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danganronpa-imagine-headcanon · 3 years ago

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heya! is it ok if i request headcanons of the drv3 boys reacting to their s/o dyeing their hair? i recently dyed mine so 😀 if i broke any rules please let me know!! <33

Hey anon! Sure :D I hope you like your hair! Also, no worries, you didn’t break any rules ^^

-Mod Kirumi

V3 boys with an S/o who dyes their hair!

Shuichi Saihara

•Well, when Shuichi got home from work, he definitely didn’t expect to see you with a different colored hair

•But he wasn’t exactly opposed to it, either!

•Just surpised

•Very, very surprised, but that didn’t matter all that much to him when he noticed the happy look on your face, awaiting what he would say to you

•Once he got over the initial shock, he offered you a small smile, nodding to show his approval

•“It looks great, S/o. I love it. Is there any reason why you chose that particular color?”

•Shuichi thinks it complimented your figure well— he liked the color you chose to dye your hair with!

•Although, he thinks anything would look good on you

•With a flustered expression, he has stated before, “You’re an angel— You’d look fine no matter what you did with yourself.”

•He would like playing with your hair— seeing a color that was so different from your usual one was almost a different flavor of... you, in a sense, obviously figuratively

•Yet, he thinks it looks nice!

•He probably would have liked a warning beforehand, to know that you were going to make such a major adjustment to your appearance, however, he couldn’t care less

•He just wants you to be happy and comfortable with yourself

•Besides, he was sure that was a fun experience for you!

•Plus, you don’t look half bad to him, either!

Rantaro Amami

•To be honest, Rantaro took you to a hairdresser and went with you

•He thinks dyeing your hair is something nice, and fun, so he’d be happy to experience that with you!

•Rantaro was even more excited when you told him the color you chose to color your hair with

•“Really? That’ll look great on you, S/o,” He told you, earning a wide smile from you

•He stood nearby while a worker began dyeing your hair

•He probably laughed at how messy it looked at one point, but you only glared at him

•He chuckled, insisting, “Fine, fine, I’ll trust the process.”

•He can’t judge you if your hair is messy— His hair is literally the color of an avocado!

•Whenever you were done, however, he grinned at you

•“It looks nice, S/o. I really like it— genuinely.”

•And he means it, you can tell, and that’s what causes your heart to swell up with happiness

•He’ll love you no matter what, and always respect your decisions

•That means a lot more than he could ever know

•Rantaro would compliment you a lot afterwords, constantly saying how much he likes the look on you and how much the color you chose really does suit you and your figure

•You can’t not accept his compliments, because if you don’t, he’ll throw some more at you until you finally give in

•Overall, Rantaro likes the way you did your hair!

•It looks nice, and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way

•As long as you’re happy and comfortable with yourself, well, then so is he!

Kokichi Ouma

•Kokichi probably insisted that he was the one to dye your hair as soon as he found out that you wanted it to be done

•Yeah— You probably didn’t get your hair exactly the way you wanted it to

•In fact, Kokichi has little to no experience, so there are also hair dye stains on your shirt

•Um, whoops—

•But that’s okay! The important thing is, you scolded him while he wheezed like a madman

•You don’t look half bad, though, considering it was done by Kokichi!

•If anyone ever compliments you or takes note of your hair, Kokichi will immediately chip into the conversation

•“Oh, yeah, that was me, all me! I dyed their hair. And that’s not a lie! Tell them, S/o, tell them!”

•Kokichi, despite how much he lies and hides behind a persona, truly does like your hair, however

•He’s proud that he was able to do that, even if it probably would have looked better if a professional did it

•But, in a way, that was the sincerity of it, causing you to begin to like it simply because Kokichi was the one who did it

•He’s still Kokichi, though, so he tends to tug on your hair a lot, whining whenever he wants something and you’re busy

•You still love him though

•Because regardless of his antics, regardless of how god awful he is at coloring your hair

•...He still tried, and he’s still always going to try in the relationship

•Because he adores you just as much as you adore him, if not more

•Who knew dyeing someone’s hair was such a good bonding experience?

Kaito Momota

•Kaito was returning home one night

•He was excited to show you the pictures of the stars he had taken! Of course, they can’t compare to seeing the stars with your own eyes, but they’re still fun to take sometimes

•He walked in, and you had your back turned to him, and...

•...Honestly, he thought you were a ghost. He didn’t recognize you—

•“Aah!”

•He was about to run out of the house when he noticed you turn around, and he saw your familiar face

•“Oh... S/o. It’s— It’s you,” He awkwardly laughed, his face heating up as he awkwardly scratched his neck, “Uhhh— Hi! Wait— why is your hair... wha—”

•You laughed at his confusion, getting up and walking over to him

•��I dyed my hair, Kaito,” You told him, “I think it looks nice. I like it.”

•Almost immediately, Kaito responded, his previous embarrassment washed away like rain pattering on a dirty window

•“Well, I think it looks nice too!” He reachsd out to ruffle your hair, “I like it a lot too, S/o!”

•You know, he kind of wished you would’ve told him beforehand

•But that was fine! You looked great!

•Kaito was glad you were happy with how your hair looked, and it looked awesome to him as well!

•He’s sure to always throw some compliments your way when he can

•Because you look absolutely stunning, why would he not?

Gonta Gokuhara

•Gonta had found a moth in the house, and he wanted to show it to you!

•He thought you would like it

•So, he searched the house for you

•He realized you were in the bathroom, and upon the realization the door was wide open, he walked in, hoping he wasn’t acting ungentlemanly

•“S/o, Gonta found a— S/o! What happened to S/o’s hair?”

•You glanced over, momentarily pausing coloring your hair and giving a soft chuckle, leaning over the sink and letting your hand carefully rest on the counter

•“I’m coloring my hair, Gonta. I can change it into a different color for some time,” You explained patiently to him, seeing as he had never really seen dyed hair before

•Gonta, once he realized nothing was wrong with you, gave an excited smile

•“Oh! Really? That’s so cool! S/o already looks good with their hair like that!”

•You thanked him, a smile on your face as you continued

•Once it was finished, Gonta pulled you close to him and littered your face in tiny yet gentle kisses

•“Gonta likes S/o’s hair, a lot!” He told you, resulting in your face warming up a little as you thanked him yet again, a smile forming on your face

•Gonta probably asked you to dye his hair after that, even if it was just a couple strands

•And, really, who were you to decline the offer of someone who looked so excited for it to happen?

Korekiyo Shinguji

•Korekiyo went with you to the store when you bought some hair coloring, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he offered to do it for you

•Seeing as he had some previous experience, Korekiyo was more than happy to do it for you

•He thought it was nice that you wanted to color your hair— it was one of the many things in the world that tended to make people happy

•So, he sat you down, and began working on your hair when you got home

•You two chatted for some time, and had some pleasant conversations while his fingers laced through your hair

•And eventually? He had finished, and you looked in the mirror

•You thought you looked fantastic!

•Sure, it would definitely take some getting used to, but it was nice, you looked pretty good in it!

•You turned and grinned, reaching out to hold onto Korekiyo’s bandaged hand

•“Thank you, Kiyo. I like it! It’s really nice,” You told him, your eyes lighting up with happiness

•That was enough for him to smile back at you, even if you couldn’t exactly see it

•“Kehehe... Of course, S/o. I’m glad that you like it.”

•Korekiyo often tells you random facts about dyeing your hair, if you’re ever willing to listen.

•“Did you know 65% of people dye their hair? And, 52% color that hair at home, and 28% go to a salon.”

•You’d nod, humming

•“Well, looks like I’m part of the 52%!”

•Overall— Korekiyo’s glad you like your hair

•He wants you to be happy with yourself, and, hey, he’s rather happy with the way it turned out himself!

K1-B0

•Kiibo was a little confused whenever you told him you were going to get your hair dyed

•“You’re... Going to what?”

•You blinked, giving a small chuckle

•“It just means I’m going to color my hair a different color.”

•Kiibo tilted his head, however, nodded slowly

•“Could... I come with you and watch? That sounds fun.”

•You nodded, gently taking his hand and leading him out the door

•Whenever you two arrived at the hairdresser, he sat somewhere nearby and watched the process

•He thought it was cool how your hair had just previously been the color he had seen before, known you for all his life with, and then suddenly it was almost painted over with a lovely new color

•He liked it, nonetheless!

•Whenever your hair was done, he walked up to you, taking your hands in his

•“That looks great, S/o! ...Different, but still great. I like it.”

•You smiled at him

•“Ah... Thanks, Kiibo!”

•He awkwardly cleared his throat

•“That... looked cool. I’m not sure if that would harm me? If it wouldn’t, I might like to do that as well sometime. If I can— of course.”

•You stifled a laugh at how he wouldn’t directly say he was a robot, however, reached out to press a soft kiss to his forehead

•“I don’t see why not. I don’t think it has any chemicals that could hurt you.”

•Kiibo gave you a small smile, his face dusting with pink from the brief kiss

•“Oh, alright. Maybe some time soon?”

•You nodded, taking his hand and leaving the hairdresser

•You were glad he liked it, and might even want to do it on himself!

Ryoma Hoshi

•Well, he was about to do a tennis match with you

•That was the original plan, until you walked in there with your hair a different color than usual

•It took him aback, in fact, he ended up dropping the tennis racket

•He kept his gaze on you for a moment before walking over to you, looking up at you

•“Did you dye your hair?” He asked you, to which earned a nervous chuckle from you

•“Yeah! I did. I... Hope it doesn’t look awful?”

•Ryoma shrugged, before a small smile formed on his face as he tilted his hat down just a little

•“You don’t look half bad, S/o.”

•Then, you two resumed the tennis match

•Sometimes, just in general, you’ll find him playing with your hair— simply because he thinks it looks nice

•It’s different than from usual, for sure, but if it’s what you like, then he’s fine with it

•Besides, he thinks he likes it just as much as you do!

•It’s cool, and it goes well on you

•But, honestly? As long as you’re comfortable with yourself, that’s all he can truly want, really

#shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #gonta gokuhara #kaito momota #kokichi ouma #korekiyo shinguji #k1 b0 #kiibo #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa writing #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa boys

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cafe-enchante · 4 years ago

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HC: Telling the Regulars (+ Solitus and Asmodeus) you are pregnant

A request. Contains mentions of pregnancy (of course) and mentions of potential termination (only a mention)

Canus Espada

* Canus.EXE has stopped working

* He knew it was possible, Changlings like Kariya are proof of that and to be honest the two of you are intimate fairly frequently

* Will need to sit down and process what you told him though. Him? A father? A baby? In you?

* After the initial wave of surprise and panic he is overjoyed though. Quick to carry you princess style up and down the stairs, get you anything you need (even 1am Craving Runs), and in general is very attentive to you during the pregnancy.

* Once your pregnancy starts to show his flames are generally bright with pride and he likes to stroke your stomach. Especially when the little tyke kicks.

Il Fado de Rei

* He’ll sit there and stare at you for a few moments.

* You start to worry that maybe he doesn’t understand or that he’s unhappy until he suddenly just bursts into tears.

* He cries for awhile, not really able to get words out so you’ll have to comfort him in private for a bit

* In that quiet moment he’ll put his hands gently on your stomach and start to sing in a quiet voice. A child’s lullaby with a bright and loving smile on his face.

* He’ll work even harder to improve himself, even roping in Epilogi and Solitus. He is going to be a father so he needs to be as dependable as one!

* Make sure you’ve talked to him at length that the kiddo might not be able to fly or use magic though

* starts humming children’s nursery rhymes a lot

Ignis Carbunculus

* You’ll have to tell him more than once before it clicks.

* The first time he isn’t going to have a single idea what you mean and chances are you’ll have to explain it to him or he’ll pretend he understands and goes to ask someone else later

* Once he does realize his face and neck will burn hotter than his flaming ears

* You two go at it like rabbits in spring trying to repopulate the planet after Noah’s Flood, so in all fairness this isn’t a surprise to anyone at all outside of Ignis

* Will admit he is a bit scared. Parenting isn’t a common thing in Bestia due to the high mortality rate and he doesn’t even remember his own parents and the one parental figure he had wasn’t... great.

* But he loves you with all his heart and he already loves the little wolf inside you and so he immediately asks Rindo for help

* When he sees the noticeable bump in your stomach he also learns something new about himself. Be prepared to have a LOT of kids.

Rindo Kaoru

* When you tell him, Rindo’s blood turns to ice and he can’t breathe. You have to help him sit down as he tries to process this

* He loves you. He loves you so much but there is so much uncertainty. He wasn’t even sure if it was possible due to his new body but now here you are with the positive pregnancy test (6 of them, all different brands) and he is so afraid

* What will this do to you? Will the kid even survive? Will they be human or part nonhuman like him?

* You try to comfort him, but you can tell he needs a second to process.

* Mid panic he asks if you thought of terminating the pregnancy, that the child might do you more harm then good or what if it comes out a freak like him?

* He’ll calm down and think about it rationally eventually, and will apologize for what he said. He loves you and he loves the child the two of you will bring into this world.

* The future is uncertain, but you can tell he is pouring his heart and soul into making sure everything will be better

* Rindo swears to himself that he will do everything he can to make sure that his and your child will never feel unloved.

Misyr Rex

* His reaction depends on when it happens

*If it is pre-Reveal on his route then he is internally panicking. A lot.

* With what he really is and what his body does he is scared. What if the child has his ability? What if... what if it looks like him? His true form?

* But you are glowing and happy when you tell him, asking him if he wants to help pick out a name and he feels the panic melt away.

* He has to tell you, of course, and works to plan out a process if the kid is more like him then you

* If it is Post-Reveal... Insert “I Impregnated a Planet!” Joke here

* Though he will admit he is confused as to HOW you could be pregnant (your physical form isnt technically you after all) and then goes red when he realizes some of the... other, experimental, ways he’s relieved himself technically ‘in you’ when you got creative and wonders if that is how the kid could have been conceived.

* Chooses to purge those thoughts from his mind forever

* Ignis immediately asks how you could be pregnant and just makes it worse for Misyr though

* Overall he is Confused Excited

* Also he is extremely happy that this means even when he eventually leaves you, you will have someone there (be it the child between you, or a grandchild from said child, or even great grandchildren) and until his soul is reborn and can return to you he can take comfort that you will at least have the family the two of you created to keep you company.

Solitus

* .... Ok

* He’s not ok

* Acts stoic and like it doesn’t phase him at all but you can tell by the ay his wings are fluffing up that he is internally having a meltdown

* He understands that these things CAN happen, but didn’t even consider a possible Human/Angel hybrid

* Immediately begins researching childcare. How to care for the child, how to help them mentally mature, how to deal with baby vomit and get it out of clothes

* He spends so much time prepping for the kid he almost forgets that he also needs to help you DURING the pregnancy.

* He’s trying, and will give a genuine and loving smile as he caresses your stomach in the privacy of your room

* Do not let him pick the child’s name

Asmodeus

* Congrats! EVERYONE KNOWS and probably has tinnitus now

* Immediately and LOUDLY declares it to the world, every world he can

* Stop him before he makes it an official holiday in the demon world

* His generals? Your new aides. They keep anything even remotely threatening away from you during your pregnancy.

* In general he is loud and overjoyed about his future heir, and is quick to boast about how amazing your child is going to be because of course it will be! He is their father and the most gorgeous woman in all the worlds is their mother! They will be powerful and beautiful!

* As the pregnancy goes on he will get nervous around you though. Humans are so fragile and a pregnant human even moreso.

* As much as you want to offer to let him rub your stomach so he can feel the kicking, by the time it gets to that point he is to afraid of hurting your unborn child so he will refuse until you offer to hold his hand and guide him

* You are going to have the most pimped out nursery in all the worlds. He is not going to spare any expense for the future Demon Prince(ss)

* Do NOT let him pick the nanny unless you want something that looks like it came out of Lovecraft helping raise your kid

#Cafe Enchante #Canus Espada #ignis carbunculus #il fado de rie #rindo kaoru #misyr rex #Solitus #Asmodeus #Headcanons #HCS #My stuff

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qveensbury · 4 years ago

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strumming on my heartstrings; don't be dumb

A/N: happy hanukkah @dasfreefree // @freefree-likes-haikyuu!

nurse!reader bonding with Grandpa Ukai when he’s at the hospital with a little Ukai/reader fluff at the end (ao3 & ko-fi will be in the reblog)

Walking into his hospital room, you jokingly huffed. “Ukai-san, I know you love to see me, but this is ridiculous.”

“My doctors keep treating me like I’m fragile.”

“Well, how are you feeling today?”

“Feelin’ fine.”

“Ok. Good. But, you should probably take it easy when they do release you.” You handed him his medicine. “A weak heart isn’t something to take lightly. You wouldn’t want to need surgery.”

Ukai-san grumbled into the paper cup before popping the pills into his mouth. “It was nice to get out of here. My grandson came by.”

“Did he?” You refilled his water and checked his vitals.

“But he just needed help with his volleyball team. Didn’t even come to see me.”

“You should just tell him you miss him. He hasn’t even come to visit you here.”

“He’s a big softie. Would probably start crying if he saw me in this gown.”

You chuckled. “Probably means he cares about you.”

“Keishin should visit so I can introduce you to each other.”

“I’d love to meet him,” you said lightly.

There was something genuine about Ukai-san’s ‘I have a grandson your age’ comments, even though you treated them like a joke. It felt different than the others you got during your rounds.

Maybe it was the understanding you came to the first time he was admitted.

Patients from his generation were difficult. Especially when they felt as he did—their condition wasn’t that bad and they could just get treatment at home.

On his first full day, he refused to take his medicine and wouldn’t talk to anyone. When it got to the point where he had to take his medicine, the other nurses on the floor played a game of rock-paper-scissors to see who would get the job of getting him to take it. You lost the game and had the pleasure of figuring out how to coax him into being a good patient.

Pulling a chair next to his bed, you sat and sighed.

“Your daughter-in-law is pretty worried.”

Silence.

“You need to take your medicine, Ukai-san. Are you feeling dizzy or lightheaded?”

More silence.

“Hmm, your son did say this is your first time at the hospital in months. Although, last time wasn’t at our prestigious institution. But you should know the drill. You need to help your heart pump that blood.”

“I’m not taking that medicine.”

You blinked. “I’m pretty sure your son said you don’t have any allergies to medicine. Did he forget?”

“Last time, it was like playing Russian roulette when they gave me that pill. Sometimes, I was fine. Sometimes, I was so nauseous I thought I was out at sea.”

You frowned, leaning forward. “Did they ask you how you were before you took it?”

“No.”

“Well, that’s why. You can’t take this when feeling faint. A TV nurse could’ve told you that.” You reined in your anger for a moment. “Ukai-san?”

He grunted in response.

“It’s okay to be scared.”

Ukai-san looked up at you.

