n you broke your beloved boyfriend, go put him in rice or something pls and ty

you just looked so amazing and he couldn't believe that you had that much faith in him to be standing up there representing him 

he was on the brink of tears but he pulled himself together and stepped on that court with all the passion he could muster

safe to say, that was one of the best games he had ever played

as soon as you came down to congratulate him he pulled you into a tight hug and asked you to wear his jersey at every game you were already planning to but hearing the request whispered softly into your neck was nice too

if your boyfriend had to name one of his favorite sounds it would have to be your soft snores

when you two would spend the night with each other, you would always end up falling asleep first, but he never minded 

in all honesty, you looked so peaceful when you slept, it lulled him to sleep too

the way you would lay your head on his chest, just close enough to be able to smell the sweet scent of your shampoo and the way your chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of your breaths

he usually found himself dozing off while running his fingers through your hair

but before he joined you in dreamland, he always made sure to let you know one thing,

“I love you Y/N, more then you know.”

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[lake-arrius-caverns]

Nerevarine Rising

Chapter 9: Outlander Avenger

this took too long to post heehoo ive noticed that sometimes italics don’t save when im posting on tumblr? might have been a glitch idk but in that case it’s better to read on AO3 where the formatting is actually proper lol 

summary On their arrival to Vivec City, the twins part ways and Fahjoth finds himself drawn into the investigation of a very serious crime. 

content warnings violence, blood, minor character death

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“Ey, Ribyna, have you ever heard of Ashlanders?”

“Yeah, why?”

Fahjoth paused, pulling a disgruntled pout. The sun had well and truly set now; the last vestiges of warmth had evaporated entirely, replaced by a nipping chill and creeping shadows that submerged their surroundings in deep blue blankets. Vivec City loomed in the distance, unlike anything Fahjoth had ever seen before. Instead of individual houses like he had seen in every other town he’d been to so far, the city was populated by rows of colossal cantons, square and blocky yet towering over them with a kind of intimidating grandeur. Walkways bridged the gaps between the cantons, stretching over the rolling waters of the Ascadian Isles’ open bay, and several flags and tapestries fluttered from the sides of the cantons, embroidered with differing patterns and art that Fahjoth couldn’t make out from a distance. 

Turning his gaze back to Ribyna as they crossed the bridge towards the first canton, Fahjoth gave an exasperated huff, though there was no real annoyance in his tone. “Oh, so it’s just me, then?” he questioned. “Being an idiot as per usual. D’you know, I made a right tit of myself to Cosades earlier. Told him I didn’t know what Ashlanders were, then he gave me a bollocking for being a dipshit. I mean, how was I supposed to know? Nobody’s told me!” 

Ribyna’s response was surprisingly terse. “Well, maybe if you kept your mouth shut more often instead of chatting a load of shit, you’d listen and actually learn something for once.”

Fahjoth blinked, taken aback by this harsh rebuttal. He was used to Ribyna’s blunt manner of speaking of course, but this was something else entirely. He had noticed her demeanour getting more subdued and her posture stiffening the closer they got to Vivec City, and chalked it up to weariness after their long walk. Now, however, he was not so sure. Was that a hint of nervousness he detected in her voice?

“Are you alright?” he asked, then frowned sympathetically. “Bit nervous about being in the big city?”

“What?” Ribyna turned back to Fahjoth and flashed him a scathing look. “No, of course not. Don’t be stupid.” 

“Then what is it?” He received no response, as Ribyna stopped walking and examined their surroundings, occasionally dropping her gaze down and squinting at the map she held. 

“Right, I’ve got some shit to do,” she announced, as if she hadn’t even heard Fahjoth’s concerns. Fahjoth was certain that this wasn’t the case. “I’ll see you later.”

“Whoah, hang on a second!” Fahjoth protested, disconcerted by Ribyna’s unexpected change of plans. “I didn’t realise we’d be splitting up. What are you doing, anyway?” 

“Just... stuff,” Ribyna replied vaguely. Fahjoth grimaced; perhaps it was best that he didn’t know the details after all, if she was here on business with the Thieves Guild. 

“Alright, fine,” Fahjoth said, relenting. “But where should I meet you?” 

“Uh...” Ribyna gestured aimlessly at the immediate canton, the details on its banners now impossible to make out in the dark. “The map says this is the Foreign Quarter. Just find a cornerclub or something in here and get a room sorted for us. I’ll meet you back here when I’m done.” 

“Right,” Fahjoth replied mutedly. Admittedly, he was disappointed; he had been assuming that he and Ribyna would explore Vivec City together, but now, he was resigning himself to being Billy-No-Mates for the next few hours, or however long Ribyna would take to do her mysterious errand. “See you later then.” 

Fahjoth thought Ribyna may have flashed him an apologetic glance before she turned away, but then she stalked away along the path flanking the canton and rounded the corner, disappearing out of sight. Heaving a sigh that materialised in the air as a faint puff of steam, Fahjoth turned and headed up the sloping path towards the canton’s upper door, slipping inside and into the warmth. 

The inside of the canton was well-lit with torches and rather cheerfully decorated, an array of potted plants sitting in the corners while colourful tapestries and banners hung from the walls. Fahjoth could see a variety of people going about their business, not just Dunmer but Imperials, Bretons, and Redguards, among others, and in that moment he felt a strange sense of almost belonging. Initially he was surprised, until he realised that he was in the Foreign Quarter, and he was left with a deep feeling of despondency instead. 

This grim reminder that he truly was an outlander was accentuated by the unrelenting glares he received from the Ordinators who patrolled the corridors, striking an intimidating presence with their gleaming gold armour and helmets, fashioned into the shape of a sharp elven face with a crest of hair atop their heads. 

“We’ll have no trouble here,” one of the Ordinators said in a low, rasping voice as he walked by. “Move along.”

Suppressing a shudder, Fahjoth began to wander around the upper floor of the canton, trying to look as if he knew where he was going as opposed to being totally lost. Fortunately, it didn’t take too long before he found himself at a door with a sign overhead reading The Black Shalk Cornerclub. Figuring that he was not going to find anywhere more ideal than this, he pushed the door open and stepped in with caution. 

The cornerclub was quiet, with only a few punters sitting around tables or standing in the corners of the room, deep in conversation. A Dunmer stood organising a collection of bottles behind the counter, while an Argonian sat at the bar nursing a drink of his own. Fahjoth approached, plonked himself onto a stool near to the Argonian, and offered him a smile of greeting. The Argonian, who had seemed quite tense as Fahjoth sat down, suddenly relaxed and gave Fahjoth a polite smile in return. 

“Can I have a mazte, please?” he asked the barman, reaching into his pocket for his coin purse. “Oh, and how much would a room be for the night for two people?”

“That’ll be twenty drakes for the room, sera,” the barman replied, pushing a bottle of mazte towards Fahjoth. “And ten for the mazte.”

“Oh, alright, cheers! I’ll take it then,” Fahjoth replied, handing over the coins with relief. He caught the Argonian’s eye and chuckled, a wry grin curling the corner of his mouth. “Ribyna reckoned it’d be more expensive than that.”

“Ribyna?” the Argonian questioned. 

“Ah, that’s my twin! She’s off doing... something,” Fahjoth answered, his voice trailing off thoughtfully as a mild frown settled on his face. “I’m not sure what. She wouldn’t say.” 

“I see. That sounds rather sinister.” The Argonian smirked. “Forgive me, but I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Fahjoth couldn’t hold back an awkward giggle. “You’re right, sorry. My name’s Fahjoth,” he said, holding his hand out, which the Argonian shook after a brief pause. 

“Huleeya,” he introduced himself, withdrawing his hand and taking a sip of his drink. “Well, I can’t blame your twin for being secretive. Not with this recent spate of attacks on outlanders.” 

Fahjoth’s smile slipped from his face. “Attacks?”

“Oh, yes.” Huleeya nodded gravely. “Not just attacks, but murders. Five outlanders have been found dead this week. Not only that, but two Ordinators have been found dead too. Killed in the same way — that is, with their throats slit.” 

“Gods alive... Do they know who’s doing it?”

“If they knew, they would have been caught already,” Huleeya replied. “The Justice Offices are looking for help in catching the killer, from what I’ve heard.” 

Fahjoth paused. Though this had given him a lot to think about, there was something else he wanted to ask. “Is that why you looked a bit...” — he gestured vaguely with a wave of his hand — “on edge when I came over?”

“Hm? Ah, no. It’s not that,” Huleeya said. “It just wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had trouble from the local Dunmer, that’s all.”

“What do you—?”

“Excuse me, outlander. I should get going.” Huleeya finished the remainder of his drink and stood up. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Fahjoth. You and your twin should be careful if you’re out wandering alone at night.”

“Ah... we will. Thanks, mate,” Fahjoth answered, watching as Huleeya said his farewells to the barkeep and took his leave. Once again, Fahjoth was left alone with his thoughts, and he began to get some very dangerous thoughts indeed. 

The Justice Offices are looking for help in catching the killer...

He bit his lip as he nursed his mazte, quietly wrestling with his own brain. To think that he would be able to go up against a serial killer who had slain two highly trained Ordinators was madness, and yet...

By the time he had drained the last of his mazte from the bottle, he had made his decision. Fahjoth stood up, trying to ignore the creeping feeling of foreboding, dropped off his supplies in his rented room and headed outside into the fresh night air once more. 

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The Office of the Watch was much further away than Fahjoth had anticipated, and by the time he arrived, his legs — which had been trembling with nerves — were heavy and aching from weariness, which didn’t bode well for what he had to do. It had been a very long day already, and more than anything Fahjoth was craving a nice warm bed to fall into, but he’d come all this way. There was no going back now. 

After navigating the Hall of Justice — with some difficulty, assuaged only slightly by the directions given to him from irate Ordinators on patrol — Fahjoth eventually found himself at the doors of the Office of the Watch, which he knocked gently and waited to be given permission to enter. 

Peering around the door, Fahjoth was faced with a rather small and cluttered office inhabited by three Dunmer in the usual golden cuirass and boots, who were sitting at messy desks and perusing sheaves of parchment. One of them, a dark-haired Mer with a moustache and goatee, eyed Fahjoth as he crossed the threshold, the heavy bags under his eyes indicative of his tiredness.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “We’re very busy, as you can see.”

“Sorry to bother you,” Fahjoth apologised, “but I’m looking for an Elam Andas?”

“Yes, that’s me. I am Elam Andas, chief of Vivec's Order of the Watch. Are you here looking for work?”

Fahjoth bit his lip, knowing full well that this was his last chance to back out of his foolish and potentially suicidal mission, but he ploughed on anyway. “I heard you were looking for help solving these recent murders.”

The effect his words had on the office was startling. The officers stopped what they were doing, each of them fixing their red eyes on Fahjoth with dubious expressions. Fahjoth remained silent until Andas spoke again. 

“We cannot officially hire you as only Ordinators can serve the watch,” he explained. “But if you can find this killer and bring them to justice, we’ll see to it that you’re rewarded for your efforts.”

Bring them to justice? Now that was something Fahjoth was sure was well above his pay grade. He had been hoping to do a bit of investigation, to help the Watch with their search, but to be tasked with bringing down a serial killer himself? That wasn’t something he was at all confident he could handle. 

“Oh, I—” he started in alarm, but Andas cut him off. 

“I require no commitment from you,” Andas informed him. “In fact, I can’t even officially accept one. But if you’re serious about helping, I can tell you what we know so far about the killer and the victims.”  

After a moment of hesitation, Fahjoth nodded, and Andas gestured to the seat across his desk. Fahjoth obeyed, sitting and listening in silence. 

“There have been seven victims so far, five outlanders and two Ordinators, and all with their throats slit. Three of the victims were found in the Foreign Quarter, one near the Arena and one in the Hlaalu Compound. None of the outlanders had been on Vvardenfell for more than a week.

“Our Ordinators were found near the body in the Hlaalu Compound, and we think they interrupted the killer at work. Despite the fact that they were armed and on duty, their weapons were still in their sheaths when their bodies were found, which is unsettling. We’re likely looking at someone incredibly stealthy, or adept at illusion magic.”

It was times like this that Fahjoth dearly wished he could read and write. At least then he would have been able to make notes. 

“Finally... there is the matter of witnesses. We’ve had no official witnesses come forward, but one outlander reported being threatened by a Dunmer woman with a dagger in the Hlaalu Compound, around the time of the other murders. He couldn’t give us a very clear description as he teleported himself away to safety, but he told us she was wearing a skirt and netch leather armour.”

