#my stomach is unbelievably large. like..the actual organ.

[bonkers-behavior]

Oh boy. If you’re keeping regular organ locations, then that looks like she’s either been stabbed in the large intestine and the small intestine or the stomach and the small intestine (two in either scenario since there are two blades), neither combo good. This is a thinker, on how to live.

What stage Gwen is this, in terms of what she can do? Could she think herself and Laura away to a hospital? Drag in a past version of herself as part of the basically bi-generated (‘Doctor Who’ style of independent existence) GwenHive to serve as a transplant donor before said GwenHive runs away since they could still actually die, being immune to paradox? Can she think herself doing something she doesn’t know how to do? Drag herself into the Gutter to try and ‘draw herself better’ from her drawing desk, like how she unkilled MODOK in ‘Head Games’? Or do all of these somehow, in order, barely being successful, if she is, Laura along for the ride? You have a lot of options open to you.

An interesting thought experiment. One partial solution along the road may be for Gwen to think it so that what we saw was in a mirror, and that she was actually stabbed in the liver and kidney, which would help a little with the replacement organ possibility but still be pretty bad.

Looking forward to seeing what your follow-up is, or whether you go the route of her dying and another member of the GwenHive showing up for the funeral (because of the whole paradox-immune thing).

I…. Was not thinking about organ placement tbh, so THANK YOU smart anon for reminding me about that lol. To answer a couple questions, the Gwen in my au entered this universe after her appearance in Marvel Voices and before her appearance in Venom Wars: it’s Jeff but somehow during Christmas, so she’s a pretty fully realized Gwen. I might have to steal that mirror idea from you bc that’s really cool, feels like an actual Gwenpool plot. I could do something cool with the gutter space Head Games thing, but I wanna keep this one pretty simple, also the fact that Gwen’s control of the gutter is much worse when she’s injured (GSB) makes that tricky.

Another thing, pretty sure hospitals are off the table because Gwen is a mutant, she at least wouldn’t want to risk being turned away while bleeding out. Not to worry tho bc they’re literally in the X mansion and if my memory serves me correctly they still have a med bay and a very fuzzy doctor (thank you Marvels end credit scene, idk if that’s in universe 10005 but I’ll pretend). But the main thing I wanted to use to save Gwen is actually something featured in The Unbelievable Gwenpool issue 8:

Megatony’s plot convenient healing gun! I don’t think it could heal her immediately - too easy - because it takes roughly a minute to heal Gwen’s subway induced bruising. I do think it could at least stop the blood loss while medical attention is being acquired. I was also thinking about Laura being able to play a more active role in saving Gwen, and the fact that she would have Logan’s E type blood :]

Anywho, thank you so much anon for making me think about my plot and being invested! And reminding me that specific organs exist lol. This comic might end up being a three parter what have I gotten myself into

[trashytummiez]

hunger fic where yuu listens to idia's tummy and then she feeds him and listens to his tummy again when its full?

*GOOOOOUUUUUURRMBLE!*

Poor Idia grimaced uncomfortably when his tummy gave an incredibly loud growl. The dorm leader was so fixated on his gaming session that he forgot to eat and now his tummy was going to remind him whether he liked it or not.

"Nnnngh sooo hungry," whined the fiery haired teenager. He wrapped his arms around his stomach while it kept grumbling away noisily.

"Wow I thought that was a bear," Yuu's voice called out.

The startled Idia yelped like a frightened puppy not expecting his girlfriend to already be in his dormroom. "Wh-When did you get in?"

"Just now. You probably didn't hear me come in over the sound of your stomach," Yuu teased.

Idia whimpered and cringed at the same time when his tummy gave another uproarious grumble. Yuu sat the anxious boy down onto his couch and gently put her hand on his flat rumbling tummy. Idia covered his eyes with his oversized hoodie sleeves whimpering some more. Yuu just giggled and gave his tummy a few teasing pats.

"I ordered takeout for us...mostly you so that should solve this," Yuu said.

Idia's stomach sounded like it was snarling at her for not doing that sooner.

Curious she leaned her head down and put her ear against his stomach. Idia looked down at his girlfriend and tapped his index fingers timidly. "...C-Can't you hear my tummy clear enough with how noisy it is...?"

"You know me," Yuu said like that was all the explanation she needed.

Technically it was. Yuu's fetishes were not unknown to Idia in the least. It was one of the biggest open secrets on campus in fact. Others were far more keen to tease Yuu's fetish but Idia was way too shy to try a lot of the times.

Fortunately he still managed whether he tried to or not.

Yuu continued listening to Idia's stomach grumbling away. It bubbled sharply like liquids being sucked away from the very depths of his stomach.

To help calm Idia's stomach down Yuu slid her hand under his big blue hoodie and started rubbing his bare tummy. Idia whined nervously when he felt her lithe little hand delicately stroking his soft pale flesh. He hated to admit how much he loved her touch but was also so unused to physical contact that it still made him incredibly nervous.

Her fingers gently rode up Idia's flat smooth stomach running circles across it and occasionally kneading into his delicate flesh. He bit his blue lips with his fangs both out of nervousness and pleasure. Especially when Yuu started to run her fingers across his belly button.

It also helped to ease the roaring from Idia's tummy too. His organ was still growling but much softer the more Yuu rubbed it.

What helped even more was the fast food Yuu ordered finally arriving. She got Idia an abundance of his favorite burgers and beverages. The timid and anxious boy quickly tore through his meal more voraciously than he cared to admit. Idia was incredibly hungry after all. Too hungry to be embarrassed by his far less than civil eating.

Yuu loved every second of it. She loved watching Idia's fangs tear through each burger and the sizable lumps that would squeeze down his pale slender throat. And the way he washed it all down by grabbing one of the two liter bottles she got him by bringing it up to his blue lips and sucking that beverage down made Yuu weak in the knees. She watched his Adam's Apple bob in and out while his throat rippled from gulping his soda down so fast and in such high quantity.

Not to mention how unbelievably gassy all that soda was making him combined with so much fast food festering in his increasingly swollen tummy. The more food Idia chomped down and the more soda he guzzled the bigger and rounder his tummy became. That bump beneath Idia's large hoodie stretched out against it more and more injunction with Idia's gluttony.

By the time idia was finished stuffing himself his belly was as big as a beachball. His hoodie actually rode up a little because he was too bloated to conceal it even with how large his hoodie was.

Idia moaned and slumped back against the couch with both hands rubbing his big round tummy. Yuu could hear everything in Idia's belly slosh from his movement.

"Faaaaaah...unnnngh I'm so fuuuull..." Idia moaned while his hands groggily rubbed over the round mass gurgling from his stretched out middle.

"Wow you were really hungry weren't you," Yuu marveled at the sight of Idia's big noisy belly.

Idia gave a really rich closed mouth burp that made him squint and stained both his and Yuu's cheeks with a blush. Just for very different reasons. Idia panted after and patted his belly while he blew the gas out of his mouth. "Ungh I guess my tummy was emptier than I thought..." Idia said with a soft hiccup.

Yuu leaned him back a little more and lifted the bottom of his hoodie and shirt up like she were lifting a curtain to reveal that big beautifully round tummy of his. Idia blushed immensely when yuu started fumbling with his pants. He whimpered and looked away humming some anime theme song to himself until Yuu undid his pants. His incredibly bloated tummy spilled forth with a heavy slosh to fill up the space and brought Idia such immediate relief he moaned heavenly.

"Oooooohhhh...ohhh that's so much better..." Idia moaned.

"I know," Yuu said and gave Idia's sizable tummy a teasing pat which made it wobble and caused the boy to hiccup again.

Yuu was too infatuated not to immediately start rubbing Idia's belly when she was close enough. She rubbed that heavily glutted tummy slowly and sensually. Her fingers kneaded across that thick yet smooth and oh so soft flesh sinking into it while she worked to settle the boys incredibly full belly.

She cupped into the sides of his ball-shaped tummy and used her thumbs to gently stroke that portion of flesh between Idia's stretched out belly and his hips. He was far too bashful and timid to admit how much he adored that feeling of Yuu's hands all over his stomach but he didn't need to. Not when Yuu probably loved fondling and rubbing his belly every bit as much as Idia loved being on the receiving end. Especially the way her palm ran over his belly button. Even as shy and anxious as Idia was that never failed to make the boy groan delightfully. Which was part of why Yuu always did it.

His big round tummy burbled heavily while his strong digestive system worked to break down such a remarkably heavy meal. It caused Idia's stomach to gurgle and churn very noisily almost like one of their potion classes they had together if one counted Idia's form of remote learning. And because he was already digesting so much of what he ate Idia's stomach had a soft jiggly quality to it.

This was something Yuu always loved about Idia's belly after a heavy binge. She cupped his immensely thick lower stomach and lifted it up. Idia's blush was intense when he saw the sheer infatuation and lust in Yuu's eyes when she scooped up his belly like that. She eagerly gave his belly a light jiggle which made everything digesting inside of him slosh even more heavily. Idia winced when all that sloshing started stirring the gas in his belly up his gullet. He held a fist against his dark blue lips and barely held back a considerable burp that rumbled heavily in his cheeks. Idia blushed and gave another longer closed mouth burp right after that.

The way the gas rumbled so hard in Idia's mouth always turned Yuu on especially with the strain on his face when he struggled to hold back. But she also really wanted to hear Idia let a good burp out so she teasingly released Idia's belly and let it basically flop down onto his lap with an intense slosh and jiggle. The thick sound of Idia's tummy basically slapping against his thighs was so satisfying to Yuu's ears.

But not nearly as satisfying as the thick burble that gurgled up Idia's throat. He winced and tried to hold it back with his hand clamped around his lips but there was just too much pressure to hold back. So Idia ended up letting out a loud throaty burp that pushed out of him heavily for a few seconds.

BBRRRAAAAAAAAAHHRRUUURRRUUUUUUUHHHPP!!!!

Yet again both Idia and Yuu were blushing heavily and yet again it was for completely different reasons.

"There you go just let it out," Yuu said and gave the side of Idia's belly a few especially hearty pats to make it slosh and jiggle with each pat and hopefully coax another one out.

And it did since her patting caused another hearty burp to roll out of Idia's mouth.

The boy huffed and covered his mouth in time to suppress another air bubble that was worming its way up his throat after that burp.

"...You enjoy this way too much," Idia whined softly.

"Guilty as charged," Yuu admitted shamelessly and drove her point home by really squeezing down on Idia's belly which forced a huge burp out of Idia's mouth that was bigger and longer than any others before it.

BBWWRRAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRRRRHHHAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRLLPPP!!!!!!!!!!!

It was such a massive burp that Idia was left out of breath when it finished. He slumped back and panted so heavily his rounded tummy rose and fell with each breath he gave.

"Fffrraaahh...ooohhhh...ungh that...that felt good..." he gasped out with his tongue out a little.

"Sounded even better," Yuu said and gave Idia's tummy another teasing pat. Idia hiccuped again and huffed after. There was clearly still more gas left in there but she'd hold off on pushing the rest out after the boy had some time to catch his breath.

Then Idia's tummy gave a thick groan.

*GllluuOOOOOoorrrrble!!!*

It sounded richer than the drier and more painful sounding rumbles it was giving before Idia ate.

Yuu rested her head against Idia's big belly with a fleshy bloated pillow. The added pressure against his stomach made Idia burp again but he was far too winded by that last record breaking eruption he gave to bother holding it in. Yuu's ear rested gently against Idia's round churning tummy nuzzling her cheek into his soft delicate flesh which made Idia giggle lightly from how ticklish his tummy was.

She just listened to it churn and burble deeply while his meal continued to be worked down.

"Mmmmm you're tummy sounds so happy right now," she observed with infatuation on her mind.

Despite his overstuffed state when Idia looked down and saw Yuu nestled up against his big tummy like that he couldn't help smile and drape an arm around his girlfriend. "With how much you fed it I'm not surprised," he said with another small giggle. Then he bit his lip again tentatively. "...Do you think you could keep rubbing my tummy a little bit more while you're down there?"

He could barely finish talking when Yuu got to work immediately stroking Idia's burbling tummy even more. Idia hummed happily and closed his eyes with an absolutely adorable smile on his face. Yuu caught a glimpse and felt her heart grow warmer at the sight.

It just reinforced what she always knew. Happiness was always just a full tummy away.

[whump-me-all-night-long]

The Jewelry Box: Amber’s Beginning pt. 2

Well, here’s part two to the intro of the series. There’s probably going to be a part three, although when that will get written is anyone’s guess.

Taglist: @newbornwhumperfly @unicornscotty @itsleighlove @whump-scribbles @getyourwhumphere @skunkandgrenade @penny-for-your-whump @lektric-whump @just-a-whump-lover @thelazywitchphotographer @restrainthenmaime @angstyachesplus @lilbitwhumpy @leaderofthebeanarmy @aquard-skaii let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: intimate whumper, creepy whumper, collared, multiple whumpees, lady whump/whumpees, referenced death(s), Jess (and Sapphire) continue to have dirty mouths, let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Masterlist here

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To Jess’ eternal disappointment,  the key was not, in fact, for their collar. Instead the Jeweler - Jess’ lip curled at the name - used it to unhook the chain from the headboard. Once that was off, Jess leapt up, intending to sprint to the door and figure out the rest of their plan from there.

The Jeweler had other plans. As soon as Jess was on their feet, he swept a leg under them, sending them toppling to the ground with a grunt. 

Disoriented, Jess pulled themself onto their hands and knees, a hand holding their head. They were about to try to get back up when a foot pressed down on their back, between their shoulder blades. Their unsteady arms and legs gave out beneath them and they tumbled back down, flat on their stomach. They glared somewhere above them, snapping, “Jeez, dude, can you just not?!”

The Jeweler laughed above them, adding a bit more weight onto their back. “Before we leave this room, I want to make sure we have an understanding. There will be no funny business from you, okay? You will behave and then I won’t have to punish you. Everyone wins.”

Jess scowled into the wooden floor. Dream on, fucker, they thought, but they said, “Okay, fine. I understand.”

“Wonderful.” The Jeweler hauled them back to their feet, making sure to keep the chain wrapped tightly around his hand. When he tugged on it, Jess was forced to follow them or risk suffocation. The Jeweler gestured back to the tray he had set down on the nightstand. “Now, do you want to take it or not? It’ll help you recover quicker, last night was not nice to you, but I won’t force you. Not this time at least.”

Jess glanced back at the tray, noticing that there were a couple inconspicuous white pills and a glass of water sitting on it. Hell no, they thought, shaking their head. “No- no way, dude.” They glanced at the Jeweler, wondering if he was about to get angry and blow his lid off.

But he just smiled, opening the door. “Very well.” He lead them out into a surprisingly normal hallway, with several doors and branching hallways on either side. A few picture frames were hung on the wall.

As the Jeweler lead them, Jess let their eyes wander over the pictures, not realizing what they were seeing until one in particular caught their eye.

It was a figure dressed in bright, rich shades of reds and oranges. Their skin was warm brown and their hair, which fell in waves down their back, looked as if it was almost on fire. Orange-gold flakes decorated their skin and hair, and they looked to be posing on their toes, arms arching out above them. They were quite beautiful.

Jess shook their head and began to move on, wondering why they were thinking that, when they noticed that the Jeweler had stopped too. He was gazing at the photo, with a wistful sort of longing. “That was my Garnet,” he said. “He was such a shining soul. Shame…” He trailed off before looking up at Jess. “He was one of my first Jewels,” the man explained. “But an accident-” his lips pursed at that- “caused him to leave too soon. It was a mercy to put him down.”

Jess felt disgust and horror mingle inside them. This man had killed someone? Jess looked back at the picture, noticing what they hadn’t the first time. Nearly invisible wires pulled at Garnet’s wrists, forcing him to balance precariously on his toes. Bruises, almost perfectly concealed, dotted the man’s body. And his eyes were wide not in excitement, but fear, with tears welled up in them. 

Jess shuddered, not resisting as the Jeweler led them on further. A wave of nauseous dizziness swept through them, most likely remnants from whatever the Jeweler had slipped them. They turned down several more hallways, Jess quickly becoming hopelessly lost. There were no windows or doors that lead outside. Finally, after several tense minutes of silence, the Jeweler stopped in front of a door that looked like all the other doors in the halls. 

Using another key, he unlocked the door, revealing an illuminated set of stairs. The Jeweler cheerfully set off down them, pulling Jess along too. The door clanged shut above them, locking, and Jess swallowed, unable to help the feeling that they were being swallowed up by the earth. 

When they reached the bottom, there was another door waiting for them, this one made of solid steel. The Jeweler unlocked it using a very long pin number and a fingerprint ID. Jess watched on, amazed and terrified at the how well organized this man was. The door swung open after a short beep, and Jess frowned, peering closer to look inside. 

The Jeweler gave a quick tug on the chain, causing them to stumble forward into the room. The floor, ceiling, and walls were all the same plain white tile, and there were several racks filled with a huge variety of objects behind glass cabinets along the back wall. Jess saw everything from workout equipment to swathes of cloth to a number of items they chose not to take a closer look at. But that wasn’t the weirdest part.

No, the weirdest part were the six small cells set into the walls, three on either of the side walls, with large panes of glass acting as the fourth wall and keeping them sealed. Well, that and the humans trapped inside them.

Jess jumped back and stared, wide-eyed and unbelieving, at the five people trapped, one to a cell, with the one empty one glaring out at them.

“What- what the hell is this place?” Jess croaked, turning to the Jeweler.

Before the Jeweler could answer, though, one of the people - a young man, maybe a few years older than Jess, with vibrant blue hair and a scowl Jess could see from a mile away - banged on the glass of his cell, glaring at the Jeweler.

“You asshole!” he yelled. Jess blinked, surprised. How long had he been stuck in this place? “Carn- Carnelian’s only been gone a couple of days! And you’ve already replaced him?!”

Jess took a step back, curling in on themself. Whatever they had stumbled into must’ve been a hell of a lot bigger than they first thought.

The Jeweler just smiled, glancing at Jess. “Ah, yes, this is my new Jewel, Amber. Amber, meet everyone. Everyone, meet Amber.”

A wave of anger swept over Jess and they snapped before they could help it. “I told you, fucker, my name is not Amber, it’s fuckin’ J-” 

They was cut off by a sudden cracking noise and pain exploding in their face. It took them a moment to realize what had happened: the Jeweler had slapped them. They blinked, a burst of dizziness exploding through them. They were one of the most skilled fighters they knew, and they hadn’t even seen the blow coming.

The Jeweler watched them, an expression of interest on his face. Jess felt their lip curling, and forced themself to back off. The Jeweler smiled, as if he could tell what was playing through Jess’ mind. 

He turned, gesturing to each of the people. “This is Sapphire-” the blue boy let out what sounded too much like a growl for comfort- “Ruby-” a short, slight slip of a girl with the most vibrant red hair Jess had ever seen glanced up at them, fear in her eyes- “Amethyst-” a much taller, curvier, paler woman with pastel purple hair watched them with calculating eyes- “Emerald-” a man build like an ox with dark skin and kind green eyes watched without expressing much interest- “and my darling Diamond-” a person with the palest skin Jess had ever seen, white hair tumbling over their shoulders, smiled up at the Jeweler. With how pale and faded they looked, Jess could swear they might be a ghost. They also seemed like the only person who was actually happy to see the Jeweler. Everyone else seemed angry or fearful.

The Jeweler smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “Now that introductions are done, I’ll show you to your new home, let you get acquainted with the other Jewels, and then I’ll be back later to continue your initiation.” 

The Jeweler lead them to the empty cell, which was, of course, right next to the angry one - Sapphire. Jess had never been good with names, so it was a good thing that each of the other people were so obviously color-coded to go with the gemstone they were named after. The Jeweler unlocked the door to the cell, and shoved Jess inside, unhooking the chain and slamming the door back closed, all in a few smooth motions. 

Jess stumbled in, glancing around at their surroundings - a small bed attached to the far wall, an empty nightstand next to it, and a metal toilet across from it (Jess had seen prison cells more luxurious than this) - before turning back to face the Jeweler. They took up their fighting stance, legs planted slightly apart, arms crossed in front of them, and a look on their face that was a mix between a scowl and a smirk - a smirl, they called it - that Jules said could make anyone throw the first punch. 

“So what?” they drawled. “This some psycho dream of yours, kidnapping innocent people and dressing them up as, what are these? Gemstones?”

The Jeweler’s smile twitched, which was one of the first signs of his emotions, but when he replied, his tone was light. “Jewels, actually.” He took a step back, surveying Jess. “I’ll be back later,” he said with a wave of his hand, and before Jess knew it, he was gone.

[fluidfox123]

Follow up rambles from this amazing post about Raph's plurality you should totally read if you want to. I would also like to thank the Constellation System (@december-rains) for giving me feedback on my grammar usage that I kinda messed up on and helping me with figuring out some information I couldn't decide on! You guys should totally check lune out!

Also, once again, please don’t screenshot/repost this post without my permission. I know it’s “only headcanons” but I would rather you ask before doing so. Also you can reblog since that’s not reposting.