Continuing, you said, “I understand how disorienting this all can be. Especially if you’ve had a bad experience. No one wants to be in the hospital. But you can’t get better if you don’t tell us what’s happening on Planet Ukai. Today: no dizziness, right?”

“No. No dizziness.”

“So today: you need to take your medicine. Later today? Tomorrow? Maybe not. Sound good?”

Nodding, he visibly relaxed.

“Great.” You smiled, handing him a paper cup. “And it’s okay to be afraid,” you whispered. “It would be a little unnerving if you weren’t.” Standing, you added at your regular volume, “But we’ll take care of you here. Ok, Ukai-san?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

After that, Ukai-san continued to give all the other nurses a hard time, except for you.

Noa would frequently ask how it felt to be the General’s favorite. And you would reply, “I’ll let you know when I meet this grandson.”

—

“Keishin’s team is playing a game today. You should come watch a bit.”

“I heard you’ll be hosting a little party.”

Ukai-san told you more about the team Karasuno would be playing and his long-lived rivalry with Nekoma’s coach as you did your routine around the room.

“Good luck to them. I’ll swing by later.”

The game slipped from your mind until you heard cheers coming from Ukai-san’s room.

“How’s it going?”

“Y/N-chan, they’re gonna show Keishin again. Come.”

Following his instructions, you sat beside him on the bed.

“There he goes.”

Oh.

When Ukai said Keishin looked just like he did back in the day, you thought he meant it in an exaggerated way. You joked that his grandson must be really attractive then and Ukai would laugh. But the moment you saw Keishin you knew who Ukai-san was talking about.

He does look hot.

“He looks just like you,” you joked.

Ukai-san beamed at you and you chuckled.

“You are so proud of him. It’s cute.”

“We’ve been trying to get back to Nationals for five years.” Ukai-san whispered so only you could hear him say. “I’m glad I got to see another dumpster battle.”

You patted his hand before standing to leave. “Me too, Ukai-san.”

—

“Ukai-san, how are we doing today? Experiencing any lightheadedness?”

“Ah, here she is.”

Looking up from your clipboard, you realized Ukai-san had a visitor. The first time you saw Keishin you didn’t notice how sharp his jaw was or the warmth of his eyes or the muscles in his forearms. You closed your mouth and looked at Ukai-san.

“L/N, this is my grandson, Keishin. Keishin, this is the best nurse in the whole hospital.”

“Ukai-san, if you’d said ‘best nurse in the whole country’ I would have started blushing. Nice to meet you, Ukai-kun.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Should I come back later? I don’t want to interrupt your quality time.”

“No, stay L/N. Finish up and Keishin can treat you to a coffee during your break.”

You both protested at the same time.

“Ukai-san—”

“Gramps—”

“—I thought you were joking!”

“—why are you always so heavy handed?”

“Don’t put him on the spot like that. It’s okay.”

“It’ll look like I’m only asking her out because of you.”

Whipping your head to look at him, you felt your heart pang. “You want to ask me out?”

A blush crept up Keishin’s cheeks. “Well, I— He’s been—”

“It’s a yes or no question, Keishin,” Ukai-san interjected.

“Y’know what? Let’s talk later without an audience,” you blurted out, handing Ukai-san his medicine. “I’ll be at the nurses’ station.”

They started bickering the moment you stepped outside to go to the next room.

“What happened? You look flustered.” Noa joined you on the way to the nurses’ station after your round.

“Still?” You pressed your hands to your cheeks. “Ukai’s grandson is here.”

“Oh, the hottie? We were wondering who he came to visit. Did you talk to him?”

“Barely.”

“Well, you’re Ukai-san’s favorite. That’s gotta be a plus at least.”

Keishin was waiting at the nurse’s station and perked up when he saw you.

“Hey.”

Your heart fluttered. “Hi, Ukai-kun."

“L/N, could we go on a walk?”

Noa gave you a thumbs-up as she circled around the nurses’ station to sit down.

“Sure. We could go to the atrium next to the garden.”

He nodded and let you lead the way.

“You honestly don’t have to ask me out if you don’t want.” You spun around to face him once you arrived. “I won’t tell your grandpa.”

“Are...you trying to let me down nicely? Because I do want to take you on a date. But if you aren’t interested, I can take a hint.”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“I would like to at least get a coffee with you. But it seems a little too good to be true,” you smirked.

“You’re telling me. Gramps spends an hour talking up this nurse. Who he’s also been talking about nonstop to my parents. Then this angel walks in. I swear, he caught me off guard. But you started pushing back when he mentioned a date and I thought I didn’t have a chance.”

“No, it was a defensive reflex. You had a chance before I even met you. Ukai-san has told me a lot of good things about you.”

Keishin raised his eyebrows. “Good?”

“Well, some bad, too.”

“That sounds right.”

You laughed. “He really loves you.”

“I can say he likes you a lot more than me.”

“Maybe.”

“Ok. Enough about him. Coffee?” Keishin tilted his head to the side.

“Yes,” you smiled.

“Great,” he smiled in return. “I’d be a little hurt if you did shoot me down. But oh boy, would the old man give me a hard time if you did say ‘no.’”

Imagining Ukai-san’s response, you snorted. “Let’s go, Ukai-kun. I’ll save you from your grandpa’s rage.”

#ukai keishin #ukai x reader #HQ!!

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jippy-kandi · 5 years ago

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Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 1: Tokyo: Digital Crisis! (Review)

Thoughts on the first episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

Disclaimer: I just want to make it clear that I’m watching and reviewing Digimon Adventure: 2020 in the context of it being a children’s anime -- because that’s what it is. By design, it’s obviously going to be “dumb” to the mind of the average adult. But that’s OK, because it’s for kids. And for a first episode aimed at children? It was pretty good.

The opening credits were 99% Taichi and I don’t like it if it’s permanently going to be this way. But I’m hoping that it will change to perhaps be character-centric to the person being “highlighted” in a particular episode, going through all eight kids, until there’s a permanent one where all eight are equally in it. I also hope the same for the ending credits.

I noticed that Angemon and Angewomon were missing from the opening credits, whereas the other digimon evolutions are shown. So I assume they’re following in OG Adventure’s footsteps and doing the whole “special angel” evolution reveal? I’m OK with that. It seems really interesting how they’re setting up Takeru and Hikari to be included this time (as they were both missing in the ending credits with the other five standing opposite Yamato . . .).

Both the opening and ending songs are fine, but I prefer the original songs, especially Butter-Fly. You are missed, Kouji Wada. <3

The art and animation of this series is really good. Toei Animation are really putting money into this series. I’m impressed.

I have mixed feelings about how they chose to introduce the characters. On the one hand, I think utilising just two characters is great to really highlight them to the audience and not overwhelm them with too much information. But on the other hand . . . I think introducing all eight characters in the first episode would make it appeal to more kids, because they can easily identify with one kid and keep watching the series. But a kid might watch this first episode, not like Taichi or Koushirou, and just switch off from the series completely. But I think what they went for is probably best for how they plan to introduce the characters (particularly regarding what they have in store for Yamato being a lone wolf who joins them later).

Taichi was a bit too generic to me. But, it’s only the first episode, so this isn’t a real criticism -- I’m sure he’ll be fleshed out as the series progresses. He also seems more responsible than OG Taichi. And while I do like his new voice, I think Toshiko Fujita was a lot better; she managed to convey more personality in her voice.

Koushirou was actually quite “cute”. But I’m not sure I totally like that he’s being portrayed as shy . . . he never seemed shy to me in the original series, but just a kid who was super absorbed in his own tech world. But his shyness did make him more endearing? I’m just not used to it so I find it a bit unsettling. But it does “humanise” him more and thus makes him more relatable, rather than just a distant tech nerd, so I guess it’s a positive? I also really like his voice.

I am liking the Taichi/Koushirou friendship a lot. You can tell Koushirou is going to completely idolise Taichi for making him feel included and “useful”. And let’s be real: Koushirou has always been the most underrated character when it comes to popularity, relative to actual impact on the plot, because he’s actually the one who solves almost everything and he doesn’t get nearly as much credit for it as he deserves in the fandom. It’s nice that they’ve spotlighted him with Taichi in this episode.

So apparently Mimi’s family owns a conglomerate because they made both Koushirou’s tablet computer and Takeru’s hat? I always thought the weird “TK” scrawled on his hat was for his name (TaKeru or T.K.), but apparently it’s for TachiKawa! Wow, Mimi is insanely rich this time around (moreso than the first). Princess indeed!

Takeru’s design is so freaking adorable. I still think his clothes are a bit off, but his face is so adorable! And I didn’t really think that of OG Takeru. I mean . . . I guess he was kind of adorable, but not overwhelmingly so like this one! He hasn’t said one line but, OMG, the cuteness. *SQUISH*

Did anyone notice that in Takeru’s room, there is a poster of an ASTRONAUT? OMG I loved that! What a nice throwback to Yamato’s future career in OG Adventure (and thus to the 02 epilogue!). I can imagine reboot Yamato idolising astronauts and influencing Takeru into liking them, too. Awesome Easter egg there!

So the Crests are showing up right from the start. No rehash of finding the Tags and Crests, then! (Or will they find the physical forms later?) I really like how different from OG Adventure it already is, while keeping touches of the old as well. Toei have done a good job with mixing the old and new so far. Keep it up!

I thought Taichi’s meeting with Agumon was super cute and quite “realistic” with Taichi reaching his hand out to “pet” Agumon! Though Taichi is obviously more courageous than the average person, because uh, I would be afraid that dino would bite my hand off, lol.

I thought Agumon’s evolution “sequence” to Greymon was really cool, but at the same time, I did miss an actual evolution sequence like the OG one. It’s probably just nostalgia making me feel that way. I can accept this new version though! It feels very “updated”.

It was very fast-paced compared to OG Adventure. I’m not sure I entirely like that Agumon evolved so easily and so quickly to Greymon in the very first episode, but it also didn’t seem to hinder the episode. But where do they go from here? What do they have planned to pad out this series if things happen so quickly? I’m intrigued to find out!

Oh, remember how I said less than 24 hours ago that I might not even like reboot Yamato? Yeah, well . . . throw that idea out the window, because the dude had two seconds at the end of this episode and HE ALREADY WON ME OVER lmao. He had NO LINES and was still the highlight of the episode for me. My attachment to him is insane. (Of course, I’m hoping he doesn’t turn out to be a super douche, lol.) I like that he was “chosen” before Taichi and was in the Network before him. What have you been up to in there, Yamato?

While I LOVED the ending credits, as I said before, I hope it changes to be central for each specific character (going through all eight kids), before there is a permanent main ending that includes all the characters equally. I really don’t like how Toei Animation seems to forget that there are EIGHT CHARACTERS and not just two. Come on, Toei, do the right thing!

But . . . let’s talk about the ending credits. IT WAS AMAZING. It characterised Yamato so much without him saying a word. I love that he’s still a lone wolf, that music is still a big part of his life (a bass at 11!), and that his love for Takeru is still so genuine. There was also a pivotal scene where it shows Jou, Mimi, Taichi, Sora and Koushirou standing together, and Taichi smiles at Yamato, who hesitantly steps forward to join them. I loved that! It made me think about the discarded plot where “Yamato might’ve separated from the group entirely” -- it seems like this is a reverse version and I can’t wait to see it play out. The scene that inspired that discarded plot idea was when Yamato decides to fight Taichi, and Sora yells at him to stop -- and I just loved her reactions to him throughout that arc. Especially because, if Taichi had turned on the group, I think Sora’s first instinct would be to conk him over the head -- but she gives Yamato a massive pass and then supports him to separate from the group to find himself. My Sorato thoughts are already swirling about how Sora will react to Yamato in this reboot! Will she hate him at first? Will she ask him to join? Oh my, they haven’t even interacted in this reboot and I’m already shipping them, lmao. I hope Sorato still have a connection in this reboot!

Overall, I liked it for a children’s anime. And I never would have watched it if it wasn’t a reboot with the original Adventure cast, as I have only seen a few episodes of Tamers, Frontier and Savers . . . and a few seconds where Yamato shows up in Xros Wars, lol. I’m not interested in Digimon, I’m interested in the Adventure cast. So I’m really glad this reboot exists! I’ll happily watch all episodes of this series because it’s more of my kids goddamnit. XD

Oh, and I just want to apologise that even though the episode was focussed on Taichi and Koushirou, I used screenshots of Yamato and Sora for the episode post . . . I’m sorry, I’m a Sorato blog! XD;

I think I will do a weekly Digimon Adventure: 2020 “review”, because the episodes are only 20-ish minutes long and it’s easy enough to consume and write about. And even if I might not have a lot to say about a particular episode, I can still spam Sorato screenshots, lol. :P

I can’t wait for the next episode! Because: YAMATO. <3

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ahsxual · 4 years ago

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Reassurance

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

Summary: You and Arthur have been dating for a while now. Your relationship was wonderful and full of love, however something have been bothering Arthur.

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, insecure Arthur

Word Count: 1182

A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic about Arthur Fleck, so I have to admit that I'm nervous about this. It's a little sad, but I hope you enjoy it anyway :)

Gif Credits: @forever-fleck

Since you two met each other at Pogo's, you instantly became very close friends, that eventually lead into something more intimate. You were so happy together: no one has treated you the way Arthur does. He was so gentle, so caring, so loving, yet so fragile, and that's what made you fall in love with him. His pure and genuine kind nature was something you never thought you'd find in anyone. Everyone, mainly in Gotham, seemed so rude, so hypocritical, so relentless... yet there was an unobtrusive angel among them all, who's name was Arthur Fleck. Not only did you have the privilege of meeting him, you also had the honor to be his one and only, his soulmate, the love of his life... his salvation.

However, like anybody else, he had his faults: the main one being his insecurity. That consumed him like a plague that was stuck into his being and wouldn't come out, despite every possible treatment he tried. Of course you eased his insecurities, you were his miracle cure, nevertheless it would always remain, unfortunately. That's when it happened: your social life wasn't afflicted after you met Arthur and that was fine with him. However, you started going out more throughout the last couple of days and that gave him a million depressive thoughts and possible scenarios. The problem was, you didn't know about this. You didn't know that your lovely Arthur was feeling abandoned and lonely, because you made sure that you loved him everyday and that he was the reason of your happiness, but that didn't seem enough to reassure him.

The last two weeks, you started to go out with your new friends from your recent work: they were funny, had the same ethics as you and that made you feel proud of yourself. Nevertheless, on this particular day, you came home 2 hours later according to your work schedule:

"Hi baby, I'm home! I'm sorry for taking so long." you happily said, while removing your shoes and jacket. After not getting any response, your happiness degraded into pure worry.

"Honey?" you tried once again, but this time you heard something. It was coming from the other side of the bathroom's closed door, but it wasn't the sound you wanted.

"Arthur??" when you opened it, you saw your lover sitting on the rigid and cold floor, balancing with his knees and head close to his thinny chest while sobbing uncontrollably. "Are you okay? What happened??" your tone was desperate and worrisome, however that didn't seem to have an effect on Arthur since he remained silent.

"Arthur, please, look at me." you tried once again.

"Why didn't you tell me?" this time, he decided to look at you: his eyes were wet and contained an absurd amount of sadness in them that you haven't seen since you said yes to his proposal for you to be his girlfriend. This sight of him hurt you. Oh... how it hurt.

"What?? What are you talking about, honey? Didn't tell you what?" you were so confused by his words. Your heart squeezed and beat at the speed of light itself.

"That... t-that you d-don't love me anymore." and that was it. Now it was your turn to feel your eyes burn and your mouth dried. Seconds ago, you felt your heart beating so intensely, now it seemed like it suddenly stopped. You stared at him, speechless, like your brain couldn't process the words that came out of his thin, yet soft lips.

"H-how... How can you..." your voice was so tremulous and broken that you thought you could never be able to speak correctly ever again.

"Don't lie to me! I can see that you don't care about me anymore! You're always late, going out with I don't even know who... it seems like...l-like you forgot completely about me..." you could tell he was angry at you by your lack of availability and that lead him into thinking that maybe you weren't just with your friends.

It wasn't enough for you to say you were disappointed and hurt. Not with him, but with yourself.

You perfectly had the knowledge that Arthur was a complex man, who is haunted by insecurity and fear of being hurt over and over again, yet you failed your major mission: to make the love of your life feel safe.

"Did you find someone better?? Someone who has the possibility to give you what you deserve, what you wish for... Someone that-"

"Arthur, stop! Hey, look at me and listen to me carefully" you firmly grabbed his face, not letting him turn his gaze away from you even if he wanted to.

"There is no one else. There is no other man or girl, or whoever that will take me away from you, do you hear me? There aren't enough words to express how much I love you, how much I want you and how good and safe you make me feel... and I promise you if that was possible, you would never feel doubtful about my feelings for you ever again. Baby, I know I failed to notice and ask how you felt and I'm so, so sorry for that. I... I was just glad to finally find someone that I could go along with on work. You know how people treat us... so meeting someone that doesn't make you feel like shit it's something I truly value. But... I-I didn't mean to make you feel so hurt... That was never my intention and never will be. Ever. I actually wanted to ask you if-if you wanted to meet them too. They would love you!" by this, he seemed to relax more and even gave you a little, but genuine smile in return.

"Now that's what I like to see." you tried to cheer him up while picking playfully on one of his smooth cheeks. He released a short laugh, something that made your heart squeeze again, but this time by love and relief. "Can you... c-can you forgive me?" you implored.

"You know I can't be mad at you..." he grabbed a piece of your hair that was in front of your face and gently pulled it behind your ear. "Of course you're forgiven, my love. I'm sorry for being like this..."

"Honey, this was not your fault, ok? I'm the one who should be sorry for letting this happen to you... I promise you from now on, I'll be more careful and spend more time with you. Never apologize for being who you are... for being the man who I fell in love so dearly with." this made him smile even more, a gesture that you desperately needed to see.

"Can-can we cuddle now, p-please?" your shy Arthur was now back, so of course you wouldn't deny him anything.

"Of course, my lovely angel. Anything for you." you answered, before giving him a firm kiss on his dried lips.

Both of you needed a deserved long and tight cuddle session with each other: your therapy, your cure.

And that's what you did, like you always do. Like you always will do. For the rest of your lives.

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natsukitakama · 4 years ago

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Hi, it's long-distance relationship!anon ! I finally have a little request for Armin ! How about this : Reader is a foreign exchange student for this year, but has a little trouble adapting to the high school/college. Seeing this, Armin offers his help, and friendship (and more? 😎) begins to blossom from here =w=

Author note : Hello Long-distance relationship!Anon (definitely need to find something shorter lol) how are you ? ♡ damn , I giggle like a baby while reading this it sounds so cute, I hope I didn’t messed this request up. Armin si such a sweetheart how could we not fall in love for him ? This modern AU take place in Germany but I apologize cause I know anything in German so. If you enjoy this please let me know ! I need to apologize cause I’m super late for my request I’m so sorry it took me so long I was kinda busy but still. I hope you’ll enjoy this, let me know ♡

Warning : Fluffy request as usual / Armin being a little cutipie

I did write fully the study session since I was kinda inspired by it I hope you’re fine with that. Also I do not own that glorious gif of Armin, credit to the owner.