Fahjoth nodded, frowning as he tried to absorb all of this information, all the while his heartbeat had quickened uncomfortably with apprehension. Without further ado, he stood and excused himself from the office, heading back outside and into the late night’s chilly grip. 

Hearing about the victims, as well as Huleeya’s dire warning, had strengthened Fahjoth’s resolve. Someone was lurking in the shadows of Vivec City, slaughtering innocent people seemingly purely because of their foreign origins. People just like him.

His years spent away from Morrowind had left him as good as an outlander in the eyes of the native Dunmer, and if someone considered that fact alone a trait punishable by death, then they couldn’t be allowed to continue to walk free. Someone needed to deal with them, and if the city’s Ordinators couldn’t — or wouldn’t — then perhaps it would be up to him. 

Although... it would probably be a good idea to find Ribyna first, Fahjoth figured as he set off towards the city’s northernmost cantons, before he went blundering headfirst to his potential death. Again. 

The path ahead was dark and unsettling, and Fahjoth found himself throwing anxious glances over his shoulder every few minutes, flinching at the slightest unexpected sound and eyeing every shadow with mistrust lest he be ambushed by a dagger-wielding, skirt-donning Dunmer intent on ending his life. It was with relief that he made it to the first of his destinations and, incidentally, the last place he had seen Ribyna heading towards — the Arena. 

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Unfortunately for Fahjoth, Ribyna was nowhere to be seen, so he lingered around the Arena for long enough to do some investigating, inquiring with a few inhabitants and Ordinators but turning up no new leads. Eventually he was forced to resign himself to the fact that he would be a lone worker in this case — a thought that inspired a well of dread in his gut — and moved on. 

The same was to be said with the Hlaalu Compound, where Fahjoth had checked in the hope that someone would have seen something about the attempted attack, but he had no luck there either. He then moved on to the Foreign Quarter where, to his surprise, an Orc was happy to assist. 

“I recall someone — maybe one of the sewer cleaners — saying something about seeing a Dunmer woman down in the Underworks. Wouldn’t be that odd, but... in the Underworks? That’s odd. Nothing down there but rats and sewers.”

Which led Fahjoth to his next point of investigation — the Underworks. 

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The moment he stepped foot in the Underworks, the smell hit him like a brick to the face. Almost choking on the pungent stench of sewage water, Fahjoth lingered for just long enough to feel just a little more regret before he set off, trying to forget the misgivings he felt. He yanked his scarf up to cover his nose and mouth and navigated the Underworks as carefully as he could, every footstep deliberately placed to be as quiet as possible. He was well aware that the killer could be lurking around any corner, and the deeper he tread into the sewers the more he felt his legs begin to tremble.  

It was almost silent down here, the only sounds being that of the murky water sloshing against the smooth stone sewer walls and the occasional drip of moisture from the damp-ridden ceiling. Every so often he would hear a rat scuttling around in the darkness and his heart would jolt, requiring him to take a moment to stop and let his adrenaline levels fall after an unpleasant spike that set his pulse racing. 

As he progressed, however, more unpleasant thoughts began to surface in his mind. One possibility kept presenting itself to him, and as hard as he tried to reject it, he found that he couldn’t wholeheartedly dismiss it. 

“What are you doing, anyway?” 

“Just... stuff.”

He remembered that strange look on Ribyna’s face when he mentioned going to Vivec City. He could tell easily when his twin was apprehensive, and as brief as it was, it had been only too clear to see on her face back in Balmora. Was she nervous about returning to the scene of the crime?

But that was ridiculous! His twin wasn’t a murderer! 

What reason would she have to kill outlanders, anyway? The more Fahjoth thought about it, the more illogical it seemed. Least of all because he had never even seen Ribyna wear a skirt for as long as he could remember. So why couldn’t he simply disregard it? The fact that he even had doubts in the first place said enough, and he was even more nervous as he crept through the tunnels, dreading the possibility of seeing his twin around the next bend. 

So wrapped up was he in his own thoughts that as Fahjoth rounded a corner and exited a smaller tunnel into a larger section of the sewers, he didn’t even notice the figure standing at the end of the tunnel until he was looking straight at them. With a choked gasp, he flung himself back around the corner from which he had just emerged and pressed himself against the wall, his heart pounding in his chest and his stomach tied up in knots. After pausing to listen for any sign of the stranger’s approach, he deemed it safe enough to peer around the wall again and get a better look at the figure ahead. 

Even in the low light, he could tell that it was a Dunmer, and they were indeed wearing a skirt with what seemed to be a leather cuirass. This particular corner of the sewer almost looked like a base, with a scruffy bedroll laying on the ground near evidence of where a makeshift fireplace had been lit in the form of a charred mound of wood scraps. A pile of dilapidated crates and debris were strewn haphazardly around the alcove, in some cases holding — or failing to hold — contents like food and bottles of alcohol. Evidently, this was someone who had stocked up for some time. 

Fortunately, she hadn’t noticed Fahjoth yet. She sat atop one of the crates, perusing some sort of book or journal and occasionally making notes. A dagger — stained an ominous rusty hue — sat by her side, and Fahjoth’s suspicions were all but confirmed. 

How was he going to do this?

He could call it a day, back out quietly the way he came and return to the Office of the Watch with what he knew of the killer’s whereabouts. But even then, would anything get done? Would the Ordinators get here in time before the killer made another move, and claimed another victim?

Perhaps if he could sneak up behind her, he could get the advantage. He knew better than anyone that he was no master of stealth, but she looked fairly preoccupied. Perhaps if he was quiet and quick, then— 

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind did he become aware of a weight suddenly pulling vigorously on his foot. As he looked down, he silently squirmed and grimaced at the sight of a large rat digging its teeth into the chitin, shaking its head as if determined to pull his boot clean off. It made no noise other than a soft, squeaky growl, but the splashing of the water beneath its paws was unsettlingly loud and echoed due to the circular tunnel’s acoustics. If this kept up, it was only a matter of time before the killer would notice him. 

“Get off!” Fahjoth hissed, frantically shaking his foot. “Get off! Get off, you little c—!”

Unfortunately, the rat refused to budge. It was dragged along in the wake of Fahjoth’s mild kicks, which gradually grew more and more vigorous as he fought to free his foot of the rat’s vice-like grip. Leaning on the wall for balance, he raised his foot up off the ground, now aggressively kicking at the air when all prior attempts at gently shaking the rat off failed. The situation would have been comical had Fahjoth not been so painfully conscious of the murderer sitting barely 20 yards away from where he stood. 

At last, after what felt like hours, the rat let go. However, the momentum given to it by Fahjoth’s kicking motion caused it to gracefully soar away as it was flung off his foot and land with a tremendous splash in the deep sewer water in front of him. 

Instantly, Fahjoth froze. He pressed himself back against the wall, his breathing fast and laboured as he strained his ears for any sign of movement. Apart from the splashing of the rat as it swam away, apparently done with terrorising Fahjoth for the time being, all was silent. Then, as he dared to peek around the corner to evaluate the situation, a pair of red eyes stared into his own as he made direct eye contact with the Dunmer. 

Her reaction was instant. She leapt up from her seat, dagger in hand, and stormed the length of the tunnel towards him, already screaming abuse and profanities in his direction. Kicking hard off the ground, Fahjoth threw himself into motion, and with the Dunmer hurtling closer his options for where to go were limited. A brown and grey blur in his peripheral as he passed indicated that the Dunmer was giving chase, but with the advantage of having longer legs, Fahjoth half-sprinted and half-leapt over a nearby bridge spanning the sewer water before pelting down to the tunnel’s end. Whirling around once he came to a stop, the Dunmer was mere seconds behind him, so Fahjoth drew his sword and stood fast. 

Wielding a dagger which seemed to emanate a sickly red glow, his opponent lunged, landing a glancing blow against Fahjoth’s armour as he leapt back. But she was much faster than he had anticipated. He stumbled back and threw himself from side to side to avoid the Dunmer’s aggressive strategy of repeated jabs and slashes, breaking into a sweat and feeling his flanks ache with every shallow pant. One thrust of the dagger slid between the gap in the chitin protecting his arm, slicing through the sleeve and nicking the skin beneath. 

With a gasp, Fahjoth flung himself backwards. There was a dull thud as his heel collided with something on the ground and his balance was completely thrown off. 

His stomach lurched as he began a sharp descent, hitting the ground with a painful bump. The scraping and groans of the crates he fell against rang in his ears as the Dunmer was suddenly filling his vision, dagger poised ready to plunge into his throat. 

With his sword arm raised in a vague attempt to defend himself, Fahjoth reached to the side, grasping at nothingness in a frantic search for something, anything, that could— 

The cold sliminess of damp wood brushed against his fingertips. He fastened his grip, braced himself and flung the broken chunk at his assailant with as much force as he could muster. 

The jagged lump of wood, a deadly weapon in its own right in the right circumstances, struck the Dunmer square in the face. She staggered back with a howl of pain, clutching her eye while blood seeped from a fresh injury above her brow. With adrenaline coursing through him, Fahjoth sprung to his feet, clutching the hilt of his sword with fingers now damp from his own blood. 

The Dunmer lifted her gaze to Fahjoth again, her uninjured eye blazing with a chilling hatred, but before she could make another move Fahjoth had sprung. He rushed forward and thrust his sword into the Dunmer’s midriff, the tip of the blade piercing the thin, aged leather of her armour with surprising ease. Then he continued pushing forward, until his sword had been buried up to its hilt into her stomach and protruded out from her navel. 

The Dunmer froze, paralysed by the deadly blow, and Fahjoth relinquished his weapon and backed off, unable to do anything else but stare as she staggered to the side and fell. A sharp clang announced her collision to the ground as the sword’s blade hit the ground first, but once her momentum stopped and she lay still, total silence fell upon them. 

Silence, apart from the sound of Fahjoth’s ragged breathing. 

As he stared down at the lifeless Dunmer on the ground before him, Fahjoth only became conscious of how badly his legs were shaking when he tried to take a step forward and his knees almost buckled beneath his weight. Only one thought circled in his mind, over and over, as he silently watched the blood starting to ooze out from beneath her body. 

He had done this.

Someone was dead because of him. 

The more logical part of his brain insisted that if he hadn’t, it would have been him lying there in a pool of his own blood instead. But that didn’t make him feel much better about the fact that he had just taken someone’s life. 

There was a part of him that didn’t even want to approach the body to retrieve his shortsword, but at the end of the day, he had paid good money for that. And it wasn’t as if he had a backup. So with a trembling hand he grasped the hilt, slowly prising the sword out of the Dunmer’s body and wincing at the sickening sound of the blade gliding against flesh, squelching and wet. He cleaned the metal as best he could using linen from the makeshift bed, then sheathed his weapon and reluctantly searched the camp for evidence to present to Elam Andas. 

He didn’t find much of any substance. The journal the Dunmer had been reading was, of course, impossible for him to read. Quite apart from not finding any sense in the words, it was damp and smudged terribly to the point where it was barely legible. Still, perhaps the Office of the Watch would have better luck; he took it, along with an old rusty key and the Dunmer’s dagger, which left him feeling oddly nauseous and drained after his fingertips came into direct contact with it.

The damp stickiness of blood on his arm and staining his sleeve was impossible to ignore, as was the injury beneath it, so Fahjoth took a moment to attempt to heal it on his own. With the spell he had acquired from the Mages Guild in mind, Fahjoth closed his eyes and furrowed his brows in concentration; he racked every corner of his brain, searching for any spark that could ignite the spell that he could feel hesitating at his fingertips. But in his already worn-out state, the attempts only ended up draining yet more of his energy and left him with a considerable headache. In the end he conceded and admitted defeat, recognising a lost cause when he saw one. 

Then Fahjoth embarked on the long walk back to the Hall of Justice, craving fresh air and a warm bed above all else. It hadn’t quite sunk in yet that he had successfully taken on a serial killer and lived to tell the tale, but there was an odd light-heartedness in his chest as he traipsed back along the paths through Vivec City’s shadowy cantons, feeling somehow more confident than before.

