#it's like the writers took one look at DA and decided rip out almost everything that makes the series unique and interesting.

[mellowthorn]

roughly 20 hours into veilguard and man, this game is bizarre. i love the combat and am having a blast exploring and doing side quests, but then it completely fails on all the aspects that i most care about in a dragon age game (characters, roleplaying, worldbuilding, story). the writing is so painfully surface-level that it no longer even feels like the same series.

[teachingoutsidethebinary]

The D Word (Part 1)

Summary: Tony Stark means the world to Peter Parker. So much, in fact, that Peter slips up and calls him 'dad' on more than one occasion. In other words, the two times Peter prays Tony doesn't hear him say 'dad' and the one time he wishes he did.

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Aunt May, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: fluff, angst, cliffhanger

A/N: I think my writer’s block is finally gone!! I swear I am working on the prompt requests I’ve gotten. Thank you all for your patience! I’ll post part 2 tomorrow night. Let me know if you want to be tagged!!

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The first time Peter called Tony “dad”, he managed to stop himself from mortal embarrassment.

He had been distracted by something on the TV when Tony had walked into the living room of the Avenger’s Tower.

“How’s it going?” Tony asked, patting his shoulder.

“S’good da…” he trailed off as he realized who the hand on his shoulder was connected to. He shot up from the couch and stumbled backward.

“D-d-dat is a really good show,” Peter stuttered, pointing to the TV. “Real good.” He tried to shrug it off with a smile, but it came out looking more like a grimace.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “You okay?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Peter chuckled. “Uh huh. Totally fine. Nothing weird going on here.” He knelt down and quickly gathered up his sneakers and backpack. “Bye!” he called over his shoulder as he bolted to the elevator.

Tony just shook his head and chalked it up to teenage hormones.

The next time it happened, Tony was driving Peter home after a long day of training. Well, technically Happy was driving and Tony was backseat driving. Peter had completely passed out against the plush leather seats when they arrived at his apartment complex.

“Kid, we’re here,” Tony said, tapping away at his cellphone. When Peter didn’t respond, Tony poked his side. “Spidey, c’mon. You can’t keep that gorgeous aunt of yours waiting.”

Peter groaned and tried to push Tony’s hand away. “Stop it, dad,” he mumbled. Opening his eyes, he realized what he had spoken out loud. Now wide awake, he cautiously turned to look at Tony to gauge his reaction.

By some miracle, Tony was too engrossed with his phone to hear the teen’s whispers. Peter nearly collapsed with relief until he saw Happy’s smirk in the rearview mirror. Peter’s eyes grew wide, but to his shock, Happy mimed zipping his lips. His mishap for safe for now.

Tony put his phone away and turned his full attention to Peter. “Sleeping Beauty! How nice of you to join us!” Peter shook his head and smiled. “You did good today, kid,” Tony commended, squeezing his shoulder. “You’re getting really good. You should be proud.”

Peter blushed at the praise. “Thanks,” he replied softly. He pulled on the door handle and got out of the car.

“Night Petey,” Tony called out the window as Happy drove away.

Peter waved at the disappearing car.

“Night dad,” he whispered to the empty street. He sighed and mentally scolded himself before making the trek up to his apartment.

“What’s up with you?” Ned asked him the next day. “You seem all…” He waved his hands around in random patterns as Peter stared forlornly at his lunch.

“I keep almost messing up,” he confessed to his best friend.

Ned cocked his head to the side. “Almost messing up how?” He lowered his voice and leaned across the table. “Is this about the Stark internship?” he whispered.

Peter nodded. “Kind of. A little. Not really. I mean it involves Mr. Stark, but…”

Ned sat patiently, waiting for Peter to continue.

Peter sighed and decided to tell his best friend everything. “I keep...I keep calling him ‘dad’,” he admitted. He shut his eyes and waited for Ned to laugh in his face.

“Makes sense,” Ned replied, much to Peter’s shock. He took a bite of his sandwich and swallowed. “I mean, you spend a lot of time with him, and he is pretty protective of you. Remember the Training Wheels Protocol?” Peter groaned at the memory of Tony’s little software installation on his suit.

“But he’s not my dad!” Peter exclaimed. “I mean,” he continued, lowering his voice, “what if he hears me and gets so disgusted by it and kicks me out of the Avengers? I practically just got back on!”

Ned took his bag of Cheetos and traded it for Peter’s bag of chips. “He’s not going to kick you out,” he reasoned. “You’re Spiderman! You have awesome powers! He needs you!”

The bell rang, and Ned scrambled to clean up his trash, leaving Peter alone at the table.

“But what if he doesn’t?” he asked himself.

“Peter! I need you!”