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Anxious was the good word to define your currently mood, it was the first time you travelled far from your house without your parent. You never experienced something like this before, and you were kinda afraid cause it was a country you never travelled before.

You were an artist student and you decided to travel through Europe so you could study a new way to see your art. You were especially a fan of German’s romanticism, so you though studied art during one year or two won’t be so hard especially about something you craved for.

You decided to join the Shingeki College (I’m sorry couldn’t find a good name) in German, cause you heard a lot of good things about it. You were afraid you might not understand lesson but since it was a foreign college most of the lesson were in English so you were good.

Basically anything seemed to run its course, but that wasn’t that simple. Of course being the only one from your class to travel through German meaning you were most of the time on your own. It wasn’t like you were introvert or anything, but everyone seemed to have their own friends and the last thing you wanted was to stick your nose in friend’s groupe while they didn’t want you to.

So during the first month, you were totally on your own and you couldn’t help but felt lonely and started to regret your country’s choice. In face no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t integrate yourself with your class. You thought no one cared about you, at least that what you thought.

But someone did noticed you.

It’s been couple of days since Armin Arlet had his eyes on you, in fact one day you sat yourself next to him for an art history on twenties. He quickly noticed you were kinda shy and won’t start a conversation on your own, and as he was about to ask you something he was joined by Jean and his friends. He didn’t want to embarrass yourself by trying to talk to you while he was surrounded by people.

As a shy and calm person himself, he knows how hard it could be to make some friends while everyone seemed to not noticed you. So he promised himself to do everything in his power, to start a conversation with you and get to know you.

And that’s exactly what he did, it took benefit of a share-lesson you two have to make a move. Fortunately for him, he was alone on this hour so he knew he won’t be bother by anyone. So he walked close to you and asked for a sit close to you, at first you were taken appart cause no one ever asked to be with you.

But the man looked gentle so you let him not knowing what to do beside he may be your only chance to actually make friends so.

He sat beside you, and starting a talk with you it wasn’t very deep just a way to him to test the water. At first Armin talked about the current lesson, the teacher, what he really loved what he disliked about it, then when he saw you were kinda talkative he started to ask you question about yourself.

« I never saw you last year are you new ?

Yeah, I’m a foreign student I used to study in London but my college propose my to travel through Europe and I thought it could be a good idea to work a year here.

Have any second thought ?

We can say that … I just … I have troubled making new friends here it’s like everyone know each other already I don’t want to the third wheel or anything. In addition It’s the first time I travel on my own, and I can’t help but feel a bit homesick. I don’t what I told you that I’m probably bothering you I’m-

You don’t bother me quite the contrary I own you apologize

For what ? You’ve done nothing wrong

I kinda did, I saw you couple of times walking alone during class. I saw you have troubled making friends and I didn’t know what to do to help you. I should talk to you the second I saw you I’m sorry

You shouldn’t be sorry besides you’re here now thank you very much …?

Armin, My name is Armin Arlet what about you ?

I’m Y/N »

After your class, Armin proposed to study into library he then told you that if you ever need any help for a lesson or something you could always ask him.

You were so happy, finally you found someone to be with you it was such a relief for you. Of course you couldn’t just stick around with him just like that, but he sounded so friendly : maybe will be become a friend ?

Days after days you started to walk around with Armin, it was so easy to be with him. The man was genuinely interesting, he was nice alway happy to help. He was so curious, there are so many things he was curious about.

You couldn’t help but find it extremely cute, he has this smile when he was talking about something he loves and the way his eyes were so bright never failed to melt your heart.

You decided to keep this strange feeling on a side of your brain, for all you know it could have a significant other moreover the fact that he was kind with you doesn’t mean he was into you.

Armin sounded like a man who was genuinely kind to everyone, not only does he help you during your study with his note but he also introduced you to his friends. You became friends with most of them even with Armin’s best friends Mikasa and Eren (even if you didn’t understand their dynamic, they seemed good friends)

One day you asked him about it

« What do you mean « why am I friends with them ? »

I mean- don’t take me wrong they are incredible but… Eren has no chill I can’t count how many times he went on a fight because of something ridiculous especially with Jean and Mikasa … Well she literally sweat Eren I’m not even sure if she is interested on something who isn’t Eren’s related … And you … Well you are so kind … so sweet with everyone and so smart and courageous and and -»

You couldn’t finish your sentence cause you heard what seemed to be the sing of angel : Right in front of your face, you saw Armin holding himself as he was laughing. It wasn’t just some snorts you made when something was barely funny but you didn’t want to kill the mood, it was a real laugh, a cute one. You never heard something so pure and sweet at the same time. Then, when Armin was finally able to catch his breath, he started to reply back

« Well first thank you for that, but I don’t think I’m as brave as you thought I am. Nonetheless, I got your point we aren’t alike right ?

Yeah kinda, all of you are incredible but you are so different especially you, you’re the smartest one

Yeah about that, I’m gonna confess something to you but it’s gonna be a secret ok ?

Of course !

Alright, for a long time … As long as I can remember actually I always thought I did not deserve their friendship in fact they were always here to protect me… I-I used to be bullied when I was a kid you know ? I wasn’t the one to start a fight or to reply back, I always thought it was useless. And everytime, no matter what happened, Eren and Mikasa ran into me to protect me. I used to feel bad about it, like I was burden to them but then we went to college together and they made me realized how wrong I was. They never saw me as weak, they valued me they always did … Do you understand now ? People saw us individually when they should see us as a group »

To say you were breathless was an understatement, Armin always had this power to impress whenever he was talking about something deeply. You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad when he mentioned him being bullied, I mean who could hurt such a precious boy like him you wonder. But you got what he mean anyway. For a brief moment, you felt bad for judging his friends and you wonder if he was disappointed by your behavior.

But when he asked you for a study session on Saturday, you realized how wrong you were : Of course Armin won’t be sad for something so petty like this. But for the sack of your consciousness you apologized.

You have more in your mind anyway, he asked to study with him on Saturday does that mean he actually asked you on a study date ? You weren’t 100% sure but since no one seemed to be invited so.

Damn, you were so nervous. Not only did you want to impress him by your knowledge but you also wanted him to be taken-apart by your look. You couldn’t explain why but the idea of him telling you how gorgeous he thought you were made you feel odd.

Why did you want him to find you attractive ? You were friends and this meeting was purely professional… Right ? You should find a cute outfit just in case.

That what’s you did, cause you couldn’t shut your little voice inside your head telling you to be presentable for once. It won’t hurt to be al dressed up ?

Much to your surprise, Armin was actually breath-taking even if his outfit were pretty simple : a black pant with some brown derbies, a white shirt with black jacket. He did look incredible handsome especially with the way he was smiling at you. But it wasn’t a study date right ?

It was definitely a study date, you just weren’t aware of that yet. It’s been a long time since Armin wanted to do something like that with you. Of course he knew better than to go in front of you telling you abruptly how he feels about you. First because he wasn’t sure himself how he felt about you, he tried to talk with some of his friends but every oh them were pretty awkward when it came to feelings especially Mikasa (who he thought could help him since you know…). Then, because even if he was actually in love with you he wasn’t really sure about how you felt about him ; after all all he did was talking to you once, then you two became friends easily and most of the time he felt like you were the one who talked the much (and he was 100% fine with that since he’s kinda attracted to people like you in addition he really appreciate your voice so he couldn’t complain).

So, Armin decided it would be good for both of you to go out during weekend claiming it would be for study. It wasn’t an entire liar tough, Armin did plan to study with you cause he really loved when you came to him for an explanation. Just having you close to him, listening to him very carefully to fully understand his lesson damn you looked far too cute for him : how your nose cracked when you frowned your eyebrows when you were focusing. Just the sight of you working hard for your study was enough to melt his heart, he loved when someone tried their hardest to do their work ; in addition he was kinda jealous about you cause you worked so hard in a country who wasn’t yours, surrounded by people who barley knew you. When he introduced you to his group of friends, he was mesmerized by how well you were with almost everyone, he just couldn’t help but smile at that thought.

But Armin also planned do other things such as going into a coffee shop just to get to know you better. He thought sharing a hot drink with you would help him to know if you were into him. Indeed he was afraid you might think of him as a friends, in the end you were just sharing some class you never attend to stay any longer (or at least that what he thought) : it won’t be a surprise if you just saw him as a school-friend someone you share a class but that’s it, he couldn’t be angry if you saw him that way … He didn’t actually feel like he could be angry at you at all so.

It took the opportunity to dress well, if he was about to seduce you (or at least try to) he has to be presentable. He wasn’t very fancy, but he definitely knew how to dress well. He tried to look good but not too good, cause for now you still thought it was just a meeting with two friends, helping each other. He didn’t tell you anything about his true intention. So he has to be discreet about his intention, the last thing he wanted was you discovering his plan.

When Armin met you, he had to think twice though : were you aware of his plan ? Did you dress like this just for him ? When you greeted him, he had to swallow two times cause you were breath-taking ; Armin was the one to think physical appearence is important but he had to admit you were very attractive in that outfit of yours. For a moment he was about to confess right there his feelings, but he knew better, he has build a plan and he had to respect it.

So as you two agreed on, you walked together into the library for some studies. During your walk, Armin was pretty talkative (part of his plan he actually asked you a lot of personal question but always did it furtively) which you didn’t mind, it was good actually it made you think you were getting closer to him. When you were finally at the library, you started to work but none of you were actually into this. Everyone could tell, something was radiating from you : was it attraction ? Was it nervousness ? No one could tell, but it sounded like you couldn’t work properly.

« Should we go out ? Let’s have something to eat maybe we could try again later ? »

You thought he would never say that, you couldn’t explain why but since you started to study with Armin you felt nervous it was the same for Armin. He used to be so confident when he explained you something, but today he seemed pretty shy and you didn’t know why and what to do to help him keeping his school. In addition, it seemed like your heart wasn’t on a better state, you could literally felt it beating against your chest you thought it could go thought your chest. You didn’t know what to do abut it, but you were agree with Armin both of you need something to cool off. Nothing would be better than a hot cocoa with some sweets. After ordering what you wanted, you were just staring at each other not knowing what to do.

Knowing he was the reason of this awkward situation, Armin took a deep breath as he remembered his speech. He knew they won’t be another chance and that he won’t be able to took his words away : they’re no going back after he was about to say. So he had to be clear, he had to tell you everything so he won’t regrets anything. He couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, he was afraid he didn’t understand you, afraid that everything was a misunderstanding ; the last thing he wanted was you feeling uncomfortable with him. He cared about you far too much to let this happen. Deep down, he was a bit confident after what he saw today and the way you behave with him he was hoping that you were sharing what he felt for you. Nonetheless, he won’t know if he don’t do it, so here we go.

« Look Y/N, I’m sorry for today I was kinda nervous as you can see. It just, I had something to tell you but I was afraid you might not enjoy it. I was afraid, I might misunderstand you cause you’re incredible and full of surprises. I was about to give up when I realized that for once Mikasa and Eren won’t be here to help me, so today I decided to not be a coward and told you everything. You might guess what I’m about to tell you, but still I want to do this properly. I’m in love with you Y/N I really do love you, it took me a long time before I could finally realize what I really felt about you. I just love everything about you from the way you laugh to the way care about people. You seem so caring and I know you are, you’re so kind with me … I-I love when you come close to me when you don’t understand something, how you always seem curious about everything, how you listen to me carefully when I talk to you about my passions. I love how gorgeous you look today even if I told you it was just a study session and now I feel stupid for not dressing properly, I love the way your nose crack when you’re focusing on something, how you analyze everyone, I especially love your art. Romanticism suits you Y/N it really does. There are so many feelings in your art I really love it. I know you didn’t plan on staying here, but I would really love having you by my side. Everything seems simple when you are with me, but I won’t force you to do anything you didn’t plan on. I love how brave you are for travelling here on this country with no one with you, how hard you worked to have some friends to be a part of this college. I’d love to help you more and forever »

So, what would be your answer ?

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kittyanonymity · 5 years ago

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A Ladybug in Gotham #3

Marinette reunites with some dear friends

Y’all. The response I’ve gotten to this fic has been just. SO much MORE than anything I ever could’ve imagined. I can’t say it enough, thank you for loving this so much??? It really caught me off guard, and I’m just glad there are people who are genuinely enjoying it. This chapter is over 9k, so I hope you guys are excited.

Also like, you get to see my Ultimate Chloe this chapter, and I am just. SO EXCITED FOR YOU GUYS TO READ IT.

Also also, prepare for diabetes maybe??? I got a little nauseous writing this at times because it is disgusting levels of adorable, and I LOVE it.

Ao3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 :HERE: Part 4 Part 5

Enjoy my dears!!! <3 <3

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The tour was nice, and Damian pointed things out to her that Dick glossed over during his talk; but Marinette found herself fascinated with the architecture and layout of the building. So many twists and turns, and hiding spots; how could anyone ever find their way?

Damian shrugged, “Well, it’s meant to be a little confusing for people who aren’t used to being here. Makes it easier for the people who are here to hide in the event of a situation.” Marinette nodded, remembering how high the crime rate was in Gotham. She paused to regard a statue against the wall, releasing his hand, and Damian watched as she pulled a pocket sized sketchbook from her bag. Her sketch was done in under a minute, and he noticed her writing some things off to the side.

She offered him a sheepish smile after she zipped the book away into her bag once again.

“Sorry, inspiration strikes at the oddest times.” Damian simply smiled, and took her hand in his once again as they continued behind the class.

“That’s ok. What were you drawing?” Marinette nodded her head back towards the statue.

“That’s Joan of Arc. I like to design clothes, and seeing her made me think of the gown I want to make for the Gala at the end of the month.” Damian hummed.

“Ah, the Wayne Charity Gala, right? Father mentioned that he’d invited your school.” Marinette nodded, a wide smile on her face.

“Yep! I didn’t have anything at home that I thought was appropriate, so I decided I’d see what Gotham had to offer,” she shrugged a shoulder, her smile growing just a bit, “and I have to say, I haven’t been disappointed.” Damian hesitated for a moment, before he frowned slightly.

“Even after what happened yesterday?”

The smile on Marinette’s face froze, and Damian immediately regretted opening his dumb mouth, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, angel. I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s ok.” Her grip on his hand tightened a bit, and the smile she gave him was sincere, “It was the first time I’ve had a proper gun pointed at me, so it was a bit horrifying. But, it’s not that unusual. Some of the akumas in Paris have been more deadly, but not quite so terrifying.”

Damian frowned, “I meant to ask earlier, but it didn’t seem like the right time; but what are akumas?” Marinette’s eyes grew wide as she looked at him, and she felt Tikki and Kaalki jolt in her purse.

“You mean you don’t know??” Seeing how alarmed she was, Damian grew concerned; but he still shook his head. Marinette blinked a few times, before she sighed.

“Well, it is only in Paris, I can’t say I’m surprised…” She looked back at him, and started, “Paris has its own problems. We deal with a supervillain named Hawkmoth, and his accomplice Mayura. Hawkmoth uses akuma, little dark butterflies, to control people when they’re having a bad day.” She paused, “And it doesn’t have to be a major negative emotion. A baby was akumatized because he had a nightmare. Likewise, a grieving mother was akumatized when she thought her child died in a car accident,” Damian could feel the tension running through her arms as she continued on, “A girl flooded Paris, killing millions, and it was Hawkmoth who had her do it. He preys on you when you’re weak, saying whatever it is you want to hear to get you.” Damian stared at her in shock.

“How does the world not know about this, Marinette? Paris flooding, millions dead? It should’ve been all over the news.” Marinette smiled, but it was brittle.

“That would be Ladybug. Paris has its own heroes, Ladybug, Cha-Hornet, Ryuuko, and Viperion. At first, four years ago, it was only Ladybug and Chat Noir against Hawkmoth, but the others were recruited with time. You see, Ladybug can undo any damage done with her Miraculous Cure. Flooded Paris? Fixed. Hundreds of thousands dead? Fixed. She’s the embodiment of Creation while her partner, Chat, was Destruction.” Marinette shrugged, “We’ve all just learned to live with it. It’s why I have such a hard time expressing myself nowadays. We can’t be allowed to feel any of the negative things in our lives without being preyed on. It’s miserable at best, and agonizing at its worst.”

Damian was struck silent, staring at the girl next to him. Nearly a head shorter than him, and she was dealing with all of this as a civilian. No suit to help protect her at all. His mind wandered back to the three strange creatures he’d seen in her hotel room the previous night, but what could they be? He cleared his throat.

“Have you ever been… akumatized?” Marinette’s smile fell just a bit, and she looked forward towards the class, at Lila.

“...Not yet, no. I’ve had a few close calls over the years, and Hawkmoth has specifically targeted me a few times; but I have a support system that helps me keep my negative emotions under control.” She turned towards him, her smile growing just a bit, “It’ll be fine though; Ladybug’s really close to finding him finally.” Damian’s mouth tightened into a thin line, but he nodded.

“You have a lot of faith in her, angel.” A heavy aura fell over her shoulders, and he noticed her smile was a bit strained.

“You misunderstood me, I think. It’s not that I have faith in her exactly, but…” And there it was again, the fire in her blue bell eyes, “She cannot fail. If she fails, Paris dies. She has to win, or she…” Marinette looked away, her voice soft, “or she dies, and so does her family, her friends.”

Damian frowned, gently slowing to a stop, and before he stopped to consider his actions, Damian brought his free hand up, and cupped her cheek softly, turning her to look up at him. Her eyes were glassy, teeming with unshed tears.

“Angel, are you ok?”

Marinette took a deep breath, willing her voice to be steady, “I’m so sorry, I swear I’m not trying to dump this on you, after all you’re one of the first friends I’ve made in four years-” Damian’s eyes grew steely, and he glanced in her class’s direction, “but it-it’s so hard to not talk about it now that I’m in a place away from him; away from Hawkmoth. I-”

“Angel, please don’t apologize.” Looking up at him in surprise, Marinette stared at him, her lips parted slightly. Damian gave her a small smile, wiping away a trail of her tears with the pad of his thumb, “From what I’ve gathered, this man has been holding your city hostage for at least four years; that’s four years of pent up negativity. I won’t lie, I’m amazed at the amount of resilience and mental fortitude you have to possess to go through that, and still be, well…” His smile grew a bit, “you.”

The blood rushed to Marinette’s head so fast that she thought she’d faint, and she was just now noticing how intimate their position must look.

Just in time for someone to clear their throat.

Marinette yelped, clutching the hand Damian was cradling her face with, before she whirled to her right.