Updated info:

Origin: Traumagenic and Protogenic (Mixed Origin System)

Savage is also Trauma-Locked (see the last post for the rest of his roles/identities, linked above)

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Headcanons:

- Red is reckless and hard-headed. He's usually the one who does dangerous stunts for fun and gets angry the quickest. Even though he's pretty blunt as well, the guy is still pretty hard set in getting the rest of the system and turtle brothers through difficult times. An example of this is when Raph's brothers continued to eat poison despite it being, well, poison and fought with Raph over babying them or them learning to actually solve things by themselves. Red wasn't trying to say that they shouldn't ask for help in any sort of way, but he wanted nothing more than Leo, Donnie, and Mikey to learn how to do things without depending on Raph so much or just continuing to be irresponsible. It's unbelievable for Red that they won't even go out on missions a lot of the time despite them all collectively agreeing to be heroes. - Red is a foodie and has more than once ate so much food that their body suffered major stomach aches and gotten really sick. Mind scolds him each and every time. - Raph watches spy/action movies frequently ever since Red introduced them to him when he was younger. Sometimes rolling around and pretending to point a gun everywhere when on missions/patrols. All his brothers tease him for it. - Red and Raph sometimes co-front whether intentional or not. This causes them to be unsure of who is fronting or/and blur together. This often happens when Red decides to be involved with Raph's brothers without Raph leaving or because the body is in danger and he needs to quickly move them out of the way, only taking enough control to only move the body and protect it. Only on rare occasions do they co-front for long periods of time, especially since it is still fragile for them, and if it's focused on too much one will be forced back. - Red's voice is a lot rougher and a bit deeper than Raph's, despite the two being harder to discern from one another compared to everyone else in the system. - Mind practically lives in their inner world and it's rare for him to ever front unless it's to take care of the body, comfort someone who is fronting (usually by co-fronting and for example comfortingly rubbing the bodies arm), they've been forced to front (Red and Raph have been forced away/other reasons), or because they were positively triggered by something in the outside world that causes them to front (Like the strong smell of cinnamon or song Mind may love). - Mind is a very calm person, everything about them is practically soothing. They usually are the one everyone goes to for advice and comfort because it's something they radiate constantly. They're pretty peaceful but could practically kill you with their stare of disapproval when something bugs them. They're not very blunt, liking to think things through and adjust to the person they're around and talking to, making sure that they say what they know will get through to them or that Mind's presence isn't bothersome. Plus, they're practically the Mom friend but actually takes care of you like a soft-spoken mother. His ideas may not be the best but he tries his best to help everyone in the system and helps Raph with the people on the outside when he's having trouble. - Mind has a thing for bubbles. He loves the way they pop, make little soapy rainbows, and how much of a mess it makes after you've blown a whole bottle. In the outside world, Mind will practically jump to the front to blow some bubbles if offered. In the Inner World Mind's Station has bubbles floating around it constantly. - Mind might not be the best singer when it comes to anything fast or really upbeat, but slow and lullaby-like songs are his thing for sure. Mind has distinct memories of Splinter singing to the turtles when they were younger and learned it to help Raph and Savage when they're scared, upset, or unable to sleep. Mikey once asked if he and Splinter could do a lullaby duet. They said they would, but they haven't yet. Everyone wants nothing more than to hear it so they're all waiting for the day that two of the best lullaby singers put on a show. - Mind's blue eyes glow dimly,

making them a bit otherworldly than everyone else. His voice is pretty feminine, quiet, slow, and soft. He speaks the most formally out of everyone besides Donnie. - Mind likes to braid their mask tails from time to time. Red always compliments the look when he sees it. - Mind keeps track of everything within the inner world by using a very large computer. Using files and keywords in a search system to organize and find information easily. - Savage is someone who hates fronting. Practically avoids it at any cost and the only time he does front is when he's forced to, and it's always forced. He's emotional, most of the time non-verbal, and the most untrusting of everyone else out of everyone in the system. He hates the world outside just as much as he does the Inner world if not more and he wants nothing but for the outside world to never exist in the first place. - Savage is 6 years old, the youngest out of the system. - Savage is pretty silent and only speaks when he's distressed or so angry that he's on a warpath. He might be seen as the stereotype for the "evil alter" for systems, but he's not. He's far from it, in fact, and never intended to reinforce something so hurtful. He's simply a little kid who's forced to front when Raph's left alone for too long, and the pain and loneliness of being the worst feeling in the world. Even if he is the only one who can take it. But, despite his loathing for existence, he's a sweet kid. He loves strange animals, rock candy, and climbing things. He has fluffy pillows and likes the piece of brown cloth always wrapped around him, it comforts him and it's his own personal little blankly for wherever he goes. - Mind is the one who takes care of Savage, constantly giving him first aid for his climbing accidents, bathing him after he's dirty from his cuts, and playing in the sand/dirt in the Inner World. Mind is the only one Savage somewhat trusts out of the whole 2 worlds, and the only one he can even think to feel safe with. - Savage loves animal crackers. - The little Snapping turtle has neon bandaids constantly littering his skin other than bandages and bruises. He has no pupils and has gotten the nickname white eyes for that reason, it being the only nickname he'll allow people to call him other than his name. - Savage is the one out of everyone in the system that looks closest to a dinosaur. - He likes hanging from branches with his tail and digging pointless holes with his claws. - It's canon that Raph has a peanut allergy (Mascot Melee), but I feel like he's also allergic to Pineapple. - Mind pitched the idea when the body was a pre-teen to wear bracelets so everyone on the outside knew who was there, even if Red and Raph are the ones always present. Red wears a red thread bracelet similar to this:

Mind wears a blue, white, and turquoise bracelet that looks similar to this:

Raph usually doesn't wear one, but when he isn't fronting for an unusual amount of time, anyone else being the host would wear a bracelet to show Raph is co-fronting/co-conscious with them. The bracelet being a pink, yellow, and white mini rubber band bracelet Mikey made for him when he told him about Mind's idea:

And, even though Savage doesn't front, Mind made sure to include him by having a neon lime green triple rope bracelet:

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That should be it for now! That's mostly the information for their system other than their Inner World, but I haven't really made anything for that yet, so I guess I'll make a third post for that eventually! Thank you for getting to this point! It really means a lot! Asks are open if ya'll wanna send one in about any of this!

[remywrites5]

Happy Birthday, Fel!

It’s not still @casualmaraudering ‘s birthday where she is but it still is where I am so I’m counting it! Just something short a sweet (because some friends don’t bother to tell you that their birthday is coming up so you have to scramble to write a thing! Anyway - hope you like it and Happy Birthday!!!)  ****  Remus had imagined that his university years would be spent making lots of friends and finally getting himself a boyfriend. Instead, it had consisted of a lot of homework, a lot of crying, one friend, named Regulus Black, and no boyfriend to speak of. Remus had found himself crushing on Regulus just a bit, until he learned that Regulus was aroace, and therefore completely uninterested in Remus as anything other than a friend. It hadn’t taken Remus long to get over his crush, after all, it was barely a crush to begin with.

           Remus and Regulus were sitting across from each other, working on their group project for their art history class, or at least pretending to do so in between sending each other memes.

“Oi, you wanker!”

           Remus glanced up in surprise and caught Regulus cringing. Regulus’ shoulders hunched forward, as if he were trying to make himself invisible. Remus blinked a few times, caught off guard by Regulus’ reaction, and looked around for the source of the voice.

           Someone was approaching their table, bounding over like an overexcited puppy, a big grin on his face. He looked exactly like Regulus, except his hair was a bit longer, his face a bit softer, where as Regulus was all sharp angles.

           Remus was about to ask Reg if he was okay when the stranger dropped into the chair next to Reg and put his arm around him. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

           “Of course I did,” Regulus said bitterly. “Why do you think I was hiding?”

           “That’s mean.”

           Regulus sighed. “What do you want, Sirius?”

           Sirius grinned and pulled Regulus closer, nearly choking him. “Well, first I want you to introduce me to the hot pink-haired boy across from you.”

           Regulus shoved Sirius’ arm away. “Remus Lupin, this is my idiot twin brother, Sirius.”

           “Oi, don’t introduce me like that!” Sirius said, scandalized. “I never see you around campus and this is how you behave?”

           “We’re in different departments,” Regulus reminded his brother. “I don’t have much reason to visit the foreign language department. Also, I avoid you at all costs.”

           “Rude,” Sirius said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I was going to buy you a coffee, too.”

           “Only if you buy one for Remus too.” Regulus stipulated, gesturing towards Remus. Remus froze as suddenly both brothers’ attention focused on him. It really was unfair that people could be that attractive. Remus felt heat rising to his cheeks at the unwavering glances.

           “Hi,” Remus said, giving a little wave and then immediately regretting it. He felt so unbelievably stupid.

           “Hello,” Sirius practically purred, leaning forward and resting his chin in his hand.

           “It’s – uh – nice to meet you,” Remus said, glancing away. “Regulus never mentioned having a twin brother.”

           “What?” Sirius shouted, turning towards his brother accusingly. “How have you never mentioned me?”

           “Because you’re embarrassing,” Regulus responded, kicking at Sirius under the table. “Now go get our coffees.”

           “Fine,” Sirius said, gracefully standing up. He pulled his long, dark hair up into a ponytail and grinned. Remus pretended it wasn’t doing things to him. It was very nearly an insurmountable task.  “Only because I am such an awesome brother.”

           “Don’t get ahead of yourself there,” Regulus told him, typing something on the keyboard of his laptop.

           Sirius glared at him for a moment and then quickly reached over and smashed a few of the keys, ruining whatever it was that Regulus was typing.

           “You’re so childish!” Regulus said, jamming his finger on the backspace key.

           Sirius laughed and walked over to Remus’ side of the table. “So what kind of coffee do you like?”

           Remus played with one of his curls nervously. “Uh, anything mocha is fine, but you really don’t have to – “

           “Nah, I got you,” Sirius said, nudging Remus with his elbow. “Be right back!”

                                                                       ***

           Remus didn’t think much of his bizarre run-in with Regulus’ brother. After all, it was a large campus, they were unlikely to meet each other again. Remus wasn’t about to go crazy over some guy he barely knew, especially when he figured Reg would have a problem with it. Remus wasn’t about to risk his one friend on some guy who probably wasn’t interested in the first place.

           There was an LGBTQ+ dance that Remus was determined to attend on campus. His goal of finally getting a boyfriend hadn’t changed, and since he barely socialized with anyone except Reg, this felt like the perfect opportunity to meet someone. Regulus had refused to go with Remus, so Remus was stuck going on his own. It was taking all of his courage to walk through the door by himself. He clutched the ticket he’d bought in his hand like a lifeline and tried to calm his nerves.

           “Hey,” Someone whispered behind Remus, their breath on Remus’ ear, making him shiver. Remus turned his head and came face to face with none other than Sirius Black. Remus swallowed thickly and took a quick step away.

           “Hi Sirius,” Remus said, gripping his ticket even tighter. “Are you going to the dance as well?”

           “It’s worse than that,” Sirius said with a lazy grin. “I actually helped organize it.”

           “Wow,” Remus said, impressed. “That’s amazing.”

           Sirius chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “Is it? I was mostly roped into it by my friend, Marlene.”

           “I think it’s great,” Remus said, smiling encouragingly. “I’ve been meaning to become more involved in club stuff.”

           “Well, we meet every Thursday in you’re free,” Sirius said, slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers. He looked stylish in a black suit, perfectly tailored, his red tie undone around his neck and a few buttons undone on his shirt. Remus felt silly standing next to him, wearing his nicest pair of jeans and a green cardigan. He probably should have put more effort into his appearance for something like this.

           “I’ll definitely come when I can,” Remus promised, tugging on one of his curls nervously.

           “Hey, dance with me,” Sirius said, grabbing Remus by the arm and leading him into the activities hall where the dance was taking place.

           “W-wait, I didn’t give them my ticket!” Remus said in a panic as Sirius led him past the ticket booth. The person at the table merely gave Sirius a nod as they walked inside.

           “Don’t mind that,” Sirius said, sliding his hand down Remus’ arm to clasp his hand instead. “I’ll make sure they get it.”

           “Sirius!” Remus said, his face bright red. “I – I’m not much of a dancer.”

           “Don’t worry,” Sirius told him, pulling Remus in close and wrapping his arms around his waist. “It’s a slow one.”

           Remus had no choice but to put his arms around Sirius’ neck and get close to him. It was so overwhelming that Remus was scared he might die. Their eyes kept meeting and Remus couldn’t handle that much eye contact. So instead, he buried his face against Sirius’ neck and pretended he was fine. It may have been a bit intimate, but it was better than looking up at those intoxicating grey eyes. At least like this Remus felt like he could still form coherent thoughts.

           “This feels more like we’re hugging than dancing,” Sirius teased as they swayed together to the music. “Why won’t you look at me?”

           “Can’t.” Remus mumbled, squeezing Sirius tighter.

           “Why not?”

           “I’m worried.”

           “About?”

           “Doing something stupid,” Remus answered, hoping against hope that Sirius wouldn’t question him further. Sirius chuckled and pressed his nose against Remus’ hair. It felt nice, being held by Sirius in such a way. Remus wouldn’t mind staying there for a while longer. He felt his eyes slip shut of their own volition.

           “What if I do something stupid?”

           “Hmm?” Remus hummed, nuzzling his face against Sirius’ throat. “I won’t mind.”

           “Don’t hate me, okay?”

           “Why would I –“

           Sirius placed his finger under Remus’ chin and tilted his face up. Remus then lost any and all train of thought as Sirius pressed their lips together, his mind going fuzzy like it was full off cotton. It was gentle and undemanding, a simple press of lips against lips, and a moment later it was done. Sirius pulled back and let his thumb tenderly caress Remus’ cheek.

           “I’m sorry.”

           “What for?” Remus asked, his stomach dropping. He wondered if Sirius already regretted it. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle that. “D-did I do it wrong?”

           Sirius chuckled. “Of course not. I shouldn’t have sprung that on you. I just really have wanted to do that since I met you.”

           “Why?”

           Sirius shrugged. “You’re kind of adorable.”

           Remus scowled at him. “No, I’m not.”

           Sirius laughed and shook his head. “Even when you’re angry you’re cute as fuck. Your nose gets all scrunched up. I really like that.”

           “W-we don’t even really know each other that well.” Remus reasoned, taking a step back to put some distance between himself and Sirius. “We’ve only met once. This is ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous.”

           “Sometimes you just know, right?”

           Remus felt his jaw drop. “Regulus – “

           “Will get over it. Don’t use him as an excuse,” Sirius said, frowning slightly. He looked kind of upset and Remus felt bad for having brought it up. Sirius ran his fingers through his hair and then exhaled loudly. “He doesn’t hate me as much as he pretends to.”

           The song had changed to a pop song Remus vaguely recognized, but Sirius and Remus remained slow dancing. It was kind of nice, like being in their own little world. “I don’t know what to say. I’m not even sure what you’re asking me.”

           “How about a date?”

           “Okay,” Remus said, tucking his head back under Sirius’ chin. He liked being close to Sirius, it was somehow both exhilarating and extremely comforting at the same time. “When?”

           “How about now? Spend the rest of the dance with me.”

           Remus smiled against Sirius’ neck and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his jaw. “I think I can handle that.”

                                                                       ***

           It was well past midnight and Sirius was walking Remus back to his dormitory. Their hands were laced together, swinging between them as they walked. They’d spent the rest of the dance talking and dancing, occasionally kissing. Just thinking about it made Remus’ toes curl in his shoes. He’d had his first date with a boy. A boy that he had kissed. There was going to be more dates and more kissing. His stomach was twisted into knots just thinking about it.

           “Remus?” Sirius said, stopping just outside Remus’ building.

           “Yeah?”

           “I kind of don’t want to say good night to you,” Sirius confessed, giving Remus’ hand a small squeeze.

           Remus felt his face go bright red, heating up in complete embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, I’m not ready for – “

           “Oh god no!” Sirius said quickly, waving his free hand around to dispel Remus’ thoughts. “I didn’t mean that. I meant that I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

           “Oh,” Remus said, thinking it over. He found that he felt the same way. Spending time with Sirius was easy, effortless, and even though Remus felt nervous around him, he didn’t feel like that was a bad thing. “I have an idea.”

           They stopped by Remus’ dorm so that Remus could quickly fill a thermos with hot chocolate and grab one of his spare blankets. He then led Sirius up to the rooftop, where people had put some sofas. It was a popular spot for people to come up and smoke or drink as long as they didn’t get caught.

           They sat side by side on one of the sofas and Remus put the blanket around them to share. They passed the thermos back and forth as they continued to talk. The more Remus watched Sirius, the more differences he could spot between Sirius and Regulus. It had taken Remus a long time to get Regulus to open up to him and agree to be his friend. Sirius was so open and friendly in contrast, things seemed to go so smoothly with him. Regulus was dry and sarcastic, while Sirius was more genuinely funny, making Remus snort more than a few times.

           Before Remus knew it, the sun was peeking over the tops of the trees. Sirius stood up and stretched, raising his arms high over his head. He then turned and held out a hand to Remus. “One more dance?” he requested with a small smile. “While the sun comes up?”

           “We don’t have any music,” Remus informed him, but stood up all the same.

           Sirius slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He then grabbed his airpods out of the case and put one in each of their ears. Remus waited patiently as Sirius scrolled through his phone, looking for the right song. Like Real People Do by Hozier began to play in Remus’ left ear and Remus found himself falling back into Sirius’ arms. The slow and soft melody felt perfect to the quiet of the early morning.

           Eventually they stopped dancing, too wrapped up in kissing each other to remember to move their feet.

           There, in the chill of an early September morning, Remus discovered what it felt like to fall for Sirius Black.

[toosicktoocare]

like father, like son

Spoilers for 911 Lone Star below!

A fic no one asked for: TK winds up sick because he’s not sleeping well since learning about his dad’s diagnosis and because he’s pushing himself too hard to be a better son. (Also, Carlos doesn’t really vibe with fever sex.) 

The dreams don’t actually start until a few days after his talk with his dad, after a moment of pure, unfiltered vulnerability spanning from one to the other, but when they do finally start to plague his sleep, they’re terrifying, encompassing his every fear into twisted images of dirty hospitals, blood splashing against walls from violent coughs, two large, decaying organs pressing against him, suffocating him, and his father, withering away before his eyes.

After jerking awake in a cold sweat two nights in a row, TK forgoes sleep because he would much rather take fatigue any day over the spoiled visuals that seem to stain his thoughts, even when he’s awake. He, instead, takes to the internet when he should be resting, researching the side effects of chemo, what to look out for, what dialogue could cause potential triggers, and the most important, the one he’s most determined to achieve by any means necessary, how to care for a cancer patient. 

He sleeps only a little, catching one to three hours a day but subconsciously not allowing his body to slip into REM, and his growing exhaustion goes relatively unnoticed until he wakes at three am after nodding off in a chair in his room with a medical book on his lap to a scratchy throat and a slight hint of pressure pushing behind his eyes. 

He slips to his feet, quietly resting the book on the chair, and he pads softly across his room to the bathroom, flicking the lights on with a wide yawn. His reflection leaves much to be desired, a pale, drawn man with deep purple bags under his eyes staring back at him. 

“Shit,” he mutters, a low whistle, almost impressed with how terrible he’s managed to look, but then he’s turning to cough lightly into the crook of his arm until he’s wincing from the uncomfortable tingle that almost burns against his throat. He hunches over the sink, splashing cool water on his face, and then he’s reaching for the ibuprofen, but when he can hear gagging from his dad’s bedroom, he drops the pill bottle, the loud clattering and rolling fading in the distance as he races out his room. 

“Dad?” He shoves his dad’s bathroom door open to see him curled around the toilet, shoulders shaking slightly. The panic in his eyes fades to sympathetic concern, a look he’s been sporting far too much over the last few days, and he crouches beside his dad, dropping a hand to his back to feel his muscles convulsing under his palm. Wincing, he smooths his palm up and down his dad’s back, repeating the action, just as his dad would do for him, until Owen’s finally reaching up to flush the toilet with a groan. 

“Sorry I woke you,” Owen rasps out, and TK’s eyes fall just a little. 

“You didn’t,” he reassures, spitting out a quick lie when Owen frowns at him. “I was already up. Had to piss.” 

“Creepy timing,” Owen says around a weak laugh. “Didn’t realize my stomach and your bladder were in sync.” 

Rolling his eyes, TK gets to his feet, reaching a hand out toward Owen. “You’re so weird,” he mutters when Owen’s hand finds his. He pulls him to his feet, a frown threatening to pull at his lips at the ease. His dad’s been dropping weight, and for just a moment, he’s almost pulled back to too-vivid images, but he shakes his head, willing the fear away. 

“You done?”

He keeps close to his dad when he sidesteps around him to the sink to rinse his mouth out, eyes trained to the slight tremor in his dad’s steps. 

“Yeah,” Owen groans, frowning at his reflection, and TK meets his eyes through the mirror. They share a silent conversation. They’ve been doing that a lot since they talked, neither knowing how to verbally convey what their eyes are practically screaming. 

“Are you alright?” Owen finally asks, turning from TK’s pale reflection to see if it’s merely a trick of the light or if his son truly looks ill. His frown deepens, concern taking over his forehead in deep worry lines, when TK’s poor image appears to not be just a trick of the mirror. “You look exhausted.” 

“I’m fine,” TK says easily, and he doesn’t fight it when Owen reaches the back of his hand to his forehead, only watching with a gaze that’s almost struggling to be patient. 