Peter stood at the back of the Quinjet, his ears ringing. He could have sworn his breathing stopped, but he didn’t collapse or pass out, so his lungs must have been working. His voice, however, was not.

“Peter!” Steve shouted again. “Get over here!”

Peter stared at the body on the stretcher in front of him.

“I-I-I,” he stuttered.

Steve yanked off his Captain America mask as Bucky navigated the jet out of the trap they had walked into.

Steve pointed to a small door in the wall of the jet. “Grab towels. Lots of them.”

Peter’s nerve endings finally seemed to start firing again, and he got what Steve requested.

“Good,” the super soldier said calmly. “I need you to apply pressure at his wound. He can’t bleed out before we get him to the Cradle.”

Peter nodded and gulped as his hands shook.

It was supposed to be a simple intel retrieval. Tony had agreed to let Peter come as long as he waited in the Quinjet. That simple retrieval turned out to be crawling with HYDRA operatives. Overwhelmed and outnumbered, Steve, Bucky, and Tony had rushed back to the jet.

But not before Tony got hit square in the chest by a plasma ray. The front of his armor never stood a chance against a weapon they hadn’t seen before.

Peter numbed himself as he stumbled next to Tony’s stretcher. The Iron Man faceplate was scattered somewhere on the floor, and Tony’s eyes darted wildly. His normally rosy cheeks were void of all color as blood pooled out of the large wound dangerously close to his heart. Peter closed his eyes and pressed the towels against Tony’s chest.

Tony groaned and Peter had to fight back tears. As soon as one towel turned crimson, he switched it out with another.

“Y-y-you’re gonna be okay,” Peter whispered in a shaky voice. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Tony’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as another spasm of pain hit.

Peter fell back. “I’m sorry!” he cried, rushing back up. “I’m sorry!”

“Peter!” Steve called from the front. “Don’t let up no matter how much it hurts.”

Peter nodded even though Steve couldn’t see him. He picked up a clean towel and resumed his duties. Tony’s bloody hands wrapped around Peter’s wrist. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water as if he was trying to say something.

“What?” Peter asked. He took his free hand and clasped it with Tony’s. “What?!”

Tony gulped and looked Peter in the eyes. “S-s-sorry,” he gasped.

His grip on Peter loosened, and his eyes fluttered shut.

Peter panted, not knowing what to do. He let the towel fall to the floor as he shook Tony to try and wake him up.

“T-T-Tony?” Tears fell down his face as he shook him harder. “TONY!”

He was practically hysterical now. He yelled as he grabbed at the rest of Tony’s armor. If he could rip it off, maybe Tony could breathe easier.

A strong pair of arms wrapped around him and carried him away from Tony’s unconscious body.

“No!” he yelled, struggling against his captor. “NO!” He thrashed about and broke free, immediately running over and grabbing Tony by the shoulders.

“Dad!” he sobbed. “Dad please wake up! You can’t leave!” He let out a scream as Tony refused to respond. “DAD!”

He begged and bargained with every god he could think of. He promised to stay out of trouble and stay in Queens. He promised he would graduate high school and make him proud. He promised his father everything if he would just…

“WAKE UP!”

Peter was so hysterical he never felt the needle prick his neck. The last thing he saw as his vision blurred were two people leaning over the stretcher.

And then it all went black.

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[kurinoot]

sept jours d’amour - jerza week day 2

prompt: dawn

summary: because she is his tomorrow, and he is her future; post alvarez empire arc soooo spoilers

rating: T (?)

also available on: DA and FFN

disclaimer: hiro mashima is the sole creator of fairy tail, k?

a/n: second day and my mind's already kinda having writers block. help me. sorry if it was late lol (i've been really sick for the past few days)

It's all over.

It's finally over.

Jellal stirs and wakes up groggily without any knowledge of whatever happened. Although he knows that he tried to push Acnologia and put his life on the line.

He wakes up and finds himself draped in a white blanket and lying on a comfortable bed. He carefully stands up so as not to bring anymore pain to his body. While the other part of his mind says that he deserves it, thanks to years of self-loathing, he thinks otherwise.

'That's why you must treasure your life.'

'My life...'

He smiles as the memory continues to scream itself in his mind. He releases a sigh before he tries to walk away.

"Ugh, what time is it already?", Jellal asks himself as he attempts to open the curtain next to his bed.

"It's only five in the morning, Jellal. Going away already?", interrupted Mirajane as she graces her presence to him. Along with her was Wendy, who was giving him a welcoming smile as she waves her hands at him, and an elderly woman whose hair was almost the same shade as Natsu's. She seemed to be grumpy and he avoids her gaze and averts it to Wendy and Mirajane instead.