Chloe gave her a coy grin where she stood with her arms crossed, watching them. Alix lowered her phone, laughing as she skated over to Marinette. The pink haired girl wrapped an arm around her friend, a teasing grin on her lips.

“Looks like you guys are getting pretty chummy~.”

Marinette immediately started stammering, switching to french fluidly as she spoke to Alix quickly. Damian could catch bits and pieces, but he was busy staring at Chloe. Marinette’s best friend regarded him with surprisingly kind eyes, and after a moment she sighed, walking over. She passed behind Damian casually, but he felt her pat him on the shoulder.

“Don’t hurt her.”

Damian flushed brightly, opening his mouth and closing it again as Chloe circled around him to also tease Marinette; and Damian realized that while his right hand was no longer on her cheek, she was still clutching his left. Marinette’s cheeks were still bright red, and she was switching between looking at Alix, who rested her chin on Marinette’s shoulder with a devious smile; and Chloe, who was standing a bit off to the side, looking far too pleased with herself. Finally, Marinette sighed, and looked back at him, and Damian saw her cheeks brighten a little more while she rubbed the tears from her face.

“S-sorry about them, they just… get like that sometimes.” Chloe snorted off to the side, before giving her and Damian a grin.

“Of course we do, we have to make sure you get only the best, Mari-bear.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she began walking in the direction of the tour and their class. Alix gave Marinette a wink as she skated after the blonde, and Marinette groaned, her face falling towards the floor. Damian felt his lips twitch up into a small grin.

“Angel?”

Marinette shook her head, “Nope, I can’t, cannot look at you right now, or I am going to DIE. Is that what you want, Damian? You want your new friend to die of embarrassment? Because that is what it sounds like.” Between her rambling, and the overly dramatic way she was talking, Damian really couldn’t blame himself when he started laughing.

Her head whipped up at the sound, and Marinette watched his shoulders shake with the force of his laughter. Her blush faded a bit, but she smiled, a small, private little thing. He looked amazing when he laughed, and she hoped she could get him to do it more. Finally, Damian calmed down, and wiped at the tears that had gathered in his eyes.

Marinette pouted as he looked back at her, a grin on his face, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, but…” He snorted, covering his mouth with his free hand, “I just didn’t expect that.” Marinette huffed, turning and following after Chloe, and Alix; he followed dutifully, still holding her hand. It was hardly noticed by them at this point.

“Well, look out, cause I am going to make sure to catch you off guard all the time then.” She turned to look at him, and when she smiled, Damian felt all the air leave the room. It felt like his world stopped, and his heart soared, “I love it when you laugh, Damian; so if I can see that, it’ll be worth it I think.”

How had he ever had the luck to run into such a remarkably sincere young woman like herself? She saves his niece her first day, fends off the Joker, and now she’s slipped past all of his carefully built walls like they were non-existent. He had never felt so comfortable, so at home with someone he really had no business feeling that for. And the intensity was alarming, said the rational side of Damian’s brain; but the other, the long ignored until just the last couple years… Well.

He was pining.

He was unaware of the similar turmoil rolling around in Marinette’s mind, her head and heart at complete odds with each other. Tikki had told her last night that due to being partners with Chat for so long, she would be overcome with love and affection for her real Black Cat when she found him; but right now, she wasn’t thinking about that conversation as Damian gave her the softest smile she’d seen yet. Her heart thundered in her chest wildly, but she didn’t feel overwhelmed.

“Thank you, angel.”

Dick was staring at him when they finally got closer to the tour once again, and Damian was sure his older brother had heard him laughing given the acoustics in the building. His eyes narrowed at his brother, and Dick continued to stare at him before he glanced at Marinette.

The grin that came across Dick’s face meant nothing but trouble for Damian, and the young man rolled his eyes, groaning. Marinette looked at him.

“Damian, are you ok?” He sighed.

“My idiot brother is going to make my life hell for the foreseeable future.” He grimaced, looking back at her, “Also, you’re probably going to have to deal with the rest of my idiot brothers at lunch. Please remember, they were dropped on their heads as children, and I bear no blood relation with any of them.” His deadpan delivery had her breaking out into shocked laughter, and Damian was thrilled he could make her so happy. His brothers constantly told him his sense of humor was awful, but at least Marinette appreciated it.

“Aww, now that hurts demon spawn.”

Damian tensed, and Marinette was already turning around; and looking up.

Whoa this dude was tall.

Damian groaned as he turned around, “Jason, why are you here?”

Marinette watched the man shrug, a grin on his face, “Well, to see my baby brother of course,” And then he was looking at Marinette, “And to meet your little girlfriend. Who knew you could laugh, demon spawn?”

Damian flushed, and Marinette felt her cheeks warm as well; but she still smiled, and held out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Marinette. It’s nice to meet you!” Jason’s grin grew, and Damian rolled his eyes while they shook hands.

“Jason Todd, it’s nice to meet you too, kiddo. Saw what you did on the news,” Damian tensed, glaring at his brother, “The families really grateful.” Marinette’s cheeks pinkened all over again, and she shook her head, looking only slightly uncomfortable.

“Really, it was nothing. I’m just glad I was able to keep her safe.” Jason shook his head, grinning still.

“I see now why your paper won your class this trip. It was a good read, and I can’t say I’m surprised at the kind of person you are.” Marinette’s eyes grew wide.

“You read my paper?” Jason nodded, tucking his hands in his pockets.

“We all did, pixie pop. You’re a good kid.” His grin grew snarky, and he nodded at Damian, “Figured I’d make sure he hadn’t kidnapped you.” Damian frowned, but Marinette laughed, covering her mouth.

“I-I promise he hasn’t kidnapped me, Mr. Todd. I’m really enjoying my time with him actually. He’s very funny.” Jason was staring at Marinette with glee before his gaze swivelled to Damian. Damian rolled his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, he is, is he? Are you sure he didn’t pay you to say that, short stack?” Damian felt the atmosphere shift, and glanced up, finding Marinette glaring at Jason. Her tone was nothing but polite, cordial even, as she spoke, but the coolness of it...

“Don’t be rude, please. Damian has been nothing but kind, and helpful to me since we met. I don’t like what you’re implying.” Damian felt his jaw drop, while Jason’s grin just grew.

“Good answer, pixie pop.” Before Marinette could react, Jason reached out and ruffled her hair; she batted his hand away with a huff as he looked at Damian.

“She’ll be a good friend for you, demon spawn; don’t fuck it up.” Damian scoffed, looking at him unimpressed.

“I don’t need you to tell me that, Jason. I already know.”

“Mari-bear, is this guy bothering you?”

Marinette froze, and turned back around to see Chloe and Alix, who had noticed them stop. Chloe was staring at Jason with distaste, arms crossed. Jason held his hands up in surrender.

“Just came to make sure my kid brother is playing nice, I swear.” Chloe’s eyes widened in recognition as she looked the man up and down.

“You’re Jason Todd.” Jason looked surprised.

“You know me?” Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“I know you’re a delinquent with no fashion sense, yes.” Jason laughed, and now it was Marinette’s turn to sigh. Damian smirked a bit as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Oh god, here we go…” She mumbled, and Damian snorted, a chuckle falling from his lips. Jason’s mouth immediately closed, cutting off whatever retort he had; he stared at Damian, eyes wide.

“Holy shit, Grayson was right.” Damian’s face instantly fell into a scowl as he regarded Jason, who was looking for too pleased with the situation to be safe. His older brother looked back at Marinette.

“You’re coming to dinner tonight, right? Cause Alfred needs to see him laugh. He’s been trying for years and all he’s gotten have been amused huffs of air.” Marinette blushed, but she couldn’t help but laugh; Chloe looked at Marinette and arched an eyebrow.

“What dinner, Mari-bear?” Still chuckling, Marinette handed over the invitation from Damian’s father.

“S-sorry, Chlo, I still haven’t decided if I’m going yet.” Chloe’s eyes flicked over the paper quickly, her smile growing before she handed it back.

“Marinette, you have to go! It’s dinner at the Wayne Manor! I would lose credit as your best friend if you don’t go! Honestly!” Chloé rolled her eyes, and shared a commiserating look with Jason of all people, “I swear I raised her better than this. She’ll be ready by 7:30, I’ll make sure of it.”

Marinette laughed, batting at Chloe’s arm playfully, “Hey, since when were you my mom, Bee?” Chloé flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“No one can compare to Sabine, DC, you know that.” Jason laughed, shaking his head.

“You two are really close huh?” Alix snorted.

“That’s the understatement of the century. They go everywhere together, even-“

“The bathroom!” Everyone looked at Marinette, who was clutching her phone in her hand. She looked up at Chloe, eyes wide, and took Chloe’s hand. “I need to talk to Chloé about something super important, so we’ll be back!” And just like that, Marinette was hauling Chloe down the hallway and into the bathroom they’d passed. After a moment of staring after them, Jason and Damian both turned to Alix, who just shrugged.

“It happens all the time. Marinette has pretty bad anxiety, and Chloe usually helps her with it.” An alert from Alix’s phone had her eyes widening, and she scrambled to unlock it and pull up an app.

“No way! There’s an akuma on the Seine!” Jason and Damian watched as the rest of the class all got out their phones as multiple alerts began chiming, the students clamoring excitedly.

Damian and Jason leaned over, watching a livestream on Alix’s phone. A man stood on the Seine, trash swirling around his legs while the water thrashed violently.

“I am the Recycler! The Seine is tired of your trash Paris, and I will make sure to exact revenge in its honor!”

Damian watched as the water of the river swelled, spilling over the walls. He felt sick as he watched people get caught up in the wave, people going under, and not resurfacing. Screams rang through the tiny speakers, echoing poorly around the hallway.

There was a red blur.

“Ladybug is here! And she’s brought Hornet with her!”

Frowning, Damian saw two young women drop down, insect themed wings beating behind them. One was dressed entirely in red, with sections of black from her hips to her knees, and wrapped around her ribs; she had to be Ladybug if the spots were any indication. Her partner, Hornet, was dressed mostly in a rusty kind of orange with black stripes and patches, with yellow accents; her hair was interesting, being fully black except for the yellow tip of her ponytail, and gods, it was long.

Damian watched as the two sprung into action, working together flawlessly. It was clear Hornet was the offensive, while Ladybug played more to defense and strategy. It was over in under five minutes, with Hornet grabbing a trash net and snapping it over her leg. The black butterfly that fluttered out was retrieved by Ladybug’s- Damian’s eyes widened.

Yo-yo.

Ladybug’s weapon of choice was a yo-yo.

All of the pieces fell into place as he watched Ladybug - Marinette - purify the butterfly, and send it on its way. He watched as she crouched next to the young man left in the place of the akuma; watched as her magic brought back all those he’d just seen die.

He expected name calling when the crowd gathered around the heroes and the victim. Damian was shocked when they all closed ranks and took turns calming the young man down. The camera came closer, coming up to Ladybug as she spoke with the victim in hushed tones; she noticed the camera, and looked over.

“Ladybug! What would you say to Hawkmoth should he be watching? It’s been nearly five years since the start of this!”

If Damian had doubted her identity before then, he certainly no longer could. Her eyes held the same fire he’d seen from her now three times, and it was far too recognizable paired with her dark hair and blue eyes. She took the microphone, staring into the camera.

“Paris is strong. We are united. And I would tell him to be afraid.” Her eyes narrowed, and her grip on the mic tightened, “I have a lead on your identity, little butterfly, and you will not hold us hostage much longer. The dawn is coming, and I am coming for you.” Her voice sent chills down his spine, the sheer tenacity making his pulse spike; he couldn't help but feel his cheeks warm.

Damian jumped as the class broke into cheers up the hallway, but he didn’t take his eyes off the video as Ladybug handed back the microphone. With a flick of her wings, she was gone, Hornet waving, and following closely behind her.

And if Marinette was Ladybug, then Hornet must be-.

Damian’s thoughts cut off as Marinette and Chloe came walking up, having left the bathroom; Damian had to commend them. Chloe had not a hair out of place, and Marinette’s red face could easily be explained away as an aftereffect of a panic attack. He should be looking at Jason, trying to find out if his brother has caught on, trying to figure out how they got to PARIS; but all Damian can do is stare at Marinette.

Who is smiling at him, a look so full of sincere trust and amusement. And she has been going through this for the last five years, running off at a moment’s notice to put her life on the line for the people of her city. Watching people she knows and loves, die, only to be brought back at the end of her battle.

Damian frowns as his heart aches, bringing up a hand to his chest. Warm fingers wrap around his other hand, and he glances over to find Marinette looking at him, an open expression of concern on her face.

“Damian? Are you ok?”

And Damian smiles. Because of course Ladybug is Marinette Dupain-Cheng; who else could it have possibly been?

“I’m fine, angel. How about you?”

Marinette jolts, her free hand falling to her purse as it twitched; violently. Her cheeks grew pink, so Damian pretended not to notice. Now that he was looking for it, she really wasn’t subtle.

“I-I’m fine, really! Chloe talked me through it.” Her smile was genuine, “I’m lucky to have her.” Marinette looked back at him, and Damian realized he still had his hand over his heart; she bit her lip, “Are you sure you’re ok? It looked like you were in pain.” Damian smirked a bit, and winked.

“I was struck by your beauty and couldn’t breathe, angel.”

Damian laughed a bit as Marinette’s face grew red quite quickly, and she smacked his arm with her free hand.

“You can’t just-! SAY things like that! Oh my god!” She was starting to giggle though, so Damian counted that as a win. Maybe he was better at this than he thought.

“Wow, I cannot believe you just said that Demon spawn.”

Damian sighed, a long drawn out exclamation, and his smile fell. He turned to see Jason grinning in glee, holding his phone up. Damian’s eyes narrowed.

“Jason, what. Are you doing?” Jason shrugged, lowering his phone and typing away at something real quick.

“Oh, you know, just getting Alfred proof you do have emotions.” Jason’s grin grew, “I’m sure he’ll love the video I got of you two.”

Damian rolled his eyes; in all honesty, he’d completely forgotten about Jason’s presence given the gravity of what he’d realized. Marinette was a fucking superhero. Ignoring whatever rambling nonsense Jason was now spewing, Damian casually turned, and guided Marinette away from his idiot brother who was exchanging words with Chloe and Alix. Admittedly, he was leading her towards his other idiot brother, but Dick was busy showing the class the cafeteria for lunch; and he was sure Marinette would be hungry.

“Sorry about him, angel; he’s a bit much at times. Are you hungry?” Marinette giggled, gripping his hand just a bit tighter.

“He seems fun, actually. I like him. And, yes, I’m starving.” She grimaced, holding her bag tighter, “I uh, skipped breakfast after all.” Damian’s eyes narrowed as he stared at her teacher.

That’s right, they’d left her behind.

He gave Marinette a smile while he got out his phone with his left hand, and sent his father a quick text.

“Well the cafeteria is outfitted with anything you could possibly want. Father makes sure his employees and guests are well taken care of.” Marinette smiled as they passed Dick, entering the cafeteria; she could hear Chloe and Alix talking behind them, likely with Jason still.

Eyes wide, Marinette looked around the cafeteria in awe. They had a full three course buffet, and the amount of staff milling about, checking the quality of the food, was astounding. Damian laughed a bit.

“He spares no expense.” Marinette nodded, letting Damian lead her to a starting place. She finally breathed.

“This is breathtaking for a cafeteria. And he doesn’t charge for it?” Damian shook his head while he handed her a plate.

“That’s right. Father thinks everyone deserves the right to good food. Everything not eaten is donated, and during the evenings on the weekends, the cafeteria is opened to the homeless.” Marinette looked around the cafeteria with a newfound respect for their sponsor.

“Your father sounds like a good man, Damian; it sounds like you respect him a lot.” Damian smiled, filling up his plate; when he turned, he found Marinette ready and waiting for him, her plate stacked nearly as tall as his. He smiled.

“He’s alright; don’t tell him I said that though.”

Marinette laughed while Damian led her over to a minimally populated table, and not shortly after they’d sat down did Chloe and Alix join, Jason conspicuously absent. Alix sat on Marinette’s left side, while Chloe sat across from the three of them. Alix grinned.

“Dude, this cafeteria is amazing. It’s got everything!” Chloé sighed as she had a bite of her honey baked salmon.

“That is delicious. Damian dear, what company does your father have staff the kitchen? I have to have this salmon at home.” Damian chuckled, cutting into his steak. He shrugged a shoulder.

“I don’t think he uses a company. As far as I know, the staff are all locals.”

There was a snort from down the table, and they all turned to see a young man not much older than him hunched over his laptop. Damian sighed.

“Hello, Tim. Glad to see you’re coherent today.” Tim looked over and held up the mug in his hand.

“Thank the coffee.” He nodded in greeting to the others while he took a sip. “Bruce would never let you oversee staffing; you’re too… you,” Damian frowned, listening to Marinette giggle, “but you are correct. All the staff in the building is local.”

Chloe pouted, looking at her salmon mournfully, “Well, damn.”

Marinette snorted, saying something to Chloe in French; but Damian felt himself get distracted when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He looked behind him to find Jason standing there.

“Hey, let’s talk kid.” Damian sighed, and when Marinette looked over, noticing Jason, Damian gave her a smile.

“I’ll be right back angel.” She nodded, returning his smile, before she turned back to the conversation with her friends, and apparently Tim now.

Jason and Damian walked a little ways away, closer to the wall, and out of hearing range from the class. Jason turned to him.

“What was going on in that broadcast? You were as confused as I was until they showed that girl in red.” Jason crossed his arms, “You figured something out.” Damian shrugged.

“It’s nothing.” Jason’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh yeah? So it has nothing to do with the fact you’re little girlfriend took the Joker down in the same manner as that chick in the video?” Damian frowned, but Jason wasn’t done, “You think she’s a superhero.”

“I don’t think, I know, Jason.” Damian cursed his big mouth as Jason grinned.

“And how do you know, brat? Cause there’s no way she told you.” Damian flushed, averting his eyes, and Jason laughed. With a huff, Damian glared at his brother.

“I recognized her, in the video. I saw the look in her eyes and knew, ok?” Jason’s grin softened just a bit, and he reached out, mussing Damian’s hair. The young man swatted at him, frowning, but Jason just laughed again.

“Careful, brat, or we’re gonna start thinking you’re falling for her.” Jason expected Damian to scoff, to dismiss the fact entirely; he didn’t expect the thoughtful look on his brother’s face as he glanced back towards Marinette.

“It’s too early for that, but… I definitely like her more than I should.” Damian frowned, “Normally I’d be suspicious, but not once has she been less than sincere with me.” All Jason could do was stare.

“Holy shit, you’re serious.” Damian turned back to his brother with a scowl.

“When have you ever known me to be any different?” Jason snorted.

“Today, right now in fact. If I’d insinuated yesterday that you were falling for a girl you’d just met, you’d have tried to take my head off,”

...He was still thinking about it anyway.

Oh, Jason was still talking. Huh.