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Fahjoth’s triumphant — albeit exhausted and bloodied — return to the Office of the Watch was met with disbelief at first, followed by amazement once he broke the news that the killer had been dealt with. Elam Andas was thrilled and accepted the dagger and journal as evidence without question, perhaps a sign of how desperate he was to believe that this Dunmer was no longer a threat. After expressing his gratitude he sent Fahjoth on his way, with a promise that Ordinators would be sent to clean up the mess and the reward of an enchanted belt to protect him on his travels, which Fahjoth accepted eagerly. Although he was pleased with the response to his daring deed, he was now more than ever looking forward to collapsing into bed after a very, very long day. 

With thoughts of only soft pillows and warm sheets on his mind as he entered the familiarity of the Foreign Quarter, it wasn’t until he came face-to-face with someone approaching the hallway to the cornerclub from the opposite way that he realised he had forgotten something — or rather, someone.

“Ribyna!” Fahjoth exclaimed, recognising his sibling even from a distance. But something was wrong. There was no wave or call of greeting from Ribyna, who walked silently over to him with a pronounced limp in her step.

“Ribyna?”

In the light of the torch that hung from the nearby wall, Fahjoth could see that Ribyna was in a dreadful state. Her armour was scuffed and damaged in places and her hair was a mess, but most worryingly was the copious amount of bloodstains that spattered and smeared her almost from head to foot.

“Ribyna!” Fahjoth gasped, rushing over to meet her and instantly beginning to fuss. “What the hell happened?! Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine,” Ribyna grunted, making a half-hearted attempt to push Fahjoth away.

“You’re covered in blood!”

“It’s fine. It’s not my blood.” Ribyna paused to wince, doubling over slightly and gritting her teeth. “Most of it...” 

Before Fahjoth could question her further, they were interrupted by the rapid approach of an Ordinator, his sword drawn and raised at Ribyna threateningly. 

“Halt!” he barked. “Murderous scum! You violated the law, outlander. Surrender and come with me immediately.”

Fahjoth's mouth fell open with horror. Murderous? Surely there had to be some kind of mistake...

However, Ribyna's silence was not encouraging. Instead of protesting her innocence, she reached into a pocket and tugged out a somewhat bloodstained roll of parchment, which she passed over to the guard without a word. To Fahjoth's astonishment, once he had finished reading it, he nodded and tucked the note away in his own armour.

“All of your papers seem to be in order,” he said, dipping his head to Ribyna. “You are free to go.”

And then he walked away, leaving Fahjoth utterly bemused as he stared at his still very quiet twin. 

“Are you gonna tell me what the hell just happened?” he questioned, and Ribyna huffed. 

"In a sec. Let's get inside first," she muttered, slipping away into the cornerclub without waiting for a response. Fahjoth, left with little choice, followed her in and then led the way to their room. The moment he opened the door, Ribyna pushed past him and dropped down onto the bed with a groan — much to Fahjoth's displeasure, as he had been hoping to do this exact thing first. 

“Well?” he prompted, lowering himself into a nearby chair and slouching back, relishing the chance to take the weight off his sore feet for a while. “What was that guard on about, calling you ‘murderous scum’?” 

It was a moment or two before Ribyna dragged herself upright again and turned her gaze to Fahjoth. 

“I joined the Morag Tong.”

Fahjoth, who had been in the process of removing his boots, froze motionless as he felt his blood run cold. “You what?!” he hissed, once he found his voice again. “You’ve— what?!”

“Yeah.” Ribyna’s tone was level as she stared back at Fahjoth, looking more tired than defensive. “Don’t start, alright? I’m knackered.”

“Don’t st—?!” Fahjoth bolted upright, keeping his voice hushed as best he could but fighting to quash the outrage that burned in his chest. “You’ve gone and joined a murder cult and you’re telling me to not start?!”

“It’s not a murder cult!” Ribyna protested. “It’s perfectly legal!”

“Just because it’s legal, doesn’t mean it’s not a—” Fahjoth stopped mid-rant, rubbing his eyes with exasperation. “Just... Ugh, what have you gone and done that for? Can’t you just do something... normal?! Like... I dunno, go join the Fighters Guild if you really wanna stab things!”

“No.” She slouched down, looking suddenly more tired than ever. “Look, maybe I’m fed up of being treated like the shit on everyone’s shoes, alright? Maybe I just... wanted a bit of respect for once.”

Fahjoth faltered, experiencing a flicker of sympathy for his twin. He knew that feeling all too well. “Beebs, you don’t need to become a murderer to be respected.”

“I was already a murderer,” Ribyna pointed out bluntly. Fahjoth felt a twist in his gut, memories from that horrendous day threatening to resurface in his mind. “At least this way I can get paid for it.” 

Fahjoth paused, struggling to find an argument and fighting to put into words exactly how he felt about Ribyna’s new career choice. Eventually, he heaved a sigh. “But... it can’t be safe. Look, you’re injured! I’m... I’m worried about you, Ribyna.” 

“Well, don’t be. Turns out I’m half-decent at killing people.” Naturally, Ribyna’s answer didn’t reassure Fahjoth in the slightest, but she ploughed on anyway with a change of subject. “Anyway, what about you? What have you been up to?” Now that she was evaluating Fahjoth properly, her eyes soon fell on the bloodstains that still blemished his clothes and armour. “Is that blood?!”

“Yeah... and this time, it is mine. Honestly, you won’t believe the day I’ve had, Beebs,” Fahjoth said, before he began to regale the whole story; meeting Huleeya, learning about the outlander killings, going to the Office of the Watch, venturing into the Underworks... 

By the time he had finished, Ribyna was staring at him with an incredulous look on her face. 

“Hang on,” she started, “you killed someone and you’re having a go at me for joining the Morag Tong? Hypocrite, much!”

“I— but— what?!” Fahjoth spluttered, affronted. “Th-that’s different! I’m not an assassin, I was stopping a serial killer—”

But he promptly shut his mouth once he noticed the wry grin curling at the corners of Ribyna’s lips. 

“I’m only messing,” she chortled, her smirk quickly becoming a proud smile. “Holy shit, that’s amazing, Fahji. Shame they didn’t pay you for it, mind.” 

“I don’t mind,” Fahjoth replied honestly, calming down again. “I’m just glad she can’t hurt anyone else.” He paused, feeling heat rising in his face as he prepared himself to confess to something. “Honestly for a little while, I was worried that the killer was gonna be you.”

Ribyna promptly cocked a brow. “You fucking donkey, why would I go around killing outlanders? I am an outlander!”

“I was just freaking out!” Fahjoth protested. “I was tired, and nervous, and you’d been acting proper shifty, and— well, I obviously wasn’t that far off, was I? Might not’ve been outlanders, but you were planning on killing people after all!”

Ribyna rolled her eyes, busying herself with removing her own armour. “Yeah yeah, alright, you’ve already said your piece. Come on, let’s get cleaned up and get some sleep. I’m absolutely wrecked.”

Though he still had plenty more to say on the matter, Fahjoth agreed, for both their sakes. He was looking forward to crashing just as much as Ribyna was, and once they had finished helping each other tend to their injuries and settled down for the night, Fahjoth was asleep almost as soon as his head had hit the pillows. 

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Where Happiness Begins - Peter Parker

Chapter Eight - Comeback

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 7,915 (And this is a condensed version!!)

Summary: Some time has passed since fighting Vulture. Just as Y/N is fully healed, she gets thrown into a battle she doesn’t know if she can handle. All she knows is that she can’t let her dad do it alone. She wants to make sure that even if she doesn’t, he’ll Comeback. But it’s a different story when Peter tags along.

Things had been calm. You knew the calm wouldn’t last forever, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. You had talked to Peter often, having him come to visit on the weekends. You and your dad had finished your nanotech for your latest suit upgrades, along with a few minor tweaks to the Iron Spider suit. Peter helped play with it when he was there and you could tell that he wanted to take it for a test run. Tony wouldn’t allow it and you thought it was kind of funny.

So, you lived a normal life. You helped take care of Stark Industries. You helped Peter with homework. You tried to track down Steve. You tried to contact Thor and Bruce. It was the same things you had been doing, and yet something didn’t feel quite right about your life recently. But you’d never tell your parents that.

You were on a run with your parents one day when your dad wanted to tell you and your mom about the dream he had just had. You noticed he took the housing unit for his nanoparticles, knowing your mom wasn’t a fan of the fact that it was a mock arc reactor. You wondered if your mom knew that you had your bracelets on with your own nanoparticles.

“He’s rambling again, Mom!” You complained as your dad chattered on.

“No, I’m not.” He countered.

“You lost me.” Your mom admitted.

You stuck your tongue out at your dad before smiling in triumph.

“Look, you know how you’re having a dream, and in the dream you gotta pee?” He started over.

“Sure, happens all the time.” You agreed, even though you couldn’t recall that specific sensation.

“Okay. And then you’re like ‘Oh my god, there’s no bathrooms. What am I gonna do? Oh, someone’s watching. Oh, I’m gonna pee.” He kept going.

“And then you wake up and in real life, you actually have to pee.” Your mom finished.

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Everybody has that.”

“Right, that’s the point I’m trying to make.”

“I don’t.” You interjected.

“You just said you did!” Tony pointed out.

“I lied.” You shrugged. “Continue.” You motioned for him to keep talking.

“Apropos of that, last night, I dreamt we had a kid. So real. We named him after your eccentric uncle. Uh, what was his name?”

“Right.” Your mom nodded slightly as you spoke.

“Morgan.” You answered.

“Morgan! Morgan.” He exclaimed excitedly.

“So you woke up and thought that we were..”

“Expecting.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” You asked quickly. “Did you forget you already have a kid? Hello? I’m right here. Y/N Stark, your pride and joy!”

“No.” Your mom shook her head. “I’m not pregnant.”

“I had a dream about it.” He continued, as if he could convince your mom otherwise. “It was so real.”

“If you wanted to have another kid, you wouldn’t have done that.” She tapped your dad mock reactor. “And you wouldn’t have let her do this.” She lifted your wrist to show your bracelet.

“I thought you were leaving those.” He said to you.

“You bring yours, I bring mine.” You slowly took your hand away from your mom’s grip. “Actually, Mom, I’m glad you brought this up.” You began and stepped around your mom to stand by your dad’s side. “These-“ You gestured between your bracelet and your dad’s chest attachment. “-are nothing. They’re housing units for nanoparticles.”

“You’re not helping his case.” She scolded gently.

“No. She’s right. It’s an attachment. It’s not-“ Tony tried.

“But you don’t need it. Neither of you need that.”

“I know, I had the surgery. I’m just trying to protect us, and any future uses. That’s it.”

“Just in case there’s a monster in the closet instead of, you know,” You shrugged.

“Shirts?”

“You know her so well.” He added. “You even finish her sentences.”

“You guys should have shirts in your closets.” She sighed.

“Yeah.” You nodded slowly, agreeing with her on some level.

“You know what there should be?” Your dad said. “No more surprises. We’re gonna have a nice dinner tonight, as a family. Show off this Harry Winston, right? Y/N can bring Peter. And we won’t have any more surprises. I should promise you that.”

“Yes.” Your mom agreed with a smile.

“I will.”

Suddenly, an orange glow created a circle and a man stepped through the new portal. He spoke as if he you knew you. But then again, everyone knew you.

“Tony Stark, I’m Dr Stephen Strange.” He began. You stepped around your mom, stopping a few steps in front of her. You weren’t really sure if you were protecting her or your dad. Maybe both. You glanced at your dad, who only looked at the man in confusion. “I need you to come with me. Oh, congratulations on the wedding, by the way.”

“So, what? You giving out tickets to something?” You added with lifted eyebrows. “What do you need my dad for?”

“Y/N.” Your mom said quietly in warning. She didn’t want either of you to get involved in whatever the guy came asking for.

“We need his help.” Strange explained. “Look, it’s not overselling by saying that the fate of the universe is at stake.”

“And who’s ‘we’?” Tony asked.

“Hey, Tony. Hey, Y/N.” Bruce said as he stepped around Strange.

“Oh my god, Bruce!” You smiled, quickly running to hug him.

“Bruce.” Your dad said in shock.

“Pepper.” Bruce greeted your mom when you stepped away.

“Hi.” She breathed.

Your dad hugged Banner tightly, not having seen him in years. Meanwhile, you spoke to your mom.

“Mom… I think- I think we have to go with him.” You said quietly.

“No. You’re not going anywhere.” She shook her head and took a tight hold of your wrist.

“I can’t let dad do this alone.” You sighed in desperation, you shook your free wrist to emphasize what you meant. You had your suit for a reason, to help your dad. Your mom knew that, and that was the only way she’d allow you to have it.

