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obeymeluv · 5 days ago

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I'm Not a Zigvolt but I Bite [Sebek x Reader]

Sebek's sister gets kidnapped by a crazy fae hunter and you go save her without telling anyone

-- Not proofread. Will review on my next day off and fix as needed.--

Sebek may not be the most openly lovey-dovey partner but he cares in his own way. His own stubborn, 'twist my arm' kind of way. He's better about it in private but the more time you spent with his family, the more you understood. All three Zigvolt children deferred to their mother and it was a big surprise to see them rub noses as they entered the house, accepting the hug. They hissed and gurgled in their father's general direction but he didn't seem to be offended.

Quite the opposite in fact.

You felt a little silly standing there, wondering if you should stretch on tip-toes and rub noses with her. She seemed to read your mind; Sebek's mom raised a hand and you did the same, expecting a handshake. You squeaked when she scooped you up effortlessly, swinging you back and forth. "They're so cute, Becky!"

"Your nickname is Becky?" you turn your head to Sebek, his cheeks burning a fierce pink. He turns away from you but you can see red on the back of his ears.

You yelp as Sebek's mother swings you violently towards his father. "Look, honey! Cute, right?"

"Of course, dear!" he toasts you with a cup of something. "But maybe don't swing so hard. I think Lilia said they're fully human?"

"True. Sorry, I forget my own strength when I'm excited!" she laughs, her smile a bright and beautiful testament to the fact that Sebek's father is a dentist.

"Human? Totally human?" his brother and sister are upon you now, towering over you like Sebek does. His mother plunked you down in front of them; you do your best to calm your nerves and not swallow too thickly because they sense fear (literally).

"Don't be rude!" Sebek slides in between you and his brother as his sister squeezes your arm experimentally, flipping your wrist over and taking it in her hand. His brother stops sniffing you, a controlled bellow rolling in his closed mouth. Sebek's brow pinches as he gives a similar noise, puffing his chest out and bumping it against his brother's.

His sister is nice enough to pull you away seconds before they start snarling and clicking their jaws at each other. You hear Sebek growl as his brother sinks his teeth into his arm; they turn into a blur of limbs.

"Welcome to the family!" Sebek's father laughs as you take refuge with the only other human.

"Squishy, but I think you'll do okay," his sister decides. She teethes your wrist curiously and you jerk your hand away on instinct. There's a faint red scratch from her teeth.

"Don't bite the guests!" his mother admonishes.

"Grandpa told me to do it as a test! You have to see how strong their bones are! If their bones are week, so is the rest of them!" she defended. Sebek's dad snorts into his mug.

The first meeting was a little chaotic but you'd slowly endeared yourself to the Zigvolts. You'd been to see them six or seven times but didn't meet Baur Zigvolt until the third. Lilia said he was nicer than he looked but he still reeked of intimidation; you could tell he was putting on his best 'soft' face even though he looked indifferent. He was like a cat; he wouldn't run if you sat in his space but he didn't come to you. You were lucky to get a blink of acknowledgement.

Lilia managed to unearth a 'they're an adequate partner for my grandson, I suppose. They make him happy.' which is practically a blessing. It explained why he gave you an enchanted dagger on the fourth visit. The handle was made from shed scales and Baur swore it could get you out of any net. He said he'd used it several times in the war and he hadn't seen something it couldn't cut through.

You really felt welcomed into the family when Sebek's dad offered to check your dental work on the down-low. Sebek's mom may or may not have threatened Crowley with 'being plucked and nutless' if he didn't raise your allowance to something a little more comfortable. After her visit he miraculously found extra money in the budget.

You felt like you could breathe for the first time since coming to Twisted Wonderland. A future seemed possible instead of grim and questionable.

That future was shattered when you opened the mailbox at gate leading to Ramshackle. There was a note addressed to Sebek Zigvolt. He wasn't here and Ramshackle wasn't his address. Your red flags were waving at full speed; you decided to open the letter and apologize later.

You didn't recognize the stamp at the end but the message was clear: his sister had been kidnapped. Letter clenched in your fist, you took off to Diasomnia. Sebek had cautioned you against recent visits despite invites; you vaguely remembered something about his sister trying to date someone and Baur putting his foot down. Though Baur would never hurt his granddaughter, the fights were constant. Apparently he'd reached out to his network of fae friends and requested an investigation on her human.

Allegedly he had ties to modern anti-fae groups.

That allegation was looking very true. Out of breath, you barged into Diasomnia. A few Diasomnia members tried to stop you from entering the room--the crashes and shouts were audible--but you pushed them away and shouldered the door open. Sebek was distraught; his face was pink with frustration and the vein across his temple was prominent.

His yellow-green eyes were wet with tears.

"We got one too," Lilia murmured, closing the door and cutting off the curious, worried views into the trashed room. You didn't think a piece of furniture survived. Pillow feathers littered the floor; his sheets were ripped to shreds but you couldn't tell if it was by claw or tooth.

Clearly the guy knew enough but didn't know everything. You wondered how many letters had been sent as you compared the two. It was the first time you'd actually read it and couldn't believe there was an actual address on the back! Lilia and Silver started picking up the room, Sebek and Malleus in the middle of phone calls. As much as you wanted to comfort your boyfriend, your feet took you in another direction.

Your thoughts were rattling off as fast as your heartbeat, lungs pushed to their limit. This guy was expecting a fae to save another fae. Not a human. He'd be practically defenseless if a HUMAN came, right? All of his tricks were for fae!

Lucky for you, you had tricks of your own. Tricks that might require Sam and the tweels, but tricks all the same. You ran back to Ramshackle to grab the dagger just in case. Having something enchanted couldn't hurt, right? You snatch up one of Sam's enchanted bags and head to the shop.

The shadows were happy to see you, darting around the aisles and circling your feet. "Sam!" you breathe, slapping your hands down on the counter, "I need you to make me a really important deal?"

"I'm all ears, Little Imp!" he smiles, leaning on the counter.

"Let me take what I need and I'll bring back whatever I don't use! If I use it, I'll bring money for it!"

He'd certainly never heard such a thing. You've never asked for this kind of deal before. His brow began to furrow suspiciously, eyes reading yours. It wasn't the type of urgency he saw with kids trying to buy last minute 'focus chews', but something deeper. He could tell by the way the shadows fluttered that it was serious.

"Just this once." He pointed at you.

You took off down the aisles and he wondered what you were preparing for. The first thing you thought of were the living sticky notes; you'd seen Floyd make them into paper airplanes and send them around the classroom when he was bored. That'd be a good distraction! There was a screwdriver that ate screws as you worked so you didn't lose them; this guy probably had iron traps to disable.

If this guy really was anti-fae, who knew what condition Sebek's sister was in? You grabbed some snacks and drinks just to be safe. A can of hairspray caught your eye and you paused; it wasn't the brand Vil used but he said it was comparable and worked in a pinch. You'd heard him say it could really hold hair (and Jamil confirmed bugs couldn't FUCKING move if it touched them). There wasn't time to debate anything else; you heard Sebek's unmistakable voice echoing at the front of the store.