“And now, you’re just casually accepting it as a possibility? You didn’t even laugh when you and Raven were together, and she kicked ass.” Damian frowned as Jason brought up his ex.

He and Raven had had an amicable breakup; after all, he just didn’t have the parts she was looking for, which she’d learned over the course of their relationship. Last he knew, Raven was searching for a girlfriend, and still liked to brag about how much more action she got than he did.

“Raven and I were very similar in many ways, Jason. I don’t share all that much in terms of hobbies with Marinette, and her outlook on things is… refreshing.” Jason pointed at him.

“Yesterday, you would’ve said she’s naive, and gullible.” Damian’s eyes narrowed.

“And I would’ve been wrong, Jason. What’s the point of this? I’m getting to know her like a human being, and you’re acting like I’ve lost my mind.” Jason threw his hands up in the air.

“That’s cause it’s a little weird! Usually you compile an entire dossier on someone before you even attempt to talk to them; but you decided to come see the class this morning based only off the information Tim got for us. That’s not like you, brat.” Damian went to reply, but Jason’s head rose sharply.

“Looks like we got a problem, kid.” Damian was already turning when he heard a commotion. He paused when he saw one of Marinette’s classmates, a blonde boy, with his hand wrapped tight around her arm, hauling her out of her chair.

Damian saw red.

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Marinette watched Jason and Damian walk away for a moment before she turned back to Chloe.

“I hope he’s not in trouble…” Chloe scoffed, having another bite of her fish.

“Why would he be in trouble, DC?” Marinette shrugged, playing with her food.

“I don’t know, I’m just worried.” Down the table, Tim snorted.

“It’s more amazing actually.” The three girls peered down at him.

“What do you mean?” Alix asked around her sandwich. Tim shrugged.

“Damian is the youngest out of all of us, but he’s generally the coldest.” He looked at Marinette, and smiled, “We’ve seen him smile more around you than we’ve seen in the last 8 years he’s lived with us. Hell, you got him to laugh, and you've barely known him a day.” Tim chuckled, “That’s enough to warrant some kind of reward honestly. The family is just trying to adjust to this new reality where Damian is actually happy.”

Marinette flushed, “He’s been nothing but kind.” Tim laughed, nodding.

“Yeah, but that’s what’s weird. Something sets you apart from anyone else,” Tim grinned, pointing from her to Chloe and Alix, “You, and the people you care about. He wants to be kind to you. That’s a big deal when it comes to Damian.”

Chloe’s eyes lit up in recognition, “You’re Tim Drake, the third son, right?” Tim gave her a short laugh.

“Wow, I’m honored. Not many people realize it.” Chloe shrugged a shoulder.

“I’m rich, of course I know about other rich people. My father has been trying to partner with the French branch of Wayne Enterprises for way too long.” Marinette laughed, reaching for her drink to her right when someone’s hand wrapped around hers. She froze, looking over and up. Her heart was beating too fast, her hands getting clammy.

Adrien smiled down at her, his grip tightening ever so slightly over her hand.

“Hey, Mari can we talk?” Chloe looked about five seconds from throwing a fit, and Marinette couldn’t see Alix given that the girl was on her left. She stared at Adrien, seeing the clear expectation of her cooperation; it burned her up.

She took her hand out from under his, bringing it to her chest.

“No, we can’t. Leave me alone, Adrien.” Marinette turned away from him, heart beating in her ears. She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing.

‘Calm down, it’s fine, you did it! He’ll leave-’

“Marinette, please, I really need to talk to you.” She tensed as he gripped her upper arm insistently.

Oh god, why wasn’t he leaving? She said no!

“I said, NO Adrien. Get away from me.” There, she said it again. He wouldn’t be so bold as Adrien, not with the class-

Marinette yelped as she felt herself get hauled to her feet, and out of her chair.

“Just for a minute, Mari-!” She scratched at where his hand held her arm, glaring at him. Her eyes were welling with tears.

“Let me GO, Adrien!” Chloe was over the table, three inch stilettos be damned, and Alix was already coming in behind him, having circled around. Chloe beat her to the mark, hitting Adrien across the cheek with a sharp hit as she leapt off the table, tackling him, but then Kim and Ivan were there too. Kim pulled Chloe off of Adrien, after getting a good hold on her; and Ivan pulled Adrien to his feet, looking at him in disgust. Alix came over to Marinette who was staring at the floor, trying to breathe, arms wrapped around herself. Alix put her hands on the girls cheeks, startled at how cold she was.

“Marinette, hey, DC, I need you to breathe with me ok. Shh, deep breaths.” Marinette shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t, couldn’t breathe, oh god-

“Marinette?”

Marinette turned, Alix’s hands falling from her face, and then there was Damian. He took one of her hands, holding it tight, and Marinette grabbed the other one too, struggling to ground herself. Was he saying something?

“Angel, you need to breathe. You’re hyperventilating.” Oh. That’s why she felt fluttery. She nodded, closing her eyes, and for once, surrendered herself to her Ladybug senses; it would help her focus. Everything faded out, all the shouting around her, the voices, all the faces, until only Damian’s remained; she could hear his pulse if she tried hard enough, and Marinette focused on it, breathed with it. And when she opened her eyes, she gave him a tired smile.

“Thank you Damian.”

He smiled back at her, his thumb stroking her hand idly.

“Ivan, let go of me, damnit! Marinette, please, I just wanted to talk to you!” She flinched, and Damian watched her eyes narrow dangerously. She stepped around him, and Damian turned to see her storm up to where her classmate, Ivan, held her ex. Marinette stopped in front of the blonde, arms crossed.

“I said no, Adrien. I meant it. I don’t want anything to do with you. It’s been over for nearly a year now, you need to let this go.” Adrien frowned, forgetting how many of his classmates were around.

“But Mari, you love me! We were great together!” Marinette frowned.

“Adrien, I loved you so much, I was stupid about it. I would’ve done anything for you,” She choked a bit, clearing her throat, “And you wouldn’t even let the class know that we were dating. I had to tell Chloe secretly just so I had someone to talk to about it.” Adrien turned wide eyes to Chloe, who snarled at him; Kim kept a tight grip around the girls’ waist just in case. “Adrien, you never stood up for me, you never even cared enough to try. And I deserve better.” Adrien sneered, and Marinette hated the expression on his face; it looked so wrong.

“What, and he’s better?” Adrien nodded his head towards Damian, and he arched a brow in response. Marinette turned and regarded him for a moment before she smiled, and turned back to Adrien.

“I don’t know if Damian would be a better boyfriend than you Adrien, but I can tell you, he’s already a much better friend.” Adrien looked stricken, eyes watery as he looked between Marinette and Damian. Then security was there, being led by Dick who went and stood next to Jason. Three security officers took Adrien over to a table where they had him sit while Madame Bustier was found. The class was whispering amongst themselves, and Damian noticed how torn everyone was. Several of her classmates looked like they wanted to try and comfort Marinette, but weren’t sure how anymore. The first one to make up their mind was the bulky boy with blonde bangs who had been holding Chloe back.

He walked over, and placed a hand on Marinette’s shoulder, “Hey, Nette, are you ok?”

Marinette looked over and up at him, and Damian could see she was crying. He tensed when she threw her arms around the boy.

“I missed you, Kim…” The boy, Kim, frowned, before he returned the hug.

“Yeah, I missed you too, Nette.” Damian glanced at Alix and Chloe who were talking nearby. He had to admit, he was impressed. He couldn’t remember seeing many women go up and over a cafeteria table in stilettos, and then follow it up with such a nice right cross. If Adrien’s cheek wasn’t broken, it was surely fractured; Chloe was a force to be reckoned with. The two girls didn’t seem concerned with this particular classmate interacting with Marinette, so he stood by while she spoke to the boy, thanking him. Kim stayed at her side while Marinette thanked Ivan for getting Adrien away from her; Ivan just frowned.

“You don’t deserve to be treated that way, Mari. He should’ve been proud to have you.” Marinette had flushed and thanked him before he went back to his and Mylene’s table. Finally Marinette sighed and sat back down. Damian reclaimed his seat next to her, surprised to see Kim sit next to Chloe across the table; not a moment later did another new face show up. Damian regarded the boy and robot warily, looking at Alix and Chloe’s reactions once more. Seeing the two of them unbothered, Damian returned his attention to Marinette, who smiled at the newcomer.

“Hi, Max, hey Markov, how’re you guys doing?” Damian watched the boy and robot share a look, before the boy, Max, frowned.

“I uh, just wanted to see if you needed bandages or anything. Markov is fully equipped for first aid, Mari.” Max fixed his glasses while he pulled a spare chair over, “Adrien had no right putting his hands on you like that. I can’t fight like Kim, but I can make sure the bruising is kept to a minimum.” The smile Marinette gave him would’ve blinded a lesser man, Damian was sure.

“I would really appreciate that, Max. Thank you very much.” Max pursed his lips, nodding.

“It’s the least I can do.”

They all tensed as Marinette shrugged her right arm out of her hoodie. Chloe growled, eyes swivelling to the table where security was speaking with Miss Bustier and Dick; her gaze found Adrien who was staring at them in horror.

Oh, so he could see the bruises from over there.

Alix gasped, hands covering her mouth, and Kim scowled, his hands clenching. The only one who remained largely unaffected was Max. Markov had already analyzed the grip Adrien had had on Marinette’s arm, and had warned Max it would be bad. He still wasn’t quite prepared for it.

The outline of Adrien’s hand was obvious, rubbed red from the force; but the most telling parts were where his fingers had dug into her skin. His nails had bitten through skin in some places, and there was a bit of blood to clean up; underneath the blood were the bruises, already dark purples and yellows taking up space on her skin. Max tried to focus on his breathing, and helping the girl he once considered a dear friend. God, did he even have the right to think that anymore?

“Thank you for this Max, Markov. I’m glad to see you guys again.” Max looked up from her arm, and flushed when she smiled at him. He swallowed, and nodded, returning the smile hesitantly.

“Me too, Nette.” He got back to work on her arm again, pulling some alcohol swabs from a small compartment on Markov. They really didn’t deserve Marinette; they never had.

Damian was struggling to breathe the second Marinette’s arm left her jacket, and he joined Chloe in scowling at the blonde across the cafeteria. Staring at the dark, bleeding marks on her arm would not make him or her feel any better; but maybe beating the living hell out of the boy who caused them would…

He turned his attention back to Max and Marinette as the boy started cleaning the marks left by Adrien’s nails. Damian was tense, feeling a restless energy in himself he hadn't felt for some time. He glanced at her jacket, where it hung off her shoulder, and he frowned.

She wasn’t going to tell anyone about the pain. She was going to go right back to her lunch like nothing happened.

...Was this the first time a situation like this had happened?

Damian reached over and took her free hand in his, staring at their hands as he laced their fingers together. Her hands were calloused, years of fights and work marking her skin; her hands seemed so small in his, yet they were just as strong. Marinette looked over, observing him as he rubbed idle circles into her hand, and flushed when he finally looked up at her. He gave her a teasing smile, a surprisingly gentle thing.

“There’s never a boring moment with you is there, angel?”

Silence fell around the table, and for a moment, Damian panicked, worried he’d said the wrong thing; but then Marinette was laughing, shoulder shaking before she winced in pain. She smacked at his hand playfully before taking hold of it once more.

“Ow, don’t make me laugh, Damian.” She fought to keep her giggles under control, careful of where Markov sprayed disinfectant on her scratches. It was easier if she didn’t look, pretended the marks weren’t there. Damian grimaced.

“Sorry, angel. You still up for that dinner tonight? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to just rest.” Marinette shook her head with a frown, her eyes narrowing.

“I am definitely still coming to dinner. I’m not letting that asshole ruin my day.” Chloe gasped, scandalized.

“Mari-bear, you can’t cuss! Who taught you that vile word?” Marinette rolled her eyes, giving Chloe a deadpan look over her shoulder that had the blonde laughing.

“I am allowed to cuss. Just you watch me. Bitches.” Damian snorted, while Alix cackled; Damian thought he even heard Tim snickering to himself down the table. The tension in the air wasn't gone, but it had surely lessened. Max finished with her arm shortly after that, wrapping it in an ace bandage. He fidgeted with his phone for a moment before he sighed.

“Marinette, could I have your phone number, please? Markov took pictures of your marks in case you want to press charges, and I'd like to send them to you.” Marinette blinked, her face growing pale.

“P-press charges?? Oh god, but-” Tim interrupted her.

“Kid, you should definitely press charges. That’s assault.” Marinette stared at Tim for a moment before she turned back to Max, handing him her phone. Damian could see her biting her lip, and he knew she was considering it.

“I’ll… think about it.”

An obnoxiously loud giggle from one of the nearby tables drew her attention, and Marinette glanced over to see Lila sitting with Alya, Rose, Juleka, Sabrina, and Nathaniel; Nino was noticeably absent, and Marinette frowned.

“That’s right! My Damiboo just loves taking me out around the town. Last night’s dinner was so much fun!” Alya grinned, nudging Lila’s shoulder with her own. Marinette rolled her eyes, and turned back to the table after Max handed her phone back. She smiled as Max went around the table, sitting next to Kim, and snuggling into his side. Kim gave his boyfriend a wide grin before dropping a kiss on the boy’s forehead; Markov hovered behind them, and rolled his eyes. Marinette was about to return to her food when she heard Alya respond.

“Girl, I cannot believe you’re dating Damian Wayne! That’s so damn cool!”

Marinette choked on her drink, trying and failing to conceal her laughter. She glanced to her right, where Damian was sat, and she started coughing; he looked so insulted!

“Angel, who is that?” Marinette cleared her throat, getting control of her breathing, and offered her friend an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, that’s uh, Lila Rossi. She-” Alix leaned around from her left with a flat look,

“She’s a lying ho, that’s all you need to know.” Marinette turned to her.

“Alix! You shouldn’t say that.” Chloe scoffed from the other side of the table; she had her nail file out, fixing the nail she’d broken on Adrien’s face. She pointed the file at Marinette with a smirk.

“We just call it like we see it, Mari-bear.” Chloe’s smile fell as she glanced in Adrien’s direction, who was still talking with Madame Bustier and Dick. A new man had joined them, and Chloe felt her levels of glee rise; the man was dressed in a smart business suit, and wow, he was built.

Bruce Wayne cut an imposing figure as he scowled at their teacher.

Chloe turned back to Marinette, “Are you ok, DC?” Marinette blinked at her, shocked.

“Yeah, but I’m more worried about you. You didn’t twist your ankle or anything did you? I know you hate moving like that in your heels.” Chloe rolled her eyes, and flicked a piece of her salmon across the table at Marinette; it didn’t quite make it.

“Stop worrying about me; your ex just assaulted your pretty ass, and you’re worried about my ankles? Ridiculous!” She looked at Damian, gesturing to Marinette, “You see what I deal with, Damian? I swear.” Chloe watched the young man tear his glare away from Lila’s table and focus back on Marinette; the smile that came to his face filled Chloe with confidence. He liked their everyday Ladybug.

She knew she’d been right.

“Chloe has a point, angel; you should really worry more about yourself right now.” Marinette scowled up at him, but it really looked cuter than anything; which is how Damian knew she didn’t mean it, and was teasing him. He remembered quite vividly what her eyes looked like when she was serious.

“I can worry about whoever I want, thank you very much.” Damian chuckled, holding the hand of her injured arm gently. He offered Chloe an unapologetic shrug.

“Sorry, can’t argue with that logic.” Chloe clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.

“You are no help to me.” Alix snorted, giving her a grin.

“Is anyone?” Kim laughed while Max rolled his eyes; Chloe gave her an almost feral grin, but before she could speak, someone else did.

“M-Marinette?”

Chloe’s eyes narrowed as her smile fell into a scowl, and her reaction had Damian turning. Two girls, two of the ones from the liar’s table, stood there. The small blonde one clutched the taller girl’s hand like a lifeline; both looked more than a little ashamed of themselves, but also angry. The smaller one spoke again.

“I-I, um, I mean, we just wanted to check and see if you were… ok.” Marinette regarded them, her expression a bit guarded.

“I’ve got some bruising, and a few cuts; but otherwise I’m fine.” She gave them a smile, and Damian watched the taller girl bite her lip, “Thanks for asking Rose, Juleka.”

Marinette went to turn back around when the dark haired one, Juleka, spoke.

“Marinette, I wanted to say I’m sorry.” Marinette paused, her eyes wide. Juleka frowned, glancing back towards the table her and Rose had come from; just in time to see the others turn back around quickly. She scowled, and Rose tightened her hold on her hand in reassurance. Juleka looked back at Marinette.

“I didn’t realize for so long that it was never you bullying Lila; it was always the other way around. I-” Marinette gasped, standing up as tears rolled down Juleka’s cheeks, “I didn’t realize, but I should have! You a-always went out of your way for us, for all of us. We didn’t even try-” Rose wasn’t much better, tears rolling down her face in steady streams.

“Guys, please don’t cry! You didn’t know.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that they didn’t help. That they didn’t believe you.” Marinette turned to Chloe, who was looking at Rose and Juleka with unconcealed skepticism. She switched her gaze to Marinette, “What do you think, DC?” Marinette frowned and turned back to the girls in front of her. She sighed, considering.

“We don’t deserve your forgiveness, Marinette.” Said girl looked up in surprise, watching Juleka wipe at her tears in vain; more just took their place. “Chloe’s right, we weren’t there for you; not like you were for us. And there’s nothing to be done for that.” Marinette nodded after a moment.

“That’s true,” Rose’s shoulders shuddered as her tears fell with more force, and Juleka bit her lip; Marinette smiled, “But you’re here now, aren’t you?”

Rose sobbed, and Marinette soon found herself with an armful of blonde; Rose hugged her tight, mindful of her injury, and buried her face in Marinette’s shirt.

“I-I’m so sorry Nettie!” Marinette felt her eyes get misty as Juleka joined the hug, and she did her best to wrap her arms around both girls.

“Guys, you’re gonna make me cry…” Rose shook her head, clutching Marinette tighter.

“No, you can’t cry anymore, i-it’s illegal…” Marinette laughed, and then she was crying too, holding the girls closer to her.

The three of them stood together for a moment, gathering themselves. Finally, after a minute or two, they separated. Rose offered Juleka a tissue she pulled from her bag, before handing another one to Marinette. The two left for the bathroom to clean up, since Juleka’s makeup had been ruined, and the shoulder of Rose’s shirt had suffered for it. Juleka hesitated before they left.

“When we come back…” Marinette smiled, encouraging her, and Juleka flushed, “Could we maybe… sit with you guys?” Damian watched as Marinette seemed to glow at the thought, her smile brightening.

“Of course.” And then the two girls were gone, off to the stalls.

Marinette slumped back into her seat with a sigh, a tired but pleased smile on her face. Alix smiled a bit.

“You look exhausted.” Marinette groaned, using one of her napkins to clean up her face some more.