“Y/N, no.” She tried again, knowing she couldn’t convince you otherwise.

“I’m sorry…” You turned away from your mom, your wrist slipping easily from her grip. “After you, Magic Man.”

You and your dad followed Strange through his portal where he and his friend, Wong, explained everything. They explained the Infinity Stones and Thanos. Bruce explained what happened to Thor, what he had seen. Tony and Strange bickered about what to do with the time stone. You had noticed your dad’s demeanor and attention shift when Bruce mentioned New York. Thanos was behind New York, why your dad wanted to put a suit of armor around the world.

“Probably Steve Rogers.” Tony said.

“Call him.” Bruce insisted.

“It’s not that easy anymore, Bruce.” You began, shrugging slightly. “The Avengers had a falling out.”

“Cap and I fell out hard. We’re not on speaking terms.”

“And no one’s heard from him in months. He just disappeared. Trust me, I’ve tried to find him.”

“You’ve done what?” Your dad turned to you, irritated that you did that without him knowing.

“Doesn’t matter. He’s gone AWOL.”

Your dad rolls his eyes slightly before pulling out a phone that you had never seen before. He mumbled something before opening it and the only contact is Steve.

“You’ve had this the whole time?” You asked in shock. It wasn’t an angry shock, maybe partly. How could he hide this from you? “That’s what was in the box when that old mailman called you Tony Stank, wasn’t it? The package that you wouldn’t tell me what it was?”

“Tony Stank?” Strange chuckled.

Before your dad could offer a rebuttal, the action moved outside. Before you knew it, you were fully suited up and trying to fight off aliens that called themselves the Children of Thanos. Peter also found his way into the mix and you weren’t exactly thrilled about that. All of you fought them as best you could, but they proved to be quite the challenge. And you thought fighting the Vulture was hard.

“Uh, Y/N? I’m getting beamed up.” Peter said over the comms.

“What the hell?” You turned to see a ray of blue light taking Strange and Peter to the donut shaped spaceship.

“We gotta go, Dad. Like now.” You said before taking off to help Peter.

“You mom is gonna kill me.” He sighed, following after you.

“Unlock 17-A.” You said quickly on your way up.

“Gimme a little extra, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” You asked as you tried to save Peter. “You gotta let go, Pete. We’ll catch you.”

“But Mr.Stark said save the wizard!” Peter reasoned before panting. “I can’t breathe.”

“You’re running out of air.” Your dad explained. “He’s too high up.”

“Yeah… That makes sense.” Peter said lazily before falling unconscious and letting go of the spaceship. The pod for 17-A catches up to him quickly, releasing the Iron Spider suit. Peter quickly comes to and lands on the bottom half of the spaceship. Your dad sends Peter home before you two sneak onto the ship.

“Incoming call from Ms. Potts.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announces to you both.

“You answer it.” You said quickly.

“Oh my God.” She said to your dad. “Are you two alright? What’s going on?”

“Yeah, we’re fine..” He answered carefully, looking around the alien ship. “I think we’re gonna have to push our 8:30 res.”

“Why?”

“Just cause… We’ll probably not make it back for a while.”

“Tell me you two are not on that ship.”

“Yeah.” He sighed.

“God, no. Please tell me you’re not on that ship. Where’s Y/N?”

“I’m sorry, Mom.” You said sadly. You weren’t one hundred percent sure she would hear, but you wanted to know you said it. “I don’t know what to say.” You admitted.

“Come back here right now! Both of you, I swear to God.”

The call broke off as did F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s automated voice. You and your dad watched from above, trying to think of a way to get the Doctor out safely. Strange’s Cloak appears next to you as does Peter.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You grabbed him by his arm and yanked him out of view.

“You should not be here.” Tony said from your side. “I specifically sent you home.”

“I was gonna go home-” Peter tried.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” Tony shook his head.

“But it was such a long way down and I just thought of her being here on the way…” Peter looked at you with a slight blush on his cheeks.

“And now I have to hear it.” Tony sighed in exasperation.

“A-And this suit is ridiculously intuitive, by the way. So if anything, it’s your guys’ fault that I’m here.” Peter tried to explain.

“Excuse me?” You said seriously.

“What did you just say?” Your dad said with the same tone.

“I take that back.” Peter said quickly. “And now I’m in space.”

“Exactly where you don’t need to be.” You pushed your fingers through your hair.

“You’re one to talk.” Tony glared at you. “This is a one way ticket, do you both hear me? Don’t pretend that either of you thought this through. You could not have possibly thought this through.”

“I did not think this through.” Peter admitted.

“I didn’t have to.” You countered, almost defiantly. “I saw the look on your face when Bruce talked about New York.”

“And what does that mean, young lady?”

“It means that I promised Mom you wouldn’t do this alone. Wherever you go, I’m going. Wherever you die, I’m dying.”

“This isn’t your fight!” Your dad insisted.

“Wait, we’re not gonna die, are we?” Peter asked in concern.

“See him down there?” Tony said instead of arguing with you. You didn’t say anything else on the subject and simply looked back down to Strange. “He’s in trouble. What’s your plan?”

The three of you knelt down, looking between the bars to see the Doctor. You saw the alien man steering the ship. You rubbed your forehead in thought. You couldn’t fire anything at the alien. It could put a hole in the ship or even get Strange killed.

“Did you ever see this really old movie, Aliens?” Peter said suddenly as he stood upright.

After Peter explained his idea, you all got into positions. You watched, waiting for your dad’s signal. It’d be an understatement to say that you were scared. You were hundreds of miles from home, on an alien spaceship, headed to some alien planet, and trying to keep the Time Stone away from Thanos. You wondered how your life had changed so much.

“Could end your friends life in an instant.” The alien concluded when your dad landed behind him.

“I gotta tell you, he’s not really my friend.” You dad said simply.

“Saving his life is more of a professional courtesy.” You added as you appeared next to Strange.

“You’ve saved nothing.” The alien mocked, calling for large objects from on the ship to surround him. “Both of your powers are inconsequential to mine.”

“He has a point.” You leaned over to joke with your dad.

“Yeah, but your boy has seen more movies.” He answered.

You dropped to the floor as your dad shot a missile over the alien’s shoulder. It blasted a hole in the side of the ship, sucking out the alien and the doctor. You shot a wire from your forearm, aimed at Strange’s ankle, but a loose piece of metal knocked the wire off course.

“Loose Wizard!” You exclaimed without moving, knowing that if you got up you’d be gone too.

Peter shoots a web at Strange, his artificial limbs catching him from flying through the hole. He pulls Strange back inside and once they’re both safe, you and your dad shoot nanites to cover the opening. While Peter tried to talk to Strange’s Cloak, you and your dad let your suits return to their housing units and stand in front of the vast window.

“We’ve gotta turn this ship around.” Strange said pointedly.

“Now he wants to run.” You rolled your eyes.

“I want to protect the stone.” He clarified.

“And I want you to thank us. Now. We’re listening.” Your dad added, standing by your side with crossed arms.

“For nearly blasting me into space?” Strange laughed.

“Who just saved your magical ass, hmm?”

“I seriously don’t know how you fit your head into that helmet.”

“You should’ve ducked out. I tried to bench you and you refused.”

“Unlike everyone else your lives, I don’t work for either of you.” He looked between you and your dad.

“And now we’re billions of miles from Earth in a flying donut with no backup.”

“We’re backup.” Peter added form your other side, raising your hand with his.

“No, you two are stowaways.” He shook his head before gesturing between himself and Strange. “The adults are talking.”

“Wh- what is he, your ward?” Strange looked at your dad.

You took your hand from Peter’s and thunked the back of his head. He looked at you with wide eyes and you gave him a look that said for him to shut up.

“He’s Peter.” You introduced him. “He’s not anyone’s ward.”

“Dr. Strange.” He said quickly.

“We’re using made up names!” Peter added. “Then I’m Spiderman.”

“I’m going to kill him.” You said quietly, walking away from Peter and towards the controls of the ship. “It’s on autopilot. Look, it’s self-correcting.”

“Can we control it?” Strange asked. You turned, thinking he was talking to you, but he was talking to your dad. Your dad was lost in thought, staring at the emptiness in front of him. “Stark?”

Your dad didn’t answer. You moved to stand beside your dad, placing a hand on his shoulder gently.

“Stark.” Strange said with more urgency.

“Shut up.” You said in annoyance. You shook your dad slightly. “Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

He offered a small smile before placing his hand over yours. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks.” He said softly to you.

“You’re not alone.” You offered.

“I know.” He nodded. “Maybe that makes it worse.”

“Can you get us home?” Strange interrupted.

“Yeah, we heard you.” You said in annoyance, again.

“I’m not so sure we should.” Your dad replied.

“We cannot bring the Time Stone to Thanos.” Strange said like your dad was stupid. “I don’t think you quite understand what’s at stake here.”

Your dad turned on his heel and snapped. “No, it’s you who doesn’t understand that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he sent an army to New York and now he’s back! And I don’t know what to do. So I’m not so sure if it’s a better plan to fight him on our turf or his but you saw what they did, what they can do.”

“At least on his turf…” You offered support. “He’s not expecting it. So we take the fight to him. You in, Doc?”

Strange paused, looking between the three of you. “We go to him.” He agreed hesitantly. “But if it comes to saving you or your daughter or her lover over the Time Stone, I will not hesitate to let any of you die.”

“Great. Moral compass.” You nodded once before looking to Peter. Your dad tapped both shoulders, mimicking someone being knighted.

“Alright, kid. You’re an Avenger, and not my daughter’s lover.” He stared pointedly at Strange, not wanting to look at Peter. You knew that your dad knew what he was signing Peter up for.

Peter stares in disbelief before smiling widely to you. You offer a smile, but not one with any joy behind it. You knew how dangerous it was to dub Peter an Avenger, especially in that moment. It was suicide to be on that ship. You knew from the moment you stepped inside. But if you did die, you had prayed Peter would live.

You and Peter sat on the floor by yourselves. You had one knee bent, and an arm resting on top. Peter had his arms wrapped around both bent knees and was staring in concentration at the floor.

“I can’t believe you’d be so stupid.” You nagged.

“W- What do you mean?” He replied, taken back by your sudden anger.

“Why the hell are you up here?”

“I- You were- And then I- I don’t know, you were coming.” He tried to reason.

“Peter, do you remember what I told you in Germany? That I put on this suit to help him?” You pointed to your dad, who was bickering with Strange still. “I didn’t do this for fun.”

“I know. I know.” He nodded. “But I can help.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed.” You scoffed.

“I can handle myself, Y/N.” He said. His voice was defensive, with hints of sadness. “I thought it’d be different between us.”

“Why?”

“After that night on the beach, with Vulture, I thought we’d be different.” He wrung his fingers and avoided your eyes.

“Peter, why do you think I’m so pissed that you’re here?” You let your head fall so you could look at him. “I don’t want you to get hurt… Do you understand that we-” You took a deep breath to steady your racing heart and churning stomach. “We might not be going home.”

“Mr. Stark can get us home.” Peter said with certainty. “If anyone on this ship can, it’s him.”

“Peter-”

“He can do it!” He said with more determination. “We’re going to go home.”

“You said we’d be better… Together.” He added when you were silent.

“Well, I didn’t want us to die together.” You let your head fall back against the ship wall.

“Not yet..” He mumbled.

“I hate you.” You said casually. “You do know that, right?”

“Wait, what?” His eyes went wide. “What did- Cause I’m in space? I didn’t- That’s n- That’s not fair!”

You chuckled lightly, taking his hand in yours. You squeezed slightly and Peter laced his fingers through yours. You thought back to what Strange called Peter when he was asking your dad who Peter was, your daughter’s lover. You thought about what that word could mean, the weight it held. You could be a romantic lover, a sexual lover, a platonic lover. So what was Peter to you? Not sexual in any sense, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it from time to time. Thought of Peter in your room at night for more than to get a cut cleaned and stitched. Sure, you loved Peter as a friend. Who wouldn’t? And you knew you had feelings for Peter, but was it enough to call him your lover?

“Come on.” You said when your mind settled. You stood, leaving Peter and the gentle grip he had on your hand. A cold emptiness quickly took place of Peter’s warm hand, but you ignored the itch to reach for him as you approached your dad and Strange. Peter wasn’t too far behind.