Sam motions for you to head out the back and you do, set on hitting Octavinelle before catching a bus into town. You don't realize a shadow slipped into your bag and you're none the wiser as you negotiate a couple syringes of the Tweels' blood from the three of them. They'd made one too many jokes about their blood being poisonous to humans before you saw the effects in person; Azul had to find a heavy-handed way to make a point without using detectable magic on his more 'difficult' clients and the Tweels were the answer. If you hadn't forgotten your only coat at the lounge, you never would've seen what happened to the poor guy.

Azul attempted to negotiate something but the Tweels were too interested in what you were going to do. The most you ever asked for was more hours or to take an 'accident' meal home. They shushed him; the blood came from them so they could give it away! "I feel like it will be an interesting story," Jade smiles and it's the first time you see Floyd in him, "be sure to come back and tell us."

You don't know how you managed to avoid the Diasomnia crew but you made it onto the bus and into the city. The address led to a processing factory and your instinct was to scoff because it smelled like a movie setup from your world. Instead of an ice factory or meat plant, however, it was a pharmaceutical center. That made the hairs on your neck stand up.

Were they using fae for pharmaceuticals? What could you possibly make out of a crocodile fae?

On second thought, I don't want to know, you purse your lips as you look at the building. It didn't look as modern as the others on the block but the gate was upgraded. Were they trying to make it look abandoned? Less suspicious? Did these people not know property records could be checked for activity?

It was more surprising to you that they didn't have cameras. Maybe it's because fae couldn't be caught on camera easily? The scent of iron hits you, heavy enough to leave a tang in your mouth. You grab the fence and shimmy your way up, glad you had to learn how to climb and repair Ramshackle's roof during your time in Twisted Wonderland. You land clumsily on the other side of the fence, hissing at your knees.

The grass looked unkept but it hid a smattering of daisies and primrose. You rip up as many as you can find on your way to the building. You may not remember everything Lilia's told you about fae-plant knowledge, but you know these are deterrents and protective measures against them.

Did this guy have a group or was he working on his own? You didn't even know. Deeming the yard clear enough, you hide on the side of the building and start folding little airplanes. They buzz and poke like a pocket full of hornets but don't hurt. The doorway is lined with salt and you scoff, scrubbing it away with your foot.

The door swings shut behind you and you find yourself in a large, dimly-lit space. It's cold here; you can feel goosebumps on your arms. A bright light explodes and you wince against it, putting up your hand.

"Where's the rest of you?"

"I don't need them," you bluff.

"Why aren't you shrinking away, creature?! Light's supposed to hurt you!"

"Not all of us." you roll your eyes. "Someone didn't do their homework."

You can't see for shit but he doesn't have to know that. Maybe he'll come to you. The guys who think they can't be touch and have planned for everything usually do stupid stuff like that. Conveyor belts and large machines take shape in your vision as the light leaves but you don't have time to register them before a sucker punch knocks you to the ground.

"How'd you get past the defenses?" he surprises you with a right hook, other hand coming to your throat. For a minute it catches you off guard and you squeak. His eyes narrow, cold and dark as he sneers above you. "Why are you so easy to hit? So weak?" he squeezes your throat experimentally and you cough.

"I'm," you suck in a breath as your brain scrambles through the moves Lilia has taught you. His grip is tightening. You think back on the playfights you've had with Silver, Sebek, and his siblings. The sting of them being easy on you hits now, bites harder than ever, and you resort to Lilia's age-old advice of 'there is no fair in a fight'. "I'm a human!" you yell, kicking him in the balls as he wheezes and rolls off of you.

It certainly won't be enough to keep him down but it's a start. You gasp for breath, reaching blindly into your bag. The hairspray is pushed into your hand and your eyes widen as the shadow slinks out of the bag, melting into the floor. The "boyfriend" starts to push off the floor and you aim the can at him, spraying it directly into his eyes. He shuts them on instinct, as anyone would, and you think they've actually sealed together!

You catch your breath, impressed with yourself. You stand above the blinded man as the situation hits you. Somehow this is more confusing than dealing with the overblots. He feels blindly for you and you step back, barely keeping your ankle out of his grasp. A moment of cruelty overtakes you and you let the sticky notes out of your pocket.

They don't hurt him but they're annoying. It buys you time to look around for anything you can hit him with. There's big vats and tumblers but nothing small or convenient. The places reeks of metal and would probably make fae nervous about what would hurt them, though.

"Why are you doing this?" he yells, turning in a circle on his hands and knees as he swats at the sticky notes.

"Because that's my boyfriend's sister, asshole!" you jump on his back, beating him with the can of hairspray. You try to choke him out like you did Sebek's brother (on accident) and it almost works. He gets a handful of your hair and starts trying to drag you from behind him. One hand full of your hair and one gripping you by the pants, you panic as he stands and holds you above his head.

This is definitely something that happens right before a person's tossed onto their head or snaps their neck! You give a few panicked kicks before your bag slides down and smacks him in the face. It's hard to reach your bag since he's locked his arms; he didn't expect something to hit him in the face and you feel his grip loosen. Swinging your legs, you lock them around his neck as you fish for the syringes of blood.

His neck is thick so you can't choke him out.

You pull the cap off of one and stab it into the meat of his arm. He writhes in pain, flinging you off of shoulders. You hit the ground with a grunt, sucking in a breath. He trips over you, slipping on your ankle and kneeing you in the stomach on the way down. Halfway out from under him, you grab another syringe and stab him in the arm that wouldn't let go of your legs.

Getting him in both arms was enough, right? The symptoms varied, according to Jade and Floyd. It could be as innocent as the stomach bug or as serious as paralysis. Numbness wasn't uncommon, though. Sweating and cramps was pretty normal, though.

He looked like he was starting to sweat already. You wondered if that would undo the hairspray. You scramble to your feet, last syringe pointed out like a knife. Lungs heaving, one eye threatening to swell shut, you jam it into his ankle just to be on the safe side.

You take off.

The adrenaline is fading and it dawns on you why he chose somewhere cold. Much like Malleus, Sebek and his family didn't do well in the cold. It made them sleepy and less active. You start looking around for an area big enough to stash a human when something grabs your foot. "A shadow?" you watch it wind around your leg, wispy hand grabbing your shoulder as it settles behind you.

"Any chance you can help me find Sebek's sister?"

It squeaks and you follow it. You look back in the direction you came from, sure you can hear vomiting. The shadow leads you to a walk-in freezer and you pull it open. There, in a large net, is Sebek's sister. She's still and pale and your heart is in your throat.

You grab the net, poking her through the diamond pattern. She doesn't move. The net is weirdly sharp and you hiss as it cuts your fingers. Was this a net made out of metal or something?! It's stupid to do but you don't see any other option; you grit your teeth and drag the net to the open door so that psycho can't lock you both in there.

The shadow may not be able to help you if you get stuck. There's places even shadows don't like to go!