“You don’t feel feverish,” Owen mutters, stepping back to asses his son with a long, studious gaze, taking in the dark circles colored under his eyes, his slumped posture, and his almost sunken face. “Have you been sleeping?”

TK makes to answer, to reassure his dad that he’s completely fine, but Owen continues, not letting him sneak a word in. 

“I know it can be hard to shut your mind off, especially after learning about all of this.” He gestures weakly toward himself. “But, we can tell your therapist--” 

“Dad,” TK groans, turning toward the door. “I said I’m fine.” ‘I’m not the one with cancer’ is what he wants to follow with, but the mere thought stabs at his chest like a dagger that’s on fire, so, instead, he looks over his shoulder, smiling softly. “Stop worrying about me and go get more rest, old man.” 

The smile grows wide and genuine at Owen’s mock dismay, the latter even going so far as to slap a hand to his chest. “Tyler Kennedy Strand, you take that back right this second!” 

“The number doesn’t lie,” TK laughs out, running when Owen shoots after him, and he takes the light punches to his back, stopping only when Owen turns away to cough harshly. Tension flicks across TK’s muscles, and he spins around, frowning. “You okay?”

“Yes,” Owen breathes out, catching his breath. “Stop looking at me like that. You’re going to wrinkle.” 

“You are unbelievable,” TK spits out around a huff of a laugh as he turns to leave the room, calling out his goodnight as he shuffles back into his room. It’s almost 3:30 now, and his alarm is set for 6. His muscles are aching for his bed, but his heart’s been the only one allowed to make decisions as of late. He bypasses his bed and slips his sneakers on, waiting until he hears Owen’s soft snores before he slips out of the house for a run. 

*****

“Not to be an asshole or anything, but you look like shit.” 

TK’s hand freezes mid rub at his helmet, and he drags a narrow gaze up to Judd. “Good morning to you, too.” He frowns a little, the crack in his voice betraying him, and he pulls his gaze back to his helmet, ignoring Judd when the latter takes a seat beside him. 

“TK, man, what’s going on? You’ve been looking like a zombie for a week now, and you’re starting to sound like one, too.”

“I’m fine,” TK grumbles, but the few coughs that slip past his pursed lips say otherwise, and he can see Judd tense slightly beside him through his peripherals. 

“It’s your dad, isn’t it?” Judd leans toward TK, keeping his voice low, and TK twists his gaze over until he’s meeting Judd’s surprisingly soft eyes. The look alone has his shoulders slumping, and he sighs lowly. 

“It’s just a lot to take in, and I’m trying to do better.” If he’s not dissecting each google page or medical book, he’s catering to his dad’s every need, cooking for him, supporting him as much as possible while out on the line, and being at his side through the nightly coughing fits and bouts of nausea. “I’m trying to take care of him,” he adds, voice almost a whisper, and Judd claps a hand to his shoulder. 

“You aren’t going to be any good to him if you drive yourself into the ground. You need a little break.” 

“I can’t--”

“--sorry to interrupt this little pow-wow, boys,” Owen cuts in, talking loud enough to gather the attention of his entire team. “But I’ve just received an invitation to the bar tonight, so make sure you bring your dancing shoes!” 

TK doesn’t miss the way Michelle stops to roll her eyes before she hoists herself up into the back of an ambulance, but then his dad’s talking directly to him, voice carrying over the hollers from the others. 

“You’ll come, right?” He leans forward, whispering. “Michelle said Carlos will be there--”

“--Dad!” TK hisses out sharply, and the heat that creeps to his cheeks is evident, enough so to have Judd bellowing out a laugh beside him. 

*****

TK excuses himself to the bathroom, leaving his mineral water with Carlos as he maneuvers around bar-goers until he’s shoving the bathroom door open just as his lungs burst. He buries his face into the crook of his arm, coughing harshly. He’s been getting worse as the day’s dragged on, and it’s been getting harder to keep it to himself. He started spiking a low-grade fever toward the end of his shift, and if the chill clinging to him is anything to go by, he’d say it’s definitely spiking. 

He feels like shit, point blank utter shit. His muscles are aching, but not like they do after a particularly hard shift. They’re almost throbbing, feeling oddly restless, and his head’s pounding, behind his eyes, across his forehead, all the way to drum at his temples. Worse, though, he can’t seem to shut his mind off, not even with Carlos and his unfair muscles by his side. 

He takes just a few moments to splash cold water over his burning face, sniffling lightly when he dries his face, and then he leaves, coughing weakly into his fist as he moves back around drunks and dancing until he’s bumping Carlos’ shoulder. 

“Your dad just yee-hawed half the people off the dance floor,” Carlos shouts over the music, and TK shoots a gaze to see his dad moving through some weirdly graceful mock lasso toss. 

“Marjan got the entire thing on video,” Carlos adds, nodding across the room, and TK follows his gaze with a half-hearted laugh. 

“Hey,” Carlos’ voice is softer this time, almost gentle, and TK pulls his eyes to his, frowning slightly as he tilts his head. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” He leans in close to TK’s ear, and TK shudders against his hot breath. 

“I don’t know about you, but this place is kind of blowing my vibe, and my couch is really lonely--”

A quick distraction that TK smiles at, lips curling up almost deviously, and he nods quickly, allowing Carlos to pull him toward the exit. He spares a glance over his shoulder, fear suddenly gripping at his heart, but then he sees Michelle laughing as Owen spins her around the dance floor. It’s fine, he tells himself. He’s with the EMT Captain. 

He doesn’t mean to catch Judd’s eyes, but he does, and Judd nods once, an almost silent reassurance that TK clings to as Carlos all but drags him out of the bar. 

*****

TK’s melting against Carlos’ forceful touch, his body moving in sync with Carlos’ smooth movements. Their lips are molding to each other, their tongues battling, and when Carlos pulls away, dragging his bottom lip with him in a gentle bite for just a moment, he groans, back arching when Carlos drags sharp kisses down his neck. He’s almost lost completely to Carlos, but then Carlos is mumbling against his neck. 

“God, you’re on fire.” He nips at TK’s neck, almost drinking in the heat pouring off of him, and TK huffs around a small shiver, still feeling oddly cold despite being swallowed by the heat of Carlos’ muscles.

“Weird,” he grunts, a light moan slipping past his lips when Carlos’ hand trails down his stomach. “I’m actually freezing.” It’s a small slip-up, lost briefly in a moment of pure honesty, and then Carlos is pulling away quickly, a frown plastered to his lips. 

He’s hovering just above TK, hands pressed to the couch beside TK’s head, and his eyes are working over TK’s face. “You’re cold?” 

TK doesn’t really see the big deal because it’s probably just cold in Carlos’ apartment with the AC purring quietly in the background, so he nods, and then Carlos is rolling off of him and starting out of the room. 

“Carlos, what the fuck?” He shouts, his throat burning with each word until he turns to cough into the crook of his arm harshly. When he catches his breath, he turns his gaze to see Carlos walking toward him with a digital thermometer in his hand. 

“Doctor kink?” he starts, both brows raised, “I mean, if that’s your thing, I can get behind that--”

“TK, shut the fuck up and put this under your tongue.” 

TK opens his mouth to argue, but Carlos shoves the tip of the thermometer into his mouth, and he can’t do anything but oblige, slipping it under his tongue as he keeps a steady gaze to Carlos’ almost angry one. When the thermometer beeps, he moves to grab it, but Carlos is faster by a long shot, more so against TK’s sore muscles, and he frowns at the 102.2 degree reading, dropping it to TK’s hand as he presses a palm to TK’s forehead. 

“Woah,” TK breathes out at the reading, frowning deeply. He knew he had been running a low-grade, but this is way higher than he expected. “Shit,” he curses, eyes flying from the device to Carlos. “I’m sorry,” he spits out, but then his lungs quake with a need to cough, and he turns away from Carlos, coughing harshly into the crook of his arm. 

When he can suck in a deep breath without the burning need to cough more, he spares a hesitant glance back to see pure, dripping worry coloring Carlos’ eyes. 

“In the SUV earlier,” Carlos mutters, almost more to himself, “when you were coughing and said you accidentally inhaled some smoke on a call earlier. I should have known then.” He reaches over TK’s shoulder for a blanket folded on the back of his couch and drapes it over TK’s slightly trembling shoulders, and TK watches his every move. 

“Why didn’t you say earlier? I wouldn’t have pushed you--”

“--I wanted the distraction,” TK admits, surprising even himself. With the gig up, with Carlos staring at him with such consuming worry, he sinks back against the couch, allowing his illness to fully sweep over his body. He shivers, pulling the blanket tighter around himself, and he tilts his head against the back of the couch, eyes finding the ceiling. 

“A distraction from what?” Carlos pushes gently, careful to not tiptoe over into boyfriend territory. 

“Everything,” TK mutters around a weak cough, and he rolls his head to the side when Carlos lays a gentle hand to his covered knee, a small sign of encouragement that he’s listening but not forcing. 

“If I say I’m not ready to talk about it right now, will you not ask about it?”

Carlos considers this, and while the urge to push past TK’s wall is as hot as the latter’s fever, he nods slowly. “You can stay the night,” he says instead, moving with the need to see TK through what he’s sure is either a really bad cold or maybe the flu.

“I can’t,” TK starts, and he pushes the blanket away, making to stand, but his vision wavers, gray dots dancing across his eyes, and Carlos is quick on his feet, snaking a strong arm around TK’s waist and guiding him back down to the couch. 

“Why not? You can’t even walk.”

“My dad,” TK mutters, leaning heavily against Carlos. “I need to be with him... He needs someone with him to make sure he’s okay.” The panic from before, from leaving his father alone, hits him like a bucket of ice water being tossed over his head, and he’s shaking hard in Carlos’ grip, both from fever and fear, but Carlos’ only tightens his hold, a beacon of steady warmth he’s almost afraid to get too close to. 

Carlos really wants to ask about this because Owen seems fine, but the desperation clinging to TK’s tone has him considering his words. “I can call Michelle--”

“--no,” TK mutters, coughing against Carlos’ shoulder. “Judd. He’s the only other one who knows.” 

Carlos eases TK back against the couch, worry pulling at his heart as TK coughs and shivers and curls in on himself. “I’ll call Judd,” he starts, gaze drifting to the door for a moment. “Promise you won’t run?” 

“Couldn’t even if I tried,” TK chatters out, teeth clacking together, and Carlos makes quick work of calling Judd, rattling off what he knows. 

Judd’s worry on the other line of the phone apparently stretches back to a few days prior, and when he mentions he’s not sure that TK’s been sleeping, a pit grows in Carlos’ stomach, uncomfortable against the heavy weight of concern. 

Their conversation isn’t long, ending when Judd reassures him that he’ll keep an eye on Owen and will even make an excuse for TK’s absence. After, Carlos makes quick work of guiding TK to his bedroom. TK’s frighteningly compliant, only fighting him when he tries to pull an “Austin Police Department” hoodie over his head, snagging it from the back of a chair in his bedroom. 

“You’ll overheat,” Carlos tries, but TK somehow manages to pull the hoodie over his bare torso, and Carlos can’t say no when TK looks at him, cheeks flushed, hair sticking up at different ends, the sleeves of his hoodie pulled over his shaking hands, and the hem just covering a small part of TK’s bare thighs.

“Fine,” he mutters, breathing through a few curses as he helps TK into bed. He turns to get medicine for the fever, but TK’s hand is suddenly latching onto his wrist, surprisingly strong, and when he turns around, TK’s eyes, though glassy, are bright and aware. 

“Don’t.” 

“I’m just going to get some medicine--”

“--I can’t sleep,” TK admits, fingers digging into Carlos wrists as he coughs harshly. “I haven’t slept in a week.” 

“Jesus, TK,” Carlos breathes out. He’s getting more and more pieces of the puzzle that is Tyler Kennedy Strand, but the borders, the ones that support the picture, are still missing, as well as some middle chunks. “Why--”

“--you said you wouldn’t ask.” 

“Sorry,” Carlos mutters. “I’m just going to get medicine, and then I’ll come right back.” TK’s hand drops to the bed, eyes momentarily flicking to a color of fear that has Carlos rushing to the bathroom for ibuprofen and water. 

TK takes the medicine without question, wanting to rid his body of this shitty feeling just as much as Carlos does, and then Carlos slips some pants on and climbs into the bed, resting his back against the headboard, and TK watches him, eyes impossibly tired. 

“Do you think you can try to sleep? I’ll stay awake if you need me.”

“Judd’s with my dad?” TK asks, and when Carlos nods, he nods back, curling around Carlos’ hips, head resting against his thigh. He’s a little afraid to let his eyes slip closed, aware that he won’t have the control to not slip into REM, but when Carlos drops a careful hand to his hair, fingers carding softly through it, the fear eases a little, and he hums softly. 

“Is this okay? Have I gone too far into boyfriend territory?” 

“You have,” TK mutters around a yawn that’s followed by a few weak coughs. “But it’s okay for tonight.” 

[thomaslightwood]

A Kind of Magic

Chapter six: Gimme the prize

Now you die.

I have something to say: It's better to burn out than to fade away.

There can be only one.

Just gimme the prize.

•  •  •  •  •  •

Alastair watched how Thomas carefully held one of his spears. It was the one inlaid with golden designs of dragons, kylins, and birds.

Alastair almost didn't move while Thomas was looking at his collection. He had a feeling that this is some sort of test for Thomas' approval. Which, of course, was ridiculous. Thomas would not judge him, much less by his spears. And even if he did, his collection was large and with all kinds of spears.

But it was one of his very few hobbies. Something he did for years and that was close to his heart. He wanted Thomas to like it.

“They're incredible,” Thomas said quietly without taking his eyes off the spear in his hands. “I have never seen more beautiful weapons.”

Alastair didn't know how to answer this. He wasn't used people to say kind things to him.

But he felt how his chest was filling up with pride and warm feeling that left him breathless.

“I never leave the house without my spears,” he said only.

Thomas smiled a little. And Alastair found himself staring again. Thomas' smile did things to him.

“I have never thought,” Thomas said as he put the spear back in its place. “That I would be in your room.”

Alastair hid his smile.

“And I have never thought you would be in my room either.” After a moment of silence, he added “But I like it.”

Thomas looked at him with sparkles in his eyes and a smile.

“What are we going to do now?” he asked. "We have time before patrolling.”

“What do you want to do?” Alastair answered playfully. Raziel, he didn't know what was happening with him. But around Thomas he always was feeling brave. He was feeling like… he is allowed to be himself.

Thomas laughed. “Is this a game to you?”

“No,” Alastair said seriously. “Definitely not.” Thomas was anything but a game to him. Actually, Alastair was beginning to worry how important his relationship with Thomas became to him.

Thomas wasn't smiling anymore. He was looking right into Alastair's eyes. He gently held Alastair's face in his big hands and leaned his forehead against his, without breaking the eye contact.

“I know,” Thomas whispered. “And… thank you for it. You are amazing.”

Alastair could feel how his heart was breaking in his chest but it was good. It was good and warm and right because it was Thomas Lightwood doing it.

Thomas bent down a little bit, like he was going to kiss Alastair but didn't after all. If Alastair didn't know him better he would have thought that Thomas is unsure but this wasn't the case.

Alastair had noticed a few things about him. Like how he liked being kissed and often was letting Alastair to intent the kiss. Or how he liked to play with Alastair's hair (he even was considering to let it grow longer for Thomas). Or his face when he talked about his family and his childhood (he rarely did it). Or how he very carefully listened to Alastair when he talked about his childhood (which was even more rarely).

He crushed his lips in Thomas' while thinking about all this and more. About his smile that he was kissing now. About his broad shoulders which he now was using to push Thomas on the bed.

Alastair thought of the fire that Thomas ignited in him. He wanted nothing more than to be burned by it.

What got him out of this trans was one moment of hesitation. One little, almost uncatchable moment of unsureness, that made Alastair stop.

If he didn't know Thomas that well he would think it was only on his head.

“What's wrong?” he murmured. “Thomas?”

“I...”

Alastair stopped moving. They were lying on his bed, Thomas under him, both flushed and out of breath. Thomas' one hand was on Alastair's waist, and the other - in his hair. But there was tension on his face that he didn't like.

Alastair's hand was beside Thomas' head while the other low on his stomach. Alastair pulled back and whispered, “It's alright.”

He rolled over on his back beside Thomas and said, “Do you want to hear about Morocco?”

He felt how Thomas' body relaxed. “Yes,” he said. Alastair could hear the smile on his lips. “I would love to.”

-

If there was something more impossible than this scene, Alastair wouldn't believe it. Because here he was, with Thomas Lightwood in his bedroom and he was laughing like when he and Cordelia were children.

It was unbelievable but so much alive that Alastair could touch it. His impossible truth. The relationship he had with Charles seemed so insignificant now. When Alastair was with him, he was always worried and anxious, unsure what to do. When he was with Thomas, he was feeling like he could fly.

When their laugh faded, Thomas said, “Adelbaram,” Alastair's heart always skipped a beat when Thomas call him that. He hoped he would never get used to it. “I want to ask you something for a while.”

“What is it?” Alastair said.

“Well,” Thomas began. He hesitated for a moment. “It's about Matthew.”

Alastair frowned. He remembered the days at the Academy and he filled with anxiety. He didn't like to think about this time. There were too much things to regret.

Alastair didn't say anything. Just waited for Thomas to continue.

“He… he mentioned that you have said something to him. The day he, James and Christopher left the Academy. What it was?”

Alastair closed his eyes for a moment. He was so angry back then. Full with pain and hate he wanted everyone to experience.

“Alastair?”

He looked at Thomas. He wanted to say that he didn't remember or it was nothing important but he couldn't. His hazel eyes were looking at him and expected the truth. Alastair couldn't, didn't want to, lie to him. Thomas was the truest thing in his life and he wouldn't let it be lost in lies.

So Alastair told him. He repeated everything he said to Matthew Fairchild that day. He told him everything else he said about the Merry Thieves in the Academy and how sorry he was for it.

Alastair apologized to Thomas. He felt shame thinking about these days. It was killing him. He owed the rest of the boys apology too.

In the end, there was silence. Alastair was feeling like he was drowning in it.

“Thomas, please,” he said. “Say something.”

Thomas slowly looked at him. There was… shock. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but didn't. He looked away.

“I… I need to think about it,” he finally said and got up from the bed they still was lying on. Thomas left like he was in a trans. Alastair heard him getting down on the steps. Opening the front door. And closing it.

It was a pain worse than any spear.

•  •  •  •  •  •

The next day Alastair received a letter for an emergency meeting of the Enclave in the Institute.

Alastair washed his face with cold water, dressed up, grabbed a few spears and left the house.

When he arrived he was surprised to see so many people already there. What was strange though was that part of them talked to each other, visibly worried, while other part just stood with stone faces.

Alastair saw Augustus Pounceby and approached him.

“What's going no here?” he asked him.

Pounceby shook his head.

“You wouldn't believe it. I heard it this morning from my father. It's about Charles Fairchild.”

Alastair frowned.

“He organized a special group to hunt the Ignis demons. A group which members are only relatives to injured Shadowhunters.”

Alastair took a sharp breath. “By the Angel.”

“There is more,” Pounceby said. “The list with the members is already done. It's not allowed to join anymore.”

Alastair thought about Thomas. Thomas who probably was still hurt. Who had an injured relative.

“Is… is there any paper with the members?”

Pounceby frowned. “I don't know. Probably Charles knows them all.”

Alastair didn't want to ask him. He tried again.

“Did you know who joined?”

“Not all but,” Pounceby said. “I heard a few names. I know Catherine Townsend joined in the last moment because her father was injured during his patrol tonight.”

“Is there…” Alastair wasn't sure he has it in himself to ask. He didn't want to know the answer if it was yes. “Is there any Lightwoods?”

Pounceby frowned like he was trying to remember. “Yes, I think so. Christopher and Thomas Lightwood.”

This words felt like kick in the stomach.

Alastair fast looked around, trying to see if Thomas was in the crowd. He needed to talk to him immediately.

The meeting was starting already. The Shadowhunters were moving. But no matter how hard Alastair looked, Thomas wasn't here.

-

The special group of Charles was going in Camberwell tonight. The place where the Ignis demons attack started. The most dangerous place in London at the moment.

Alastair wanted to scream. He needed to talk with Thomas right now. He would never forgive himself if something happened to Thomas.

Alastair knocked at the opened door as he entered. “Hello?”

Lucie Herondale raised her head from what she was writing and looked at him. She was surprised to see him. It was strange, really. This was his sister's parabatai, a sixteen years old girl he barely spoke with.

“Oh, hello,” she said. “The Enclave meeting is already over. If you want to speak with my father…”

“No, no. I… I came to speak with you.”

Lucie arched her eyebrows. “Oh, well. What's the matter then?”

“Do you know where I can find Thomas?”

Something flashed in her eyes. “Sorry, I'm not sure where he is at the moment,” she said. “We have appointment after a few hours. Then he goes with Charles group to patrol,” she frowned a little as she mentioned the group. Alastair could see the she didn't approve. And was worried.

Alastair thanked her and left. He wanted just to wait in front of the Institute for Thomas but his mother and sister were waiting for him in the carriage.

They were talking something about the Ignis demons and London but Alastair couldn't bring himself to care. He dug fingernails into his palm. This pain was easier to bear than the anxious feeling in his stomach.