Peter knew that wasn’t the time to be thinking of you. It wasn’t the time to remember you falling asleep against him on the plane back from Germany. He shouldn’t be thinking about your hands on his face when you went to his school. And he definitely shouldn’t be thinking about the rasp in your voice after fighting Vulture, and how he found that incredibly sexy. He definitely shouldn’t think about being with you, in every way he could be. Peter was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize people were talking to him.

You nudged Peter when Strange asked Peter how he got his powers.

“Y/N?” Your dad asked, pulling you away from Peter and Strange.

“We aren’t going home, are we?” You asked quietly when you were out of earshot from Peter. You figured he’d be able to hear you anyways, but maybe he wasn’t paying enough attention to find your voice. You swallowed back tears, setting a determined face for your dad. You knew your dad was already scared. You couldn’t let on just how scared you really were. “After we get to Thanos, that’s it for us. Isn’t it?”

“You’re going home.” He assured you. “I’d die before I let anything happen to you.”

“That’s the problem, Dad.” You whined. “I need you to live for me. I know that you want to protect me, but I don’t know a life without you and I don’t want to. I shouldn’t have to.”

“Y/N/N, you’re just a kid. You shouldn’t even be here.” He said softly, pulling you towards him for a tight hug. You let out a shaky breath and shook your head slightly. “Your mother is going to kill me if you get hurt. You do know that, right?”

You laughed sadly. “And she’s going to kill me if you don’t come home with me. Dad, we both go home, or neither of us go home.” You said, not leaving any room for discussion.

“That’s not what I meant.” He sighed, pulling away enough to look down at you. “If only one of us is go-”

“Uh, Mr. Stark?” Peter called, drawing both of your attention elsewhere. “What’s going on?”

“Looks like we’re here.”

“This thing isn’t slowing.” You noted out loud. “Dad!?”

“I don’t think this rig has a self-park function.” Your dad realized, quickly moving to one of the steering controls and sending Peter to the other. “Get your hand into this steering gimbal. Close those around it. Got it?”

“Yup, got it.” Peter said, following the directions and trying his best.

“This was meant from one big guy so we gotta move at the same time.” Tony instructed.

“You might wanna turn.” You said, watching the tall hill coming closer to the ship. “Turn! Turn! Turn!!”

Strange puts a shield around your group, your dad suits up, Peter dawns his mask. You quickly suit up and grab onto your dad when the side of the ship collides roughly. Your and your dad are thrown to the ground, Peter is thrown as well. You reached your hand out as Peter rolled. He grabbed your outreached hand and you pulled him back to you. The ship rattled you all, tossing your bodies enough to hit the ground again. When the colliding stopped, you all stood up carefully and looked at the new planet you were on. You didn’t see Peter around you and part of you panicked. Peter came down from above you, upside down like a real spider.

“Are you alright?” You asked your dad who simply nodded. You turned to Peter who gave you a thumbs up. “Thanks, Strange. I owe you.”

“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I eat one of you, I’m sorry.” Peter said randomly.

“Not another pop culture reference from you for the rest of the trip. You understand?” Your dad pointed at Peter.

“I’m trying to say that.. something’s coming.” Peter explained.

Right as those words left Peter’s mouth,a grenade rolled across the floor. The blast sent everyone in a different direction. Through the smoke, you saw three silhouettes enter the ruins of the ship you travelled in. One of them came in yelling and threw a blade that Strange easily deflected. The Cloak attacked the knife man while your dad fights with a different one.

“Next time, Spidey, just say that!” You shouted in moderate annoyance. You looked around and tried to find Peter, but you only heard his shouting voice.

“AH!” Peter screamed as he crawled backwards. “PLEASE DON’T PUT YOUR EGGS IN ME!”

You easily aimed and shot a wire around their ankles while Peter shot a web to pin their arms to their body. Whoever was fighting your dad comes at the two of you feet first, kicking you into each other.

“You go high, I’ll go low?” You tell Peter as you get to your feet. He nods and swings towards their head. You drop to a kneel and kick out at their knees, making them buckle. They couldn’t keep up at first until they fired their weapon and locked Peter in an electric coil.

“Shit.” You mumbled as you hurried to free your dad of the magnet he was stuck in.

“Gee, thanks for the help.” He commented sarcastically.

“Eh, should’ve said something.” You shrugged.

You and your dad stood over the one who was stuck in the Cloak. The man with the gun grabbed Peter, pointing a gun at his head. Strange stood with his magic ready, and their third friend was still stuck in Peter’s webs.

“Lower the gun.” You said firmly, raising your own blaster at him and keeping the other trained on the man on the floor.

“Everybody, stay where you are. Chill the F out.” The man announced. His mask disappeared and you noticed he seemed human. “I’m gonna ask you this one time. Where’s Gamora?”

“Yeah, I’ll do you one better.” Your dad replied, dropping his mask. “Who’s Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better. Why is Gamora?” The man on the floor exclaimed.

“I’m going to ignore that because that was ridiculous and I’m embarrassed for you.” You shook your head once, letting your mask fall away. “Let him go.”

“Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I’m gonna French Fry this little freak.” He warned.

“Let’s do it!” You and your dad exclaimed at the same time. “You shoot her guy, I blast him. Let’s go!” Your dad continued. The nanites shifted the regular blaster to a canon with an opening bigger than the man’s head.

“Do it, Quill!” That was the man’s name. “I can take it!”

“I seriously doubt it.” You commented over your shoulder.

“She’s right. You can’t.” Strange agreed.

“You don’t want to tell me where she is? That’s fine.” Quill laughed out of stress. “I’ll kill all of you and beat it out of Thanos myself. Starting with you.” He pushed the gun against Peter’s head harder.

“You do that again and I’ll shoot that hand off before you can pull the trigger.” You threatened quickly, lifting your second hand to point at Quill.

“Y/N, wait.” Strange said suddenly. “Let me ask you this. What master do you serve?”

“What kind of…” You trailed, turning to look at Strange.

“What am I supposed to say? Jesus?” Quill mocked.

“You’re from Earth?” Your dad clarified.

“I’m not from Earth. I’m from Missouri.”

“That’s on Earth, dip-shit!” You said in annoyance, lowering your blasters. “Come on, let the kid go.”

“What are you hassling us for?” Your dad asked.

“So, you’re not with Thanos?” Peter asked in a small voice.

“With Thanos?” Quill’s voice betrayed offense. “No, I’m here to kill Thanos. He took my girl. Wait- who are you?”

“We’re the Avengers, man.” Peter said as he dropped his mask. Your chest tightened at Peter being able to officially say he’s an Avenger.

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The girl in the back exclaimed happily.

“You know Thor!?” Your dad was relieved to hear that Thor had been around.

“Yeah. Tall guy, not that good looking. Needed saving.” Quill tried to be cool.

“Look, Marty McFly, where is he now?” You asked, mocking his 80’s costume.

After Quill let go of Peter, he explained Thor went  to some fabled forge to get a “Thanos killing kind of weapon”. You helped the girl, Mantis, get out of the webs and apologized for locking her ankles. As Quill wandered the planet, measuring whatever it was he was measuring and talking to your dad, you stood away from everyone. Peter soon joined you with a cheeky grin.

“Don’t give me that look.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“You almost shot a guy’s hand off for pointing a gun at me.” He said happily.

“He was going to shoot you, Peter.” You rolled your eyes in amusement. “I told May I’d look out for you, remember? That includes keeping you alive.”

“You like me.” Peter teased.

“Not right now, I don’t.”

“How long have you been in love?” Mantis asked, suddenly in front of you.

“Jeez, you’re quiet!” You exclaimed in shock. “We’re not- I don’t think we-“

“I felt it! When you shook my hand.” She explained. “You love him!”

“Y/N? Did you hear what I said?” Your dad called out.

“Huh? No, sorry.” You yelled back. “Come on.” You lead Peter to your dad, Mantis close behind.

“Not winging it isn’t really what we do.” Quill commented as you two apporached.

“So you guys actually do something?” You mocked.

“What exactly is it that they do?” Peter asked.

“Kick name. Take ass.” Mantis said confidently.

You and your dad shared a look and sighed internally.

“Okay, look, just get them over here.” You said, trying to get some control of the situation. You and your dad both knew your time to plan was running out.

“Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?” Your dad said with mock politeness.

“Mr. Lord.” Quill repeated. “Star Lord is fine.”

“Now that’s a made up name.” You joked with Peter, who chuckled under his breath. “Your hair looks cute.” You smiled as Peter blushed. You turned your focus back to the conversation.

“Don’t call us plucky.” Quill stated. “We don’t know what it means.”

“We’re doomed.” You announced plainly.

“Tell them about the dance-off to save the universe.” Drax said with pride.

“A dance-off?” You and your dad laughed.

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Peter commented.

“Exactly like Footloose!” Quill agreed quickly. “Is it still the greatest movie in history?”

“Was it ever?” You retorted as Peter said “It never was.” You both laughed as Tony spoke again.

“Don’t encourage him, alright?” He said simply.

“Yeah, sorry.” You nodded with a laugh.

“We’re getting no help from Flash Gordon here.”

“Flash Gordon?” Quill interjected. “That’s a compliment. I’m half-human, okay? So the 50% of me that’s stupid, is 100% you.”

“Does your friend often do that?” Mantis pointed to Strange who was cross legged, floating with his head twitching and the stone glowing around his neck.

Your dad went over and got Strange back to reality. He came back with a start, as if he was out of breath.

“What the hell was that?” You asked carefully, hurrying to see if he was okay.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures. To see all possible outcomes of the coming conflict.” Strange explained.

“How many?” You asked quietly. Something about the way Strange explained it didn’t sit right with you.

“How many?” Peter asked for you.

“14,000,605.”

“How many did we win?” Your dad asked.

Strange looked at you, then back to your dad, then over to Peter before looking back to Tony. “One.”

That fear hit you in the stomach. Something bad was going to happen to either you, Peter, or your dad. You knew you couldn’t live without either of them, whether or not it saved the world. You didn’t care if it was selfish. You didn’t care about the world if it didn’t have the people you cared about in it.

“We’re going to die.” You said to yourself.

“Y/N.” Peter said, tugging your hand slightly. He tilted his head for you to follow him so you two slipped away while the rest came up with a plan.

“I don’t want to die.” You said quietly.

“You’re not going to.” Peter reassured you.

“I don’t want you to die.”

“I won’t.”

“I don’t want my dad to die.”

“He won’t.”

“Did you see the way Strange looked at us?” You said a little louder. “One of the three of us isn’t going home. At least one of us won’t make it.”

“You’re gonna be fine, I promise!” Peter said suddenly.

“Maybe not this time.”

Peter hesitated. He wanted to kiss you, at least once before the fight of your lives, but your dad called you two back. You got into positions and waited for Thanos to arrive. Peter wouldn’t get that chance again.

“If only one of us-” You tried to tell your dad as Strange talked to Thanos.

“Y/N Stark, if you say what I think you’re going to say, you’re grounded forever.” He cut you off.

“I think.. you’ll find.. our will.. equal to yours.” You heard Strange, summoning his magic.

“Showtime.” You said after a deep breath. The fight of your lives.

“Ours?” Thanos asked as you and your dad lead a piece of the ship’s wreckage to come crashing down on top of him.

“Piece of cake.” Your dad commented as you and him went separate ways. “Quill.”

Thanos used the Reality Stone to turn the wreckage to bats and chase down you and your dad. The bats chase your dad into the ruins, while they chase you into the ground. You swat at them, knowing they aren’t real but find them impossible to beat. Until suddenly they’re gone.

“Magic!” You heard Peter’s voice. “More magic!” You turned, trying to find Peter. “Magic with a kick!” Peter flew through a portal Strange made for him. “Magic with a-” Peter’s voice was cut off by Thanos grabbing him by the throat and throwing him into Strange.

You charged into battle, joining your dad in assaulting Thanos with shots. Thanos absorbed the fire within one of the Stones and sent it back at you and your dad. You two didn’t have time to react and were sent through an old wreck.

“Y/N?!” Your dad shouted when he got his bearings.

“Help.” You said with a cough as a piece of the wreck and pinned you down and was weighing on your chest. You held your hand out for your dad, who grabbed it and pulled your free.

“Should’ve stayed on Earth, huh?” He said and you could tell he was using sarcasm to cover his worries.

“And miss the fun?” You joked breathlessly. “Nah. Can’t get chest pain like this back home.”