Dragging her is a slow process; she's heavy and the net is cutting into you. It doesn't help that you readjust and try to grab in different spots so she's easier to pull. You're halfway to the door when you get the idea to roll her onto her back, pick up her feet, and push her to the door. She's probably sliding easier because of all your bloody handprints but you don't think about that. Safely out of the freezer, you drop her feet and slowly cut away the net with her grandpa's dagger.

It's hard trying but you finally get her out. You'd apologize about the tears in her outfit later. Sighing as you mentally prepare yourself to lift her dead weight, you pull her across your back as best you can. Her dead weight makes you bend like an old person; she drags more than you like but you can walk under her if you don't think about it too much. Your next step is into a puddle of wispy shadow and you stumble as you reemerge near the door.

She falls off your back and you wince.

Her 'boyfriend' is sweaty, surrounded by puke, and looks like he's convulsing.

Not your problem.

"You couldn't do that earlier?" you shake your head at the shadow. It gives a squeak and flares up enough so it has shoulders to shrug.

You drop the net over him out of spite, searching the area for the syringes. Don't want the Tweels to be implicated in anything. You'd just collected the last one when the doorway clogs with people.

Is Baur...electrified right now?

"Everything's fine! All clear." you wave.

"My baby!" Sebek's mother scoops her up like she's nothing. Lilia appears at her side, handing her a fluffy black blanket you've seen before.

"Everything is most certainly not fine!" Lilia assess you, "come, beastie."

Sebek practically pounces on you, knocking Lilia aside as he yells things like 'HOW COULD YOU?' and 'WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?'

"I was thinking that he'd already caught one fae and he'd hurt the ones who came to help them." you say calmly, staring at him with the one eye you can still see out of. "He wouldn't know what to do with a human."

Sebek grips you by the shoulders. Hard. "You're infuriating." he shakes you. "And I love you."

"I love you too." you smile at him. He brings you into a crushing hug and you wince. There's a lot of sore stuff and you're not sure if anything is broken.

"The hunter, Queen Maleficia," Baur drops the boyfriend from his shoulders.

The tall, elegant woman nods at you and Baur. The black spots made her kind of hard to see. You start to say something but the words don't make it to your lips. The sound dies in your ears like someone pulling the plug on a TV.

You wake up in a hospital bed--the school infirmary?--and give a hum of delight when you can see out of both eyes. Your vision clears and Sebek becomes obvious, closest to your bed. His hand is holding yours. Malleus rises from his chair in the corner, offering it to Silver as Lilia makes a beeline for you and rummages in a bag. "Snack, beastie? You need to eat up and get your strength back!" he offers you some chips.

"In recognition of said strength, I have a gift for you, human." Queen Maleficia sweeps in softly, stepping to your bed with purpose. You find yourself wondering if she'd been waiting around for you or if she'd been summoned. She holds out two small velvet boxes and opens them to reveal a shiny onyx scale and a glimmering green one. "You have proven yourself courageous and devoted to the fae in your act of service to the Zigvolts and I, Queen Maleficia, seek to bestow you with the fae lineage of your choosing."

You stare blankly at the boxes, stunned. Fae can just..do that? Just make someone a fae just like that? Well, maybe she could. She's the queen and all. She's speaking to Lilia out of the side of her mouth, bent over, when your brain kicks in.

"What are they? Like...is one from a bug fae? I don't want to be a bug, you know? N-Not that bug fae are bad, of course!"

She lets out a lilting, rich laugh that makes you relax. "You may choose to be crocodilian, like the Zigvolts, or of draconic lineage like my grandson and I."

"Dragon!" you blurt immediately, eyes lighting up. Being part dragon sounded cool! The fact that the green scale could've come from Sebek's family, or Sebek himself, was an afterthought. Queen Maleficia nods and the whole box glows; the scale dissolves into a twinkling mist that drifts into your mouth.

"I'll take my leave," she fixes her dress, tucking the boxes away in a hidden pocket. "I have a meeting about that revolting hunter."

She disappears in the doorway and Baur takes her place, a band-aid on his cheek. He arches a brow curiously at his weeping grandson, only able to make out 'dragon' and 'great Malleus'. It's clear he doesn't hear you asking not to squeeze so tight and to let go.'

"They've chosen to be a dragon fae," Lilia laughs into his hand.

"I look forward to that great-grandchild." Baur snorts, leaning against the wall.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Sebek Zigvolt x Reader #Sebek x Reader

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piercingheart · 3 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 ❀

A/n : ꒥꒷ . I haven't posted anything for a while, also I have been indulging myself in epic the musical, and I've decided I should write a fic for estes :3

estes x reader.

preview ┆︎ the KING has fallen into a deep slumber, which after a while ends up to suitors standing at your palace, pressuring you into chosing a new husband.

(guess what this was based on "the challenge" from epic the musical)

Suitors, standing where the throne of you, your husband usually sits, but it has been a long time since you last seen him awoke right? But the real issue is, you have to deal with these suitors.

Estes was in a deep slumber, sleeping for only the primordial gods know how long, you could only hope it wouldn't be an eternity, as these suitors patience is wearing thin. You've known they are only hungry for power to become the new moon elf king.

Thankfully, due to miya protection, they won't be able to harm you, or break into your bedroom door, to do unspeakable things.

Last night, you've seen a meteor passing down the midnight skies, lighting up new hopes, a sign to the king— No, your husband, that his awakening is soon.

today was the day, where you said you'll choose a new husband, after all, it's been a while and these suitors are waiting, waiting. You had been buying time but now the day has finally come. You've used up all of your options.

That leaves you, to give the suitors a challenge. A challenge they cannot do. You've walked through the gardens, holding an unstring bow that only Miya and estes can string it themselves. The suitors make way for you, a path as you walk past them, then turning around to let everyone see the bow.

“whoever can string my husband's old bow and shoot through 12 axes cleanly.. will be the new king, sit down at the throne.."

You've paused.

"and rule with me as his queen.."

You dropped the bow on the table, not sparing a glance to anyone as you stood across the 12 axes.

"Let the arrow fly, once you know that your aim is true." They can't do it, they won't, which is why you've given these power-hungry suitors, an impossible challenge, and if they can complete the challenge, you'll end up dying anyways, due to that part of the challenge, the twelve axes.

hours and hours pass, as suitors and suitors take their turn to try and complete this challenge. What they didn't know, it was supposed to be impossible, it was for you to buy time, for your husband as you have hopes he will wake up soon, for as suitors and suitors failed to string the bow.

Going back to the garden as you turned around to find your dear husband, face to face surprising you. As you didn't expect he would awoke sooner than later.

Estes told you to stay in the bedroom, let's just say.. it really was a palace covered in red, as he walked into the bedroom, face covered with blood. Questioning you to.. will you fall in love with him again, even tho he has been slumbering for a long time?

Of course..

"i.. will fall in love with you, over and over again. I don't care how when or where, no matter how long it has been."