•  •  •  •  •  •

Alastair went to patrol early. There were still sunlight.

His place for tonight was Lambeth. He should wait for two more Shadowhunters to patrol with but instead he went to the border of Camberwell. At the street he heard the special group was going to gathering.

As he approached, he saw them. Around twenty Shadowhunters, most of them young, waiting to face the death. Alastair searched the crowd for Thomas. Most of them were drawing runes on each other or checking their weapons. Finally he spotted Thomas, a little aside from everyone else.

Thomas doesn't like crowds, crossed his mind.

As Alastair started walking toward them, he saw that Thomas was talking with someone. Christopher Lightwood. It seemed like they're arguing. Thomas was saying something while his cousin was shaking his head.

As he got closer, he heard them:

“...seriously do this? Kit, this so dangerous, we can't just…”

“You heard what Anna said,” interrupted Christopher. “About that warlock. If we never get close to a Ignis demon, we would never…”

“Excuse me,” Alastair said. He felt embarrassed but the last thing he wanted was to overhear their conversation.

Thomas turned to him, his eyes expanded a little as he saw Alastair.

“Thomas, can I speak with you? In private,” Alastair asked. He felt unsure now, tense, in the face of Thomas.

But then he nodded and turned to Christopher one more time. “Think about what I said. Please.”

Then Thomas and Alastair was left alone. Alastair took a deep breath.

“Thomas, listen, I know I did bad things and I…”

“Alastair, stop,” Thomas said. He closed eyes and sighed. Opened them. “Please stop.”

Alastair waited. He was drowning.

“I thought about this a lot,” Thomas continued. “I was upset at the beginning. These rumors cased my family a lot of pain. Matthew's as well. James was suffering at the Academy too. I was angry that back then you… repeated this awful words,” Thomas paused. Alastair couldn't breathe. “But… but knowing you now, seeing how sorry you are… That you realize how hurtful it was and… and knowing things about you I didn't know back then... I can't really be angry at you for long. I forgive you. I don't know about Matthew or James but I forgive you.”

Before Alastair could say something or melt from relief, a voice interrupted them.

“The sunset came,” someone shouted. “It's time to go!”

Thomas anxiously looked at the person who said it. “I need to go.”

“Wait!” Alastair grabbed Thomas for the arm before he could turn around. “Why you joined this group then? We both know it's stupid and too dangerous. You don't do things like this.”

Thomas' face turned sad. “To look after Christopher. The rest wanted to join too, for him, but there wasn't enough time…”

“It's time to enter Camberwell!”

“I really need to go.”

Alastair squeezed his arm. Looked right into Thomas beautiful brown eyes.

“Noore cheshmam,” he said quietly, almost whispered so no one but Thomas to hear. “Zen'har. Khahesh.”

Thomas' face softened. “Alastair, azeez…”

“Come on everyone!”

Thomas eyes was warm. He whispered, “I promise that I will come back.”

Then he gently removed Alastair's hand from his and went to the rest of the group.

Thomas looked back at him. Their eyes crossed. One last glance between lovers, before one of them disappeared.

Alastair stood there for a long time, even when he couldn't see Thomas anymore.

•  •  •  •  •  •

Dictionary

adelbaram - the thief of my heart noore cheshmam - the light of my eyes zen'har - take care, be carful khahesh - please azeez - darling, dear, sweetheart

You can look at the London's map to get a better idea of ​​the mentioned places.

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

hinata with a smol(er) male manager ask

How about Hinata with a new smol(er than him) male manager in training that’s just super cute! Like he always bakes for them (with healthy recipes but they still manage to taste amazing) is always super supportive and cheery. And sometimes massages his hands after games (because it may be just me BUT MY HANDS ARE SORE AFTER A GAME BRO) please?

just posting it again to switch it to this format, cuz i like it more...

...

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” A wave of annoyance rushed over the team at the sound. Karasuno should’ve been used to Hinata’s immense energy by now, but more often than not his abilities were unbelievable. What gave this small boy the capabilities to scream so high so often? Neither Daichi nor Sugawara would know, but tried their best to calm their crows’ collective irritation.

But this time, for once it seemed the energetic boy had a reason for his efforts, unlike most other times. Before the short boy, in front of the entrance to the gym, stood an even shorter boy. Quite a sight to see for anyone on the Karasuno team. Though Nishinoya surely existed, a second person to exceed at shortness as crazily as him, was nearly more unbelievable.

“Y-you’re s-shorter than me too!?” Hinata smiled with a triumphant grin on his lips, bringing his flattened hand over your heads as if measuring the two of you. “What do you think guys? Am I growin’ or what!” Hinata halted himself from jumping into the air at the sound of the other boy’s voice, it was a surprisingly soft and calming chuckle.

“Yes, I am quite short…I’m also y/n! It’s nice to finally meet you all!” You smiled sweetly at Hinata, savoring the sparkly look in his eyes before looking through the rest of the team. The other boys eyed up the container in your small hands; you’d filled it with the banana honey oat energy bites you’d whipped up before school today as a welcome gift, though I guess they should be welcoming you…but your nature refused you to come empty handed! “Here, if anyone’s hungry I’ve got these waiting for you guys! I’m here to train as a n-new manager!” Karasuno’s team gasped in awe at the offer.

“WHAAAAAT? This guy can cook!” The sudden voice made you shrink a little. After all of their previous conditioning, a ravenous looking boy with a buzz cut and wild eyes rushed to your treats, then another player, and another reached in for a ball of fruit and honey for themselves, the container soon empty on the bench. “Suga! Daichi! Please, please, please can we keep him?” The boy you assumed to be Tanaka pleaded, being scolded for ridiculousness in front someone new by who you guessed were the captains of the team. A smile made it to your face, cheering on the inside and growing giddy. This was the biggest compliment you could’ve asked of them after all!

You bowed on instinct, delivering your gratitude immediately back at them in a cute and appreciative manner. “Thank you for liking them! I’ll be sure to make more for the next time we meet!” A nervous smile crawling it’s way onto your face at the seemingly awestruck team at your formalness. “Daichi” got the team to thank you, warming your heart even more.

After the boys inhaling the bunches of nutrition you’d offered, they scrimmaged and trained somemore together. You had to admit that watching any of them play was quite the entertainment, though one player always seemed to stand out in comparison to you. “K-Kiyoko?” The reserved girl replied with a nod. “If you don’t mind me asking…who’s number 10?” The girl hummed, sending you a knowing glance. You felt your cheeks heat at the pressure. What could she possibly know from you just asking something so simple? Somehow, she gave off a very knowing yet shy sense of character, but in this moment you really wished she couldn’t see right through you.

“Hinata Shoyo,” she smiled, the black dot on her cheek raising a little at the action, her glasses catching a surprisingly devious glint from an above window. Her voice was calm as can be. “do you think he’s cute?” You had to tear your eyes from the orange-haired decoy. The sound of sneakers seemed to cease in your mind. For some reason, the teasing question made your cheeks burst only further into flames. You couldn’t help but cry out slightly and hide behind your sleeves, feeling a lot smaller than you usually did despite your already petite size.

“N-n-no I don’t! And if I did… but I don’t! Well m-maybe... I uh…” you gulped at the subtle giggle erupting from the girl, embarrassed at the question and for waving your arms about in a panic. You then whimpered, realizing you’d gained a small amount of the players’ attention, decoy-boy included. Meeting amber eyes, you couldn’t help but stare. Though he wasn’t much taller than you, you couldn’t help but admire the powerful presence he gave off on that court. What he didn’t have he made up in determination, coming out just as high as those with much more of an advantage against him. Relating to him in the height department, you couldn’t help but admire an attitude like that.

Your staring contest was broken by Hinata’s bright smile, and the wave he sent you with it. You couldn’t help but like the cute way his eyes squinted as he did, his bright orange curls swaying with every bouncy action he made. You soaked in his expression, like sun on a summer day. A volleyball interrupted the daydream before you could even wave back. An angered looking boy with dark hair and a scary face seemed to smash the ball into poor Hinata’s, your breath hitching. That’s gotta hurt. Before you could aid him, Kiyoko spoke again.

“It happens a lot more than it should, either by accident or on purpose.”

“Eh? Really, Hinata’s hurt this often? Poor guy…” your gaze swung back to the suffering ball of cuteness. Rather than making you way over, since this was somehow the usual for Karasuno apparently, you shouted from the stands. “Hinata! Are you alright?” The soft voice met his ears, said boy heaving his way back to his feet from the impact.

“I’m fine! Kageyama’s just really moooody todayyy!” He shouted back to your surprise, your soft voice usually going unnoticed. The so-called moody boy growled, and you feared for Hinata’s already rosy forehead. Though, Hinata only taunted back, making you smile.

Right before the end of practice, you made sure to scavenge for an ice pack. Though it was late already, you managed to find the infirmary unlocked! And got what you needed. Running back eagerly, your large jacket making your cute frame seem even smaller, you rounded the corner and headed back into the gym, hoping players still remained. Kiyoko and Yachi were still chatting in the stands, Yachi training to organize games as you probably should’ve of been. Though, when the dark-haired girl eyed you up, there was now anger in her elegant eyes, only that small smile, and a knowing look going from you, to the boy struggling with a volleyball net nearby. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks again, and headed towards Hinata.

A familiarly soft voice reached the other boy’s ears. “H-hi, Hinata. Want some help?” You asked, knowing well you’d never put away something like a volleyball net, hoping it’d be simpler than it looked. The brightest smile reached Hinata’s face again, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yes, please y/n! You’re so nice!” He stated plainly with an excitement not expected from someone who just finished playing as much as he did. He grabbed the corners of the net below him, expecting you to do the same. So hesitantly, you did.

“I-I’ve never put away a net before!” You smiled out of nervousness, Hinata’s curiosity seeming to spike.

“Really? Not to worry y/n, it’s easy! I’ll help you!” You chucked at his eagerness, weren’t you supposed to be the one helping him?

After cleanup, teammates were saying their goodbyes, Kiyoko and Yachi on their way home already. You watched Hinata’s back as he left the storage room, remembering the cold and damp item in your jacket. “Ah! Hinata wait!” The orange head of curls faced you, foot tapping almost out of impatience. You couldn’t help but fiddle with your hands and eye his shoes rather than meet his eyes. Unknown to you, he’d found the habit cute. “S-sorry! It seems sorta stupid now that I’m thinking of it, b-but-” He replied with a tilt of his head as you looked up at him. Whipping out the ice pack you couldn’t keep in your jacket any longer, you hand it to him. “It’s for your head, I meant to give it to you earlier, but you’re so determined you’d just never stay on the bench long enough for me to help!” Another cutely nervous chuckle. Hinata stared down at the mound of slushy ice and soft plastic in his hands, an odd feeling twisting within your stomach as he did. When Hinata cried out in an emotion you weren’t sure of, you couldn’t help but worry. But, before you could manage even a word, you were tightly wrapped in the arms of the cute boy you’d been interested in all practice, your heart picking up its pace. “H-Hinata-“

“THANK YOU!” Your face filled with surprise, the boy not letting go for quite a while made your mind spin, though you missed the feeling of his soft curls brushing your cheek. For some reason, the boy in front of you seemed on the edge of tears, you hoped it wasn’t out of pain for his injuries or your presence.

“Y-you’re welcome, Hinata. Is there anything else I can do to help?” The boy smiled back at you again, this time a hand on the back of his neck.

“Ah, actually my hands are aching! Do you know anything I could do for these guys when I get home?” Hinata clenched his fists dramatically, twisting his wrists with a whimper. He must’ve been playing hard, you’d watched after all. You scolded yourself mentally for the temperature of your cheeks raising once again.

“I’ve heard massaging them helps a lot, then warm water…d-do you mind if I help?” Hinata’s smile grew once again, dragging you out of the storage room and into a bench.

“Try me!”

You did, trying to be as natural as possible. Hinata leaned back, pressing your ice pack to his head as your fingers worked at his overworked hands. We aren’t holding hands, you tried remind yourself, I’m just holding his hand, not holding hands, wait- but I’m…t-that doesn’t count, right? You gingerly pressed circles into Hinata’s palms, trying your best to repress the shyness from your rosy cheeks as you did so. After a few relieved sighs and another thanks from Hinata, he bounced up from the bench, taking him with you. You both readied yourselves to leave, the gym now empty other than the two if you. Your heart couldn’t help but sink a little.

“Goodnight y/n, I hope you sleep really well! Thank again!” Hinata jumped through the doors and out under the starry black sky, raising an arm up for a wave. Your heart leaped at the view, and you had to remember to wave back.

It could’ve been his constant bouncing, maybe the winter air, but you relished in rosiness blooming on his cheeks too.

...

tadahhhhhhhh, MY FIRST HAIKYUU ASK! hope you guys like it, it’s quite late but this was very fun! Make sure to fill my inbox with more hq asks :)

[spiderman-homecomeme]

day three - the social activist and the arachnid

FAIRY-TALE RETELLING

A/N: DAY THREE IS HERE!!  This fic is based on the popular fairy tale “the Frog Prince”/”the Princess and the Frog.” I have been so excited for this one guys. UNBELIEVABLY EXCITED!!! 

So excited, that my note here is incredibly short!!

Thanks @spideychelleweek​ for organizing this!!

Enjoy 5.4k of dumbassery, mischief, depictions of spiders, superscript font, and Peter Parker sad-eyes

Read here or on AO3

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The hero sits perched atop a light post, his wide mechanical eyes scanning the peaceful park below him. It’s been hours of waiting and watching (and of stomach-grumbles, a punishment for skipping the lunch his wonderful girlfriend had made for the both of them) and still—nothing. 

No sign yet.

Spider-Man replays the video footage Mr. Stark sent him; a tall figure, dressed in a fine black suit, an emerald green scarf, and a grey coat, smiling mysteriously as he bends to pet a small terrier, skipping rocks on the nearby pond, reading quietly on a bench under the canopy of a large, looming tree. Spidey keeps thinking that there’s some detail that he’s missed, some clue he’s clumsily overlooked. Cursing mentally, he swings to another post, hoping to get a better view of the park… when he sees it.

The flash of dark green wool.

Finally.

He acts quickly, nearly missing the clear shot to the next light pole in his excitement as he flies over. Getting closer, he sees the figure—the figure in question being the elusive God of Mischief himself, Loki—standing there, tossing out food to the ducks gathering around him; apparently just minding his own business, so much so that it gives Peter pause when he goes to confront the god.

Or, maybe, Peter wonders, eyes narrowing, that’s just what Loki wants it to look like. 

Peter jumps down behind him.

“You know you shouldn’t feed them bread,” Spider-Man says, leaning casually against a light post. “It’s basically junk food for them.”

“Oh, this isn’t bread,” Loki answers smoothly. He doesn’t even look up from the overly excited ducks. “It’s Asgardian barley.” Ha informs before tossing another handful of said barley at his feet. The ducks scramble over to him, quarrelling loudly over every grain. Two small, fat drakes begin to fight aggressively, quacking and pecking at the other until the darker colored fowl body slams the other into a tree. 

The tree promptly falls over from the force. Loki turns. “And you are?”

“Sp-Spider-Man. Obviously.”

Loki tilts his head as if he doesn’t recognize the name, as if the very thought of it confuses him.

“And you’re Loki.” 

“Indeed I am.”

A beat passes.

“So…” Peter motions behind him before standing up straighter, arms folding across his chest. “I’m taking you in.”

Loki glances up. His full attention now seems focused on the hero. A light, yet warning laugh escapes him. “Are you now?”

Peter clicks his web shooters. “C’mon, man, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” 

Loki takes a step, turning to face him fully. “I prefer it hard.”

Peter can’t help but think of how proud MJ would be of him for not giggling at that, though there’s nothing he can do to fight the way his mouth cracks into a grin underneath his mask. He just won’t tell her about that part. 

Immediately, Peter tries to web Loki, but the god’s quicker. Loki phases away, the ducks disappearing with him, his entire presence revealed to be an illusion the entire time. Peter curses, mentally kicking himself for falling for one of that guy’s oldest tricks.

Swinging himself to another high point, Peter once again scans the entire park. 

Where did that jerk run off to?

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long before he finds Loki again—hopefully the real one this time—buying two ice cream cones at a lone stand. It’s strange for two reasons. One, being that it’s mid-October, so ice cream isn’t really a hot commodity right now; and two,  it almost seems as though Loki’s not even trying to hide from him.

Or, again, perhaps that’s what he wants Spider-Man to think?

Peter shakes his head in an attempt to wipe his etch-a-sketch of a brain. He has a job here, he couldn’t get himself psyched-out. He needs to focus. Without giving himself any more time to actually think about what’s happening, he drops down on the ground, hands placed firmly on his hips.  “How  did you get ice cream?”

Loki doesn’t answer, instead holding the second cone out as he takes a bite of the first one. “One for you. Raisin Rum—or is it Rum Raisin?” He shrugs. “Mmm… my favorite. Most seem to hate it or ignore it but I find it's strange complexities…” He smiles wistfully at the cone.  “Familiar—”

Peter webs the ice cream right out of the god’s hands. 

At first, Loki barely reacts, expression blank as he stares at his cone now covered in dirt and pebbles. The god sighs, shoulders tensing as his mouth twists into a frustrated scowl. 

But then... he starts to laugh, shaking his head, covering his face. 

Peter lets out an uncomfortable, awkward chuckle in an attempt to find the humor in all of this. 

Suddenly, Loki looks up, laughter continuing as he shoots a stinging green spark from up his sleeve. 

Peter’s tingle kicks in, and he’s able to dodge the first shot, and the second, and the third, trying to web the trickster with each graceful dive out of the way. The god’s use of magic is relentless, and it keeps Peter webbing whatever Loki throws at him instead of Loki himself. 

After web-throwing the second park bench in a row, Peter turns, dodging yet another spark. “What are you even—WHOA!” He shouts above the fighting while jumping over a large boulder being hurdled right at him. “What are you even doing here anyway?”

“I enjoy a good park,” Loki says while throwing a newspaper stand. “It helps me relax. It’s been a terribly long day—Then again…” His voice slows, trailing off. “It could have been a week, or maybe a year. What  is  the date, do you know?” He pauses a moment and stares hollowly. 

Peter uses this pause to blast another web at him. 

But Loki seems to slide out of the way, shaking off the melancholy with another mysterious smirk.  “This has been a pleasure, but,” Loki side-steps another web. “I’d like to get back to feeding the ducks, if you don’t mind.”

“I do mind!” Peter shouts back, swinging up to the top of the ice cream stand. “Besides... Where did you even get Asgardian barley? Didn’t you and Thor destroy it? And—” He stops, head tilting, eyes narrowing in thought, and he can see by the way Loki tenses that he’s hit a nerve. He keeps going. “Wait you aren’t even from there, right? Aren’t you like… an—an... ice? giant, or something? ”

Loki stops moving instantly, smile morphing into a sinister snarl.

Before Peter can even think up a Frozen joke (he knows there’s something about Elsa and cold and snowmen in there), Loki casts a large blob of green energy right at him.

He leaps into the air in an attempt to dodge the strange mass, but it follows, trailing after him no matter how much he turns and twists. “What even  is  this?” Peter shouts as he makes an arching swing up and away from the now fuming god. He takes a chance and glances over at the trickster; and that’s when he’s struck by two things. 

The first; that Loki no longer seems to be genuinely enjoying their battle.

And the second?

Well…

The second is the green blob.

Wait! Got it!

“Hey, Elsa, just Let it Go —”

Before he can even be the slightest bit disappointed in himself for that low-hanging-fruit of a joke, he feels a stinging warmth, the world around him going a blinding shade of white. The feeling lasts only a second, followed by a loud  pop . Suddenly, he’s plummeting to the ground below. He tries to click at his webshooters, but he finds that he can’t move his arms. He tries to jump, but he can no longer feel his legs. He braces himself, ready for a crash, when he lands gently on the soft dirt below. 

Something feels… off. 

He tries to get up, standing on shaky legs, though he finds that he’s still incredibly close to the ground. But… Instead of the normal two legs he usually has, he feels eight. He can see everything around him without turning his head, as if there’s eyes all over. Panic starts to set in, and he scrambles to a puddle to look at his reflection. 

Eight buggy eyes stare back at him. His once baby-faced—well… face  —is no longer human, now covered in tiny, pointy red and blue hairs. At the sight of himself, he lets out the tiniest, quietest scream—one that immediately reminds him of that part in  The Emperor's New Groove where Yzma turns into a cat—octaves and leaps above his normal speaking tone as he jumps away. 

“There!” Loki brushes his hands together, clearly satisfied with himself.

“ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴰᴵᴰ ʸᴼᵁ ᴰᴼ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴱˀˀ” Tiny, spider-Peter demands. He coughs, clearing his throat, an almost whiny noise. “ᴵˢ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴹʸ ⱽᴼᴵᶜᴱˀˀ”

“I think your name is much more fitting now. Wouldn’t you agree?” Loki asks as a smirk returns to his face. 

“ᶜᴴᴬᴺᴳᴱ—ᶜᴴᴬᴺᴳᴱ ᴹᴱ ᴮᴬᶜᴷᵎᵎ” Little Peter growls in his new chipmunk voice.

“Oh, I’m afraid it isn’t that easy, my little spider friend,” Loki says with a faux-disappointed shake of his head. 

“ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴴᴱᴸᴸ ᴵˢ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ˢᵁᴾᴾᴼˢᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴱᴬᴺˀˀ”

But Loki doesn’t say anything else. He vanishes with a sneaky grin, leaving Peter in a cloud of dramatic green smoke. 

“ʸᴼᵁ’ᴸᴸ ᴮᴱ ˢᴼᴿᴿʸ ʸᴼᵁ ᵀᵂᴼ⁻ᶠᴬᶜᴱᴰ ˢᴼᴺ ᴼᶠ ᴬ—” Peter’s vow of vengeance is cut short as he starts to have a crisis, of course. Anyone would if they were suddenly turned into an actual, honest-to-god spider. He has absolutely no idea what he’s going to do, or how long this is supposed to last. 

He stays in the park for God knows how much longer. 

He feels lost and utterly alone. 

What did Loki mean? How is Peter supposed to change back? What is it going to take? An epic journey? Is it on some kind of timer? Does he need to get some ingredients together for a magic potion and then drink it?

His head swims, nearly drowning at every little possibility. 

It’s overwhelming, truly. Everything around him is a million times bigger than it normally is. What if someone steps on him? What if someone captures him? What if a little kid finds him and picks him up and takes him home? Is he doomed to be someone’s house pet the rest of his sad life? Could he even survive life as a spider? He wasn’t about to start eating bugs, not today!

Truly, he has no absolutely no clue where to ever start. He stands in the park for what feels like a whole eternity. If he had teeth, they’d probably be chattering right about now. 

But then, there’s a glimmer of hope. It starts in the back of his mind, and he’s surprised he didn’t just think of it sooner. He thinks of the one place, the one person that might be able to help him. 

And happens to be the one place that’s close to this park.

His wonderful, patient, hilarious-in-kind-of-a-dark-way genius girlfriend. If anyone would know what to do, or at least have a vague inclination of an idea, it’d be MJ. 

So, he starts his journey, which proves to be significantly harder when he can’t just swing there. Sure, he’s got eight legs now instead of two, but he’s a lot  smaller than he normally is. It takes time to cover the amount of ground it takes to get to MJ’s apartment. 

Just walking across the park has already taken over half-an-hour.

But dammit, he’s going to try. That’s not going to stop him.

It ends up taking him the entire afternoon and early evening to get there. An entire afternoon of dodging much larger humans, dogs and cats, and not to mention other spiders. His tiny heart fillsfilled with tiny relief when he comes upon the large brick building. It takes him even longer to climb up to her sixth-floor window, and then to just find his way in without opposable thumbs. 

Luckily, MJ’s cracked her window, and though that’d normally be strange for the time of year, Peter doesn’t question it. In fact, it’s perfectly normal for her. He crawls in, his excitement getting the best of him as he notices MJ in her bed, snuggled under a blanket as she reads a book. 

Perfect.

He has to get to her somehow, to let her know what’s going on. She’ll know what to do. 

All he has to do is figure out how to get her attention.

He makes his way to the ceiling above the window, watching her from above and across the room. He tries to call out to her, but his voice is too high and too quiet for her to hear him from so far away. 

It’s the slightest bit discouraging; he’s going to have to find another way. Then, inspiration strikes him, and he eagerly starts climbing the wall. He’s done this before, as normal, human-sized Spider-Man. 

Just drop down, say hi, she helps him figure shit out. It’s perfect!

What could possibly go wrong?

But perhaps he’s too eager as he races across the ceiling as fast as his eight little legs can carry him.

Maybe if he had waited, he would’ve been able to see that this wasn’t the best way to go about getting her attention. To him, there just isn’t time for something like rational thought and common sense. Instead, he just goes for it, not stopping to think if this was a good idea before lowering himself down on a single, fine thread. 

MJ likes spiders—and not just the  Peter variety —he reasons. He’s seen her oo and aw over the little guys and gals that find themselves in her path. If she sees one in her room, she always scoops it out with a cup, humanely putting it back outside into its natural habitat.  

She loves spiders!

Sure, why would she be the kind of person that freaks out when one just shows up right in front of her face?

Finally, he manages to lower himself to her level, making his eyes as big and as round as possible, before clearing his throat. 

She still doesn’t seem to hear. 

He swings forward a bit, hoping that he can just… brush her nose with his front two feet. 

His two front feet touch the very tip of her nose for a split-second and—in an instant—she looks up, eyes going wide as she jumps with a start. Letting out a high-pitched, squeamish yelp, she smacks him with her book. 

She doesn’t hear his tiny, baby-ish scream as he’s hurled across the room.

He scrambles away, hiding behind her bookcase as she leaps from her bed, yanking the covers off of her. She shudders, shaking her head as she takes a moment to look around the room, running her hands roughly over her hair and face, checking for more creepy crawlies. 

His heart—now in his gut—pumps erratically as he waits for her next move. A moment passes before she leaves, her book in hand, inadvertently slamming the door behind her as she rushes out. He waits another moment before moving again, going to the top corner of her room, diagonally across from her bed, so he can be  just  visible.

Well, that didn’t go well at all. 

He starts pacing along the ceiling, and he wonders if he should even try anything else at this point or just wait it out. 

Or… spend the rest of his life as a spider.

Find that kid in the street who’s always had a weird love for bugs. Go home with them. Live the life of a pet arachnid.

He’s almost accepted that fate when… another golden idea strikes him. 

He starts the long process of making a web, something that surprisingly comes natural to him in this form. This is something he’s done miiiiillions of times before, but like, a thousand percent bigger. It’s just… tiny now. 

And the webs come out of his butt instead of one of the webshooters on his wrists. 

But it’s essentially the same thing, right?

He jumps from between the two walls and ceiling, hastily putting together something he can rest on. When he’s done, he makes a large M, followed by an even larger, a little bit more janky, J. 

It worked for Charlotte, so why wouldn’t it work for him?

It seems like a solid form of communication between spider and human.

What seems to be hours after the sun has set, he finally finishes. Crawling to the middle of the ceiling to get a good view of his handy work, he sighs, thinking how Charlotte made it so easy—and she was writing more than two letters—before really taking it in. With frustration, he realizes that even  he  can’t read it. The silk is much too thin—nothing like his synthetic webbing—and he can only see the  beginnings  of the makings of letters—and that’s only if he can get in the right light. 

There was no way MJ—the human here—would be able to see it.

Nerves set in once again when he realizes that he’ll just have to try talking to her again.

It’s the only way. 

And so he waits; waits on her bedside table, behind the framed picture of them from a school dance last year. 

He’s there. Watching. Waiting to strike, his little legs curled up in anticipation.

It feels like it’s almost been another hour before he hears the gentle click of her bedroom door again. She sneaks in, a blanket preemptively wrapped around her shoulders, and glances warily around the room, as anyone would do after seeing a spider so suddenly. 

With another shudder, she scurries over to her window, shutting it, before plopping down onto her bed, sitting back against the pillows as she pulls her book out from under her blanket-cape. 

He waits a few minutes, giving her a chance to relax again, before he strikes. 

“ᴹᴶ.” He whispers, voice high and whiny, jumping out from behind the picture before retreating back in. 

Once again, she doesn’t hear him.

He’ll have to do better than that.

“ᴹᴶᵎ” He says a little louder, hiding behind his front two legs. 

Knowing he has to get just the tiniest bit closer, he crawls up onto her pillow, just behind her head, and tries again. “ᴹᴶᵎ!” he shouts as best he can.

This time she perks up, brows scrunched together as she lowers the book into her lap. She pauses, listening, before sitting back against her pillow, Peter almost falling off of it at the movement.

He takes a deep breath in, steeling himself as he lets out the loudest one yet, right in her ear. “ᴹᴶᵎᵎᵎᵎᵎ” 

She glances behind her to the source of the sound, jumping and shrieking again when she sees him. But this time, she’s more prepared. She grabs a plastic cup from her dresser, ready to catch him. 

He’s fast, but not fast enough as he scrambles up her desk, and she catches him without much struggle. 

“HA!” MJ shouts. “Gotcha!” 

“ᴹᴶᵎ ᴹᴶᵎ ᴹᴶᵎ ᴵᵀ'ˢ ᴹᴱᵎᵎ” He screams as she lowers herself to his level. “ᴵᵀ'ˢ ᴾᴱᵀᴱᴿᵎᵎ”

She freezes, eyes widening as she looks at her catch. “...Peter?”

“ʸᴱˢᵎᵎ ᴵᵀ'ˢ ᴹᴱᵎ ᴵ'ᴹ ᴾᴱᵀᴱᴿᵎ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴮᴼʸᶠᴿᴵᴱᴺᴰᵎᵎ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᴼᶠ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴸᴵᶠᴱ ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀᴴᵁᴿᵀᴹᴱᵎᵎ ”

And for a beat, she can only stare at him, mouth hanging open in confusion. She rubs at her eyes, perhaps wondering if she’s dreaming. “What—what happened to you?” She asks incredulously, though she keeps her hand on top of the cup.

“ᴸᴼᴷᴵ ᴴᴬᴾᴾᴱᴺᴱᴰᵎ” Peter whines, warbling voice echoing in his plastic prison. “ᴴᴱ ᵀᵁᴿᴺᴱᴰ ᴹᴱ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᴬ ˢᴾᴵᴰᴱᴿᵎ”

“I can see that.” She replies, eyes wide as she cautiously lifts the cup from around him, putting it aside as she kneels to his height. Her brow pinches together as she stares at him, the corner of her lip pulled back in what he’s pretty sure is a form of mild disgust. 

“ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ.” Peter begs, all eight eyes wide and sad and—if they could be—full of tears.

MJ jerks her head back, still maintaining some form of distance. “Well… What do you want me to do?”

“ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ˢᴹᴬᴿᵀᵎ” Peter reasons, legs tapping sporadically as he moves closer to the edge of the desk, following her. “ᴵ'ᴹ ᴬ ᴰᵁᴹᴮᴬˢˢ. ᶜᴼᴹᴱ ᴼᴺ, ʸᴼᵁ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴿᴵᴸᴸ.” 

MJ stares blankly at him, thoroughly unimpressed. “You’ve gotta have some idea, man.”

“ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ…” Peter wonders aloud. “ᴴᴹᴹ... ᴺᴼ... ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᵂᴼᵁᴸᴰ ᴺᴱⱽᴱᴿ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ... ᴰᴬᴹᴺ ᴵᵀ, ᴸᴼᴷᴵᵎᵎ”

It’s then he notices the upward quirk of MJ’s lips, the way she presses them together, the slight tremor as if holding back a loud laugh.

“ᵂᴴᴬᵀˀ” He demands, his little spider eyes narrowing up at her.

“Nothing!” She swears. “Nothing at all.” And for a moment, she seems to hold herself together, but another second passes, and she can’t hold it in any more. She snorts, letting out a single guffaw when he taps his foot impatiently. “Just… your voice…”

He rolls his eyes. 

“It’s just… It’s ridiculous.”

“ᴹᴶ, ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ. ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴵˢ ˢᴱᴿᴵᴼᵁˢ.”

She nods, biting back the grin with all of her might. “Oh, definitely. Yeah. Very serious. My bad.”

Peter huffs, once again starting to pace around the desk. Another bout of silence falls between them as they sit there, both of them deep in thought. 

And for the third time that day, Peter is hit by another golden, shining, A+, fool-proof idea.

“ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴵᶠ ʸᴼᵁ ᴷᴵˢˢ ᴹᴱˀ”

At that, she blurts out in disgusted laughter, taking a solid thirty seconds to bring herself back down. “Absolutely not. No way,” she says, though it’s distorted under another bubbling laugh.

“ᵂᴴᴬᵀˀ” Peter balks, seemingly very offended that his girlfriend wouldn’t kiss him while in real-spider form. “ᵂᴴʸˀˀ”

MJ glances from side to side, as if the answer’s stupidly obvious (it is). “Um, well, for one, you’re an actual spider right now.”

If Peter could, he would absolutely be pouting. “ᴮᵁᵀ ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴵᶠ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ'ˢ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴼᴺᴸʸ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᶜᴬᴺ ᶜᴴᴬᴺᴳᴱ ᴹᴱ ᴮᴬᶜᴷˀˀ”

“Where did you even come up with that?”

“ᵁᴴ ᴴᴱᴸᴸᴼˀ ᴱⱽᴱᴿ ˢᴱᴱᴺ ᴾᴿᴵᴺᶜᴱˢˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴿᴼᴳˀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴿᴼᴳ ᴾᴿᴵᴺᶜᴱˀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴾᴿᴵᴺᶜᴱ ᵀᵁᴿᴺˢ ᴮᴬᶜᴷ ᵀᴼ ᴺᴼᴿᴹᴬᴸ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᴬ ᵀᴿᵁᴱ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ'ˢ ᴷᴵˢˢᵎ ᴵᵀ'ˢ ˢᴵᴹᴾᴸᴱᵎ”

“Peter, that’s just a dumb story.”

"ʸᴼᵁ ᴺᴱⱽᴱᴿ ᴷᴺᴼᵂᵎ"

“Or, I could just throw you against the wall like the princess does in the Grimm version.”

"ᴹᴶ, ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ ᴶᵁˢᵀ—"

“That’s so gross. And stupid.” MJ sits there, her tone incredulous as she has to explain to her boyfriend why she won’t kiss a spider. “I’m sure there’s another, more realistic way. Like… I don’t know… finding Loki again and having him reverse it?”

"ᴴᴱ ˢᴬᴵᴰ ᴵᵀ ᵂᴬˢᴺ'ᵀ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ˢᴵᴹᴾᴸᴱᵎ" Peter whines. “ᴬᴺᴰ... ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ᴵᵀᵎ ᴬ ᵀᴿᵁᴱ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ'ˢ ᴷᴵˢˢˀˀ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ'ˢ ˢᴼ ᴰᴿᴬᴹᴬᵀᴵᶜᵎ ᴵᵀ'ˢ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᵁᴾ ᴸᴼᴷᴵ'ˢ ᴬᴸᴸᴱʸᵎᵎ"

She purses her lips, eyes narrowing. He has a point.

“ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ, ᴹᴶˀ ᴴᴱᴸᴾ ᴹᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱ.” Peter looks up at her with pleading, big, round, eight unblinking eyes. “ᴬᵀ ᴸᴱᴬˢᵀ ᵀᴿʸᵎ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴵᴹᴬᴳᴵᴺᴱ ᴵ'ᴹ ˢᵀᴵᴸᴸ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴴᵁᴺᴷʸ, ᵂᴵᶜᴷᴱᴰᴸʸ ᴴᴬᴺᴰˢᴼᴹᴱ ᴮᴼʸᶠᴿᴵᴱᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ʸᴼᵁ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ˢᴼ ᴹᵁᶜᴴ.”

MJ groans before conceding, bracing herself. “God, you are  so lucky  I love your stupid ass.”

“ʸᴬʸᵎᵎᵎᵎᵎ” Little spider-Peter spins around happily, throwing two of his legs up in the air in celebration. 

“If this doesn’t work, I’m flushing you down the toilet.”

A beat passes. MJ stares down at him, lips pursed as she tries to think the best way to go about this. It’s almost best to just get it done, she decides. Like a band-aid. Quick, although not necessarily painless. Letting out a shaky, nauseated breath she sinks to his level, the whole time muttering words of encouragement to herself. 

Peter scrambles to the edge of the desk, closer to her, attempting to smooth out his stick-straight hair with his fourth leg. 

MJ gags. 

“ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᶦᵗ, ᵇᵃᵇᵉᵎ” Peter cheers.

“God, shut up.” 

She leans down, lips puckered, but she makes the mistake of cracking one of her eyes open before she sticks the landing. With a shudder, she shrinks away. 

“ᴵ ᴮᴱᴸᴵᴱⱽᴱ ᴵᴺ ʸᴼᵁᵎ”

Again, MJ shivers in disgust. “Just one kiss, right?”

“ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴼᴺᴱ.” Peter promises, though his tone turns alarmingly flirty. “ᵁᴺᴸᴱˢˢ ʸᴼᵁ ᴮᴱᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴹᴼᴿᴱ.” He follows that comment with what she can only assume is the spider version of a playful wink. 

And once again, she gags.

Peter sheepishly steps back. “ˢᴼᴿᴿʸ...”

She doesn’t even give a response as she squeezes her eyes shut, covering them with a hand just to be safe, and she lowers herself once again. Both of them hold their breath, bracing for impact. It’s almost too quick for him to notice, the pressing of her lips to his tiny, hairy, wriggly body. Jumping back the second she plants the tight-lipped kiss, she doesn’t linger at all, trying her best to hold back her dramatic retching.

Another beat passes between them. 

And unsurprisingly…

It’s an empty one.

Nothing happens. 

At all. 

Peter is still very much a spider. 

“ᴰᴬᴹᴺ, ᴵ ᴿᴱᴬᴸᴸʸ ᵀᴴᴼᵁᴳᴴᵀ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᵂᴼᵁᴸᴰ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ...” He curses. 

“Excuse  me?” MJ seethes, furiously wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “What  part  of that did you possibly think was gonna work?”

“ᴼᴴ, ᶜᴼᴹᴱ ᴼᴺ, ᴹᴶ,” Peter reasons, shying away from her. “ᴵᵀ ᵂᴬˢᴺ'ᵀ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴮᴬᴰᵎ”

“Maybe for you!” She argues, another shudder rippling through her. “You weren’t the one that had to kiss a fucking spider!!”

“ᴼᴴ ˢᴼ ᴵ'ᴹ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴬ ˢᴾᴵᴰᴱᴿ ᴺᴼᵂˀᵎ”

“Yes!!” MJ shouts before bringing both hands to grab at her own hair, feeling as if she might be going crazy. “You are  literally  a spider right now!!”

“ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴼᴺᴱ ᵂᴴᴼ ᴳᴼᵀ ᵀᵁᴿᴺᴱᴰ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᴬ ˢᴾᴵᴰᴱᴿᵎ ᴬᴺᴰ ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴴᴱᴸᴾᴵᴺᴳ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴬᴺᵀᴵ⁻ᴬᴿᴬᶜᴴᴺᴵᴰ ᴾᴿᴱᴶᵁᴰᴵᶜᴱˢᵎᵎ” 

“Are you for real right now?” MJ deadpans at him, absolutely fuming underneath the blank expression. 

Peter falters under her gaze. "...ᵁᴴ, ʸᴱᴬᴴ...ˀ" He mumbles as he looks down, sheepishly using one of his feet to draw invisible circles into the top of her desk. "ᴹᴬʸᴮᴱ... ᴹᴬʸ���ᴱ ᴵᵀ ᴰᴵᴰᴺ'ᵀ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ... ᴮᴱᶜᴬᵁˢᴱ... ᴮᴱᶜᴬᵁˢᴱ ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴿᴱᴬᴸᴸʸ ᴵᴺ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴹᴱᵎᵎᵎ" He accuses.

And again, MJ only stares at him. “You’re serious?”

"ᴵ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ, ᴹᴶ... ʸᴼᵁ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ ᴹᴱᵎ"

“That doesn’t even make any sense!!” MJ groans in exasperation, her hands covering her eyes. “God, you’re such an idiot.”

Peter gives a sassy, “ᴴᵁᴹᴾᴴᵎ” before turning around. 

“Do you honestly think I don’t love you after that? Peter,” MJ reaches out, gently nudging him with her finger, turning him to face her. She holds her hand open, inviting him to crawl onto her palm. “I just  kissed  you. As a spider.”

Peter’s quiet for a moment, again looking down. "ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ... ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ..." 

“I love you, you dork. Even as a creepy, gross spider.” 

"ᴵ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ʸᴼᵁ, ᵀᴼᴼ, ᴹᴶ." And if Peter could blush, he absolutely would. 

“Now,” MJ starts, standing up from her place, grabbing the cup that had captured him just moments earlier. “Let’s go find Loki.”

They leave her apartment, ordering an Uber on the way out. The first place they check is the very park Loki and Peter fought in earlier, but there’s no luck there. The whole place is empty, save for the random passerby walking their dog. 

The next is the Sanctum Sanctorum, hoping that maybe Dr. Strange might have a lead. 

Which he doesn’t. 

Though he does offer that Loki’s still in this universe, which… proves to be both helpful and not helpful. 

Peter almost begins to lose hope, wondering if there’s a way he can just summon the god of Mischief, when MJ suggests they just go to the Avengers compound. If anyone can find Loki, or at least have a better lead on him, she reasons, it’s one of those guys. 

MJ’s sitting in the back of the same, ever so patient Uber, Peter underneath a cup and on top of a piece of paper in her lap. She looks down at him, her gaze calculating as she examines the tiny spider. Tilting her head, her face briefly twists into a thoughtful expression. “You know,” she starts, unable to look away from his big buggy eyes and his little, fuzzy legs. “You’re kinda cute like this.”

Peter stares blankly up at her, one of his middle legs coming forward to wipe across his eyes. 

“Nevermind.”

--

When they get to the Avengers compound, and after MJ leaves a lofty tip and an apologetic look, they go inside. 

Everyone’s of course confused when MJ just walks in holding a spider in a cup, but they’re given enough time for Peter to explain the whole situation. It takes a solid minute-and-a-half for Tony to stop laughing before he calls out to FRIDAY. 