“The gauntlet.” Your dad commented as you took in the scene in front of you. They had Thanos down to one knee, an arm pinned and his hand with the gauntlet held open. Mantis dropped in, trying to put Thanos to sleep. Even though she put everything she had into it, he wouldn’t go fully under.

You and your dad hurried to help, both of you pulling on the gauntlet. You call Peter over to help and the three of you nearly have it off. Until something caught your attention.

“He took her to Vormir.” Nebula explained. “He came back with the Soul Stone… but she didn’t.”

“Shit.” You mumbled. You let go of your pull on the gauntlet and moved to stand in front of Quill, your helmet now gone and your hands slightly out in front. “Okay, Quill? Hey, you gotta cool it, like right now. You understand?”

Quill looked around you to Thanos.

“Don’t. Don’t. Don’t engage. We’ve almost got this off!” Your dad added.

“Listen to me, Quill.” You tried again.

“Tell me she’s lying.” Quill pleaded. “Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it!”

“I.. had.. to..” Thanos breathed.

“Dad!” You shouted, hurrying to trade spots with him and Quill moved to push past you to get to Thanos. You replaced your dad in pulling on the gauntlet, and your dad tried to calm Quill.

“We got it!” Peter shouted as the fingers came loose. “We got it!”

Thanos came to and quickly knocked Mantis away from him. He yanked the gauntlet from your hands, sending you and Peter to the ground.

“Oh, God.” Peter lept away to help Mantis when he realized how high she was thrown.

When Quill and his crew are knocked to the side, you charge back into battle at your dad’s side. You both fire blasts at Thanos, but are swatted away like flies. Thanos knocked you both into the ground and using the stones, shattered one his planet’s moons and crushed you both under the rubble.

The air was knocked from your lungs, and your forehead slammed the ground. You were thankful for how the nanites absorbed impact better than old suits, or else you knew something would’ve broke. You coughed heavily as you and your dad tried to shove the piece of the moon off you both.

“Okay.” You groaned as you stood up. “That one hurt.”

“It’s a moon, Y/N. I think it was meant to hurt.” You could practically hear your dad rolling his eyes.

“What are we gonna do, Dad?” You asked honestly. “If we can’t get that gauntlet off, we can’t stop him.”

“And we won’t get that shot again.” Tony agreed, knowing where your head was at. “We just have to hope this is the one where we win.”

“Where the world wins..” You corrected. “But our family loses.”

You turn your attention back to the fight and you see Strange had made projections of himself to surround Thanos.

“Dad.” You said to get his attention. “Your wizard is gonna need some help.”

You and your dad quickly head back and see Strange be knocked unconscious. Your dad sends a replacement hand to keep Thanos from closing his fist as you two land in front of him.

“You throw another moon at us.” Your dad begins, the irritation obvious in his voice. “And I’m gonna lose it.”

“Stark.” Thanos greeted you both. “And the Little Stark.”

“You know us?” Your dad asked.

“I do.” He nodded. “You two aren’t the one ones cursed with knowledge.”

“Our only curse is you.” You commented, small rockets launching out of both your suits.

The rockets go off, blinding Thaons with smoke. You two go on the offensive, kicking Thanos with your super-jet function. Upon landing, you both use that same function to stabilize yourselves as you turn your fists to battering rams and knock Thanos into the ruins behind him.

The titan reached out and yanked off both of your masks. As your suits were recovering, Thanos landed a solid punch to both your faces, sending you flying several meters apart. Thanos used that time to remove the spare hand your dad had launched earlier, and utilized his Power Stone to shoot incredible blasts at both of you. You managed to get a shield up in time, and were only pushed back by the force of the energy.

You spun away and charged Thanos, who simply chuckled. You aimed a kick, and when it missed, you clamped your foot to the ground as your dad was coming in to help. You both landed a battering ram powered punch to the face, cutting the titan’s cheek.

“All of that for a drop of blood.” Thanos commented in disgust.

He knocked you both away, your dad landed farther than you did. Thanos threw punches, landing sharp blows to your face. You threw your forearms up to defend yourself, but the titan didn’t let up. He grabbed you by your helmet, and blasted you with the Power Stone. You knew your nanites had to be losing the ability to recover. It was too intense, too much damage.

You shakily got to a kneel, shooting a repulsor at Thanos. Your dad was by your side suddenly, helping you to your feet and trying to give you time for your suit to repair. You fired again, but Thanos deflected it easily and backhands you both into the rocks behind you. In one well angled blow, he knocked off what was left of both your helmets. You threw your forearms up to block the next, and Thanos took your left arm in his hand. You redirected your nanites to your right hand for a blade and you saw your dad do the same out the corner of your eye. When you swung your right hand, Thanos caught it, turned your around and snapped the blade off. He let go of your left hand to catch your dad’s blade.

Thanos snapped both weapons off and drove them into both of your exposed sides. You gasped suddenly, your breath caught in your throat. A small whimper left your mouth as Thanos back you two both into a sitting position.

“You have my respect, Starks.” He said to you both. “When I’m done, half of humanity will still be alive. I hope they remember you.”

Your head bobbed, you coughed blood. You let your head fall back and your eyes fluttered. The pain was still there, your breathing was hitched. You turned your head, looking for Peter. You couldn’t find him.

“Dad..” You managed, reaching out for his hand. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Y/N/N.” He nodded, carefully reaching to pull out the blade.

You felt the tears welling in your eyes. You could see the glow of the Stones as Thanos raised his fist. “I’m so sorry.”

“Stop!” Strange yelled suddenly. “Spare their lives… And I’ll give you the Stone.”

“Strange, no!” You managed. “I’d rather die than let him win.”

“Y/N…” Peter said softly, suddenly kneeling beside you.

“Hi, Petey.” You whispered, a sad smile on your lips. “You okay?”

Tony helped you seal your wound before dealing with his as Thanos leaves. You lost.

“Why would you do that?” Tony asked Strange. He wasn’t mad. He was heartbroken. Without looking at Strange, your dad helped you to your feet and carefully passed you to Peter for support. Peter carefully put an arm around your waist as you draped an arm over his shoulders. You tried not to lean too heavily on him.

“We’re in the Endgame now.” Strange answered simply.

“What does that mean?” You asked hoarsely. “Was all of that for nothing?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Bullshit!” You screamed, your voice breaking. “Did we just get our asses handed to us for nothing? 14 million futures and you can’t say which one this is?” You laughed in disbelief. “And what happened to not sparing our lives, huh? I guess that didn’t matter cause we’re as good as dead right now anyways, right?”

“Y/N..” You dad said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “We knew this was a long shot.” He said gently, hoping to calm you down. Your dad’s voice was calm, and his words were intended to be soothing, but the sadness in his eyes made your chest tight. He knew what was coming. “We did what we could.”

“I guess staying on Earth wouldn’t have mattered, huh?” You asked him with a small chuckle.

“I guess not.” Your dad offered a sad smile.

“Something… is… happening.” Mantis said in confusion before disappearing to ashes.

“Dad?” You said, a sick feeling creeping into your stomach as you watched the others around you turn to ash.

“Tony, there was no other way.” Strange said before fading.

“Peter? I-“ Now you were scared.

Your dad saw it before you did. You were disappearing, just like the rest of them.

“I love you, fore-.” You couldn’t finish before disappearing fully.

Tony dropped to his knees in front of what was left. Nothing but a pile of dust was left where you were once standing. He knew what you were going to say. He didn’t get to hear you say it. He didn’t get to say the rest. You didn’t get to hear it. Tony felt the crushing guilt grip his heart. He promised you a hundred times that day that you’d be going home, that you’d be safe and sound even if no one else was. But he failed. That’s what Tony felt. Like he had failed.

“And ever.” Tony whispered.

“I love you.” Peter said to himself, wishing he had the courage to tell you just a few minutes ago.

Peter felt empty. He wasn’t sad. He didn’t want to cry. Peter felt numb, nothing. He had come close to losing you more times than anyone should in the short amount of time that he knew you, and now you were really gone. Who would answer his calls when he couldn’t sleep? Who would ask him for help in Physics that they really didn’t need? Who would suit up at 3 a.m. just to hang out on top of a skyscraper? He shouldn’t have hesitated.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter said as he realized he’s fading too. Peter felt it coming. His super healing tried to save him, tried to fight back. But not even Spiderman could cheat this death. “I don’t feel so good…”

“You’re all right.” Tony said, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He already lost his daughter. He couldn’t lost Peter too. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I don’t know what’s- I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t-“ Peter fell forward into Tony’s arms. Peter didn’t fully understand what was happening, and that scared him the most. “I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go. Mr. Stark, please. Please, I don’t wanna go…. I’m sorry.” Peter’s fear-filled rant ended as he faded from Tony’s arms too.

Tony looked at his hands, your ashes on one and Peter’s on the other.

“He did it.” Nebula confirmed sadly.

Tony sat in silence, mourning the loss of his only child and the kid that meant more than anyone thought he would. In those moments, he realized he didn’t know if Pepper had survived. Had he just lost everything? Would what he had left be enough compared to what he lost? Would he ever get home to find out?

[time-is-restored]

hello! i appreciate ur response, and im glad that u found my post relevant :) i hope you don't mind if i respond with some of my personal opinions on ur arguments against c!phil, if for no other reason than so we can understand each other's pov a bit more!

[quick disclaimer, there is a brief discussion of suicide ideation, under the heading titled 'Wilbur', starting at the section numbered 'fifth,' and ending when i move on to 'sixth'. there's also lots of discussion of canon violence that has occurred on the server.]

Phil's Opinion About Tubbo v The Discs

to just get this out of the way - phil did not say what he about tubbo vs the discs unprompted. tommy came to him, already feeling guilt about this memory. he approached phil because he felt conflicted about the way he related to his attachments on the server, and wanted the advice of someone who had a very different philosophy than him on the matter.

im not gonna get into the weeds of whether phil's advice was good or not, because as we've seen over the last few days of discourse, that's a very personal matter for a lot of people, and it comes down to any matter of life experiences you've personally had! i have absolutely no beef with people who think phil's philosophy is not useful, whether that be for them, or for specifically tommy - i agree, for instance, that tommy has been forced into situations where he has to give up his things way more often than what would be fair. i will instead simply say that his advice explicitly helped tommy in that moment. he left phil's house feeling confident, self-assured, and less conflicted about things like the discs and l'manberg

moving on!

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Doomsday

alright, this is a big one. from what i understand, the main points you brought up were as follows: 'he hurt people in retaliation to being hurt, which doesn't solve anything', 'l'manberg was important to a lot of people', 'phil didn't try to see others pov/didn't consider other people's feelings over his own/technoblade' and 'they should have tried something else first'. i won't be addressing these points in order, sorry! but i promise i do adress all of them at least once :)

so, lets get started: a key point in my rebuttal is that no one died on doomsday, and the doomsday trio didn't even try to (canonically!!) kill anyone.* this automatically makes doomsday one of the least violent conflicts since the servers inceptions - which was largely the point! they attacked the physical concept of l'manberg in order to prevent ppl from rallying behind it to commit any more acts of violence. they didn't attack the people responsible.

*of course, jack did die, but it was made canon after the fact that he died from injuries the next day. also, the duel he had with techno was unrelated to the philosophy of doomsday, and also, it was instigated by jack himself. any other deaths, as far as i understand from various cc comments, are basically equivalent to non-lethal injuries, that temporarily incapacitate the player in question.

secondly, when ppl talk about doomsday, i find that they tend to conflate l'manbergs sentimental value to its citizens at its inception with its value at the time of doomsday. a lot of people certainly cared about l'manberg - iirc fundy, tubbo, niki, tommy, and wilbur have all explicitly talked about how it used to make them happy. however, at the time of doomsday, l'manberg didn't actually have many supporters. quackity, niki, fundy, and i believe also karl, had all either ditched, or were in the process of ditching, l'manberg. the only people who lived there were ranboo, and phil himself! tubbo noted that the place had been practically deserted for a long time, and that was on the day of the green festival - before the announcement of doomsday.