“A lot has happened, and it’s not even one o’ clock, Alix. We still have the Pier to go to today.” She cleared her throat, taking a drink of her drink; crying was exhausting. “I’m kind of terrified of anything else happening.”

“Rest assured, miss Dupain-Cheng, I am doing everything I can to make sure nothing else happens.”

Marinette jolted, her knee slamming into the underside of the table, and she groaned as Chloe began to laugh; Alix and Kim shared a grin while Max sighed. Damian turned and glared up at his father.

“Father, what are you doing here?”

Bruce smiled down at the students, offering Marinette an amused grimace.

“I apologize for startling you. Are you ok?” Marinette flushed, waving off his concern even as her knee pulsed in agony. Gods, she felt dumb.

“It’s fine, sir! I’ve had worse, I promise! I just didn’t hear you come up. And please, call me Marinette.” Bruce looked oddly concerned at the promise of her having had worse, but he merely filed it away for later. He gave her a smile.

“Marinette, then. I wanted to reassure you that I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you’re able to enjoy the rest of your day.” The blood rushed to Marinette’s head so fast she got dizzy.

“S-sir, you don’t have to do anything like that! There’s no reason for you to! I’ll be fine, I swear.” Bruce shook his head, holding his hand up.

“Nonsense, I owe you a great debt, Marinette; whether you think so or not. The fact remains that I sponsored this trip, and you saved my granddaughter. You have more than earned the right to a good time.” He smiled, nodding at Damian, “I trust my son has been good to you?”

Chloe covered her mouth as she snorted, and Marinette flushed; Damian sighed. Marinette couldn’t help her smile as she nodded.

“Yes, sir! Damian has been nothing but wonderful since we met! He has a lot of respect for you.” Damian stared at her, scandalized.

“Angel!” Marinette laughed.

“I never said I wouldn’t tell him!”

Bruce watched the two interact with a fond smile, seeing his son blush for what he’s certain is the first time. He cleared his throat, and smirked when Damian glared at him.

“I trust you’ll still join us for dinner tonight? If not, we can do it another time.” Marinette nodded, a smile on her face.

“I would love to, sir. Thank you very much.” Bruce smiled, and held his hand out. She shook it, giving him a startlingly sweet smile.

“Please, call me Bruce.” He stepped back, and regarded her friends, “Forgive me, but it’ll take some time to arrange a meal to accommodate all of you. I should be able to schedule it for sometime next week. Would that be alright?”

Most of the kids stared at him in shock, but Chloe merely smiled, flipping her hair.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Wayne. We’d love to.” Bruce chuckled a bit, nodding.

“Excellent. Damian,” He looked back at his son, thoroughly enjoying the aggravated look he was given, “I’d like you to stay with Marinette during their time at the pier. Keep the… riff raff away.” Damian scoffed.

“I don’t need you to tell me that.” Bruce smirked, and raised a brow.

“I know.” Leaving his son embarrassed and glaring, Bruce waved at the kids before turning and leaving, heading back towards the teacher and security. He sighed, looking at the blonde boy who had caused this situation.

Always another problem to take care of...

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This is the first time I’m writing any kind of romance, but HOLY SHIT it is SO MUCH FUN. ALSO NEXT TIME! THE PIER! RIDES! GAMES! A DATE????? MAYBE!! XD ....I really wanted it to be the dinner finally, but it’s still like,,,,,, early afternoon lmao and school trips always feature a pretty full day of activities (at least they did when I went). Anyway, I hope you guys liked this one as much as I do! I had a lot of fun writing this one! I haven’t started chapter 4 yet, but I usually spend my weekends writing, so as long as I maintain my current level of sick, I should be fine lmao

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KARASUNO x READER: Once Upon A Pottery

Whenever you have time, you always visit the pottery club and make at least one pot before going home. But today you were so immersed in making different types of pots that you haven’t even noticed the blue sky turned to orange.

“Oh crap! Takeda sensei! Totally forgot about it.” you always go home late that Takeda sensei, the adviser of the volleyball club entrusted you with the keys of the other rooms his holding. So without cleaning yourself first, you ran to the faculty room to find him and when you were there, he wasn’t. “He’s probably in the covered gym for volleyball club.”

“Oh yeah. Thanks sensei!” you said and ran off to the covered gym, clay all over your clothes and some are on your face.

When you’re getting nearer and nearer the gym, you can hear how chaotic this club is. You’re right on the door when you confirmed that yeah, they’re indeed chaotic.

“ROOOOOLINGGGG THUNDERRRR!!!” The one with dyed bangs screamed while rolling on the floor. You want to laugh so badly but that would be rude.

“Noya-senpai! Teach me the rolling thunder!” The tangerine cutie pie said to that short guy too who screamed rolling thunder. His eyes are sparkling, wow.

“Hinata boke! Position yourself! It’s your turn to receive!” that intimidating guy screamed to the cutie tangerine. Wews.

“Whatever Kageyama. You’re always grumpy. You’re gonna get wrinkles at a very young age.” Tangerine said.

“He’s saying you’re old King.” The tallest one said.

“Tsukki!” the cute green haired guy said to the tall one.

“Oh shut up Yamaguchi.” he replied and walked past me. Uhh...hi I’m right here.

They all so noisy that they didn’t even notice you until they were throwing balls to each other. Are they playing dodgeball but spiking it to each other? W-what is this place?

The ball almost hit you but your reflexes were fast that you suddenly ducked.

“Oh! A cute girl appeared!” The bald guy yelled and they suddenly are walking towards you like you’re their prey.

Ok mom...I’m scared.

You were chanting all prayers that you could remember when an angel suddenly appeared in front of you and blocking the predators.

“Hi, how can I help you?” Oh my gosh. Such sweet voice. Such beauty. What a queen. “Hello?” she repeated.

“Oh I’m sorry. Uh is Takeda sensei here?”

“No. He’s at the back at the moment.”

“Oh thank you. I’ll just see him personally.” You said and she just nodded and continued on folding the jerseys in the corner of the gym with another black haired guy helping him.

You took another glance in the gym and they all look like they’re having fun. Oh to be in that group.

You were looking for Takeda sensei when you saw him talking to the other three tall guys. The three looked so stressed, tired and scared? But why though?

“Y/n?” you snapped out and jog towards Takeda sensei.

“Sensei.” You greeted and bowed also to the three guys.

“Oh these are the third year members of the volleyball club. Daichi, Asahi and Suga. Boys this is y/n” Sensei introduced his students to you. You smiled and they smiled back too.

“Oh well. We’ll go ahead to the gym sensei. It’s nice meeting you Y/n” Daichi said and you just nodded and smiled to him and suddenly you saw him blushed or you were just imagining things? You just shrugged it off.

“Here is the key sensei. I’m sorry I turned it over so late. I was so immersed in doing some pots and I tried doing miniatures now.”

“Oh that’s good.” Sensei nonchalantly said.

“What’s wrong sensei?” You asked as if you could do something.

“Uh well. The volleyball team is so stressed out with the tournament coming.” You literally made a face when Sensei said they were stressed out when you clearly remembered that they were so chaotic a while ago.

“Oh is that so...” You honestly don’t even know what to say after that. You see that is why you don’t ask things! Stupid y/n!

“Anyways you look like you had fun with pottery club huh.”

You nodded excitedly as Takeda sensei pointed that out. He just laughed and then suddenly stopped. So you stopped as well.

“What’s wrong sensei? Did your bones crack? Is it signs of aging? What’s wrong?”

“Take them with you!” You were taken aback when he yelled that.

“Excuse me sensei but what? What am I taking? Who’s them? I am not kidnapping anyone just to let you know.”

“The volleyball club! They need to refresh. They need a new environment. They need a day off.” He got so excited that you can’t even react properly. You just stared at him for a few seconds and then he talked again. “Pottery is fun, isn’t it Y/n?”

“Uhh sensei why are you looking at me like you’re planning something evil?”

“Let’s go!” He suddenly said and dragged you towards the gym.

All the boys suddenly stopped whatever they were doing when Takeda-sensei and you showed up in the gym.

“Sensei I didn’t know you’re into youngsters?” The blonde coach said. With all due respect I wanna punch this coach’s throat.

“Uhh no.” Sensei suddenly let go of your hand like as if he got chills.

“Jeez sensei you hurt my feelings.” You muttered. Obviously you were kidding and Noya and the bald guy got it first so they put their arms around your shoulder and ruffled your hair.

“I like this kid!” the bald guy said. “But of course not in that way Kiyoko-san. You’re my queen and I will never stop loving you my queen.”

Again, you made a face when he said that. Are guys usually this cheesy?

“Uhm, Tanaka, Noya I think you should not put your arms on a lady’s shoulder.” Daichi said, worry is painted all over his face.

When the duo did let you go, you said thank you to Daichi that he was the only who noticed it and he suddenly scratched his nape and turned to the side. “You’re welcome”

“What was it Daichi?” The tall guy with a bun asked Daichi and he sort of panicked.

“Uhh no-nothing.” He composed himself and clapped his hands. “Boys line up. Takeda-sensei has an announcement to make.”

Oh you’re the captain? You didn’t say that but sort of signed language it to him? You just had an eye contact and did weird actions with your hands that you personally doesn’t even know how he understood it.

He still replied with a shy smile and nodded.

“I know you all guys are stressed out because the tournament is coming and if we’ll just keep on practicing in that state we will not achieve anything. So I thought that we should take a day off.” And then that’s where the team suddenly started to make a noise.

Like...

“Day off? We don’t need that. We’re perfectly fine.”

“W-what’s day off?”

“Does that mean, no balls for a day?”

“Ohhh yas! Movie marathon, guys?”

“I probably going to taste every kind of ice cream in coach Ukai’s store.”

“Huh...I do need a day to wash all of my laundry.”

“Who wants to go to the temple and make a prayer?”

“So it’s a day of tossing myself? That sounded wrong. So a day tossing my own self? That didn’t sound right either.”

“As long as I can have a rest not seeing and hearing these idiots for a day, I’m perfectly fine with it.”

Y’all have to be kidding me. You turned towards Daichi and you can see how he’s smiling awkwardly looking at you and like conveying that “Well this is my team and yes they’re full of idiots.” So you laughed all of a sudden.

“What’s wrong y/n?” Sensei asked and you just shook your head saying nothing.

You can see that Suga and Asahi are eyeing you and Daichi so you stood straight. And you can see that sly smile of Suga and Asahi.

“That’s not bad sensei. We do need to relax.” coach ukai said.

“Perfect! That’s why tomorrow we’re going to y/n’s pottery studio! Her family owns one!”

“Ye---excuse me what?” That took you a double take. They’re going to what now?

“Yes! We’re going to your studio tomorrow if that’s fine?” Sensei asked like as if you do have a choice.

You roamed your eyes to the boys who’s waiting for your answer and ended up having eye contact with Daichi. He smiled at you genuinely.

“Well I don’t have a choice do I.” And the boys cheered.

You heard that it’s their first time doing pottery. Hinata and Kageyama even never heard of it before.

“So that’s why you look like that. I thought you’re just a messy eater.” Tsukishima said to you. By now you know their names especially Tsukishima who gets on your nerves.

You turned to Daichi drinking water and asked, “Daichi can I at least kick his balls?” The man you asked is now coughing with the water he was drinking.

You stayed in the gym for a while and had fun talking and playing with them. You also gave instructions on how to get to your studio. In just a blink of an eye it’s already night. All of the members are going home and keeps on mentioning on how they’re so excited to make pots tomorrow.

You are walking with the third year boys until the gate when Suga suddenly said that Asahi and he left something in the gym and they need to get it back and both you and Daichi should go ahead.

“We do?” Asahi asked and Suga elbowed him. The poor big guy almost coughed blood.

After the long silence, Daichi talked, “Uhhh…I’ll take you home? Oh crap that didn’t sound right”

You looked at him, your brow raised and he panicked.

“Cute” you muttered.

“W-what?”

“Nothing.” You started to walk and he was left behind so you turned around and asked him. “I thought you’re taking me home, Captain?” You wish it was still daylight to see Daichi’s blushing face. You love to see him blush, that’s why you teased him the whole day.

On the way home you both talked about how he knows you ever since. He always see you in the pottery room club alone and sometimes he also sees you walking home alone. He was so shy telling you that he wanted to walk you home but you may found him creepy, so he didn’t. And you also sharing that you noticed him as well who’s always chasing that crazy duo, Kageyama and Hinata whenever they’re around the principal and you also mentioned that time when you were at the stairs and you witnessed how the wig of the principal flew and landed on Daichi’s head. Both of your laughs are loud and it was a beautiful sound.

It was indeed your first interaction but it seemed like the two of you knew each other for a long time. And you like it. You like his company and you don’t mind having his company again.

The day has arrived when the Karsasuno team is going to learn pottery in your studio. Its weekend and you already got your parents’ permission. They were actually delighted to know that a lot of people wanted to learn pottery.

You didn’t expect that the whole team would be there. Even Tsukishima is present. They look cute with casual clothes. You looked at Daichi, not bad, indeed a captain. You hide your smirk when you noticed Suga and Asahi were looking at you with their evil smiles again.

You took them to a large room. The tools and equipment are already. As they walked in, they adored the room first and wowed on every finished pottery products your parents displayed in the room.

You noticed how the third years including Kiyoko are whispering to each other and like encouraging Daichi to do something. You just shrugged, its none of your business anyways.

You tried to demo the simplest thing anyone can do. You tried to do a small bowl and you also explained it’s up to them on whatever they want to do. You just did the demo on how to wet the clay and the pressure of the fingers, the way you turn the table. Whatever they’re products will end up, it’s ok because it’s their first time.

They started to try it, you can see their smiles and hear their laughs.

Kageyama and Hinata trying to compete to each other and convincing you to judge who got the prettiest product later, you just laughed and nodded.

“Noya look. It’s like penis.” Tanaka called out. Everybody was quiet and just looking at them but they were dense so Noya of course respond, “Yes! It is indeed a penis!”

You laughed so hard and Daichi just slapped his forehead.

Everybody is enjoying pottery and you said to yourself that you won’t mind this kind of dumbasses coming over every weekend for lessons. You saw Daichi getting serious with his work. Frowning and focusing on whatever he was doing. You can vouch that whatever he is doing, it doesn’t look like a real thing. But at least he’s working hard for it.

You planned on scaring him from the back but a better plan popped in your head.

You stood behind him and leaned on him. He flinched and that made you smile, you really like teasing him. You tucked some strands of your hair behind your ear and put your palm over his large hand. “You’re too tense…” you looked at him and whispered,”…Captain.”

You looked at each other for a few seconds and you he suddenly smirked. W-what’s he thinking? That startled you because that is not his usual reaction.

He leaned to you closer. Like there’s just half an inch gap on your faces. “You do love to tease me…” he looked at your lips and back to your eyes, “…y/n”

You flinched and walked to the front to demo something else but you were blushing and shaking so much so you excused yourself and when you went out, you leaned on the wall of the room. You can still hear them talking.

They’re teasing him so much. All of them except the first years are cheering for Daichi.

“C-captain. Are you ok?” You can hear Hinata asking.

“Sugawara senpai! Captain isn’t moving anymore!” The panick on Hinata’s voice is recognizable.

Suga and Asahi just laughed.

“So you already made a move huh, Daichi. So bold of you to do that right in front of us.” Suga teases him.

“Apparently Daichi has been liking her since we were 2nd years. He once saw her in the pottery club, orange skies. Usual scenes that you see in movies when they fall in love.” Asahi added.

“He was just too shy to ask her because he’s stupid.” Kiyoko said.

You bit your lower lip. He liked me that long?!

You heard a chair screech. “I-I was an ass. Wasn’t I? Why did I do that? Now what will she think?! She will not talk to me anymore! Now that we became friends, I did this stupid shit and---“

“Captain! Captain! Relax! I can see that y/n likes you. I’m not sure about the romantic way but she does like you.” The green haired said. Yamaguchi my boy!

“You think?” Daichi genuinely asked.

“I’m on Yamaguchi for this one. Yesterday you two communicate using eye contact. You don’t even need to speak words. It was weird but you both have connection. A weird one at that.” Tsukishima finally have a good thing to say!

You inhaled and exhaled. Composing yourself and act like you didn’t hear anything.

When you went in, everyone was quiet and they suddenly sat on their chairs and continued their work. If you haven’t heard them talking you might be suspicious on why they’re quiet because they’re not usually like this.

“Are you all finish?” You asked them and they all nodded at the same time. You laughed because it looked like you were teaching kids. “Ok well you all can take that home. A souvenir from me and maybe a good luck charm for the upcoming tournament?”

They all cheered and everybody was so happy with their finished product.

When everyone was outside, Daichi and you are left in the room. You just didn’t mind him because he was helping you tidy things up.

He handed you a cute saucer that he made. He is also holding one. Aww he made a pair.

“A souvenir from me to you as well. I’m sorry by the way of what happened a while ago…uhhh I kinda just---“you cut him off because obviously he’s too shy to ask you out so you just rolled your eyes.

“If you win this spring interhigh against Aoba Johsai. Want to go have a dinner with me?”

He just looked at you, frozen and just blinking there every second. Cannot believe on what he just said.

“Uhh…and if we lose?” he was hesitant to ask.

You walked towards him and looked at him in the eyes and confidently said, “I know you won’t.” and clicked the saucer he gave me to the saucer he was holding, like we were making a toast.

“You don’t need my good luck. Have fun on the court, Captain Sawamura.”

I just want to thank @marvel-ing-at-it-all for sending a request thru ask <3 i had fun making this tysm for sending a request bc that means you like my work and u dont know how much joy you gave me, ily and have a great day ahead <3

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years ago

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Dog Days: Prologue

A/N: What’s up y’all! So today I give you the beginning, or third part, of the series Dog Days. Hitting y’all 2 times with the feels in one day, with this and chapter 7 of Work Out. If you want to be included let me know, I’ll make a permanent tag soon.

Warnings: slight angst from a past thought

Word Count: 1,629😁

Tag Squad: @sunlightandkisses • @honeychicana • @crushed-pink-petals • @themyscxiras • @dc41896 • @maddiestundentwritergaines • @champagnesugamama • @sdcyumyum • @badassbaker • @titty-teetee • @fumbling-fanfics

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“Damnit. The traffic in an airport in Atlanta, is worse than LA traffic. Move people, come on!”

“Mom. It’ll be ok? Don’t worry.” My 10 year old son, Javier, didn’t even look up from his Nintendo Switch, as we moved on the conveyor belt. We maneuvered through the crowds quickly, and precisely, but folks like to be slow.

“Javier, my sweet, sweet boy. Your mama needs to sleep. This plane ride will help me out greatly.”

Traveling from state to state, to make sure my magazine thrived for location shoots, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. Not at this hour however, still not a morning person even though I’m fully awake.