"Are you okay now, Jellal-san?", the young Dragon Slayer asks with concern yet still graces him with a smile.

The man breathes a smile, "I'm fine. Thank you, Wendy."

"You sure have the guts to get yourself out of bed.", the pink-haired woman interjects all of a sudden. Mirajane, Wendy and Jellal all shifted their gazes and attention to the guild's medicinal advisor.

The woman gives him a stern glance, "I'm Porlyusica. Fairy Tail's Medicinal Advisor. And if you're wondering where you are, you're in Fairy Tail's infirmary.".

Jellal's mind wanders to why he was here in the first place. He wonders where his guild was and why did they leave him just to be picked up by Fairy Tail.

As if reading his mind like a book, Porlyusica replies, "If you're wondering where your guildmates are, we also brought them here to lessen your worries.".

The blunette smiles and thinks at the same time on how can he thank Fairy Tail enough. He sighs in defeat, "How can I thank you enough? I-I don't deserve this.".

"How about you stop loathing yourself, you fool?! You better thank your girlfriend though. It was her idea to find your guildmates.", Porlyusica says grumpily.

Jellal blushes in embarrassment, "Erza's not my girlfriend!".

Mirajane laughs at his reaction, "Uhuh, we didn't mention any naaaame!". Wendy giggles at the she-devil's antics.

The blunette covers his face with both hands in attempt to cover his face that was already red from embarrassment, to no avail. He groans as the awkwardness feeds him and constantly sits around in his stomach.

"If your wondering where your girlfriend is, she's at the dorm. Wendy can take you there.", Porlyusica states in as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"I already told you, she's not my girlfriend!", Jellal grumbles.

While walking on their way to Fairy Hills, the empty silence was completely making things more awkward. Jellal completely felt out of place for whatever reason while on the other hand, Wendy was humming a tune that didn't really caught his attention, but he had to admit that her humming made him somewhat soothed from all of the things the war has put them into.

"Here we are, Jellal-san, and speaking of Erza-san, there she is sitting on the hill.", Wendy says as she points her finger toward the redhead sitting on the hill nearby.

Seeing Erza suddenly brought him to a swirl of emotions. He gazes into the sitting redhead and notices the blank stare in her eyes. Seeing it as an opportunity for the two to talk alone, Wendy goes inside the dorm carefully so as not to let the bluenette man know her departure. Boy, being a healer at her age in this time of post-war crisis, she needed all the rest.

Jellal then notices the Dragon Slayer's departure and then decides to sit along with his childhood friend rather than returning back to Fairy Tail with a grumpy old woman and some recovering guildmates. With that kind of situation, he knows that he can't just go as if nothing happened.

His feet started moving and as he steps closer, the doubt and loathe started to feed off on his stomach. His thoughts became blank as his eyes caught the scarlet hair in a closer view.

Apparently, the redhead noticed his presence and pushing all the awkwardness away, she decides to accompany him as much as he (probably) wants to accompany her. Well, looking at him, she knows that he wants to tell something.

"Jellal! I didn't know you're awake at this hour.", Erza interjects in surprise as she stares at him. Their eyes meet each other for a couple of seconds before turning away and blushing in embarrassment.

Jellal decides to break the ice, "Can I sit next to you?".

"O-Of course."

He sits on the grass next to her in a fair, reasonable distance. As soon as he sat next to her, the awkwardness and tension between the two arose, and it has never been so silent between them.

The pregnant pause between the two sat for a minute or two before Erza decided to make her move. She scoots closer to him and gently leans her head on his shoulder, with her hair draping like a curtain in his back.

"E-Erza, what are y-you doing?", Jellal mutters out of embarrassment as his mind tries to register her actions. In return, the redhead blushes but decides to stay beside him.

The redhead closes her eyes for a bit in attempt to take a nap beside him, probably even sleep. After all, the war took a toll on her physically, mentally and emotionally. From getting severely injured up to actually meeting your mother, it was draining and she hopes to finally get the rest she deserves.

In a glance, the bluenette sees how her eyelids droop in a sleepy manner. He blankly stares at her hesitantly before he finally decided to put his arm around her shoulder and lean his head with hers. He suddenly blushes when his mind finally registers the arm he places on her. He decides to remove it but his mind suggests otherwise, much to his chagrin.

"Erza", Jellal mutters smoothly, with both their heads still in contact.

The redhead stirs awake from just hearing his voice, "Hm?".

"U-Uh, nothing.", the bluenette says in reply, who has either forgotten what to say or has given in to the awkward tension between them.

'Wow, smooth move Jellal.", he grunts in his then removes her head as if she is waking up, and faces him in a serious manner, "Y-You look like you want to say something.".