(also, obligatory note that... everyone had 24 hours notice. they had time to recover and move anything important to them that was on nlm's grounds before the tnt rained down. ranboo was the only one who bothered to do so, again, because he was basically the only one who actively lived there, and therefore had anything worthwhile to recover.)

the only reason the server defended l'manberg at all was bc of ranboo + tommy's insistence that l'manberg as a concept was the only thing in the way of dreams control over the server. ofc, doomsday itself then turned into a screaming match between techno and tommy, and everyone on l'manbergs side Completely ignored dream until it was too late, so, uh, A for effort? ;;

now, obviously, yes, techno and phil both hurt ppl through doomsday.

however, i have two main responses to this fact - first of all, this is a story about the cycle of violence, and pointing at any particular character and saying 'they should have simply Not Done Violence' always feels a little pointless to me. you could make that argument about literally every character, and then what have we actually achieved? i agree, in a better server, in a better life, doomsday wouldn't have happened, because everyone on the dsmp would be well adjusted, open and compassionate people. however, whats the point of holding technoblade and philza specifically to a higher standard, compared to the rest of the server? Every act of violence on the dsmp, without exception, has had consequences, and fed into the cycle. so yes, phil and techno shouldn't have upset the people that they did. but by that logic, i can just keep pointing back, going 'well tubbo shouldn't have shot phil + tried to kill techno', at which point someone else could go 'well techno shouldn't have attacked l'manberg' 'well l'manberg shouldn't have betrayed techno' etc etc etc, all the way back to the founding of the server (or at the very least, l'manberg).

everyone should have walked away, everyone should have moved on, everyone should have chosen peace over violence, at various times in the server's history. but that's not what happened, and its not what anyone did... with the exception of techno's retirment arc, and the handful of other, self-isolation arcs characters like hbomb and jack have gone through. in techno's case, those efforts fell through because l'manberg couldn't trust that he would permanently stay away - thereby ultimately falling into a self-fulfilling prophecy, where they aggravated him to the point where he didn't leave them alone - F. regardless, i don't think its fair to say techno, specifically, didn't try anything else. he did, right up until he was Literally Murdered™.

now, my second response to the doomsday argument - doomsday was not just revenge against the people that hurt them. doomsday was a strategic attack on the physical thing that inspired the population of the server to seek out + hoard power, to be political, and to ultimately prioritise items + symbolic meaning over human life and empathy. or, in other words - they blew up the weapon in nlm's hands, rather than the people who had been holding the weapon.

a lot of people who are sympathetic towards l'manberg (which i myself am not, i must admit) often talk about how l'manberg was symbolically important to its inhabitants - that it represented not only freedom, but also safety and community.

however, i personally can't think of a single example where l'manberg has protected its citizens. they lost the war, and very nearly independence itself, until tommy gave up his disks (a citizen, sacrificing his own interests for a country). then, the system of government that wilbur had built, wherein the president has absolute power, with no formalised checks and balances, allowed schlatt to exile him + tommy, as well as abuse his power over niki + tubbo. phil killed wilbur for the sake of a country that he believed (hoped) would be as good as his son said it was. tubbo exiled tommy because he felt he had to protect l'manberg - felt that the land he was standing on was worth more than the dignity (and, admittedly unbeknownst to tubbo, the safety) of his best friend.

in each of those instances, l'manberg isn't giving its citizens anything - except, occasionally, temporary power, and a false sense of security. rather, l'manbergs citizens made sacrifices for the sake of l'manberg.

but what was the point of that investment? it maintained a status quo - the same status quo that gave dream power over l'manbergs occupants in the first place. one where, by virtue of its existence, l'manberg was Important™, and worth sacrificing things for.

people's investment in keeping l'manberg alive is what lead to the infamous house arrest - philza's freedom and dignity was judged as less important than the murdering of a theoreticallly future threat to l'manbergs safety.

then technoblade's execution itself - no trial, no discussion, no negotiation. an unwavering death sentence. whatever ur opinions on c!techno are, there's a reason that's not standard protocol in criminal law.

and that's not even talking about how close ranboo came to being executed himself the day of the green festival - his life was judged less important than the 'security' of nlm (what did he even do? talked to technoblade sometimes? gave back his wrongfully seized items? Had Friends? that's punishable by death now? and lets not even get into the fact that ranboo not wanting his skin getting burned off in the rain was also a punishable offense in the eyes of the cabinet).

in all of that, there's not one instance of l'manberg doing something, anything practical to help the l'manbergians quality of life. or, for that matter to protect them literally at all from dreams machinations! expectations of pacifism don't mean much neither you, nor the guy you're fighting, agree to uphold said expectations! in fact, what actually seems to have happened, is l'manbergs citizens have continuously sacrificed everything for a country that has done literally nothing for them!!

yes, the buildings, and the sense of community, made (some) people (occasionally) happy. but you can't kill people over cool real estate. you just can't! especially when you can build anywhere, and you can hang out with friends anywhere - there was no practical justification for the continuation of l'manberg's non-legacy to be judged as more important than Multiple Peoples Lives (including its own citizens!!) this is basically why i don't find doomsday morally reprehensible, or anything even close to that. techno and philza* did not chose to murder their attackers, nor did they choose to torment them/traumatise them for no reason. they attacked the foundation through which their attackers felt emboldened enough to commit these acts of violence + corruption.

*i can't speak for dream, since his motives are pretty much between him and prime at this point (and the chosen few who called staged finale being canon, i presume)

the excessiveness of the attack, similarly, did not come down to cruelty (which i would like to compare to the butcher army's dehumanising treatment of phil and techno, which they did purely because they could, and because it made them feel powerful). they spawned those withers, and used that tnt, because it was 3 against like the whole server. they did it to win (and not die lol), not to kick anyone while they were down.

again, im not saying anyone needs to be happy about doomsday. however, i like to think doomsday as a metaphorical tourniquet. l'manberg, and the resulting struggles over who should control it (and what they should do with said control) was a consistent, bloody source of conflict all throughout seasons 1 and 2. i don't think its insignificant to mention that, for a long time, the two people on the server who had canonically died were l'manbergs presidents! they both needed control over l'manberg so badly that they were willing to both kill and die for it - which, incidentally, is not a pattern that bodes well for tubbo, if l'manberg had survived through to the next elections. by eliminating l'manberg from the equation, techno + phil effectively stopped the server from hemoaraghing blood.

of course, they couldn't stop the server going off and creating more factions,, but you can't deny there was a pretty steep drop in the amount of conflict on the server post l'manbergs demise. like, the main drive of conflict for a while was literally mind control. that was the only thing motivating ppl on the server to hurt each other even close to as bad as they did when fighting over l'manberg

now, there's more i have to say on the matter of phil's relationship with l'manberg, and how he justifies doomsday, but to get into all that, first we have to talk about...

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Wilbur

"Even if he claims it was for those people's benefits because the government hurt people— guess what? You just hurt a lot of people too. Techno also hurt people. You murdered your son.'"

hoo boy. first of all, i have to level with you. i really, genuinely hate comparing phil killing wilbur to other conflicts on the server - such as the butchers army, or doomsday - because, in my opinion, it reeks of 'if i was in a tragedy, i would simply live' vibes.

like. sure, yes, it is theoretically possible that phil could've gotten through that interaction without wilbur being hurt, and that wilbur could've then stayed safe into the future. but acting as if phil's decision was as simple as 'well, u did a No No, time to die' is incredibly reductive.

like, let's recap what happened on the 16th:

- first of all, phil is coming into almost this entire interaction completely blind - all he knows about the server is what wilbur has told him, and we now know that wilbur was lying abt a lot of things! phil had no idea there was a conflict between l'manberg and Anyone, or that wilbur had been kicked out, or really about any of the many many things that contributed to wilbur's breakdown on the 16th. he is flying by the seat of his pants, trying to scrape together context from what he is seeing right now, in this incredibly stressful and traumatic moment

- second of all, phil just watched wilbur detonate several stacks of tnt, right under the feet of his friends, family, and citizens (ppl he was responsible for), with absolutely zero remorse. in fact, he was (apparently) overjoyed that he had managed to do such a dangerous, terrifying thing. he shows absolutely no regret for having done this for the rest of this encounter

- third of all, it is canon that phil severely damaged his wings protecting wilbur from said tnt blast, to the point where he can no longer fly. while there's no 1:1 analogy to what that equals on a human body, i think 'sudden, traumatic loss of limb' is a pretty close approximation. he's basically just had an impromptu amputation, so even beyond the physical pain of that injury, he would also be severely distressed, and incapable of thinking 100% logically.

- fourthly, wilbur swears to phil that 'everyone' wants phil to kill wilbur. again, there is no reason for phil to think this isn't true - from phil's pov, he just blew up a Universally Beloved country for no reason, and apparently attempted to murder all of his friends in the process. the implication here is clear - either phil kills wilbur, or someone else will. once again i have to emphasise - phil has nothing. he just arrived on the server, knows nothing and no one. it is quite literally impossible for him to safely escort wilbur out of l'manberg and away from harm, esp if he has people chasing after him. this is the point, in my opinion, where this encounter officially becomes a lose-lose scenario.

- fifth, and i apologise in advance for the heaviness. at this point in the story, c!wilbur is actively suicidal. he has reached the peak of his self destruction with the detonation of l'manberg - destroyed his legacy, the only thing that might have survived his death - and now wants to complete it by dying. he wants phil to do it. he is screaming at phil - a severely injured, traumatised, utterly out of his depth phil - to do it. phil utterly refuses multiple times, and wilbur doesn't remotely let up. again, the implications are clear - either phil kills wilbur, or wilbur will find another way (which, from what phil knows, is likely going to be running head first towards the angry mob on the other side of that crater)

- sixth, phil did not know that wilbur was on his last canon life (this was confirmed by cc!phil)! he had no way to know that wilbur wasn't going to respawn somewhere safer, after which phil could have approached him again, in a safer + calmer environment, and hopefully made more progress with talking him down

- seventh, the fact that phil regrets killing wilbur is literally the basis for his entire character arc. he spent the entirety of the story, up to wilbur's revival, actively researching methods of revival, actively attempting revival, and trying and failing to understand what brought his son to such an awful low.

wilbur's death did not happen in a vaccuum. it was a tragedy precisely because we, from the outside, know that it could've been prevented, but the people inside the story, who only know the things that they can physically see in that moment, can't concieve of that.

a lot of people look at phil killing wilbur over l'manberg, and proceed to claim that this is a betrayal of phil's ideals (people over items), and an example of his hypocrisy. however, phil killing wilbur was in fact an example of the very thing that many people seem to think phil has never done - considering other people's feelings over an 'item' (in this case, a place) over his own.

phil tried to believe in new l'manberg! for a hardl insignificant amount of time - he was responsible for a lot of its architectural development! when you say that phil should've tried a 'different way', i immediately think of him spending those nov-dec streams with tubbo, attempting to give his advice on l'manbergs policies, and trying his best to mediate the relationship between nlm and techno. if that doesn't count as 'trying a different way' im not sure what does!

he took wilbur + the other citizens of new l'manberg at their word when they swore that l'manberg was a beautiful, wonderful, free place, worth protecting. that belief is what motivated wilbur's murder - phil believed the version of wilbur that he saw in the letters, that raved about the place and its occupants, over the version of wil he saw on the 16th, that was obsessing about, and overjoyed by, its destruction. he chose to protect 'the rest of the server' over the person he cared more about.

and it was the worst mistake of his life! he was never able to recover from it! he made the ultimate sacrifice for a country that proceeded to cannibalise itself (exiling tommy), actively try and kill his best friend (butchers army), and in which he felt afraid for his life (phil, in the aftermath of the butcher's army, explicitly stated that he felt he was going to be 'next' in nlm's line of executions)! once he realised that the way l'manberg's government concieved of + prioritised power was directly responsible for his son's spiral, he was furious! it directly motivated his participation in doomsday!

that is the 'lesson' phil was trying to get across by destroying l'manberg. he was saying, definitively, that absolutely no physical attachments, no matter how symbolic, or personally comforting, are worth the value of a human life. l'manberg was not worth tommy, tubbo, technoblade, philza, ranboo, wilbur, or heck, even schlatt's life! and through its destruction, phil hoped to prevent the server for seeing it as a place worth dying or killing for.

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Breaking Dream Out

hoo boy, we're almost out of the woods here now. ive been typing for a While™ here, huh? haha, anyway.

again, i totally understand why seeing dream get broken out, and then effectively set loose on the server, was upsetting. however:

1. as seen in niki's stream, neither niki nor phil felt that, through their actions the other day, they were helping dream break out of prison. they were both pretty explicit in saying that they didn't trust dream, and were worried that conflict would kick off once he was out. however, they both chose to follow techno because they were watching his back. they were not making a political or personal statement about whether dream should be out of prison or not. they were SOLELY there to make sure their friend got through breaking dream out of the prison in one piece. again, you can have whatever opinions you'd like about that, i just want to be clear about that distinction.