“How did the interview go with Normani? She’s really pretty.” The way his eyes lit up when I mentioned I had an interview with an up and coming singer, was like a kid going to Disney World.all wide eyed and bushy tailed.

“It went great. She has new music coming out soon and I love her drive; her commitment and style. It was fun. Does my little man have a crush? Ooh Javier imma tell my mama.” I enjoyed teasing him every now and then.

“Mom! Come on.” The cheesy grin on his face was so precious. He tried to hide behind his knees in his seat, as we waited for our group number to be called. We were a few hours early anyway.

I bet you're wondering when did I have time to have a kid? I started to remember how I got my little angel.

Almost 14 years ago, I had Javier with my late fiancé Vincenzo Giovani. He was the love of my life when we first met and I thought we’d last. I was wrong, way wrong. He was in an intense line of work and I didn’t like any of it. By the time I had Javier, Vinny was in too deep with the Italian mafia. Under his father's ruling, and apparently my father’s jurisdiction, it was meant to be.

It was more of a business move for him, and I didn’t want to be in any part of it. I was still in my 20’s, very young and in college for my second degree: I was so emotional by the end of it all and it had gotten worse after I had Javier. The further into our relationship, the sweet nature I thought Vinny had was just a facade. The fights got worse: the emotional abuse was horrific and my physical being proved that I was a victim. I hated that my son grew up around that environment, seeing his mother be hurt like that.

So I decided to have Javier go live with my mother, for the time being, till I got matters sorted out. It was late one night, on a Wednesday and raining, I got into a fight with Vinny. It was a great deal of arguing; items being thrown and broken, and one moment that pushed us both over the edge.

I had mentioned how he was a bad father, and a horrible baby daddy on top of it all. He pushed me against the wall and got in my face. Telling me over and over how I wasn’t anything to him: I was a waste of space, just one of his many baby mamas he has laying around. I wasn’t anything to him, I felt enraged all over again.

Before he could hit me again, like he’d used to do countless times, he choked me. I clawed at his arm as much as I could, gasping for air. My vision treading to go black, until I grabbed his gun. He barely let me go and I shoved it against his torso. He looked me dead in my eyes and said ‘you wouldn’t dare. You don’t have the guts to shoot me.’ I thought over all the times I’ve been hurt; the nights I cried and felt alone. He squeezed my throat harder and then a bang rang through the house.

I shot him in cold blood, about 4 times. All those years of feeling inadequate I finally felt at peace. Crying in being released from my physical prison. I was thankful that my son wasn’t there during all of that. I still carry that burden till this day. Wishing I had raised Javier in a better environment.

The nightmares of him trying to kill me, kept coming back every now and then. A year later, the day I met Henry through Roxie changed all of that. He made the nightmares vanish, with his caring love and good nature. He even taught me self defense and he restored my faith in falling in love.

Javier was young, but knew of Henry growing up. The only father figure he’s ever known over the course of five and a half years that we dated. It hurt him for us to break up, it hurt him tremendously. The reason we broke up, was because of my father Julian. He was going to blackmail me, for killing Vinny, if I didn’t break up with Henry.

He would say that I wasn’t good for Henry’s image, and I didn’t need to be in his spotlight. I didn’t want to break up with him, he was my light, and it hurt us both. My father, who I don’t even claim as my dad anymore, is a bitter old man who doesn’t want anyone else to be happy but him. No wonder my mother divorced him because he ain’t shit. He cheated on a good woman, who birthed all four of his kids, with a woman who was like family, and had the audacity to get mad when my mom gave him divorce papers.

Someday I was hoping, Henry and I would get back together, and it looks like we just might. I took the initiative to talk to him at the beginning of 2018, and it was the best decision I’ve ever made.

“Mom, it’s our turn to board. Warm cookies here I come!” The tug on my arm from my active little boy, took me out of my trance, focusing back on the task at hand of getting back home.

Wiping away my tears, I caught up with him. “I’m coming Jay, wait for me please.”

“Sorry. I just want the window seat this time around, you know? Slightly more leg room and- dad?” Javier stopped in front of me, causing a slight jam, luckily no one was hurt.

He hasn’t said that phrase in god knows how long. Why would he be saying that though? I glanced up to see what all the commotion was and froze. He did mention he had business in Atlanta, but didn’t say what time he’d be going back to California.

“Javier? Oh my god look at you, you’ve gotten so big.” The way he hugged him, was like a reunion you’d see in those Lifetime movies. Just full of love and a few happy tears were shared.

“Your mom didn’t tell me you’d be going to Atlanta with her.”

“She also didn’t say she talks to you too. I'm glad you both are talking and I hope it’s long term?” The hopeful turn in his voice was sweet and caring. Just like any kid that’s wishing for a miracle to happen.

We both looked at each other for a split second, then back at Javier. “It’s possible.” We say simultaneously.

“Yes! Oh this better than Christmas, mom we’re in the same area as dad. You two over there, I’ll be here across from y’all.” Gathering all his belongings, he made it his mission to get comfy on the way back home.

Sitting next to Henry, after placing my stuff in the overhead bin, I couldn’t help but feel like a giddy schoolgirl around him all over again.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Leon.” His smooth voice, mixed with his infamous smirk, overtook my thought process.

Biting my bottom lip, I couldn’t suppress my giggle. “You as well, Mr. Cavill.”

“Are you guys free tomorrow? I’d like to spend the day with you, if that’s ok with him Javier?” Henry asked cautiously.

The classic kid in a candy store look. This kid, without a shadow of a doubt, knew how to work somebody. “It’s totally fine with me! Mom?”

“I don’t see why not. Sounds like a plan.” Henry slyly laced our fingers together, kissing the back of my hand gingerly. Javier was smiling like a kid in a candy store, before going back to his game.

Henry leaned over next to me, whispering in my ear. “Ever since we saw each other that day at the art festival, you’ve been glowing. What’s your secret?”

“Getting my light back to shine in my life.” The way I whispered back to him, as I started scratching his chin, I could swear his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Boy you are so sprung over me.” I smiled happily.

He kissed my nose, making me melt at his words. “That’s because my love for you never truly died. It rose from the ashes when you kissed me again.”

“Damn you’re good.”

“I’ve been told. I’ve missed you Yaya.” His genuine smirk was unmistakable. Resting my head on his shoulder, it felt like we never broke up to begin with.

“I’ve missed you too Dally, so very much.” Placing s kiss on his cheek, I noticed how read he had gotten by it. Javier chuckled at us both with glee, happy to be in the presence of his parents reunion.

This was going to be a pleasant reunion, cause God bless the friendly skies, Javier was definitely getting his wish after all.

#henry x amiyah #amiyah leon #henry cavill x amiyah leon #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #meagan tandy #dog days #dog days prologue #henry cavill x oc

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ineffably-effable · 5 years ago

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Come up and see me (make me smile)

Golgotha, 33 AD

Summary: Golgotha, 3004 BC.

Word count: 1934 words

AN: Continues on from the role-reversal au started in Come up and see me (make me smile)

Thanks again to @mia-ugly for being a wonderful and supportive beta reader.

(read on ao3)

Six hours.

That was how long he suffered before death finally took him.

Six. Fucking . Hours.

(“They call it crucifixion.” Aziraphale had told him once - centuries ago, in a Persian tavern - eyes downcast, as his fingers tapped out a nervous rhythm on the jar of wine in his hands. “They hammer seven-inch nails between the wrist bones to suspend the body’s weight then, over time, the force wrenches the shoulders from their sockets and crushes the rib cage.” he explained flatly. “The condemned is kept in excruciating pain until they suffocate or their heart gives out.“ The demon drank deeply from the jar. "It can last for hours, even days depending on the method.” He looked up, meeting Crowley’s eyes for the first time that evening. “Every time I think I’ve seen the full extent of their barbarity - every blessed time - they find a way to outdo themselves.“)

Unlike Aziraphale, this was the first crucifixion Crowley had attended. Although the demon’s description had been accurate Crowley found it hadn’t prepared him for the actual experience.

In fairness to the demon, Crowley wasn’t sure words existed that could fully convey the experience as well as agonized screams were able to.

Crowley hadn’t attended the trial or the sentencing, it felt pointless when he knew what the outcome would be. He had however attempted to miracle the man impervious to pain. (It seemed like the least he could do). Crowley had felt it take effect with some satisfaction, and then felt it being reverted immediately with annoyance. He tried two more times before he received a strongly-worded communication (i.e. Gabriel yelling directly into his brain) that any further interference would be treated as grounds for Crowliel’s removal from earth. A follow-up from Michael (rather less yelling, but still headache-inducing) warned Crowley that crucifixion had been chosen especially for its brutality (to establish a “convincingly sympathetic religious symbol”) and that he should keep an eye out for demonic interference instead of being a nuisance.

Well, that was him told .

He arrived at Golgotha just as the procession made its way to the base of the skull-shaped rock. Aziraphale spotted him shortly afterwards, the demon weaving through the crowd to take a place at Crowley’s side. They had both winced - and noticed the other doing so - as the centurion’s hammer was put to its purpose. Aziraphale threw Crowley a look as if to say ” well, this is certainly fucked up “ but otherwise remained silent.

As the mourners wailed, and the three men grew more delirious from pain, Crowley wondered why his demonic counterpart was even there. Unlike other demons - Aziraphale was not the type to take pleasure from others’ suffering, yet he also seemed disinclined to interfere. Instead he looked restless, he kept stealing uneasy glances skyward and at Crowley as though he were waiting for divine intervention.

Good luck with that. Crowely thought bitterly.

The hours passed, the sky darkened - Jesus finally, blessedly, died - and the bodies were brought down and carried away. The mourners and spectators gradually dispersed until it was just the two of them remaining, sitting side by side on a large bench-shaped rock the demon had miracled about three hours into the proceedings.

But now, Aziraphale had taken to his feet - he was pacing back and forth. Crowley watched him and found himself torn. Equal parts longing to start a conversation and unable to think of anything to say. Well, he could think of plenty to say, but there was a low-burning bitter fury in his gut - the type that led him to voice the sort of thoughts that worried his demonic friend. So he remained silent.

“Did you ever meet him?” Aziraphale asked, a little too suddenly, as if the question has been on the tip of his tongue for hours.

Crowley shook his head, still staring out at the now-empty wooden beams.

“I did once,” Aziraphale started, “I was assigned to tempt him to faithlessness.” Crowley looked up at that, and Aziraphale smiled wryly at his surprise. “I don’t think anyone below really expected it to take, they just felt like we should be seen to do something .”

“How did that work out for you?” Crowley asked, genuinely curious.

“He was exceptionally clever and stubbornly devout. How do you think it went?” Crowley smirked at him, and Aziraphale laughed. “I changed tactics of course. Debated theology and ethics with him until I was blue in the face - we had forty days so thought odds were good I might catch him in some form of hypocrisy. It was truly vexing. He gave the impression that I amused him.” Aziraphale seemed fond of the memory. “You would have liked him.”

Crowley didn’t doubt it.

“I’m sure I would have.”

(It was the reason he had avoided Nazareth since the annunciation. He may have been slow on the uptake - it might have taken forty years of pointless wandering with a tribe of doomed Israelites - but no one could say he didn’t learn from his mistakes. When the Almighty played favourites it was best not to get emotionally invested.

He felt an urge to confess that to Aziraphale, but suppressed it. Crowley was unsure whether Aziraphale would applaud his self-preservation or be disgusted with his cowardice.)

“Be kind to each other.” the demon said out of the blue, startling Crowley from his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“That’s what he said to anger them all.” The demon’s tone was inscrutable, but Crowley thought his words were an over-simplification.

“For my money, it was his knack for drawing crowds and threatening their authority.”

Aziraphale shook his head angrily.

“He was kind and they tortured him for it.” The demon’s voice had a hard edge to it. “He believed in Her and She abandoned him.” he spat.

Oh.

The demon turned his face away. Crowley heard his breathing hitch.

“Aziraphale…” Crowley didn’t know what to say, how to approach this type of anger. (A millennia-old question burned in his throat, one he desperately wanted answered but not at the cost of causing his friend more pain.)

“Do you think She felt anything when he cried out for Her?” the demon asked.

Crowley wanted badly to reach out and grasp Aziraphale’s hand within his own. Wanted to use that grip to pull the demon into his arms. Wanted to offer him whatever comfort he could. Wanted, but didn’t.

Coward.

His fingers twitched.

“Aziraphale, I-”

The demon turned to look at Crowley and studied him. He forced a smile.

“It’s alright dear.”

“No it’s…”

“Let’s not speak of it.” he says firmly. “I shouldn’t have sa-”.

“She’s bringing him back.” Crowley blurted out, stopping the demon in his tracks.

“What?”

“In three days, he’ll be resurrected. Then he’ll ascend to a seat by her side. She didn’t-” abandon him. Crowley cut himself off. “It wasn’t a punishment.” he said instead.

Aziraphale stared at him. Crowley stood, approaching the demon slowly as though he might bolt.

“I’m glad for him.” Aziraphale said finally, voice raw.

Liar. Crowley thought. His expression must give him away because Aziraphale’s lips twisted into a smile. “No, really. He didn’t deserve that.”

“No he didn’t.” Crowley stressed with absolute certainty, hoping he’d made himself clear. He received a sharp look in response.

“Don’t. I was indulging in self-pity and you shouldn’t humour me- just don’t.”

Crowley raised both hands placatingly.

“OK I won’t.”

“Good.” Aziraphale pronounced.

A beat of awkward silence hung between them.

Aziraphale fumbled with his outer tunic and produced a leather pouch. He unfastened the tie and held it out to Crowley. “Apricot?”

Crowley stared at him blankly.

“You brought snacks?“ (A small, easily dismissed, part of Crowley's brain delighted in how precious that was.)

“I always carry something,” the demon replied defensively. “And I haven’t eaten all day!”

Crowley rolled his eyes. “We don’t need to eat.”

Aziraphale shrugged and stuffed a few apricots into his mouth. “It does feel awfully good though.” he responded, while chewing. The innocent pleasure on his face cheered Crowley considerably.

“Oh go on,” he held a hand out.

Aziraphale grinned, and dumped five or six pieces onto Crowley’s palm. Then the cheeky bastard laughed.

“Who knew tempting an angel would be so easy?”

Crowley stared at the dried fruit in his hand and then back at the demon. He picked up a piece and regarded it carefully, enjoying the weight of Aziraphale’s anticipation. Then, he pelted it at him. He grinned at the demon’s surprised yelp.

“Will you stay here long?” Crowley asked innocently, entertained by the way Aziraphale was warily eyeing the remaining apricots in his hand.

Aziraphale shook his head. “Received orders last night, it’s Rome for me. You?”

Crowley popped the rest of the dried fruit in his mouth. “Here for the time being,” he replied, chewing thoughtfully, “although Heaven knows I should look in on the empire if you’ve been left there unattended.”

Aziraphale groaned at the familiar jibe.

“It’s been over five decades, surely we can move past this?"

"Of course, as soon as you stop insulting my intelligence and just admit what you did.”

“You have no proof whatsoever.”

“Four years of you whinging about Alexandria, then his senators turn on him the very week you arrive in the city.”

"Coincidence?” Aziraphale offered sheepishly.

“Try again.”

“Divine justice?”

Crowley glared at him. Aziraphale gave him a charming smile.

“It really was a beautiful library.”

Crowley tried to maintain the glare, but failed miserably. Completely unable to contain an amused huff.

He turned to look in the east, where the sun was beginning to rise. “I should probably be off soon.”

“Go on, I’m planning to fly to Jaffa from here anyway.”

Crowley hung back. Though the demon had hinted at his other form several times Crowley had never seen it.

“You know you can transform in front of me right? I wouldn’t think less of you for it.”

“Oh I know that,” the demon responded far too quickly, “it’s just not very impressive that’s all.”

“I don’t mind.”

Aziraphale looked uncomfortable. “They’re meant to be a bad omen, I wouldn’t want to curse you inadvertently.”

Crowley smirked.

“I’ll take my chances.”

Aziraphale sighed and then changed. Shrinking rapidly, his black and white curls morphed into brown and white feathers. His yellow eyes were the only part of him that remained the same. Crowley stretched out a hand and Aziraphale flew up to perch on it. He couldn’t have been more than eight inches tall.

“You’re adorable.” Crowley raised a finger to stroke the downy patch underneath his beak and received a (gentle peck).

“I’m formidable.” The owl grumbled back.

“You’re so little.” Another peck, this time sharper. “None of that now.” Crowley chastised. “I don’t know why you wouldn’t show this form off more, you’re very handsome like this.”

“Oh handsome ‘like this’ am I? Thank you very much.” Crowley tried not to laugh as the annoyed demon literally ruffled its feathers.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Your eyes are always very striking, demon.”

“I’ll see you in Rome, angel . That is if you can bear to see my hideous human form."

That did make Crowley laugh. "You’re just fishing for compliments now.” he stroked Aziraphale’s head, somewhat surprised the demon was allowing such an affectionate gesture. The owl made a happy sounding trill noise which it cut off abruptly - as though it had taken him by surprise. Without another word the demon head-butted Crowley’s fingers away and flew off.

Crowley watched until Aziraphale disappeared from view before he made his way back to the town.

#good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands fic #good omens role reversal #role reversal au #reversed omens #demon!aziraphale #angel!crowley #my writing

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zombiejette · 5 years ago

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RadioDust HCs:

ok kids. bc i have no chill yet no desire to clean these ramblings up into an actual fic, have some of my extremely self-indulgent hcs for this ship. this is gonna get long-winded and wild, so strap tf in.

General HCs:

Alastor is gray or demisexual. Meaning he is generally sex-repulsed until he becomes incredibly close to someone. This is pretty much my standard HC across the board for him, especially when I’m trying to ship him with Angel cuz lord knows there needs to be a middle ground between their sexual natures somewhere lol

Even after falling for someone, he still is fairly indifferent to sex, but he does enjoy eliciting reactions, especially from someone he knows well. And in the rare event that he cares for another, he does genuinely want to bring them pleasure. Therefore he sees sex more as an extension of this and is willing to participate to make his partner happy/is interested in creating their reactions

Likes to know he’s the only one to rile them up as well, part of his power kink

Alastor also has no idea what these identity terms mean either: is a clueless murderous old man

Angel is a tad more Woke™, especially after being in Hell for a while

Having younger generations of demon friends helps with this: Cherri or Vaggie being the ones to usually clue him in to more modern concepts

Drives Angel up a gd wall when he attempts to explain a modern invention/slang/pop culture reference to Alastor, who only digs his heels in with Not Understanding it just to piss him off more

Alastor not only does understand, but saves this fact for the times when he really wants to impress/screw with Angel, or when the knowledge comes in handy

He’ll never forget the look on Angel’s face when he casually informed him that the deer selfie filter is actually super offensive to him and would you please be a ‘deer’ and cease using it on insta thank you now there’s a love

Angel is now super paranoid that Alastor will see all his social media interactions somehow, despite him NOT having any accounts anywhere

Does not stop him from posting nsfw selfies and tagging them with #alastor/radiodemon in the least

Anemia HCs:

ok so i read somewhere that angel was anemic on the hazbin wiki info, or something?? i don’t know if that was real or not but uh... i took it and ran with it, so now it’s my hc, and this whooooole thing turned itself into a multi-part mini fic, which is all under the cut. if you’re dying of radiodust thirst like me, pls enjoy this mess.