"you're MINE!" as to how, he would DARE question your loyalty, to think you've fallen out of love after all this time.

"Love.." You haven't been called that nickname for a while, but it felt different, the same from when we got married, how many years has it been since you've been called "Love?" well it didn't matter, as long as the both of us are here, Together. You both hugged each other..

and the ending is up to interpretation, sorry mb guys I suck at writing endings. Anyways, sorry if it feels short. 😭..

please leave a heart.. or reblogs, I appreciate anything (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

#mlbb x reader #mobile legends x reader #mobile legends #mlbb #mlbbwritings #estes x reader

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 1 month ago

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buff guy

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ʚ Part 12 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy, clubbing, alcohol consumption, reader gets drunk, strangers turning violent, violence

❥ A/N: had some inspiration so i went with it! Enjoy 💕

"Girl, he did what?!"

You shush your coworker, laughing as you finish a drink and call out the customer's name, placing the drink on the counter.

"Don't make a scene," you scold her, smiling shyly.

"How do you expect me to not make a scene when—" she glances around before leaning in to whisper, "When your super hot boyfriend made you cum like it was nothing?!"

You shush her again, pulling her to the side of the coffee bar that was closer to the wall, away from the customers.

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?! Y/N, when was the last time somebody made you feel that way?" You stare off into the distance for a moment, thinking before you shrug. "See?! This is a huge deal! You don't have to rely on a vibrator anymore because you've got a man who can do that for you. Plus! He prioritizes your pleasure which is rare." She grabs your shoulders, staring seriously into your eyes. "Do not take him for granted, Y/N. Treasure that man until he's useless to you."

You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back as the door chimes. You toss your hair to see who entered the cafe, and you smile.

"Hey, Guy."

"Hey," he says with a smile, holding up a bouquet of flowers, your favorite kind.

"Aww, Momo, you didn't have to do that."

"'Momo'? Where'd that come from?" You pause, grasping your hands together, suddenly nervous.

"Do... do you not like it? I thought it would be a cute nickname..."

He huffs, smirking and shaking his head.

"You're adorable, you know that? Momo? That's so cute. You're so cute."

"I hate how cute you two are," your coworker chimes in, grabbing her coffee and taking a sip. You giggle, reaching for the flowers and taking them from Mohammed.

"Are you busy this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah, she is," your coworker speaks up, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. "We're going to a club on Saturday with a group of friends."

Mohammed's face falls, suddenly gloomy and solemn.

"Oh… Well... I hope you have fun."

"Well, hold on," you turn to Liz. "You said that our partners could come along too." She shushes you quickly, leaning in.

"I wanted to see if he was gonna try and stop you from going. You know, you gotta test partners on these things to make sure they aren't controlling."

You roll your eyes, looking back at Mohammed.

"You can come along, Guy. Brittany is bringing her boyfriend, and Sara's boyfriend might come too."

He perks up a little bit, giving a soft smile.

"I'd like that, if you wouldn't mind." He looks at Liz, who shrugs.

"I guess I'll allow it." You and Guy snicker as Liz smiles. "But!" She raises a finger. "You can't get in the way of me and my girls. We're gonna have fun whether you like it or not, so don't try to stop us. We're gonna drink and shake our asses and have the best time."

"Understood. As long as you don't try to hook her up with anyone, I'm good."

"What kind of girl do you take me for? I expect all my friends to be faithful. If they're not, they're getting cut off."

Mohammed looks at you, pointing at Liz.

"I like her more and more every day."

"You better, because this girl right here is stuck with me until we die," Liz says, nudging you. You giggle, nudging her back and giving her a smile.

"So when should I pick you up? Or do you want to meet there?" You and Liz share a look, thinking.

"Were we gonna Uber?" you ask.

"Only if Brittany and Sara chip in, but they might wanna drive on their own."

"How are you gonna get home? I thought you wanted to get drunk."

"I do... Maybe I'll just get a ride home? Or maybe I can drive to your place and we can carpool and then I can just spend the night?"

"Hey," Guy speaks up, and the two of you look at him. "I don't mind driving you there, or driving you home. There's room in my car."

"Really?" she asks, leaning against the counter. "You wouldn't mind?" He shakes his head and Liz smiles, looking at you. "I think you've got yourself a keeper, Y/N."

"Can I borrow this lipstick?" Liz asks, holding up a small lipstick container.

"Only if you help me choose what to wear."

Liz tiptoes over in her heels, looking over the outfits you pulled out of your closet. She hums, glancing over each of them before picking up a little black sequin dress.

"This is bodycon, right?"

"Mm-hm." She hums, handing it to you.

"Try it on. Let me see how it looks."

You take the outfit, going to your bathroom and undressing. You shimmy the dress on, looking yourself over in the mirror before walking out.

"How's it look? I don't think it looks good with a bra." She leans on one foot, pushing out her hip, twisting her mouth.

"Do you have a strapless bra?" You sigh.

"Yeah, but I hate it. I constantly have to readjust it."

"Try it on anyways. It might make or break the dress." You huff, grabbing your strapless bra from your dresser before going back to the bathroom. You switch your bras, adjusting your breasts before pulling the dress back up, going back to your bedroom. Liz glances over you.

"Mind if I move things around a little?" You nod and Liz steps forward, tugging the dress down to reveal your bra. She tucks your breasts closer together, pulling the bra up a little before replacing the dress. She steps back, nodding.

"Better. You gotta show off that cleavage, girl. Show your stuff." You roll your eyes but smile. She motions for you to spin around. "Do a bend over test." You turn your back to her, bending over slow before finally reaching towards the floor. "Looks good. No undies in sight."

You laugh, standing back up and going to the vanity.

"Should I do lipstick or lipgloss?"

"You gonna be kissing your man?" she asks and you nod. "Then gloss. It's sticky but at least he won't have a bunch of lipstick all over him."

"Good call." You grab your favorite gloss, slathering it over your lips and rubbing them together, puckering your lips for the mirror. You stand up straight, taking your lipgloss with you as you find a matching purse and heels. You start to gather your things—lipgloss, your phone, your wallet, your apartment keys—when the doorbell rings.

"Oh, can you get that, Liz? I need to put on some perfume."

"Got you, boo." She leaves the bedroom, going to the front door and answering it. You hear voices as you spray yourself in a sweet and fruity perfume. You put on your heels, doing a once over in the mirror before walking out to the living room, smiling when you see Mohammed. Liz stops talking to him and looks at you with a smile, his gaze following hers. He was smiling, but it drops when he sees you, eyes roaming your body.

"Hey," you say, smiling and biting your lip. He doesn't say anything, and Liz nudges him.

"C'mon, dude. Compliment her."

"I—" His voice cracks and he clears his throat, looking sheepish. "You—wow, Y/N... you look fucking stunning."

"Aww, thank you!" You do a little pose, which makes him smile.

"Now, don't freak out when we go to the club and people stare at her," Liz says, moving towards you and putting an arm around your waist. "She is gorgeous and other people are gonna see that and you're gonna have to deal with it." He takes a deep breath and sighs, giving a small nod.