2. "and philza knew!!! he knew to an extent what happened to Tommy in exile!!!" this actually isn't true! the things that phil knows about exile, at date of writing, are as follows:

- tubbo exiled tommy in order to avoid a conflict with dream, after tommy was caught (accidentally) burning george's house.

- tommy was in exile, and several people visited him, including dream. it was a bad time for tommy, and he was negatively affected by the experience.

- dream interfered with ghostbur, who was supposed to send out invitations to a party hosted by tommy on exile.

that's it! he doesn't know anything else! again, i totally sympathise with all the people who had a negative reaction to phil burning that apple - im pretty sure everyone had some level of knee-jerk 'oh shit' response. but the fact that his demonstration paralleled dreams abuse was 100% an accident, and not something that phil could've known was going to be anything other than mildly annoying for tommy.

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Conclusion

oh gosh, i really did not mean to type this much its been like four hours LMAO. in case anyone is worried, this is 100% /nm towards anyone who holds the views that i described/disagreed with throughout this. one of my favourite things about the dsmp is how personal its interpretation is, and how much variety there is in how different people can react to the same pieces of roleplay!

i personally adore c!phil, and understand + empathise with his actions p much the most out everyone else on the server. i understand this isn't true for everyone, and i don't think it should be! everyones individual opinions is, ultimately, what makes this fandom so interesting, if a little stressful ^^''

still, in my opinion, some of your arguments were inconsistent with the facts of c!phil's storyline, and i hope that even if you disagree with my subjective assessments of said storyline, you can maybe come away from this accidental essay understanding his motivations a little bit more! thank you for your time!

clarifying one thing about the recent tommy and phil lore:

phil's philosophy, often simplified to 'people over items,' has never been used to argue that people shouldn't have possessions, or that physical items have absolutely no value.

phil's philosophy is explicitly that when compared to human lives, items are not important. this is why he made said argument after tommy approached him explicitly feeling doubt about a memory where he couldn't choose between the discs and tubbo.

when phil says 'people over items' he is saying that conflict of any kind, over things like physical places, items, or abitrary factions, is not worth the damage that it inflicts on the people involved.

so yes, phil has possessions. he has a house built next to a friend that he cares about, and an enderchest filled with trinkets. but he has never used any of those things as justification to hurt another person, or to allow another person to be hurt.

and one final point: tommy approached phil because he wanted to change the way he thought about physical attachments. after hearing some of phil's philosophy last week, it made him reconsider some of his priorities, so he went to phil to hear more. phil's talk wasn't unsolicited, and it wasn't supposed to be emotional support. it was supposed to be advice - advice which tommy clearly appreciated, and took to heart (he's so confident and reassured walking back from phil's house!)

you're allowed to have things. as phil said himself, things are neat, and its cool to have particularly shiny or powerful items. his problem is not with the Concept Of Material Attachments, but rather using material attachments to justify the endangerment of human life.

[sevngmin]

family doctor!seungmin

a/n:  it was hard to find pictures of clinics;-; so i tried to go according to colour scheme! this fic is also dedicated to the 2 seungmin stans, annie and jupiter,, i hope yall like it^^// request

seungmin... graduated at the top of his class for family medicine

cute looks+good grades?? destined to do well fam

eventually he became a doctor in seoul national univ. hospital, one of the top hospitals in seoul

his niche wasnt really paediatrics but he enjoyed the company of children that the ceo gave him the offer in the department

seungmin declined, choosing to stay in family medicine

however patients who are fairly young are always numbered to his room so its all good

sometimes he’s on ER(emergency room) duty and 80% of female patients develop an instant crush on him

its funny cause when he measures their heart rate it spikes abnormally high and he gets flustered, “why is your heart rate so high?”

and doesnt notice the growing blush in their cheeks

anyhow, that was on rare occasions when he needs to cover duties for his colleague and close friend, jeongin

seungmin always wears this white coat with pororo stickers decorated on his name tag

coat pockets filled with candy and stickers to reward the children for behaving well

really hates to administer injections as he really doesnt want to hurt the children

but for the sake of their health he had to

and shower them with loads of candies and stickers after that

sometimes he’s also a FPC(first patient clinic) doctor

fpc: a doctor assigned to a particular patient with complicated problems, to avoid confusion, these patients go to the same doctor consequently for their diagnosis and reports

and when he sees familiar faces his eyes light up 10 times more, eyes crinkling into crescents

he’s just so friendly, children dont even hate going to the doctor’s because of him

while checking their lungs seungmin would squat down to their eye-level to talk to them, to distract them

children willingly open their mouths to let him check their tonsils too

children rarely cry during his consulations, because seungmin is that good with children

and they go out happy

which makes you wonder what kind of spell seungmin casts on the kids to make them happy

you, a permanent in the ER, deal with all sorts of people everyday

frantically rushing in every minute, life and death right at its doorstep

sometimes you see seungmin in the ER for cover duty, and he was definitely a sight for sore eyes

but you never approached him, not wanting him to see you in messy hair and makeup almost all gone

you always see him cooped up in his room during lunch break, and you also didnt have the courage to ask him out for lunch, since the both of you werent close either

in reality, seungmin always cooks his own lunch and saves them in a bento to eat during lunch break

its much more economical and healthy, the only times he eats from outside are company gatherings or jeongin forcing him to come along which he would immediately agree imo

seungmin’s cooking is actually one of the best out of all of the doctors, since he lives alone and living on ramen wasnt exactly the healthiest

which lowkey explains why he’s so damn smart, both booksmart and streetsmart

strangely, he hasnt have much experiences with girls

all of his knowledge are from romcom kdramas btw

but he does know how to be a gentleman around girls,, a huge plus point

aNYWHO the gods decided to shine on you and seungmin was in ER duty for this whole month

because jeongin was down with pneumonia, and was unfit for duty

definitely not missing out naggings from seungmin saying he should stop eating churros

you knew jeongin fairly well, as your same-shift colleague in the ER with a very cute friend

and when he was down with pneumonia you didnt know whether to thank him or kill him

because, seungmin would take over jeongin, which meant he would be on the same shift as you

you got to see him, but also you didnt want him to see you

what will he think of you? will he hate you? many questions filled your mind

all of them were forgotten the moment seungmin approached you to say hi

“hi, im seungmin! im from the family doctors’ side, but im here to cover jeongin for the month. and ive seen you around, but i didnt really catch your name.”

“i-i’m y/n! im a permanent here. jeongin’s friend too.” you stuttered, which made seungmin giggle

you stared at him weirdly, which made him clear his throat, “im sorry i mustve offended you.”

“no... its fine. i understand that ER duty isnt the best and we’re on night duty too.”

seungmin looked slightly offended at your rebuttal, but still regained his composure

usually, there werent many patients at night but there was this one little boy who couldnt stop crying because of a high fever

you were flustered, as jeongin was the one who always tended to younger patients

just then, a knight in white armour(quite literally) came rushing by your side to placate the crying child

the child stopped crying as soon and seungmin tended to him, and the whole consultation was just a breeze

the poor child had suffered from chicken pox, and he had to be isolated in a different room in the hospital

both you and seungmin were sad, the child would be both lonely and in pain(?)

since the child brought down the mood for the both of you, you decided to get 2 cups of hot cocoa to cheer him and yourself up

“don’t worry. the child will get better.” you patted his arm(which was your boldest move of the day), handing him the hot cocoa

he looked at you with puppy eyes, the brightening up slightly, “i hope he will.”

“he will, with your expertise, im sure he will soon.” you comforted, unaware that seungmin’s heart was beating wildly at your comment.

seungmin was practically skipping back home when his shift ended

now night shifts wasnt as suckish anymore with you around seungmin

the both of you would always joke around with each other, you “accidentally” squirting saline solution onto seungmin and he’d be like

“hEy y/n this would be a good time to express my affection for you!!”

you’d be like nell ho bc 1. you didnt want to get soaked and 2. too close for your heart to function properly

mostly 2.

but the both of you stop your playful banter until chan came along to tell the both of you off to “stop acting like a love-struck couple”

even after his duty in the ER, seungmin would approach you for lunch break, to jeongin’s surprise

hes like, “hyung, you never ever ask me to go for lunch”

“im sick of my food anyway”

“sStop LyING i know you like y/n”

“i suddenly love jjangmyeon lets order some and share with her”

sometimes seungmin would cook you a bento too, knowing youre too busy

aww

tbh you were starting to catch on a lil but you didnt want to give yourself false hope

until one day jeongin steps in to play cupid

sOoooo jeongin tells you that seungmin needs help with some wound dressing thingy

which you nearly wanted to question him but went with it anyway

and when youre in seungmin’s room there was no patient, only seungmin attentively typing away on his desktop

and he was wearing black-rimmed round glasses with slightly curled hair

a whole boyfriend look ngl

but you shook that off, asking seungmin if he needed help with anything

seungmin tilted his head in confusion, “no..?”

just then, the lock of the door went click, signalling that it was locked

“jeongin.” the both of you sighed in unison, shaking your heads

you were unsure of what to do, so you just released your ponytail and sat on the examination bed

“rough day?” seungmin speaks up, gulping slightly

“yeah, there were so many patients today.” you sighed, “even the nurses werent enough to help.”

“stop talking and confess already!” you hear jeongin’s voice at the other side of the door, as the both of you widened your eyes

“confess... what?” seungmin laughed awkwardly

“yeah... what?” you smiled awkwardly, avoiding seungmin’s eyes

seungmin decided that he needed to man up and say something about it, so he just got up from his seat and brisk-walked towards you

and he cups your face ever so gently and says,

“can i kiss you?”

you were flustered, and nodded meekly

and yes that was you and seungmin’s first kiss and love

young love

when will i ever

anyhow!! seungmin would always pick you up from home to the hospital and vice versa

sometimes he stays over at your place,, your mom doesnt mind

because!whatta sweet man bringing my daughter home!!so that she saves on train fares

seungmin shocks you everytime you find out something new about him

just like at a company gathering, all of the doctors gathered at a karaoke and seungmin went up first with a day6 song

and his vocals?? sWOON

and next he sang stitches and had hes eyes on you all the time

but heres the thing... the both of you cant let the entire hospital find out about your relationship if you wanna live in peace

so the both of you are like business terms until you step out of the hospital lol

would make you food! Everyday!

and also eat with you during lunch

wouldnt mind ER duties bc ur there

highkey wants to send a complaint to make you work at paediatrics so yall can see each other more often

backhugs! are! a! thing!

be it seungmin hugging you or you hugging him... the both of you live for hugs

likes to link pinkies

star watching at the rooftop... peaceful

with hot chocolate in hands too

there was once you got really sick and had to stay home

seungmin was dead worried he even took days off to take care of you

doctor kim doesnt only take care of kids

his masters aint for nothing

people started to wonder why the both of you were off work at the same time lol but they just shrugged it off

except jeongin

jeongin wants the both of you to get married

and the both of you do

BONUS:

the whole hospital didnt know of your relationship until you started to send out wedding invitations

“youre getting married to dr kim?? seungmin?? from our hospital??” was prolly the most asked question after “congrats! when are yall having kids??”

you were lucky it was a secret till you marriage lol

fast forward to when you gIve birth wOOSH

isnt this bonus too much of one

seungmin didnt want to faint so he was just by your side helping you keep c a l m

you had much more strength than he thought you would so he smiled:)thru:)the:)pain:)

you were in more pain so he understood that

you gave birth to a lil bby girl aww

your husband couldnt be more happy

finally someone made use of his medical knowledge to take care of his daughter

subconciously mumbles medical terms to his daughter in attempts to make her fall asleep

“seungmin... if you continue doing this... our daughter will graduate med school at 5.”

it does work better than classical music tho ngl

your daughter indeed took after her dad.. learning how to walk at 8 months and talk at 10 months

you would sometimes bring her to work and people always tell you that shes a carbon copy of seungmin

big eyes, milky white skin... yeah

has a pic of the three of you on his desk its just so endearing

“is that your child?”

“yes its my daughter and beautiful wife!!!”

and you actually brought your daughter into seungmin’s clinic... he turned into a puddle of goo

such a fool for his daughter smh

and a fool for you too