“FRIDAY, can you have someone bring our friend Mr. Loki out?”

The mechanical voice promptly replies. “Yes, Mr. Stark.”

"ᵂᵃᶦᵗ ᵂᴴᴬᵀˀˀ" Peter’s shout is just barely heard, but it still gets a not-well-disguised snicker out of Tony. "ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᵀᴱᴸᴸᴵᴺᴳ ᴹᴱ ᴴᴱ'ˢ ᴮᴱᴱᴺ ᴴᴱᴿᴱ  ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴴᴼᴸᴱ ᵀᴵᴹᴱˀˀ"

“Oh, yeah,” Tony says with an air of nonchalance. “Kamala brought him in. Apparently, after your little slap fight in the park, she found him in some art gallery looking sad—the usual, I guess—she convinced him to turn himself in, yada yada yada. It was all pretty simple.”

"ᴬᴺᴰ ᴺᴼ ᴼᴺᴱ ᵀᴴᴼᵁᴳᴴᵀ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ ᴹᴱˀᵎ" Peter stomps around angrily in his cup.

“Well, you’re a spider now,” Sam cuts in, shrugging. “Couldn’t use the phone.”

Peter turns around, facing his back to everyone with a scoff. 

The doors whoosh open and the devil himself walks through, not even trying to hide his mischievous smirk. “Ah, Spider-Man,” He says smoothly. “Nice to see you again. Have you been having fun?”

"ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴸᵁᶜᴷʸ ᴵ'ᴹ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᶜᵁᴾ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᴺᴼᵂᵎᵎ" Peter snaps. "ᴵ ˢᵂᴱᴬᴿ, ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ᴵ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴼᵁᵀᵀᴬ ᴴᴱᴿᴱ—"

“Please, Loki,” MJ pleads sarcastically, effectively cutting Peter’s empty threats off. “Change him back? Pete says I have some anti-arachnid prejudices, and he may be right, because I don’t really want to keep dating an actual spider.”

Tony starts laughing again, and he keeps laughing even when tiny spider-Peter shoots him a heated glare. 

Loki sighs and shakes his head. “I am truly, incredibly sorry,” His expression is wrought with the deepest sympathy as he starts walking past them to look out the window. He faces away from them, eyes empty and sad as he gazes out into the inky black night. “The only thing that can reverse this spell is…” He pauses, looking back at them, brows pinched together. “Is a true love’s kiss.”

Everyone stares at him with wide eyes. The room is deathly quiet. 

Peter and MJ exchange horrified glances.

But then Loki breaks, and through his intense laughter he concedes, “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. Oh, you should have seen your faces!”

Everyone seems to laugh at that as well, though some aren’t sure whether or not it was actually funny. 

And then, casting a green spark at Peter, Loki turns him back into a human. 

Peter’s struck by that same blinding light and tingling feeling, and with a  pop, he’s back to normal, his arms wrapped around MJ’s neck as she holds him bridal style. The cup that was once containing him sits on his head for a second before tumbling to the ground. He steps down from her arms, his own hands patting his chest, his legs, his arms, his face, making sure it’s all there. 

He finally smiles, surprised expression turning to one of pure excitement and relief. He turns to his wonderful, smart, genius girlfriend. “MJ! It’s me!”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh my God. I know, you loser.” 

He pulls her into a strong embrace, picking her up and spinning her around. “It’s been so long,” he murmurs. 

“You were a spider for ten hours.”

They both pull back, and he stares deeply into her eyes. “Ten hours too long.”

“Shut up,” she teases, shutting him up with a sound, real kiss. 

When they part, there’s a thoughtful expression on her face; her brow furrowed, head titling slightly. 

“What?” Peter asks.

MJ shakes her head, and her smile returns, though her eyes remain calculating. “Nothing,” she replies. “Just…” She looks at him for a little longer, affectionately running her hand over the side of his face, along his jaw, finally stopping to cup his chin. 

She smiles. 

“I think you had more facial hair as a spider.”

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Leonard suggests wiping out or definitely lessening how much alcohol you drink a little while to perceive how you feel. The experience could make you consider switching around your drinking propensities on the off chance that you notice an improvement in your personal satisfaction with less assimilating.

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Godfathers-- Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader (part two)

Request; “Could I get a plantonic X Reader where the reader is pregnant (with a ex-boyfriend’s baby) and Aziraphale and Crowley are very protective of them and the reader unexpectly goes into labor at Azzy’s shop and Crowley attempts to drive everyone to to hospital. And I say attempt as Reader ends up giving birth in Crowley’s car due to traffic.” (anon)

Warnings; none! :)

Word Count; 2.4k

Notes; the wait is finally over! sorry it’s taken me so long to post lol ALSO sorry if it’s not very accurate? i don't know anything about pregnancy, I just know what google tells me lol

"Crowley, are you sure? I really don't want to be a bother," you mumbled. He scoffed and shook his head. He tucked one of the bags he was holding under his arm, allowing himself to better talk with his hand.

"You'll only be a bother if you trash the place. Or be nice to my plants." Crowley paused. He pointed at you before giving you a stern look. "Don't be nice to them. They don't deserve it." You snorted, assuming he was joking. He opened the door to his apartment and motioned you in. You followed him inside, marveling at the place. Everything was spic and span, totally immaculate.

"Beautiful place you've got," you complimented. The tiniest smile crossed Crowley's lips.

His apartment didn't obey the normal laws of physics. It was a bit like the Tardis. The inside made the outside look unbelievable. Crowley was able to change bits of it as he pleased. In this case, he was able to add on an extra bedroom just for you. He set the bags he was carrying on the foot of the bed, glancing around the room before nodding in approval. He always considered himself good at interior design, though he'd never tell anyone that. "A friend of mine is bringing some dinner by. I just ordered some takeout, hope you don't mind." When you shook your head, he continued, "Good. Now, the entire place is soundproofed, so you can vent... or scream... or cry... or whatever it is people do after a heartbreak."

"Thank you, Crowley. I really appreciate it." He nodded and sauntered out of the room, leaving you to unpack your belongings.

You were changing into some more comfortable clothes when you heard muffled voices from the other side of the bedroom door. The rational, mature part of your mind told you that it would be rude to eavesdrop, but the curious, monkey side of your brain kept chanting about how you should listen in. It's not difficult to understand which side won. You pressed your ear against the door, straining to catch some of their conversation.

"...doing is nice, Crowley."

"Oh, shut up."

"You know, if you could whip up a whole new room, you could have miricaled a couch. Or at least another chair or two." Your brows furrowed. Miracles?

"Well, I wasn't thinking about that, Aziraphale. I've never had someone else stay here before!"

"Lucky for you, I have an idea since it'd be too obvious to add any new furniture at this point... Bean bags!"

"No. Absolutely not. I will not allow those abominations in my flat." You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing. As much as you wanted to stay in hiding and hear where the conversation would go next, your stomach's demonstration of whale noises reminded you that that was not an option. You slowly pulled the door open, poking your head out and glancing around. Crowley had his back to you, but the newcomer caught sight of you from over Crowley's shoulder. He flashed you a bright smile. At the time, you didn't know him very well, but you recognized him from his occasional visits to Crowley's. His fluffy hair and out of date clothing choices made him hard to forget.

"Hello, my dear. It's wonderful to see you, though I wish it were under better circumstances," Aziraphale hummed as he approached you. He pulled you into an embrace. Normally, you wouldn't want a person you hardly knew to touch you, but Aziraphale was like a ball of sunshine. He was incredibly comforting, something which you desperately needed at the moment. "Come along, let's get you something to eat before the food gets cold!"

The three of you divvied out the takeout. Crowley led you into what you assumed was his office slash living room, which hardly had any furniture in it at all. You and Aziraphale plopped onto two beanbags, and Crowley sprawled across a chair that looked more like a throne. He turned on the television, and Aziraphale raised a brow at him when Golden Girls came across the screen. "Again? My boy, how many times have you watched this series?" Crowley threw his arms up dramatically.

"It's not like I choose it every time! The TV has a mind of its own. And besides, it's a good show."

"You can't use that excuse for everything, Crowley. You're starting to turn into the boy who cried wolf." The red-head scoffed at the notion.

"Please, Aziraphale," he scoffed before turning to look at you, "What do you think about Golden Girls?"

"I've heard the name, but I've never actually seen it before." Crowley's eyebrows shot up as his posture went rigid.

"Never? Here I was, thinking you were a person of sensible taste. This must be fixed immediately." He pressed a button on the remote, flipping through the channels until he found one playing the very first episode. Aziraphale sighed and sank further into the bean bag chair. He shoveled the yellow rice into his mouth as Crowley animatedly explained to you the wonderful show that is Golden Girls.

At first, the plan was to stay at Crowley's until you were able to get back on your feet and find a place of your own. But with only a part-time job and a child on the way, you weren't sure how you were going to afford it. Aziraphale could sense your growing anxiety and suggested you stay with one of them until you felt ready to move out. You gladly accepted the invitation, having grown close to them since you first moved in. The three of you had spent many nights drinking non-alcoholic beverages and binging Golden Girls, and you always enjoyed popping into Aziraphale's bookshop. It took a lot of convincing, but you finally managed to get him to help you organize the mess of books that were piled around. The more time you spent around them, the more you realized that they weren't so human. I mean, they weren't exactly hiding it. It's a miracle more people didn't put it together.

Aziraphale thought it would be a good idea to check up on Adam. They couldn't just leave him completely alone, him being the anti-christ and all. So the three of you piled into the Bentley and made your way to Tadfield. You and your rather large belly took up a majority of the backseat. Traffic was terrible, as usual, but you made it through with the help of one of your favorite snacks at the moment-- a sauerkraut sandwich. Just two pieces of bread with sauerkraut in between. It grossed out Aziraphale and Crowley, but they knew better than to face the wrath of a pregnant person... especially after they saw how your emotions constantly changed. One moment you were crying over not being able to open a pickle jar by yourself, and the next you were screaming at your phone for charging too slow. Needless to say, they were afraid of being the target of your mood swings.

Crowley led the way through Hogback Wood, while you and Aziraphale walked arm-in-arm behind him. "Please be careful with our lunch, dear." The angel grimaced every time the wicker basket was swung.

"Calm down, Aziraphale. Nothings going to happen to the food," Crowley groaned, "Their hideout is right down here. They'll probably be playing with prop swords or whatnot." You could hear the group of children shouting. Sure enough, they came into view and were swinging long sticks at each other. A boy with brown, curly locked pointed his stick toward you all.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

"Sir Crowley Hellion, accompanied by Lord Aziraphale Inamorato. We brought along our guest, the kind (Y/F/N)." The demon and angel bowed, playing along with the game. You, on the other hand, were too hot and had too big of a belly to be doing such. Instead, you just waved at them. The rest of the group of children appeared, all eyeing the three of you suspiciously.

"What's in the basket?" a boy with dirt all over his face asked. Crowley held up the basket in question, raising a brow.

"Sandwiches."

"For all of us?"

"Yup."

"Did they make 'em?" He pointed his stick towards you. Aziraphale shook his head.

"No, I did." All of the children seemed relieved by this.

"Good. I heard pregnant people like to eat weird stuff on their sandwiches." They all gathered around Crowley as he handed one to each of them.

"You're telling me," he muttered under his breath. Which, thanks so your pregnant superhuman capabilities, didn't escape your hearing.

"Sorry, Crowley, what was that?" The demon froze like a deer caught in headlights. He stuttered for a moment, trying to come up with something clever and not insulting to say. You laughed and pat him on the shoulder. "Calm down! I'm just teasing. Now, hand me one of those sandwiches so I can go sit down. My back is killing me."

Everyone gathered near their fort and ate lunch. You were beginning to have stomach pains, but you blamed it on the sauerkraut combined with all the walking you did. The Them, as you learned they were called, explained the game they were playing. Adam was playing as Henry VIII, Brian and Wensleydale were guards, and Pepper was one of his many wives to be beheaded. The twist? She fought back, not wanting to come to her untimely end just because she was unable to bear a son. "So, what're you having?" Pepper asked.

"A girl," you answered fondly. Three of the Them smiled and congratulated you, but Adam leaned back and sighed.

"Sorry, guess that means you'll have to be beheaded." The children all started giggling, and Crowley snorted. You grimaced, putting a hand on your stomach. Aziraphale watched you worriedly. He placed a gentle hand on your arm.

"Are you alright?" Adam's brows knit together.

"I was just joking. We're not really beheading you." You waved him off.

"Don't worry about it, love. Just having a spell of contractions is all." Crowley leaned forward. Worry filled his features.

"Is the baby coming? Already? Should we leave?" You laughed before grimacing again.

"No, I don't think she's coming yet. I'm not due for another three weeks. But I think it probably is a good idea to head back."

The two helped you back to the Bentley, with the Them trailing behind out of curiosity. Thankfully, you didn't have to walk terribly far. Crowley had managed to park nearby just in case of a moment like this. You all piled into the car and waved the children goodbye. Crowley peeled out of  Tadfield, causing Aziraphale to look even more concerned. As you got closer to London, the traffic worsened and so did your contractions. The three of you were sitting in a standstill, and you were groaning in pain in the backseat.

"You know, we've got car parks everywhere... McDonald's, supermarkets, stadiums... the fucking M25!" Crowley screeched, gripping the steering wheel and shaking himself back and forth.

"Crowley! Your screaming is not helping!" Aziraphale huffed.

"Could the both of you please shut up so I can focus on not imploding?" Concern settled deeper into Aziraphale's features, and a hiss escaped Crowley's lips.

"I think we're running out of time," the angel whispered. "We need a miracle." Crowley gave him a look, and Aziraphale nodded. The demon sighed, taking the angel's hand in his own. Reality seemed to warble around the Bentley, which caused you to feel even worse. You ended up hurling, and Crowley let out a string of swears at the sight. "Look! We're at the hospital. Let's get them taken care of before we worry about a perfectly cleanable mess, hm?"

"Fine, but you better be naming this kid after me for all I've been through!"

The two helped you inside to get taken care of, and they were with you for every step of the way. Several hours later, you held your daughter in your arms. She clutched onto Aziraphale's finger, causing him to smile wider than you had ever seen before. Crowley stood behind the angel, trying to look like he wasn't paying much attention and clearly failing. You offered to let him hold the baby, and he accepted without a moment of hesitation. As you watched him carefully cradle the little girl in his arms, you figured this would be the perfect moment to propose the idea you've been harboring for the past month. "I've been thinking about how much you guys have helped me. I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for you two. So, I was wondering if maybe the both of you would like to make our little family official by being the godfathers?" Aziraphale gasped, eyes widening. He excitedly looked to Crowley.

"Oh, my dear! Did you hear that? Us... godfathers!" Crowley didn't reply. He just froze for a moment. A tinge of worry went through you. You didn't even consider the possibility of him not wanting to be a godfather. You and Aziraphale shared a look before continuing to stare at Crowley.

"Ngk," he sniffled, "don't look at me. Here, angel, take the kid." Crowley passed the baby off to Aziraphale before furiously rubbing his eyes. You sat up a little more.

"Are you... crying!"

"No!" he said with a defensive hiss. "Okay, maybe I am... just a little... You seriously want me to be a godfather? I can understand him. He's a literal angel, but I'm a demon why would you want me?" You sighed, leaning back into the pillows.

"Crowley, you were the one who was there for me when I needed someone, and you were the one who took me in when I had nowhere to go. Of course, I want you to be my daughter's godfather. I couldn't think of anyone else."

The demon sniffled for a few more minutes before finally composing himself. He watched the infant be placed in the bassinette and smiled. A true, genuine smile. Crowley gently touched the baby's cheek, leaning closer. "Don't worry. I'll try to be a good godfather. If it's the last thing I do, I'll make sure you have a good life, okay?"

~*~*~

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[kimmiherself]

CHAPTER ONE: THE BOYFRIEND

I knew I wasn't crazy but I could be a little control freak and a tad bit obsessive-compulsive at times. I had a tendency to get anxious if things around me weren't organized. I couldn't ask the world to keep it that way for me but I could control my environment. I always kept my bedroom clean and in order, with all my books and stationaries piled up neatly on my side table, my dresser a display of beautiful things I had collected over the years—cute buttons, old jewelries, broken pearls and other beads, a ballpen with green feathers attached to one side and a matching notebook that was my diary, along with the array of headbands and hairclips, as well as my hygiene products, while every other nook of my bedroom—even the ceiling—showcased my collections of stuffed toys and every other cute and green thing that matched the mint-colored walls and linens. I didn't have much but I had decent clothes that consisted mostly of t-shirts and pants—I never liked to wear anything without a sleeve. I'd pile them up neatly in my closet, with the width of the folds always uniform and parallel to each other. I always kept everything in order and I would immediately notice if something had been moved or wasn't in its place. That's just who I was. Things should be planned. Things should be organized. And it was frustrating whenever things didn't go my way.

But there were things that I didn't plan but surprised me, anyway. Like meeting my boyfriend, Matthew.

I first met him at an inter-school event. I was in second year of high school and he was in his last. We both went to private schools  but in different districts. When our schools decided to work together for a radio broadcasting competition, I had to team up with Matt's group for a few days before the actual event and literally holed up in one room with the group for another day or two during the actual event, which was hosted in another school.

He barely caught my eyes at first. Meeting new people was awkward and a little difficult for me. I mostly kept to myself and only talked if asked to. Until I noticed those little giggles erupting around me and the looks the other members of the group shot each other, which was becoming more and more distracting each day. This guy, the group's leader, would just shrug it off. When our eyes met one time, he gave me an apologetic smile, which only brought more giggles from the others. I froze and, suddenly, became very self-conscious. I didn't want to assume but I believed the group was teasing him about me, which brought out conflicting feelings from within me.

I always tried to look neat and presentable, as if I had a mother doing that for me just as how my friends' mothers seemed to be doing to their kids, but that didn't mean I was confident to say I was pretty. Honestly, I believed I looked at least average. My long, straight hair was a product of my yearly visit to the salon. I hated every wave and curl of my hair so I kept them straight by acquiring the magical services of hairdressers. My face was too simple that it wouldn't stand out in the crowd. My eyes too large. My lips too full. My height average. I also hadn't shed most of the baby fats in my midsection and it was one thing I really disliked about myself. Well, to keep the points even, my skin was naturally fair. It just wasn't as fair as Kendra's—the person I'd hate to compare myself with the most.

Kendra topped the long list of girls at school who had brought up my insecurities. People claimed she was the prettiest. Her skin the fairest. Her face the most angelic. Her voice could even summon the angels if she'd like. Her dance the most graceful. Her body a perfect structure. And when I knew some boy I had a crush on liked her first, I flipped. I claimed not to mind but I did. I kind of felt embarrassed to sit next to her. She was a year younger than I was but we mostly ended up performing in various events together. There was one time I was called to become one of her back-up dancers during a competition and it really irked me. For days, I wondered how nice it would be to switch places with her. I believed I was the better dancer. I couldn't sing, though. And she really was beautiful—I paled in comparison to her. But the thought was a bitter pill to swallow. I kind of hated her for being too perfect. Kendra really brought out the worst in me, and she didn't even know.

Someone liking me was both confusing and unbelievable to me. There was only one boy who openly showed his feelings to me, and sure I liked him too. For a while, I was obsessed with him and of our budding friendship. But the moment someone made a comment about me growing taller and bigger than he was, my feelings died out like a candle blown. And he liked Kendra first. Like most boys in school did. It just also didn't sit well with me to become someone's consolation prize because he didn't win the grand prize. Aaron was a good guy, though. My insecurities just gnawed on me.

Matthew's appearance to my life was unexpected but pleasant. The teasing during the competition even intensified when Matthew called my name during script-reading instead of someone else's. Suddenly, I was hyperaware of his presence. I knew where he was in the room without looking. I anticipated hearing his voice during practices. And I had become exceedingly conscious of myself when he was there. I realized how magnetic his eyes were behind those thin slits and how sheepish his smile was. And it unnerved me whenever he chose to throw that smile at me. When the actual competition came, he stood next to me and it was the closest he ever was with me during the entire event. We never talked, though. We only ever had our timid stares whenever our eyes met.

While we never talked during those first few days, we spent months and months of talking through the phone during the duration of our relationship. It started with friendly chats and warm conversations. He would always throw compliments at me and say he was very lucky I was giving him any attention. I felt luckier. I never knew having someone to listen to all my internal dialogues was that satisfying. The constant communication bound us together despite the aching distance. He wrote the most romantic messages and the most heartfelt promises that I fell in love with him almost instantly. He was pretty poetic but always sounded so mature. He took up Mass Communication in college and I thought it suited him best. Matt had his way with words...and words were all we had for each other.

For almost two years of being together, we had only met four times. The first time was during the earliest part of our relationship. There was an event at school and he surprised me by visiting. I ruined that when I just screamed upon seeing him and ran home. I literally ran away, dragging one of my friends with me. It took only a second and I was gone.

The second was unexpected. My mother had to process some documents in the city for her flight back to work. My sister and I went looking for a copier machine and, lo and behold, Matt was standing in the middle of a busy alley, his gaze locked on mine. Everything around us seemed to move in slow motion as I stared back at him, my heart beating erratically. I couldn't even remember if we talked. The fear of having us found out by my parents superseded my excitement so, again, I rushed away as fast as possible.