"Yeah, I know. I hate it, but I know."

"As long as you accept it and don't do something stupid."

"Oh my god, he's so protective," you chime in, putting your hand on Liz's shoulder. "When we first started going on dates, we went to the movies and long-story-short, this boy was talking to me and Mo got defensive and told him I was taken—"

"Oh my god, please don't—"

"—and he basically scared the shit out of this teenager!" You and Liz start laughing while Guy rubs a hand over his face, clearly embarrassed.

"Alright, alright, we're done teasing!" Liz says, stepping forward and patting Guy's arm. She glances between the two of you. "Everyone ready to go?"

"Hell yeah! Let's go get drunk!" You and Liz cheer, while Guy chuckles.

The nightclub requires you to show I.D. at the door, but once you're in, you're good to go. You see your friends at a table on the edge of the club, and when you approach them, they start squealing and waving. The four of you join together, giving hugs and kisses, holding each others' hands, saying your 'hello's and asking how you've all been. You're so wrapped up in your own little world that you almost forget about Mohammed, until one of your friends glances over your shoulder, leaning towards the group.

"Who's the hottie staring at us?"

You turn and smile at him, reaching out for his hand. He grabs your hand with his own, letting you pull him towards your group of friends.

"Brittany, Sara: this is Mohammed. Or Guy, or Mo, whatever you wanna call him."

"Ah..." He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. "That last one is just for Y/N. Mohammed is fine."

"Oh! So this is the infamous Guy!" Brittany says, reaching out her hand to shake his. "Hi, I'm Brittany! I'm Y/N's bestie from high school."

"We both are! I'm Sara," she chimes in, giving a wave. Guy smiles politely, shaking Brittany's hand, and then Sara's when she reaches out her hand to him.

"It's nice to meet you two. It's nice to meet Y/N's friends."

"Oh! And this is Liam," Brittany turns to point at a man sitting at the table. "He's my boyfriend."

"And the other guy is mine," Sara says as the other man gives a wave. "His name is Noah."

Mohammed gives a small wave to the men at the table, staying quiet.

"Enough with the introductions," Liz yells over the music. "Let's get some shots!" The four of you cheer, laughing. You turn to Guy, touching his shoulder.

"Will you be okay if me and my friends go to the bar? We'll be right back." He glances around, shrugging.

"If it's alright with you, I'll tag along to get my own drink." You nod.

"That's okay. We can all go together." You give him a soft smile, hooking your arm around his and going with him and your friends to the bar. Brittany orders a round of shots, Pina Colada flavoured ones. You chat as the bartender makes them, another bartender helping Guy as he orders a beer. When your shots are ready, you each retrieve one, clinking them together before counting down. You all take the shots, swallowing them down before cheering together, giggling as you place the glasses down.

"So, how long has it been since you've dated Mohammed?" Sara leans in to ask. You do the math in your head, tilting your head side to side.

"It's been almost three months I think? Maybe closer to two and a half."

"And what do you think of him so far?" Brittany asks from your other side.

"I like him! He's really nice and sweet."

"He's like a sugar daddy!" Liz yells over the music, already ordering another round of shots. She pushes your shoulder. "Tell them about how he made you see God with two fingers."

"Oh my god, Liz!"

"What?! Huh? What happened?" Brittany asks.

"Yeah, give us the deats!"

"Oh my god, not here!"

"You literally told me at work, Y/N, while we had customers! Don't act shy now!"

You glance at Guy, who's looking around the club. He either can't hear you or is ignoring the conversation. You take a deep breath, looking back at your friends.

"Okay, fine!" You lean in close, Brittany and Sara following, listening closely as you give the details of your last date with Mohammed. Their faces light up when you finish the story, Sara squealing and Brittany playfully slapping your shoulder.

"How did you not call me immediately after he left and tell me what happened?!"

"I'm sorry! Work was crazy this week; I was so busy I forgot!"

"Shame, shame, know your name!" Sara laughs. "You should've put us on a group call right after so we could evaluate your experience."

"I'm sorry! I was too shy to talk about it until, like, two days ago! The only reason Liz knew is because she thought I was acting different."

"She had a glow about her that made me think she had a nice orgasm." Liz starts handing out the second round of shots. When you all have one, Liz holds her glass up. "A toast! To Y/N's sexual relationship with Mohammed!"

"Here, here!" Sara cheers, downing the next shot easily. The rest of you follow, swallowing the fruity drink swiftly. You cough after the liqueur burns your throat, soon laughing with your friends again.

"Are we gonna dance or what?" Brittany asks, putting her empty glass back on the bar.

"Hell yeah!" Liz yells, collecting the glasses from the rest of you and pushing them over the bar. She grabs your hand and, before she can pull you away, you grasp Guy's jacket sleeve and tug him along with you. The five of you go to your table, putting down your purses and chit-chatting a bit. The girls make their way to the dance floor, and you turn to Guy with a smile.

"Would you watch my purse for me?" you ask. He nods and you cup his cheeks, pulling him down for a quick kiss. His gaze is soft when you pull away, returning your smile before you skip off to the dance floor with your friends.

The alcohol is starting to creep into your system, your body feeling lighter, your mind free of concerns as you and your friends start swaying to the beat.

"How's Liam been?" you ask Brittany and she groans.

"He's been a jerk. He's been so busy with work that he barely has time for me. There was even one night he didn't come home until after I went to bed!"

"I don't know why you tolerate that, Brit," Sara says. "You deserve better than that."

"I know... But I still love him. I'm just hoping we're going through a rough patch. You know, he got that promotion at work and now he's going on more trips. At least he makes up for it by bringing me back presents." You all laugh at that, your head growing fuzzy in such a delicious way. You find yourself wanting another drink, something sweet to sip on while you dance.

"What about Noah? Is he still working on his construction company or did he give up that dream?"

"He's doing good! He's got about a dozen workers now and they're getting pretty good business. Noah was worried about them joining a union but then I started researching all the benefits and convinced him it was a good idea."

"That's good! Liz, are you back on the market yet or what?"

"Girl, I've been back on the market! Ever since Mark ghosted me, I've been trying to find somebody to dick me down! I don't care if it's real meat or a strap; I just need it!"

You snort, teetering a bit but remaining on your feet. You scanned the crowd, looking over to your table to see Mohammed staring at you. He looks sad almost, or maybe just bored, but he wasn't talking to the men he was sitting with, just looking at you. You give him a little wave, blowing him a kiss across the club. You watch him reach out and pretend to catch it, bringing his fist to his chest and rubbing his palm there. He gives a flat smile, still staring at you as he rests his elbow on the table, cheek hitting his palm.

"Why's he moping?" Sara asks, bringing your attention back to your friends.

"I don't know. I thought he'd like to come out. We've never been to a club before."

"Does he even have any friends?" Liz asks before spinning around. You slow your movements as you think.

"I don't know. I always thought he did, but he's never talked about any friends before."