He faces her as well, "Look, thank you for all the things you have done for me. I-I just don't know how to thank you enough. I feel like I don't deserve these-".

"Jellal, we've been through this before. Stop blaming yourself.", Erza says as she looks at him with conviction. His eyes widen at the sudden declaration yet he didn't seemed surprised. It's Erza after all.

He looks away in shame as he recollects all the memories of their childhood, his possession, and everything that he has done, particularly hurting her in the process.

'I-I don't deserve this-', His mind became blank as he feels something warm - something heartfelt - something that transcends the friendly manner of comfort that she was supposed to convey. He felt love.

Erza hugs him tightly, with their heads on each others' shoulders. He freezes for a moment before he returns the hug, only much tighter, pulling the redhead closer. As a result, her hair brushes his face, giving him a whiff of its scent.

They stay like that for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other. As soon as they pulled apart, both of them flushed at the intimate contact. The awkward silence then consumes them.

"Jellal, I already told you and if I have to tell you again then so be it. I believe there is a light inside you and haven't I already told you? Being alive is a sign of strength, and I know you're stronger than this.", Erza states as a single teardrop slowly fell to her cheeks. He notices the trickling tears on her cheeks and as if an involuntary mechanism, he wipes it away with his thumb, gently brushing it against her cheek. This time, he initiates and pulls her into a tight hug, gently brushing one of his hands to comfort her.

The redhead stops for a while and blood suddenly creeps into her cheeks, feeling and appreciating the warmth and comfort along with it. When they separated, the bluenette blushes as well.

"I-I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry-", Jellal defends but was cut by the sudden warmth that was enveloping his lips. To his surprise, he finds out that Erza's lips are in contact with his. His mind went spiraling down the drain, his body freezes from shock, and his heart beat so fast that he felt as if it's gonna rip out of his chest. His hands were trembling for a couple of seconds before he succumbs to the kiss and pulls her closer. All the pent-up frustration, unsaid feelings and tension were being released deeply into the kiss, and both elicit a moan of satisfaction.

Once they pulled out, their lungs try to seek a heavy amount of air, which was getting heavy given their situation. They hug for a minute, enjoying the feeling of each other before Erza slowly shifts her position and returns to sit beside him, with her head lying again on his shoulders. Both of them look downward due to the awkwardness and the kiss earlier, with their cheeks still stained red from the embarrassment and tension.

"A-Ahh, I-I'm s-s-sorry!", Erza mutters in mortification as she leans her head further unconsciously.

Jellal looks away in embarrassment for a moment before he realizes that Erza literally became a mess because of what she did. He lets out a laugh, despite knowing the consequences of laughing at her and the kiss earlier.

Erza immediately looks at him in anger and embarrassment, "I-It's not funny-".

Before she got the chance to finish her statement, Jellal makes his move this time by kissing her in return. The redhead's cheeks reddened tenfold and the entirety of her body freezes completely from the absolute shock that was his lips on hers. He envelops her face with both hands and much to her chagrin, her body responds by wrapping her arms around his neck. He wasn't running now; he's already tired from running away and good lord, it felt so right.

When the whole lip lock session was over, they find themselves gasping for more air. Setting aside the embarrassment of kissing and being kissed, she hugs him, with her head lying on his chest this time. Jellal blushes at the contact yet he smiles at how they ended up, despite their exchange of words earlier.

They both release a sigh as they returned to their sitting position earlier. Erza blankly stares at him as Jellal stares at her as the daylight slowly bathes them with warmth. Their eyes find each other in depth and regardless of what happened to them earlier, they seem to communicate each other. Their hands find each other as their gaze looks upon the entirety of Magnolia, which was seen upon the hill. Erza decided to break the silence.

"It's already dawn.", she says as they watch the sun rise slowly to drench Magnolia with its warmth and light.

He replies, "It seems so.".

The silence continues but as Erza stares at Magnolia much longer, he finds himself looking at her, and he feels all the doubts feeding inside him wash away. Erza seems to notice him and instead of blushing for the umpteenth time, she gives him a smile this time, prompting him to smile too.

After exchanging smiles at each other unknowingly drawn to each other, their lips finally met each other this time without the awkwardness lingering within them earlier. Bursts of colors and emotions surged within the kiss and they just couldn't stop. When they drew out, they look at each other sincerely.

He breathes before he releases the weight off his chest, "I-I love you, Erza.".

Her cheeks hued a baby pink from just hearing his silky, deep voice, "I love you too, Jellal."

As they trade each others' 'I love you's, they watch together as the sun finally rises to mark a new day - a new beginning - a new start for them.

"Because a morning without you is a dwindled dawn."

- Emily Dickinson

sorry for the late (rushed) post. I hope you like it somehow and reviews are appreciated :)