The third time we met lasted about thirty minutes. We had our first date. A really short one, though. I snuck away from our school event to meet him at lunch. It wasn't even a real lunch, but I couldn't care less. Finally, I was with him. I had been wanting to see him for what seemed like forever. While we talked endlessly on the phone, we barely did in real life. I was shy, awkward, and couldn't even mutter a word without stuttering. I had been trying to write our love story that time and I wanted him to read it. I was hesitant at first but he was already so curious that he had to read it. I watched his lips twitch a few times as his eyes scanned my words, and I felt the contents of my stomach trying to come back up. It was embarrassing. I didn't know what he thought about it but seeing him smile somehow calmed my nerves. It was the shortest date ever that one could hardly call it a date. But he was sweet and a real gentleman too. He never even touched my hand, which I had been hoping he would. I wanted to hold him...to feel he was there. Like he was real. Like what we had was real. It was weird how close it felt we were on the phone but how distant we actually were in real life. I started thinking about the reality of it all. Was I just hallucinating things? Did he really love me back? I started to doubt everything.

The fourth time we met was in the city. I had to attend to an overnight school activity and the morning after I had to sneak away to see him. No one knew about it. The sun had just been up and I had to see him in my pajamas for I was still waiting for my turn in the bathroom. We met outside the dormitory my group was staying at and sat on a bench nearby. I had started wearing my prescription glasses by that time and regretted doing so when he asked me about it. I probably looked hideous. I hadn't even taken my bath yet. Everything that morning just made me feel so embarrassed once again. We were together for like ten minutes, with me just squirming in my seat as he looked at me. Again, I couldn't remember what we talked about—if we ever did, but I remembered him taking off his black rubber bracelet that had a knot in the middle and slid it up my wrist. "To remind you of me," he said. As if he ever left my mind. The slight grazing of his skin over mine was enough to make me dizzy and it didn't help that my heart was pumping like crazy. He left shortly after that, seeing we both had full days waiting for us. And when he waved his final goodbye, he said he loved me.

I loved him too.

But being Matthew's girlfriend wasn't entirely easy. As a matter of fact, it was too difficult and too complicated that I always found myself crying at night. It was because of this relationship that I met loneliness and learned it was a terrible companion.

Being in college and living in the city away from his family hadn't always been easy for Matthew. He had dreams and he had been doing his best to achieve them, even if it meant he had to take part-time jobs here and there just to support his education. He was always responsible and I never knew anyone who worked as hard he did. Even in high school, he already part-timed as a radio DJ. I was very proud of him. He inspired me to work very hard myself so I could reach my dreams too, although him working that hard meant our relationship would be put to the least of his priorities. I knew I mattered to him...he just didn't have the time for me yet.

And it left me wrecked. He had broken up with me multiple times that I lost count already. He told me he couldn't keep a relationship while life was beating the hell out of him and added I was too young and too naive to even understand. But he couldn't seem to leave me alone for long too. It was that uncertainty that kept me awake at night. He said he loved me even after dumping me. He said I'd just have to hold on and wait for him to be ready. He said we'd be together once I finished high school—he let me promise that one. Matt said I'd just have to be patient.

Then he would disappear for weeks.

Those days were torture to me.

Loneliness started eating me. I'd wake up feeling nothing and I would go to bed feeling like the world just crashed on my shoulders. There were days I'd wreck everything in my bedroom and I'd snap at anyone who tried to come near me. There were days that I hated everyone, even my friends at school, and just holed up in the library after class. But mostly, I'd cry myself to sleep. And it didn't help that every song on the radio seemed to mock me. Then I'd start feeling like sleeping and never wanting to wake up.

I tried to forget him and focused all my attention to school, and it became an obsession. When mother was talking about possible universities and colleges for me, she mentioned I could go to the country's capital and study there. But flying across the country, stretching the distance between Matt and I into thousands and thousands of kilometers, wasn't an option for me. Despite the uncertainties and the heartaches, I'd rather be near him, like a moth ever so tempted to embrace the flame.

There was only one college for me. My brother said it was one of the best and it was in the same city as Matt's. I wasn't actually looking forward to become a nurse but I also didn't have anything I particularly liked at the moment. I was merely following my brother's footsteps and it didn't sound so bad at all. But to get to that college, I would have to ensure my scholarship that promised a hundred percent off the tuition fee, even though I never once had been pressured by my family about it. I just didn't want to add to my mother's burden and it also made me feel good to study at a college with the word best attached to it. So I had been studying really hard and I had also been joining all the extra-curricular activities that would hopefully earn me points and help me graduate at the top of my class. For a while, it took my mind off my broken heart.

But, as I said, Matthew couldn't leave me alone for long. He would pop right back up when I had started getting used to his absence. It was becoming exhausting but I couldn't seem to let go of him too, so I'd jump back again to this vicious cycle.

Five months and I'd be off to college. Matthew and I had gotten back together and jumpstarted our relationship once again. It was as exhausting as ever but the thought of seeing him at the end of this waiting game was enough to keep me going. Matthew had becoming more and more distant and inattentive each passing day but I believed he was just really busy tossing himself between school and work that he could hardly find the time to check his phone. Still, I couldn't help but wallow in his absence. He even forgot about my birthday and it crushed me so hard. He promised he'd see me but it never happened. I tried getting his attention though, but it was worthless. I only looked like a clingy, immature, whining little girl who couldn't wait to get her candy.

I knew I'd been really annoying but Matt was still sweet and kind with his words whenever he found the time to check up on me. "You know you're my sunshine, right?" he asked once, in between my silly attempts of getting his attention. I didn't actually know how he had been doing and it made me feel guilty. I hoped I'd brought him more happiness than headaches. "We'll be together soon. You just have to wait," he always said. And those were the words I held on to.

Soon.

Very soon.

[femaleorgasmblueprintorgasmarts]

Female Orgasm Blueprint | Orgasm Arts By Jason Julius

Male climax, as in cards, never tells you what hand you'll be managed straightaway. "It's all probable," as is commonly said, "until you set down." You hear what I'm saying. You quit gasping after a climax, pause and rest a smidgen, and your darling says, "Goodness! What was that about?"

"Holy cow, I don't have any acquaintance with." You shake it off and attempt to recall before your climax. "It just appeared unexpectedly! The closures of my fingers are as yet shivering. It seemed like it could never end." You shiver a bit. "I'm as yet not certain it has, yet."

There are face cards and there are numbered cards. Some male climaxes, I'd say qualify as a face card. The tones and configuration truly stick out and you will in general put those person sexual sensations in their very own class.

As an essayist, an understudy of male sexuality and a common person, I oppose putting names and names on something as powerful, baffling and phenomenal as a person's climax. Yet, let's be honest, our climaxes arrive in an assortment pack and we can become familiar with a ton about ourselves, our adoration making and our sexual development in the event that we simply give slightly bid more regard for male sexual experience instead of "simply getting one off."

The Male Full Body Orgasm

This is the enormous kahuna of a person climax. The male full body climax is in all probability the model the fella above experienced. This is the benevolent you fall into instead of siphon up to. She's most likely previously come and you are getting a charge out of the long ride of kissing, stroking and profound, moderate pushing that endures long. You're extremely loose, yet unbelievably stimulated and shockingly ready to defer discharge. This is on the grounds that you kept down toward the start of intercourse and your incitement and spotlight wasn't just on your penis. It was fanned out. Presently, it appears you can have intercourse for eternity. What's more, you presumably can.

This climax has a focal point excessive in your crotch. It very well may be anyplace - your midsection, your butt, your thighs. You will not know till it comes. At the point when the full body climax comes, it doesn't appear to begin with discharge, however a profound internal groan that expansions in plentifulness, and moves like a seismic tremor contacting your limits. It can start to die down a piece, yet don't stop in light of the fact that there's in every case more with this sort.

Male G-Spot Orgasm

The male G-spot climax is once in a while alluded to as a prostate climax in light of the fact that your male G-spot is found in your prostate organ. On the off chance that you slip a lubed finger into your rectum. You can feel the prostate just as it's wowing sensation. It's simply an inch or two in toward your front. Loads of folks utilize butt-centric toys both in lovemaking and male masturbation to encounter a male G-spot climax.

A male G-spot climax is fiery yet profound like a rich red wine. For ladies, sexual experience is generally inside, and we consider fellow sex insight as just outside. With a G-spot climax, you experience that inside vibe that is not completely acquired through penis incitement. A pleasant benny to the G-spot climax is that they can undoubtedly be products which go back and forth like waves on a beach.

Ejaculatory Orgasm

An ejaculatory climax is solid. Men can call up an ejaculatory climax from a couple of moments to a matter of a couple of moments. It's the sort of climax that exudes either just from your penis or at most from your crotch and very little past. A large portion of the joy you appreciate from an ejaculatory climax is from the spouting sensation you feel from the semen ousting from your penis. Also, the more the better.

Non-Ejaculatory Orgasm

For what reason would I not have any desire to discharge? Since a non-ejaculatory climax permits you the advantage to climax, have intercourse, jerk off or whatever else you like to accomplish however long you need. Most folks experience a time-frame after discharge during which they truly don't feel similar as sex. In the event that you postpone your discharge till later or work tomorrow, you appreciate non-ejaculatory climax.

The more you have intercourse, spread your center, and loosen up your muscles, your orgasmic reaction will fabricate. First you feel the shuddering in your stomach or crotch as you hang on the edge of discharge, however you dial down and postpone it, the sensations come all the more much of the time and with more prominent force till you can say these are certainly climaxes - less serious, yet climaxes. You play on the edge like a bird of prey on the breeze till you choose you've had enough.

Thoughtful Orgasm

You wind up lost in climax in a spot a lot greater than you are. Insightful climax is profound. You can't characterize it such a great amount by how it feels as you characterize it by where your center is in the experience. In the event that your emphasis is on an option that could be bigger than an actual encounter, and your longing to interface with somebody outside of yourself, you're edging into scrutinizing climax an area. Tragically, a large number of us gruffly partition our profound daily routines from sexual lives, yet when you permit God to be available in your sexuality, you realize that climax is without a doubt otherworldly.

Male Multiple Orgasm

Male different climaxes introduce themselves in practically the entirety of the above encounters aside from potentially the ejaculatory climax. It resembles going to the dance. Assuming you will move every one of the moves, you'll need to remain the entire evening. Different climax isn't probably going to occur for you on the off chance that you quit too early. You must give it time, center and permit yourself to fall into it. Like the dance, every one gets more fun.

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[fresh-outta-jams]

What’s Going On?

Chen x Reader

Author: MoRo

Summary: You thought you were dating a normal guy who worked a 9 to 5 office job and worked lots of overtime. You were so unbelievably wrong. Chen x Reader

Note: hi all!! It’s been a hot minute! I’ve been wanting to write an Exo mafia au ever since Love Shot came out but life got in the way and I’ve been super unmotivated to write. Hopefully I’ll be writing a fic for each member but here’s Chen’s first since his just kinda poured out of me one night.

Warnings: Really just fluff but some minor stressful moments 

 Word Count: 3kish

Keys clinking, you push open your apartment door with a sigh. Inside you rest one hand on the door frame, as you balance to take your shoes off.

You throw your keys in the container on the shelf and hang your bag and coat up. Letting go of another sigh, you run your hands through your hair and walk into the living room.

Glancing around the room you noticed your boyfriend isn't back yet. "He probably is working over time again .."  You put a hand on your stomach and walk into the kitchen, thinking of getting dinner ready. "Ah I should ask just in case he is going to be home for dinner."  You pull out your phone and click on your boyfriend's number.

"Hello? What do you need baby?" Your boyfriend asks softly. You smile at the sound of his voice. "I was wondering if you would be home for dinner. I have a surprise for you."  

There's silence for a little bit and then Chen begins to speak again. "Ah ... I don't think so. I'll probably be home late again tonight. I'm sorry love ..." You sigh but understand. "I understand, I'll make enough for leftovers."

"Thank you Y / N. I'll try to be home soon so you can tell me about the surprise. I love you." He tells you. "Mmmm I love you too Chen."  The call ends with a soft click.

You sigh lightly again and rub your stomach. "We'll just have to wait a little longer to tell daddy about you." You whisper to the little baby growing.

Turning some music on, you begin to make dinner. You get so wrapped into dinner that you barely register the sound of the door closing. "Oh are you home already Chen?"  You call out from the kitchen.

Silence answers you.

"Chen?"  You call out again.

All of a sudden a big man rushes at you and grabs your arms, pinning them to your sides. You struggle against him. "What are you doing?! Who are you!? Get away from me!" You yell and kick at the perpetrator, yelling for help.

All you can think of is your unborn child and you fight harder.

The man picks you up and throws you down, hard. Your head cracks against the kitchen floor, making your vision go blurry and spots blink in and out.

You fight for consciousness as the man looms closer. "Chen ..."  You croak.

A loud bang resonates through the house and the man suddenly falls next to you, blood splattering on you. Standing behind him was Chen, holding a still smoking gun.

The man holding the gun looked like your boyfriend but you didn't recognize those eyes. Those were the eyes of a cold, calculated killer. The eyes of someone who knew what he was doing and who had done this many times before.  

"C-chen? W-where did you learn to shoot a gun?"  You scrambled back away from your boyfriend and the now cooling body of your attacker. Chen takes a step towards you and reaches his free hand out.

"Y/N are you okay? Did he hurt you?" His eyes changed, now back to your Chen, full of concern for you. You ignore him and your eyes flick to the gun still in his hand. He notices you looking at the gun and puts it down on the counter.

"A-ah about that ..." He steps closer to you, grabbing your hands and pulling you up to your feet. "I'm so so sorry Y / N ... I didn't want any of this to happen to you .. but we have to go now."

Chen grips you tight to keep you upright. "W-what do you mean?" You ask, head still hurting.

"I can't explain now but I can later. But right now we need to leave. Are you okay? Can you walk?" He pulls away so he can inspect you. You nod. "Yeah, I'm okay, just shaken up."

He nods. "Good, good. I'm going to need you to pack a bag and anything precious to you. Quickly."

You shake your head, still so confused. "Chen, what is going on? I'm not going anywhere until you tell me."

"I don't have time to explain everything right now but I will once I get you safe. Please Y/N, just trust me and go pack quickly." You can see the fear in his eyes and understand. Nodding again, you stumble to your bedroom and begin to pack. As you are packing you can overhear Chen on the phone.

"Hey hyung, I'm gonna need some help. They attacked Y/N .... no no he's taken care of but now they know where we live .... Is that okay? Thank you. Can you send someone too, I have to make sure Y/N is safe .... Okay thank you, see you soon. " He ends the call and walks into your shared bedroom.

"Y/N .." He preps. "I'm going to take you somewhere safe now. Some of my friends are going to come clean up the m- I mean take care of the attacker." He walks into the bedroom and grabs your suitcase. "Is this everything?" You nod.

Chen grabs your hand and squeezes it tightly. "Everything is going to be okay. I promise."  

Leading you outside, Chen puts your suitcase into the trunk along with his. You wonder when he had the time to pack his. Before you can ask him, he hands you a black blindfold. "I don't want you to have to do this but it's for your safety." He gently puts it in your hands.

"Why? What is this for?" You ask, just holding the blindfold.

"Because you can't know where the hideout is in case something happens ..." He answers while looking over his shoulder in the dark of the parking garage.

"The hideout? In case something happens?"

Chen turns and looks at you again with pleading eyes. "Y/N, I asked you to trust me. I will explain everything once we're safe but right now we aren't."

The look in his eyes makes your stomach kick and you think of the unborn child growing there. Sighing, you try to put the blindfold on with shaky hands. Once your eyes are covered and darkness surrounds you, Chen puts the car in drive and drives up the ramp to leave the parking garage.

With your eyes covered, your sense of hearing is heightened. The clicking of the turn signal and the rumble of the engine is almost too loud. You grab blindly for Chen's hand to ground yourself now that you have time to actually think about everything that happened. You feel him grasp it and bring it up to his lips for a light kiss.

"How are you doing love?" Chen asks in a soft soothing voice.

You breathe and focus on the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hand in yours. "Better .. I'm just so confused and overwhelmed ..."

You hear Chen let out a soft sigh. "I know and I'm sorry for that ... everything will make sense soon." He squeezes your hand and rests it on his thigh.

You're unsure of how much time as passed but then you feel Chen parking the car and you make a move to take your blindfold off but he grabs your wrist lightly.

"Not yet Y/N, not until we get inside. Stay still please and I'll help you get out." You nod and drop your hand into your lap.

The car door opens up and you feel Chen get out. Then you hear the trunk pop open and Chen getting your suitcases out. Feeling for your seat belt, you unbuckle it and feel for the door lock, popping it up.

You hear another set of footsteps and your back stiffens, scared. "Ah Sehun thank you." You hear Chen talk to the mystery footsteps.

"Sehun? Why is he here?" You think to yourself. You knew Chen worked with Sehun and he would sometimes come over for dinner but wondered you why he was here, wherever here was.

Then you hear Sehun walk away and the suitcases rolling behind him.

Chen's footsteps click softly as he walks over and helps you out of the car. "Let's go Y/N." You let him lead you up some steps and through a doorway where he then takes off your blindfold. You squint and blink as your eyes readjust to the light. Slowly, your surroundings come into view.

Sehun looks at you with a goofy grin. "Hi Noona." You go to wack him but refrain. He flinches and giggles some. Looking around, you see a nicely furnished living room with comfy maroon couches and chairs. A large staircase in in front of you and behind Sehun. You can see other rooms and hallways as you continue looking around.

Turning to Chen, you narrow your eyes and put your hands on your hips. "You have a ton of explaining to do."

Chen hangs his head and rubs the back of his neck then looks back up at you. "You're right I do."

"Sehun please take our stuff up to an empty room while I talk to Y/N." Sehun nods and starts to drag your suitcases up the stairs. Chen then grabs your hand and leads you into the living room.

He sits down on one of the plush couches and drags you gently down beside him.

"Okay first things first ... I've been lying to you for a little while. Not a bad lie!" He prefaces with hands up in surrender as he sees your brows furrow and fists tighten. You calm down and let him explain.

"I do have an office job like I told you when we first started dating but it's not exactly a normal office job ..." He starts to twists his hands in a nervous habit.

"Do you not work at Exodus then? Is that a lie?" You ask unsure what is fact and fiction anymore.

Chen looks at you and grabs your hands. "No I do work for Suho's company Exodus in the Chinese division but I'm a hacker and a spy occasionally for him. But Exodus is also a gang, the company is a cover-up for it. Those 'business trips' for the company are normally when he needs me to go gather information.”

Now pieces are starting to fall into place for you. "WAIT a gang ??? Is that why you go to China a lot sometimes?"

Chen nods, "Yeah because I can speak Mandarin better than some of the other guys. Other than Lay obviously. But gang sounds bad. More like I'm in an...organization."

You roll your eyes a bit at “organization” but nod, indicating for him to go on. "I did meet Suho when we were younger like I told you a while ago." You remembered his handsome boss who you would see occasionally.

"In high school, I got bored and learned how to hack our school's computers so I could unblock websites to play games. That later developed into me hacking into our school's grading system so I could change grades for people. I started to have people pay me to change their grades and I almost got caught if it weren't for Suho who pinned it on another kid who was doing the same so it looked like it was just him. He told me he couldn't have me going to jail because he needed me. I'm not proud of what I did but I needed money ... " Chen hangs his head some but looks up at you through his lashes.

Your heart tugs at his story, understanding how it is when you're desperate for money. "It's okay Chen ..." You say softly and stroke his hand. He gives you a gentle smile and continues with his tale.

"Suho was already the leader of Exodus at 19 but I didn't know that until he broke down to me one day and explained everything because he had no one. He was my best friend so I listened. Afterwards, I vowed to always stand by him and support him. He then told me about this academy I should enroll in. It was an underground academy that trained spies and hackers. He thought I should take my natural talent and hone it more. So I did. That's why I know how to shoot a gun." Chen looked at you, gauging your reaction but you were curious as to how this continued so he pressed on.

"After the academy I officially joined Exodus. Everyone left after his father died and joined his father's second in command in the Korean division. They all thought Suho was too young and weak. His father had left him the Chinese branch but no one believed in him or his abilities. But I did so I joined and stood by his side. It was also beneficial since I studied Mandarin while we were in high school. I don't always enjoy the work I have to do ... you know I'm not a violent person but I'm loyal to those I care about... I kept this all from you because I wanted to keep you safe so you could live a normal life and not have to keep looking over your shoulder. " He finally took a breath and studied your face at his confession.

So much was just thrown at you and you were trying to process it all. Sorting through things, questions started to arise. It was wild to you that your normally passive and gentle boyfriend was in a gang. That he knew how to hack and shoot a gun and do lord knows what else. And that he killed a person. You weren't sure what was going on but one thing stuck out to you. "Will you hurt me?"  Was all you could get out.

Chen's face immediately crumbled and he reached for you, wanting to pull you into his arms. You let him but stiffened up some. It ripped his heart apart to hear you ask that.

He rubbed your back and squeezed you tight. "No Y/N. I never will. Don't ever think I will. I love you. You're my everything." He said it with so much protective fierceness that you believed him. "You are my get away from this madness. You're my happy place. Someone once told me that I was made into a weapon and then told me to try to find peace again. But I have. You. You are my peace Y/N. You make me feel normal and grounded. " He pulls back, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Your eyes mirror his after hearing his words.