"Red flag! Red flag!" Sara yells, shaking your shoulder. "What if he's a psychopathic serial killer who is gonna lure you in and kidnap you?!" You roll your eyes.

"Sara, if he was gonna do that, he would've done it a long time ago. He's had plenty of opportunities to do so."

"That's still sketchy, Y/N," Brittany chimes in. "He needs a social life. He can't use you for all of his social needs. He needs real friends that he's not dating."

"He goes to the gym. I think he has gym friends. Plus he's gotta have some coworker friends."

"But does he hang out with them? Does he have a personal relationship with them? Or do they just know him in those environments, not outside of them?"

You slow to a halt, looking off into the distance. Maybe it's the loud music, maybe it's the alcohol, but your doubts start creeping in. You start to question Mohammed's actions, his intentions, who he really is. You only snap out of your haze when Liz claps her hands in your face.

"Hey! Don't freak out on me tonight. We're here to have fun. You can worry about who your boyfriend is when you're sober and can think straight." You blink, then nod.

"You're right. We can talk about it later."

"Hell yeah! In the meantime, let's go get another shot!" You smile and laugh, following Liz back to the bar. She ordered some shots for the two of you, clinking her glass to yours before you tossed them back, swallowing the tart liquid.

By the time you're back on the dance floor, you're practically floating. The alcohol is hitting you harder now, your brain fuzzy, your vision focusing then shifting. It feels good, really good. You feel light, frisky, maybe even a little horny. You turn to look for Guy in the crowd, finally singling him out and waving, squinting to see him smile. You feel hands on your hips and furrow your brow, looking over your shoulder to see a man behind you.

"Can I help you?" you snap, elbowing him.

"Aw, c'mon! Don't be like that! Let's party!"

"Hey, buddy," Liz interjects, grabbing his arm. "Buzz off! She ain't interested!"

"What're you? Her body guard?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am. So why don't you fuck off before I bust your knee caps?"

He scoffs, shoving her with his forearm.

"Hey!" you yell, smacking his chest. "Fuck you!" He grabs your hand tightly and you squirm, clawing and pushing him as best you can. "Let me go!"

"Quit being a bitch! I just wanted to dance!"

"Fuck you!"

You kick aimlessly, hitting his shin, and he yells. He grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together, and you dig your nails into his hand. Suddenly, he lets go and you tumble, trying to find your footing again. Hands are on your shoulders, your friends' voices in your ears, and vague grunting ahead of you. You blink a few times, trying to reorient yourself under the disco lights, assessing the scene.

"Guy!"

He was holding the stranger in a headlock, his neck squished against Mohammed's arm, his hands clawing at his bicep. Mohammed wasn't looking at you, instead staring down at the man that practically attacked you, his opposite hand pushing the stranger's neck down into his arm, choking him.

"Guy, let him go! He's gonna pass out!"

He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at you. You watch the stranger's face bulge, his hands slowing and sagging. You rush to Mohammed, grabbing his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Mo, you gotta let him go. You'll kill him!"

"He deserves it," he grunts. "He fucking touched you. He could've hurt you."

"Mohammed, I'm fine! Look at me; I'm okay! Please, let him go, he's not worth it. Let's go get the bouncer and get him kicked out."

As you say that, the man goes limp in Mohammed's arm. He lets the stranger go, letting him fall to the ground, and you hear one of your friends scream.

"Oh my god! He killed him!"

"Check his pulse!"

"Oh my god, we're gonna go to jail!"

Mohammed kneels down to the ground, putting two fingers on the man's jugular, the people around you still and quiet.

"He's fine. Just passed out."

You all give a big sigh of relief, your head spinning. Guy gets up, moving to the man's head before leaning down and grabbing the man under his arms, starting to pull him along the dance floor.

"Excuse me, excuse me," he says as he moves through the crowd. You follow him dizzily, apologizing as you move past other patrons. He drags the man to the front of the club, dropping him in front of the bouncer. They're talking when you reach them.

"Please don't kick him out!" you plead when you make your way beside them. "This guy started it! He pushed my friend!"

"Ma'am," the bouncer starts, holding up his hands. "I understand, but we have a no violence policy." He turns to Guy. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"What?! You can't make us leave!" Liz yells behind you, stomping forward and pointing a finger at the bouncer. "We have a right to be here! I have a tab open and everything!"

"Ma'am," the bouncer continues, moving her finger away. "If he doesn't comply, I'll have to call security to make him leave."

"Wait, we're leaving?! The fuck happened?" Brittany chimes.

"Yeah, he's the one who almost killed this guy!" Sara yells.

"Look, if you ladies keep causing a scene, you'll all have to leave, okay?" He looks at Guy, motioning towards the door. "You need to leave, sir."

"Hold on!" you yell, holding up a hand. "Lemme get my purse."

Your friends moan and groan in disdain, telling you to stay, not to go, to let Guy leave on his own. You're fueled by alcohol and a slurry of emotions, going back to the table to grab your purse. You say a quick goodbye to Noah and Liam before going back to the front. You grab Guy by the jacket, pulling him to the door as your friends continue to yell behind you.

"Y/N, wait," Guy says when you're out of the club in the cool, quiet air of the night, grabbing your arm to stop you. "Stay. I'll just wait outside until you're ready to go home."

"What?! No, that's not fair! I'm not gonna make you sit out here in the cold while I party with my friends. That's mean to you."

"Y/N," his tone softens, his hands finding your upper arms. "It's fine. I don't want to ruin your night."

You huff, swaying slightly.

"It's fine. You're my boyfriend; I'm not gonna leave you like that."

"Y/N..."

"Y/N!"

You look past Guy, seeing Liz waving, approaching you with Brittany, Sara, and their boyfriends. You tilt your head.

"What're you guys doing out here?"

"We weren't gonna just leave you!" Brittany yells, outstretching her arms for a hug. She embraces you, and you look over her shoulder at everyone.

"You left the club for me?" you ask.

"Uh, duh! Of course we did!" Sara says.

"Their drinks are overpriced anyways," Liz sighs, brushing her hair out of her face. You jut out your lip, hugging Brittany back.

"You guys..."

"Don't worry about it," Brittany says as she pulls away. "There's other clubs out there. We just gotta find another one."

Mohammed clears his throat, making you all look at him. He looks sheepish, guilty, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I apologize for causing a scene. I shouldn't have reacted that way." Liz shrugs.

"You were protecting your girl. I can appreciate that. Just don't kill anybody at the next club we go to."

Guy gives a flat smile, looking away before turning back to the group.

"I have a place we can go to."

"Mohammed, what the hell is this place?!"

Guy glances back at Liz, pulling out some cash to pay the bouncer at the door.

"It's a nightclub. I used to go here a lot more, but I haven't been in a while."

After he pays the bouncer, he lets you inside, past the long line of people outside. You follow Guy into the club, eyes widening as you look around. The club is sleek, modern, dark with golden lights and high ceilings. There's a bar, a dance floor, plenty of tables filled with patrons. You feel like you're in a world light years away from the last club you were at.