Part One:

Angel is indeed anemic, and the first time Alastor finds out is when he literally passes out into his arms like a bad ‘Gone with the Wind’ parody

At first Alastor was disgusted, thinking this was yet another stupid ploy to hit on him... until he realized Angel wasn’t speaking anymore

Something that never happens

He wasn’t expecting to care, let alone lift the spider the rest of the way into his arms, carrying him to Charlie so she can figure this out

One second, Angel was fainting on him, the next, Alastor found himself sitting by his bed, placing a cool cloth over his brow and waiting for Charlie to get back with supplies

Almost like something out of those novels Mother used to think she had so cleverly hidden away

Hmm

Somehow, that thought alone was not enough to make him leave, so there he dutifully remained

Even as Angel woke up, groggy, yet giving him maybe the smallest, softest smile he’d ever seen the demon make

”Al... you stayed...”

Well that was certainly something. The way it made his pulse race quicker and palms sweat under his gloves was definitely new. And apparently enough to keep him sticking around through Charlie’s fussing and prodding and Angel’s consequent refusal of said mothering

Until Alastor remembered that anemic means lack of iron

iron like from meat

meat like from animals

and animal meat was his specialty!

Without another word, he left for the kitchen, only to return with a giant steak dinner (clearly bullied out of the staff in a rush), complete with mashed potatoes and vegetables and a large glass of orange juice

Literally everything Angel never eats

He refused to leave until it was all eaten, sitting back in his chair and bribing Angel with the offer to tell him a story as he finished it

And so he does, weaving a vivid tale just like back in his radio star days, complete with voices and hand gestures

Never before had Angel and Charlie ever seen Alastor quite this engaged in something that wasn’t murder or chaos; instead spinning a yarn about a boy and his magical pig who helps him to find his lost twin sister

Angel is quite enraptured, naturally, having to be prompted to keep eating a couple times, and Charlie hangs back by the doorway, absolutely beside herself internally at what’s unfolding before her

Vaggie would no doubt try to convince her otherwise later, and she may just be a princess of hell, but she knows love when she sees it dammit!

Eventually, she can sense the story’s end coming near, and as much as she wants to hear it, she wants their story to begin more, so she quietly slips away and leaves them alone

The tale indeed ends and Angel swallows the last of the drink, both quiet a moment, looking at each other

“…. Where’d ya hear that one Al?”

“Hear it?”

“Ya know, where’d you get it from? Some old fairy tale book? A movie? It’s real good and I know Molly would love that it’s basically just like us, so if ya tell me where to find it I can-“

“Nowhere. I made it up.”

“You made that up!!? Just now!?”

a small chuckle “Yes, that is what storytellers do…”

“… For me?”

Alastor pauses at that, regarding him again

“I suppose… Yes, yes that one was just for you. About you, really… with some… embellishments,” he twirls a hand nonchalantly in the air before returning it to the other in his lap “Either way I’ve never told it to anyone before, if that’s what you’re after.”

And there’s that smile again, the one that Angel never wore before today, and the one that Alastor would find himself chasing every day since, whether he realizes it or not

Part Two:

The only downside to this is now Alastor will not leave Angel alone about his iron intake

Constantly asking him if he’s had anything substantial today, pushing juices and vitamins and most of all meat onto him, sometimes holding him hostage to watch him eat it

Angel would be flattered if it didn’t interfere with his drug and alcohol habit so much

“Al, geez let up wouldya!? I’m already in Hell, why do I gotta be HELLthy too huh??” a smirk accompanied that, despite himself

the radio demon sighs “As much as I appreciate a well-timed pun, I must insist” he taps where Angel’s nose would be on a normal face “I’m already well aware that you’ll never be ‘healthy’, but I’d take conscious as a consolation prize.”

“Really?? YOU prefer me conscious??”

“Don’t flatter yourself-” he scoffed faintly “I have a hotel to endorse, and you are it’s prized resident, my opinions on the matter non-withstanding. I can’t very well have the famed Angel Dust dropping like a fly at a moment’s notice over such a small thing as malnutrition. What kind of operation would this look like if we couldn’t at least keep on top of something as simple as anemia, hmm?”

For once, Angel had nothing to return fire with, since the last time someone gave him such a convincing speech about his well-being was his sister right before his death, and he really didn’t feel like putting anyone through that agony again

Not even Alastor

After that, Angel takes whatever food Al gives him in annoyed silence, but he still takes it

Though it’s getting harder and harder to remain annoyed when what Alastor gives him starts increasing in quality

At first it’s swiped energy bars or simply juice, but then progresses to sandwiches and fruit and deviled eggs and little spinach quiches and tortes and assortments of cheeses that can’t be easy to procure down here, even with Alastor’s influence

If you cornered him, Angel would never admit it, but he actually forgot how much he missed real food after being inebriated constantly, and Al’s little treats become the new highlight of his day

He’ll even stop using some of the harder drugs so he can better taste them

Charlie would never tell them for fear of the whole thing stopping on an embarrassed dime, but she’s so so proud of them both for this little secret transaction

Angel does start looking and acting better as a result, even though he still abuses alcohol and softer drugs and def keeps his sexual nature intact

But he’s less irritable and prone to lashing out, and his coloring is brighter and his hair sleeker

He also isn’t as tired as often and hasn’t fainted at all since the first time, just feeling overall stronger and more lucid

Which he can’t really complain about even though he wants to

Part Three:

The hotel even benefits from this, some small press circulating about Angel’s newfound constitution and attributing it to their work

In celebration, one night Alastor invites him to a proper dinner at one of Hell’s most famous fancy restaurants

One where the press could easily find them if they wanted

Angel knows this is just to show off his progress but doesn’t shy away from it- for once excited to eat out somewhere and not “eat out” if ya know what I mean

Besides, Alastor doesn’t seem that perturbed to be seen in public with him either, a rare development and not one to scoff at

They both dress up nicer than normal for it, making a big show as the hotel’s representatives, even walking in arm-in-arm

Angel is not immune to the certain type of looks they get as they arrive, and wonders if he should tell Al

Seeing the man with one of his more casual and less murderous smiles on as they take their seats convinces him not to

It would be a shame to get their outfits all bloody anyway

Especially since Angel decided to return to his drag look for the evening, complete with a new skintight velvet dress, feeling far fancier all dolled up than in any of his menswear

The glances Al gives him from time to time don’t hurt either, eyes noticeably lingering on his exaggerated chest fluff each time

Something Angel has no problem with, leaning forward and accentuating it more, resting his chin on a hand lightly to prop his figure up

Alastor orders for the both of them since he knows the place better, raving about their veal and venison dishes on the way over

Earlier in the year, this might have unnerved Angel more, knowing the demon’s penchant for savagery and carnage when it came to “hunting”, but now? He found it almost charming, that Al was so invested in the meat selection of Hell’s dining establishments that he even made his own ranking system for the best places to get each type of animal, who better prepared it according to cuisine, and how each cut measured up in quality

Angel took the liberty of perusing their liquor selection to create his own ranking system, just to be fair

Would be impolite to let Al do all the work on this date after all

….. wait…..

Date???

The fork clattering to the floor jarred Angel back to his senses, realizing his elbow had slipped abruptly from its perch at the very thought, almost in an allergic reaction to the word

Al only raised a controlled eyebrow at the flustered way Angel ducked down to retrieve it under the table skirt

Which is of course the very moment the paparazzi decided to start snapping their pictures

Alastor quickly spun around at the flashing lights, smiling dangerously at them and stopping some of the more cowardly photographers, but not quite enough

Angel, oblivious, continued rooting around for the fork, all the while inching closer and closer towards Alastor’s seat

“Angel!” Al hissed, finally reaching under and putting a hand on Angel’s hair to still him. Of course not making this look any better. “Sit up. Now.”

“Wait, but I almost got it Al-ahh!”

He was roughly pulled up by the back of his dress and sat up, hair mussed and face flushed incriminatingly, only making Alastor groan in defeat at some more camera snaps

It took half a second, but Angel suddenly understood, face blank in momentary shock

Alastor fully expected him to turn it into another lewd joke, brush it off and dig the hole deeper, most certainly at the expense of his own comfort

He quickly steeled himself for the impending barrage of innuendos and unwanted touching

What he wasn’t prepared for was Angel to suddenly leave the table, storming right up to the cameramen with the angriest look he’d ever seen on the spider’s face

“Ey ya parasites!! Let me see those!” he holds a couple of impatient hands out for their cameras, still fuming

Some actually comply out of complete shock, not at all used to Angel Dust getting mad about being photographed ever, especially over anything sexual

Angel proceeds to delete the photos off the first camera… then gets more and more frustrated when the pictures just wouldn’t stop coming. After a while, he just smashes the camera on the ground in a huff

“Fuck this it’ll take too long!” he points to the remaining paparazzi with intact cameras, still shocked and clutching them “Y’all are gonna delete every SINGLE photo you took of that little misunderstanding just now, alright?? Or else I’m gonna keep smashing cameras! Got it??”

They all nod and start deleting hurriedly

“And if ANY a ya think about gettin’ wise and leaking some anyway… well… let’s just say I had a much more deadly occupation than porn star when I was alive…” his face darkens at that, putting on his best godfathers voice to hit it home “And I ain’t afraid a comin’ out of retirement temporarily… Capisce?”

They capisce

He returns to the table with a resigned sigh and combs through his wig to tame it again, taking out a compact to fix his face

Completely ignoring the stunned absence of a smile on Alastor’s

Eventually Angel dares to glance at it and gives him an involuntary cringe

“Ah... Sorry Al…” he starts slowly, stowing the compact away again in his bosom and looking down chagrined “I know I went and made a scene in your favorite place and… and yer probably real mad and all an’… oh damn, Charlie’s gonna kill me if you don’t firs-“

“-Thank you.”

“W.. wait what??”

“Thank you…” Alastor repeated, if only to assure himself he was really saying it “I… it was… I never expected you to get mad…”

“Al?”

“I thought you’d let them… run with it” he waves a hand, explaining himself, somewhat awkwardly “Especially since it… it would help you. Your reputation. To be caught with the radio demon like… like that.”

The way his voice became so small on the last two words worried Angel much more than he’ll ever admit. The way you could hear the mortification behind his smile. He always knew Al was adverse to the act but never had he seen him actually terrified by it. Paralyzed by the stark realization of how close he came to becoming its subject… even if only as a rumor

It simply emboldened Angel’s resolve

the spider scoffed lightly “Well yeah… maybe if that’s what we had been doin’… or if you were into that stuff at all…”

“What?”

“I mean we weren’t even actually tryin’! I was just lookin’ fer a dumb fork for cryin’ out loud-!“

“No… no what about… me being into it?”

a pause, and then a one-shouldered shrug “Well it’s not the same thing as a payin customer is it?… Like you don’ even LIKE sex and stuff and… it’s different when it’s just us flirtin’ and bullshittin’ around at the hotel… I know you hate that too but at least there no one ain’t tryin’ ya capitalize on yer pain. Word never gets out. No one knows just how much I get under yer skin, so it’s almost like it never happened. But these pictures…” he waved both of his right hands in unison, motioning for emphasis “They’re permanent.. and they’d only be helpin’ my reputation while hurtin’ yours…”

Alastor just continues to stare

“A-and the hotel’s… of course…”

Finally a smile returns to his face, but with no hint of anything except appreciation behind it

“Of course…”

Part Four:

The rest of dinner went smoothly

Al had indeed picked well, and the dishes were some of the best Angel had ever tasted, other than his Momma’s cooking of course

When Al made a small chuckle at even that joke, Angel knew he must’ve done something right to land this far in the radio demon’s good graces

Though it could very well be the booze’s doing

Angel had insisted on ordering their drinks to compensate for the fiasco earlier, and had created specialty cocktails for each of them, based on what they ate

He was relieved when Alastor gave a small hum of approval mid-sip, downing a generous amount with an easy smile

And then finishing off three more with dinner

Both were quite full and loose by the time they finished, even getting a small tray of beignets for desert

They found they hadn’t even argued once, save for small asides and joking prods. But really arguing? Hadn’t even crossed their minds. Instead they bonded over jazz artists they both liked, reminisced about the 30′s while filling each other in on the decades they missed, talked a bit about their hometowns, and threw some mutual shade about residents of the hotel they couldn’t stand

Turns out they had quite a lot in common…

They paid on the hotel’s tab and finally headed out to the limo, only swaying slightly and linking arms again to subtly stabilize each other

This time the paparazzi was nowhere in sight, probably long scared off by now

Which is good since Alastor had suddenly removed his arm from Angel’s to pull him in around the waist, keeping the demon from tripping over a nearby curb by pressing him further into his side. Out of reflex, entirely.

After all, it’s not like he’d ever willingly choose to close their proximity. Just like he’d never willingly choose to notice the way Angel’s chest bounced softly against his, or how four hands grasping onto him felt oddly right, or how tempting the velvet hugging the curve of Angel’s lower back became under his fingertips

He’d only occasionally felt this way about accidental invasions of personal space before, and that fact did nothing to reassure him or his nerves

Nor did the pounding of his undead heart in his ears

Angel was also feeling the tension, but for a whole ‘nother reason

Drinks always made him more forward, and having a full belly for once numbed that urge into more of a simmering lust, cozy and comfortable and heavy

Getting tangled up in Alastor’s arms suddenly only made him want one thing

One thing he was telling himself desperately not to do

Which was real hard with Al’s face so so close to his, looking back at him with his own flush dusting along his cheeks and that smile still there, but slightly parted, waiting, hesitant of what it wanted to become but open to suggestions

Suggestions that Angel had plenty of

“You… you were about to trip… my dear…” Alastor finally explained in a hush, dipping a finger into the still water between them and rippling it quietly, grip on him still firm

“…. Ah…” slowly Angel righted himself, not moving away from him, but leaning on him less “That…. that sounds like me…” he offered a lopsided grin at his own joke, daring to look Alastor in the eyes again

Looking for what exactly, he wasn’t sure

And guessed he would never find out, seeing the moment vanish underfoot with the crunch of the limo’s tires, pulling up beside them

Alastor still offered him his hand though, helping guide Angel inside first, then sliding in after

Sitting at least one person apart, the drive begins in unsteady silence, neither exactly looking away but definitely not trying to confront anything either

That is until Alastor starts to fidget with his bow tie, inexplicably feeling very warm

Deciding to simply undo it entirely and redo it looser, he starts it out like usual, but his fingers can’t seem to find their footing and keeps losing track of the last few steps

On the third try, Angel sighs dramatically beside him

“Honestly Al…”

And just like that, the spider is making use of his extra arms and tugging the whole mess loose again, faces mere inches apart as he concentrates and deftly reties it in a perfect bow, which gently hugs the base of Al’s throat as his adam’s apple bobs with a nervous kind of grace

It ends far too quickly and now there is nothing left to keep them in this close… nothing Alastor can invent to explain away how Angel’s fingers linger on the edges of the fabric, or how he wants to undo more of his clothing just for those hands to fix him up again

So he does the only logical thing he can think of

The kiss hits Angel with a sort of intensity he wasn’t expecting, feeling himself pulled in by two gloved hands on his bare shoulders, touch light but not unsure, desperate but without any urgency, simply grounding them together in this moment

Their lips moved against each other’s slowly, mounting in a gentle exploration with Angel deferring to Alastor’s lead, his lower set of hands lightly resting along Al’s hips, asking permission at first until a soft moan granted him it

Eyes fluttering closed, the kiss deepened until it became a series of many, some opened-mouthed, tongues hinting at entering but never actually doing so, and all of them amidst small noises and panting breaths, desire simmering just under the surface of it all

Angel had never kissed like this… never thought to kiss like this… the boiling heat of lust kept at bay by a promise to just make out, to just keep it at another’s pace. All the while flushing his body with a white hot pulsing want that could only wait for someone else to grant it release?? Oh he could die all over again from this torture and would only beg for more. Never getting it being it’s own bittersweet reward

Alastor grappling meanwhile with why he suddenly wanted so very much as well, why, as he clung to Angel’s soft fur-lined skin and let their mouths dance relentlessly, he never once wanted to pull away. Never wanted to run and hide in the solace and safety of the self, was all too happy to let Angel’s hands cup and hold his hips and reward him with moaning sounds he rarely ever makes

His head was swimming in it, and he was oddly eager to let himself drown

Eventually they parted, breathless and slow but mutual, eyes opening again and glossily gazing at the other, searching for silent signs of yes, no, more?, sorry?, good?

“A-Al… I..”

Fingertips graced the speaking lips to silence them again, a small shake of the head a confirmation of no apology needed. “… That was… I liked that…” He offered, smiling small and gentle for once, an acknowledgement of how very rare this had really been. How nothing about this was usual, but not necessarily unwanted

Angel was now convinced he’d died twice

“You… yeah?” he smiled back, just as hopeful

Another nod, Alastor chewing words behind his closed mouth, clearly processing something

“… I don’t… I don’t want you to get… too excited but…”

Angel surprised him with his patience

“… I have kissed before. I… actually more than that as well but...” he shakes his head to keep himself on track before he loses his nerve “It’s not often. And it’s definitely not for fun… not for just… anyone.”

Angel hopes to heaven his smile isn’t too excited

a small exhale before continuing “What I’m trying to say is…. I can’t guarantee anything. I cant... predict how I’ll feel about more… or about everything. But I can tell you that I liked this. And… I’d like to do this sometimes… with you. If you don’t push me for more…”

Two hands held Alastor’s close to his chest, squeezing them once with an earnest smile

“I promise Al. I promise I won’t push… at least I’ll really really try. I know I’m shitty at self-restraint and I won’t lie, I’m fuckin’ pent up as shit right now…” his small chuckle was met with a slightly sarcastic eyebrow, feigning momentary annoyance “But… but I really liked that too. I ain’t never… I ain’t never felt this good after just makin’ out! I didn’t know I could…”

Alastor hums a bit in amusement, hands traveling from Angel’s grip to slide gently down the sides of the velvet dress he’s poured into “Well… seems tonight was a good one for a lot of firsts…” he watched Angel’s small shiver with some glee “Though I might just blame it all on this devilish dress…”

a breathless chuckle “Oh yeah, Al? You like it that much?”

“Yes…” no hesitation as he strokes small circles into the fabric with his thumbs, just over the start of Angel’s hipbones “I’ve always been partial to velvet…. and pretty creatures wearing it…”

Their second kiss lasted all the way home

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