You two hug for a little bit longer and then more questions come bubbling up. Chen answers then with great efficiency.  

"Where are we?"  You ask.

"Our hideout. It's still in the city but I can't tell you exactly where right now."

You don't care for that answer but know you aren't going to get anything better out of him.

“Who else is in the gang?”  

“Basically most of my friends that you’ve met. Suho, Sehun, Lay, Kai, Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Xiumin, and D.O.” Chen answers. 

"Who was that back at the house? And how did he know where we lived?"

"I'm pretty sure that was a thug from Suho's dad's old Korean division, X-Exo. The head boss has been trying to get rid of Suho and Exodus since Suho took over. They're our rival gang to put it into basic terms. I don't know how he figured out where we lived though. That is something I'm going to look into now that you're safe here. We needed to leave because they could have used you as a pawn and I couldn't let that happen. Neither could Suho or any of the other guys. You're family, and we protect our family. "

You take in his words and just sit there, without saying anything.

Chen cautious of what you're feeling, gently prods. "So ... Y/N are you upset? I'm sorry I had to keep everything from you. I promise that's the only thing I've kept from you. Everything else about me is real and genuine, especially how I feel about you. " He studies your face for a reaction.

You should be upset and feel betrayed but strangely you don't. You could tell how much Chen loves and cares for you. You knew he was doing all of this to protect you. You would do the same if you were in his position.

"I'm not. I understand why you did it all."  

Chen's eyes go wide in surprise then he smiles. "Thank you Y/N. I was so afraid you would try to storm out of here and hate me and leave me forever. I love you so much" He scoops you up in his arms and starts to smother you with kisses. You giggle and swat at him playfully.

"I love you so much too Chen." You giggle some more. "Well I can't leave you forever now because you need to take responsibility."

Chen stops his onslaught of kisses and quirks an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

You bite your lip slightly and look up at him. "Remember before all the craziness how I told you I had a surprise for you?" Chen nods but doesn't follow.

"Well ..."  You say while taking one of his hands and place it on your stomach. He looks wildly from his hand to you to back to his hand.

"A-are you?"

You nod and smile at him. "Yeah about 8 weeks, I just found out the other day."

Suddenly you are swept up and pulled off the couch. Chen spins you around as he tightly holds onto you. "We're going to be parents Y/N! Oh my god that's amazing! I need to go tell the guys!"

He gently sets you down and kisses your forehead. Puting a hand on your stomach one last time, he gives you a huge smile before running into some part of the massive house, yelling for the guys. You bask in the afterglow of his affection and finally telling him.

Sitting back down the maroon couch, you cradle your stomach and talk to the growing baby inside. "I think we're going to be just fine little one."

[obviouslyelementary]

It’s about family - Chapter 4

Ao3 link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24198928/chapters/58289167

Warnings: Remus being rude to everyone, specially Roman.

Ships: Still Demus. Will be for a while.

Tags: @yuna-dan

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Chapter 4 - Private Talks

Life truly was a strange little thing.

Most people said life passed too fast, that you had to make the most of it while you had time, and that your entire life passed in front of your eyes before you died. Life could be surprising, and Patton kinda understood where that came from now. But he was sure life didn't just pass before your eyes when you died.

Or else, that would be an unbelievably bad end for a nice party.

The world surrounding him went blurry and slow motion. The party songs seemed to turn into a merely buzzing sound at the back of his brain, and he couldn't look away even if he tried. And Janus stared back at him, his eyes always so... him. Patton couldn't look anywhere else. He took in his form, his sharper jaw line, lifted nose, the way his hair fell over his face, half hiding the mark on his left side, the earrings that fell over his shoulders so long they were, and his slim figure, dressed in the most pretty of golds and blacks, almost in a dress format, so beautiful and extravagant as him.

The volcano of feelings that erupted inside Patton was too intense and strong to stop, making his stomach twist, his heart squeeze, his lungs shrink, his legs tremble, his muscles contract, and it was almost like he was having a complete malfunction of all organs as he just stared at the person he hadn't seen in so long.

It felt so weird.

"...on... Patton..." he heard someone saying in the middle of all the confusion of feelings he was having, but he only really came back to reality when a hand touched his shoulder, and he turned to see Logan, looking at him with the most worried face he had ever seen. "Patton... are you okay?"

"Oh me? Oh I'm fine!" he said, suddenly, a bit too hyper, before turning back and hearing the loud beat of the song again, all the people screaming over the music, and all of the others just stared at him like he was crazy. "Sorry I doze off for a second, it is  a pleasure to meet you, Remus, Janus!"

"He... hadn't said his name" Roman said, and Patton felt a dread in his stomach before he laughed loudly and extensively and waved his hand.

"Oops, I guess I am too good at guessing hehehe... well it is a pleasure nevertheless."

"It surely is..." Janus said, slow and with his usual displeased tone, before he turned back to Remus and smiled at him, holding one of his cheeks with his hand. "Now honey, would you mind not flirting with every single guest? I would truly appreciate if you gave me some attention tonight."

"My little snake, I will give you all the attention tonight! Why don't we all go somewhere more reserved? I would really like to talk to my brother and his friends without, you know, the extreme banging of songs in my ears!" Remus said, his arm wrapped around Janus, sending something very dark and bad into Patton's stomach.

"Oh of course. Follow me" Janus said, waving his hand, and after a quick glance, the four friends followed the couple through the crowd. Roman had to keep begging for Virgil not to leave, while Logan looked at Patton, one hand placed comfortingly on his lower back.

"Pat... do you really want to stay? We can leave at any time" he whispered, and Patton looked at him, giving him a smile.

"I'm fine Lo. Don't worry about it. Also we can't leave Roman and Virgil on their own. They clearly are not very happy where they are" he said, looking at their younger friends, watching as they quietly discussed in front of the group. "We need to be their support!"

"We can't support anyone when we are feeling miserable Patton, we discussed this already" Logan said, firmly, but Patton brushed him off and gave him a confident smile.

"I am not feeling miserable Lo, I swear. Now come on, we have to make sure they won't kill each other. Or kill Remus. Or cry."

"That... we do" Logan sighed, and headed upstairs after Virgil and Roman, looking as the crowd stayed behind them and the music turned faint and far away.

 Janus and Remus guided them to the second floor, into a hallway that had a few people that also wanted some privilege, and took them to a separated room that looked like a lounge area for guests. Janus closed the door once everyone was inside, giving Patton a side glance that didn't pass unnoticed, while Remus turned on the lights and grabbed some whiskey and wine for them.

"Make yourselves at home while I serve you all some drinks" he said, politely, and Patton took a moment to look around. It was magnificent, with three large couches, comfy chairs, fluffy rugs, a TV on top of a very nice fireplace, decorations all over the walls and tables, a full liquor bar on the back, with stools, and even a private bathroom and a few games like chess and darts, everything very bar-like.

They found their ways into the couches, the four of them sitting next to each other, with Roman on one end and Patton on the other, Virgil and Logan in between, while Janus took his already full glass of wine and sat down on one of the single chairs, crossing his legs, sipping his drink, eyes never leaving Patton. He knew that because he barely shifted his own away from him for too long.

There was an awkward and long silence while Remus served them drinks, and when he returned, he handed all of them a wine glass and a whiskey glass, something that internally Patton was grateful for because fuck if he didn't want to get drunk right now.

"Why is everyone so quiet? Come on, this is home!" Remus said, and Virgil shifted uncomfortably. No one seemed to want to make the first move, so Logan, the always perfect ice breaker, rose the wine glass to his nose and hummed.

"This is a cabernet sauvignon, is it not?" he asked, and Remus chuckled, sitting on a chair on the opposite side of Janus, which meant he was the closest to Roman, furthest from Patton.

"Yes it is. Not everyone can smell a wine's grapes" he teased, and Logan raised his eyebrow.

"I saw the bottle when you were serving it."

"Oh yes, I know" Remus smirked, and leaned in closer, eyeing them all in a way that could very easily be considered creepy. "I have to be honest, I never expected my brother and Virgil to become friends of people like... you two."

"What about you don't act honest and just shut up?" Virgil asked, seeming to immediately get defensive, but Remus was not taken back, simply smirking and leaning backwards against the chair.

"Come on Virgil, that is no way of treating your party host. Besides, I let you all come inside with no hesitation, even though I only invited Roman, so I am being nice."

"You can't ever be nice, and believe me, I wouldn’t be here if it was for me. None of us would. And I actually really want to leave" Virgil said, he had no filter when he was feeling cornered.

"You are welcome to leave at any time, I don't want anyone to be forced in here. I wasn't even expecting neither of you to show up, so this is good enough. I thought my brother's hatred and jealousy would never allow him to step inside my mansion" Remus said, in a way that sounded so genuine and honest, but that held so much venom behind it that even Patton flinched.

"I am aware that you and Roman haven’t talked in years, and I also know we don't know each other for so long, but just believe me when I say Roman doesn't allow his feelings to interfere in important subjects such as seeing his brother again" Logan said immediately jumping to defend his friends. Patton was thankful for it, because his brain was not working. "In any way, could you please tell us more about yourself? Roman was surprised when he told us you were moving, do you mind telling us what happened?"

Remus seemed to lose a bit of his character at that, surely not expecting them to say anything back, and huffed softly before drinking a large gulp of whiskey before regaining his balance again and smirking at Logan.

"You are a curious one, I like it. Well, this town is relatively small and it has many business opportunities, and as I am certain Roman has told you, we come from a very wealthy family, so I took my savings and moved here, to be closer to my brother, and to open my new tattoo shop, which has always been my dream." He said, and Patton had to hold back his surprise at finding out that Roman was rich.

He had never heard of that before.

"I-I mean, I didn't-" Roman tried, clearly looking for an excuse, but Logan was quicker than him, smiling at Remus in such a cold way that even Patton was surprised. Logan could be emotionless, but he was never cold.

"Yes, he did tell us, and he also told us he wanted to pursue a more honest way of living, thus why he doesn't use your parents' money. Of course, if that is the real reason or not, it doesn't matter. Roman is a very successful designer now, he surely doesn't need any support. Although I do hope your tattoo shop works out for you, even if I should point out that almost no tattoo artist ever becomes rich enough to endorse in the type of... high society activities you seem to enjoy. So perhaps you should try a broader field, if you wish to remain monetarily successful."

Patton's eyes were wide as he looked at Logan, and so were Virgil's and Roman's. Roman actually looked like he was about to cry, while Virgil had a spark in his face that basically said 'fuck you he's right' in a way that made Patton feel more relieved. And the look in Remus' face... it wasn't good at all. All his proud and loud façade seemed to fall flat, and he was looking so angry that Patton started to see how honest Roman and Virgil's fears were.

Remus did not look like a good person in the slightest.

But he couldn't help but steal a glance at Janus, who seemed both offended and amused by the whole discussion going on, two expressions that Patton had never seen in the same person at the same time. Still, there it was, and Janus was quick to fix himself on his chair and sigh.

"Please, boys, can we stop fighting in between the lines? Remus, behave" he said, firm and classy, and Remus leaned away and drank his whiskey while Patton held Logan's hand and smiled. Virgil and Roman seemed to immediately get more comfortable on their spots, regaining their normal body language, seeming to have won a battle they didn't even participate in. "So. Roman. Remus told me quite a lot about you. We didn't know you were a designer."

"Oh yes I am" Roman said, loud and proud, placing a hand on his own chest. "I design clothes for a company here in the area. It is a very rewarding job in the material way, but I also work with a group of children and teach them theater for free, because that enriches the soul."

"That is lovely, I do enjoy myself some voluntary work sometimes. And what about you... Virgil?" Janus asked, and Virgil sighed, arms crossing over his chest.

"I'm a florist. I like flowers" he said, dryly, and Janus gave hima confused look before nodding slowly and sipping on his wine.

"Interesting... Logan, what do you do in life?" he asked, while Logan rolled his eyes impatiently. Someone really wasn't enjoying their time.

"I teach. Science. To a school" he said, annoyed, and Janus nodded slowly without adding anything before turning his head towards Patton, glance seeming to... soften? No. No, Patton was seeing things.

"And you... Patton?" he said, almost in a whisper, his lips over the glass of wine, his legs crossing again so he could turn his whole body towards Patton, eyes digging into his soul like they always did... they always did...

"What do you want to do, after we graduate?"

"I don't know... start a family?"

"That's for girls, Pat. What do you want to work on?"

"I don't know..."

'I don't know...'

"I..." Patton whispered, and then blinked away the memory, shaking his head and breathing in quickly. "I work at a toy store! And I have a kid!"

'I have a kid!'

'Family'

'Family...'

"You have a kid?" Remus said, interrupting the moment, and Patton snapped his head towards him, seeing his disdained look. "Where's your partner? Not up for parties? Dead?"

"I don't have one" he said, softly, and couldn't help but frown. "Also that is very rude to say, what if I had a deceased partner? What would you say?"

"I would say that they are lucky not to be around an idiot like you anymore. You know because those puns downstairs were-"

"Remus!" Janus said, loudly, and angry, and everyone turned to him surprised, even Remus himself. Janus recomposed himself, noticing he had gone a bit too far, and sighed loudly. "Stop being rude to our guests. I know you hate your brother as much as the next person, but chill for god's sake! Here, go grab me some more wine. Downstairs. And don't come back until you are feeling better."

Janus handed his glass of wine to Remus, who after a loud groan took it and left the room, like a dog being told no. Roman's eyes widened, and Virgil couldn't help but snort, both of them looking at Janus impressed.

"How did you do that?!" Virgil said, excited, and Patton relaxed a bit now that the attention was away from him. Janus chuckled as Roman and Virgil started to bombard him with questions about how he had tamed Remus, answering to their questions with laughs and bows, all while Logan held Patton's hand and looked at him.

They had a short conversation through their glances, and Logan stood up, excusing them to go to the bathroom. Patton followed, because of course he did, knowing very well what Logan wanted to talk about.

Still, he couldn't help the skipping of his heart when he heard Janus' laugh in the background.

[cardcaptormary]

the dream, the outfall, the seal

Faded imagery. 

A burgundy leathered book cover, strung in its binding by gold, forming into an unrecognizable crest, like a seal, that’s guarded by a lion-looking creature peering behind it. You could almost make out the words on the cover until...

Pulled out by a single inhale of her breath, Sakura woke up to find the morning sun shine on her face. Weird. She thought, only able to remember half of what she had actually dreamed, even though she was seconds away from its previous existence. 

No time to think about it though. With one glance at the time, Sakura’s eyes widened as she practically leaped out of her bed, in fear of being late to keep up with Touya and Yukito. 

Later in the day.

After the conclusion of another tiring, yet enjoyable cheerleading practice, Sakura made it home. It was Tuesday, and Tuesday in the Kinomoto home meant it was Sakura’s turn to cook for the family. 

As she stepped through the door, Sakura was immediately startled by a ruffled noise coming from her dad’s office. She called out, “Dad? Touya?” Yet, it felt like minutes had passed by and still no response in return. Sakura could sense the sinking feeling in her stomach - growing alarm that something was possibly hiding in the study. Quietly, Sakura tip toed into the kitchen, only to find a note had been stuck onto the fridge. It read, “I’m sorry I’ll be home late. Love, Dad” Touya’s longest work days were Tuesday and Wednesdays, which confirmed that Sakura was truly home alone.

Sakura rarely ever went to her father’s study. She never wanted to intrude and rummage through his things, even if it was just her standing in the space. With both Touya and her father out, there was no way anyone could be down there, but she could’ve sworn she had heard something. Could it have been a ghost? Sakura winced at the thought - her heart pounding faster as an expression of fear swept over her soft face. She did not want to find out, but someone had to go down and check... After all, the cookbook with the exact recipe she needed to prep for dinner was down there. She didn’t even dare imagine what Touya would say if he were to find out she had made a mistake with his dish.

Before she knew it, Sakura was going down the stairs into her dad’s office. At first glance, after turning the lights on, there was no sign anyone had been there since the morning. Odd - but she thought, since she was here, she’d might as well leave it nice and organized for him.

Sakura dusted bookshelves, cleaned up his desk, and shelved books that lied in an old laundry basket waiting to be reorganized. While putting two of the basket books away, Sakura noticed a tiny beaming light in the corner of her eye. As she turned to step closer towards it, Sakura’s eyes began to squint in the glow coming from a book docked on a shelf across the way. For a couple moments, the glow grew brighter with each close step - and then suddenly, the light died out, just as she’d reach the bookshelf. 

By this point, the fear she had harbored earlier had been all but forgotten about, as Sakura’s curiosity overcame her and reached the shelf to pick out the book. Holding the book in the palm of her hand, Sakura began to recognize the crest and creature on the book cover, until the crack of the unlock scared her into loosing focus. She allowed her instinct to lead her into opening the cover, revealing a deck of cards where there would normally be pages to a book.

To analyze the design of the cards, Sakura softly picked from top of the stack. These cards held similar design concept to the book cover’s burgundy and gold astrological detailing. The only difference she noticed they held was discovered as she flipped the card in her hand to gaze its other side, showing the drawing of a woman with wings, eyes closed and hands crossed. The design’s resemblance almost felt familiar to what the Europeans claimed as tarot cards. Were they possibly used for a game of sorts? Why would these by hanging out in her father’s study?

Sakura read the title sitting at the bottom of the card out loud, “...Windy?”

Suddenly, gusts of winds began to shoot out of thin air, blowing against her face at what felt a thousand miles per hour. She shut her eyes, as she tried to shield herself from what felt like a vicious indoor tornado, still holding tightly to the card she’d just read from. She couldn’t see, but Sakura could sense the rest of the cards start to fly out from the book, just as easily as she could feel her skirt blowing through the aggressive gales. It wasn’t until the wind had died down and disappeared that Sakura realized how off balance she was, leading her to fall back onto the study floor.

Her backwards trip caused the book to fall, laying closed onto the ground right beside her. The book’s familiar glow returned into half its strength, slowly revealing a creature, which oddly looked like a golden plush bear with wings and a wispy tail. As the creature fully formed outside of the book cover, their small, thin eyes softly opened up, wings fluttering a hundred miles per minute, as they energetically said, “Hello there!” A floating teddy bear that could talk made Sakura reactively squeal with confusion, making the bear respond with an off-put “Whoa!”

The golden plush floated a few inches away from where Sakura sat on the ground, proclaiming “I’m Cerberus, Guardian Beast of this Book.” Sakura, still trying to grasp what was going on, responded with a shaky “Y-You... were the seal to this book?” She thought her eyes could be deceiving her when she saw it scrunch its mouth to one side and shrug its little shoulders. “Yeah, kinda.” 

They turned and flew around a bit, looking to get a better idea of where they were, until their eyes were back at Sakura trying to analyze her and who she might’ve been. For looking like a golden plush teddy bear with wings, and sounding cheerful just a minute ago, he could sport a pretty serious look. “And what’s your name?” She fixed her posture up a bit, tilting for a little bow. She wasn’t going to be rude now. “My name is Kinomoto. Sakura.”

Cerberus, as they were called, floated closer to where the book laid closed on the ground. “Well Sakura, it’s my job to protect the Clow cards from getting into trouble. Those are all the cards inside this book, and the one you have in your hand.” Once they’d landed, Cerberus easily jolted the book open with their little paw. They peered inside, even though they seemed unsurprised when the book was empty. “Well, the cards that were inside this book.”

“What are Clow cards?” Sakura replied with a tone of hesitation. This question prompted Cerberus to go on a long explanation, one that was frankly hard for Sakura to keep up with, as all of this still seemed like one big weird hallucination. The bits of information she did pick up, Sakura learned that the Clow Cards were created by an old wizard named Clow Reed. The cards are incredibly powerful, each holding their own character, yet they are just as dangerous and can take over the world on their own if desired. That’s why the cards would need a cardcaptor, or someone to catch and keep all the cards. Sakura also took a moment to explain her encounter with the Windy card and what happened to the rest of the cards, trying her best to paint a good picture for Cerberus with the information she had.

Eventually, as their long catch-up of exposition started to wind down, Cerberus stated with a balance of enthusiasm and urgency. “If you opened the book, Sakura, that means you possess the magical powers.” Sakura said the words out loud, “Magical powers?” Even then, she couldn’t imagine this conversation to get any more unbelievable, but Cerberus insisted, “Yes.” They then stood on top of the closed book. “Stand up!” Sakura listened to their command.

A ball of light formed from the book, beginning to become the outline of some sort of charm. Cerberus chanted a spell of a sacred promise, as the same picture of the book’s seal began to reveal itself on the ground below them. Then Cerberus suddenly called out to it “Release the power!” which made the charm instantaneously form into a large wand. “Sakura, take the wand!”

Sakura stared at the floating item in front of her. Her hand slowly reaching out to take it as ordered, yet stopping in midst of the fear she still inhibited. However, something warm inside her began to spread throughout her nerves, a familiar sensation that almost felt like whispers in her ear telling her this was something she had to do. And as her instinct guided her, Sakura reached to grab the wand and felt the electric feeling of the wand’s magic pulsate back through her bloodstream. The blinding glow burst back in full strength and force, completely encompassing her in its rays. Cerberus’s next words forever now ringing in her ear, “It’s up to you now to be The Cardcaptor.”