"You want a private room?" Guy asks, leaning down towards you.

"What?"

"A private room. A room for privacy."

"Yeah, I get that, but why? Aren't those expensive?"

"It's not a big deal. I've gotten private rooms before. Would you like one or not?"

You blink, looking at your friends.

"Private room, anyone?"

That's how you end up in a room with your own bartender. You look around in wonder as the bartender expertly shakes a drink, throwing around glasses and bottles before catching them, your friends clapping and cheering as he puts on a show. A waitress comes into the room carrying a tray of finger-food, placing it down on the table for you all.

"Mo, this is crazy," you whisper, pulling him down by the sleeve so your lips are near his ear. "This is excessive. I know you feel bad but you didn't have to do all this."

"It's fine," he says, kissing your temple. "Let me spoil you and your friends."

You jump when you hear a pop, seeing Liam with an open champagne bottle, cheering as he filled some glasses.

"This is insane," you whisper again. "How do you have the money for this type of shit?" He shrugs.

"I don't spend a lot of it." He puts an arm around your waist. "Do you want to try some hors d'oeuvres?"

"Not right now..." You tilt your head, feeling like a wave is crashing in your skull. "I still wanna dance."

"Would you like me to watch you and make sure you're okay?"

"No..." You start to tug his jacket off, revealing his chiseled muscles covered in a button-up shirt. "Come dance with me."

You barely register dragging him to the dance floor, but you're there, the music bumping and reverberating your bones. You're bouncing to the music, holding Guy's hands as you do, keeping hold of him when you spin. You can see him smiling at you, and it makes you smile as well. He pulls you towards him, making you crash into his chest.

"Can I touch you?" you hear him say, his voice drowning in the music.

"You better!" you yell back, moving his hands to your waist. You can hear a faint chuckle as you throw your hands over your head, swaying your hips. You can feel large hands move down to hold them, giving a hearty squeeze. You laugh joyously, vaguely hearing your friends yell something at you as they join you on the dance floor. You turn, yelling something unintelligible back as you tumble back into Mohammed's chest, laughing again. His hands are back on your hips, pulling you back into his hips. You're still giggling as you move your hips back against him, your hands reaching behind you to touch his shoulders and his neck.

"You're gorgeous." His lips are next to your ear, his voice so clear over the sound. The lights are dizzying, the alcohol in your system giving you a wonderful high. You should drink some water. You should sober up, but you don't want to. You want to ride this out until you pass out in your bed.

Strong hands smooth over your bare thigh, giving it a squeeze before trailing over your hip and ass. You love the feeling, your soft moan dying with the music. You turn back around, drunkenly grabbing his face and staring at him deep in his eyes.

"You've got nice eyes," you slur before your lips crash against his. He kisses you back, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling your hips together. You think you feel something hard, but you can't make it out. Maybe you're just drunk.

You wake up to the sun hitting your eyes. When you finally open one eye, you groan, rolling over in bed and covering yourself with your sheets. You bump into something solid, peeking your eyes open to look at what you hit. You inhale sharply, bolting up in bed.

"OH MY GOD!!"

Mohammed gasps and opens his eyes, sitting up.

"What?! What?! What happened?!"

"OH MY GOD, I'M NAKED!!"

"What?" He glances at your form, your arms covering yourself in your bedding before he grunts, laying back down, draping an arm over his eyes. "Yeah, you are."

"WHY AM I NAKED?! ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"No." He kicks off the sheets, revealing his lower half covered in sweatpants. You gulp, glancing around before looking back at him.

"Why are we naked? Did we have sex? Please don't tell me we had sex."

"Why?" He moves his arm to peek at you. "Would you regret it?"

"I don't want our first time together to be when I was drunk!"

He huffs, nodding and yawning.

"We didn't have sex. You wanted to, but we didn't."

"Oh..." You take in a deep breath. "Then why am I naked?"

"You kept saying you were hot and that clothes were too scratchy."

"Why are you in bed with me?"

"Because you insisted." You swallow, running a hand over your face.

"What... what exactly happened?"

"Well, what do you remember?"

"I remember going to this other club and getting a private room and dancing with you." He hums, rolling onto his side, facing you.

"We danced for a while, and then we went back to the room. Your friends starting making out with their boyfriends, and then you wanted to make out, so we did for a little. After a while, we were ready to go home. Liz tried going home with someone but you made her come home with us. Your friends left with their boyfriends and you, me, and Liz came back here. Liz passed out on the couch and you made me come to the bedroom with you. You got naked and were trying to make out with me and kept saying you wanted to have sex, but I said no. Then you started crying and saying you were ugly and unlovable and I kept telling you that I did love you and you said you didn't believe me. I asked you what I could do to make you believe me and you told me to have sex with you, but I still said no, so you told me to fall asleep with you instead. And now it's morning and we're both awake."

You blink a few times before rubbing your eyes. You moan tiredly, flopping back into bed beside him, glancing at him.

"Why didn't you have sex with me?" he scoffs.

"Because you were drunk, Y/N. I'm not going to have sex with you when we've never done it before and you're drunk. Maybe if you want to do it one day we can do it when we're both drunk, but I didn't want to do something like that."

You twist your mouth, humming before looking up at the ceiling.

"That's very noble of you."

"It's basic decency. I would never do that to you." You turn to face him, watching him open an eye to look at you. "You're really pretty in the morning." You groan, rubbing a hand over your face.

"My makeup is probably a mess."

"No, it's not. I helped you take your makeup off last night." You pout.

"Really?" He nods. "Aww, Momo! That's so sweet! You didn't have to do that."

"You were trying to do it yourself so I just ended up helping you."

"You're such a sweetheart." He huffs.

"That's what boyfriends are supposed to do." You wiggle forward until you're nose to nose. He opens his eyes, staring at you before closing the distance, kissing you. You hum, placing your hands on his cheeks, tilting your head and parting your lips. His tongue reaches into your mouth quickly, licking over yours, inching closer. You moan, arms wrapping around his neck. He moves over you, coaxing you to lie on your back, still kissing each other as you scratch at his scalp. He groans, cupping the back of your neck, his other hand creeping over your collarbone, teasing the edge of the bedding covering you. You're about to pull it down when there's a hard knock on the door, making the two of you jump, separating.

"Y/N! Do you remember a 'Becca' from last night? She's texting me asking me if I wanna go on a date and I don't remember her."

You groan softly, rolling your eyes and giving Guy a soft smile. He snickers, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Come on. I'll take you guys to brunch."

#chubby reader x buff guy

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ominoose · 3 months ago

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𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 - 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

Made my own little Valentines alphabet thingy!! I know I'm so smart and stuff. Anyway Cecil is a hyper little puppy on Valentines, do not change my mind 💞

V - Vase (What flowers he gets you)

Whatever flowers are the cheapest and red looking at the closest Walmart. Not that he doesn't care, but the man is borderline broke and only knows three flowers. That said, if there are several bouquets with the same price, he's spending at minimum an hour contemplating each option at length and calling his cousin for a second opinion.

He makes sure whatever bouquet he picks has roses, because that's the Valentines flower and it's not Valentines bouquet if it doesn't have roses.

A - Affectionate (How openly affectionate is he?)

Extremely. From 12am on February 14th till probably 4am the next day he is envisioning a day of just you and him, declining any other plans at all, even if it's a doctor's appointment, thinking it's gob-smacking to be expected to be parted from you on the day of love.

His vision of Valentines is a montage with falling petals, a grainy filter and still frames of you both giggling on a swing.

L - Love Language

Physical Touch.

Cecil needs to be touching you at all times and doesn't even realise it. He'll drape his legs across yours on the couch, entwine your fingers together even if it's an awkward position, wrap his leg around your own under a table. It's an automatic instinct he isn't aware he does until you move and leave him whining with wet puppy eyes.

Valentines only amps this up, any time you cruelly peel away from Cecil he's gasping in shock and crying out about how 'It's Valentines! We're meant to be all over each other, don't you love me?!'. Cecil also expects tons of kisses.

E - Eat (Where and how does he dine you?)

Some run down diner close by, probably the regular one you both go to every other night, one with peeling wallpaper and water stains on the tiles. In his mind, you've been before, and you like it, so why wouldn't he pick it? Truly, he thinks any dining out is a 'good' night out.

On the plus side, he insists you both share a dessert (a luxury usually skipped) and pays for the whole bill. He even makes you a special blunt for the drive home if you're partial.

N - Nicknames (What nicknames do you share?)

Baby is the usual default, and it doesn't disappear during the holiday, but he likes the excuse to throw in some overly sweet ones too.

Sweetness, sugarplum, honeybun, snookums, pookie, anything of the cheesy romcom sort.

You can also get him to do absolutely anything if you call him something cheesy too, his knees physically bend.

T - Tacky (How cliche is he?)

Extremely. Cecil always takes every holiday very seriously, but especially so when it relates to his significant other (his relationship is half his personality).

He's gotten you a Walmart card with a handwritten poem scrawled on the inside. It isn't groundbreaking, but he did write it himself, and includes a whole sentence about how much he loves your ass. Besides the mandatory bouquet of flowers, he's used a red velvet store-bought cake mix and cut it into a heart too, something sweet to start the day with.

One Valentines he tried to sprinkle petals over the bed for a romantic night of love making but winded up discovering a new allergy that left him covered in hives.

I - Innovate (How did he fix a Valentines gone wrong?)

If you're working on Valentines (god forbid, the man nearly dies of horror) and come home with the weight of a bad shift on your shoulders, Cecil is probably the best at quickly coming up with Valentines themed solution.

Crappy takeout from your favourite place is ordered, Netflix's top romantic movie is already on the TV with ten tealight candles littered around the table next to your flowers. You'll get the biggest slice of cake too, because feeling sad on Valentine's Day (or any day really) should be illegal in Cecil's mind.

N - Naughty

To Cecil, Valentines isn't complete until you've both given each oral at least once, preferably the moment you both wake up. There's no hint to where this tradition came from in his mind, but it's stuck.

One of his favourite Valentines memories is of you on the splayed on the couch with his curls nestled between your thighs as The Notebook plays on the TV. He spent half the movie there and has no idea what happened, but he swears it's his favourite romcom anyway.

E - Ending (How does he wrap up Valentines day?)

Curled up in bed (with no petals), spooning with some sappy love songs playing softly in the background as you both catch your breath. Every limb feels syrupy and all that's left to do is fall asleep nestled under messy blankets after a marathon of good sex.

S - Song

If you need to take the deathtrap he calls a car out on Valentines, this is the first song he plays, every year.

#cecil dennis #cecil dennis x reader #revenge for jolly #omiwrites

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year ago

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"What's up, Supes?"

The hero froze. The file was basically glued to their hand. They looked up, only to find the villain lean against the doorway. They wiggled with their eyebrows, a smug grin on their face and admittedly, the hero had to swallow.

"Hi."

"Whatcha up to?"

"Just, you know...cleaning."

"Cleaning?"

"Yup."

The villain shook their head and clicked with their tongue, clearly not buying any of the hero's lies. It had been a perfect plan. Up until now. The hero cursed under their breath.

"How long has it been? Three months?" the villain asked. They pushed themselves off the doorframe and approached the hero with slow, careful steps.

"Three and a half, if you want to be nitpicky," the hero said. They didn't know what to do with the file in their hands, let alone with themselves.

"Mhmm. So, we haven't seen each other in three and a half months and now you're at my party. In my office. Cleaning."

"You got it." The hero made very awkward finger guns and winked, as if that could come close to saving them.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you?" the villain asked. They laughed softly. "That I wouldn't recognise you?"

The hero shrugged lazily. They were so fucked.

"Ahh, come on. It's not like you weren't hoping for this to happen, huh?" They leaned over the table, one hand on it, the other hiding the file behind their back. "Isn't destiny such a funny little thing?"

"Well, I was hoping to see you again. I didn't want you to steal from me, though." The villain stopped at the other side of the table and leaned forward, almost like the hero. "The file, Supes."

"I don't really like that nickname."

"Superhero. Supes. You'll manage." The villain offered their hand, expecting the hero to give them the file. "I can also call you Darling if you want me to."

Suddenly, the hero's nervousness turned into embarrassment.

"I was on sabbatical."

"Bullshit."

"I was busy...missing you?" the hero tried and at least that worked a little. The villain crossed their arms in front of their chest, raising an eyebrow.

"Go on."

"Oh, you know, I was really busy with superhero stuff. Saving people, arresting villains...and all of that just made me think of you and well, here I am!" They smiled brightly to make an attempt to trick the villain but both of them knew it was a rather sad try. "Surprise!"

"You're adorable." The villain walked around the table and the hero didn't dare to move. "Just tell me you were busy with...I don't know, a certain project I am not supposed to know about?"

Uh-oh.

"Whaat? You're crazy."

"A certain mission?"

The hero panicked. No one was supposed to know about this, least of all the villain. So, there wasn't exactly a solution except for impulsive decisions. The hero didn't always perform perfectly under pressure. Without really thinking, they grabbed the villain and kissed them hard. As a response, the villain hummed quietly. Caught off guard but definitely satisfied. The hero found it quite adorable.

They didn't really know what they were doing. The last time they had kissed anyone was for some publicity a few months ago. But this was different. They could feel their heart rage in their chest, as if they were going to explode any second now. Although they were quite experienced, they couldn't remember this ever happening.

Surprisingly, the villain not only kissed them back, but also pulled them a little closer.

For a moment, the hero lost themselves in the intimacy but then, they pulled out the handcuffs. With a click, they cuffed the villain to their own computer.

"You're evil," the villain whispered against their lips. The hero's hands were shaking. They had never kissed anyone like this. It had never felt like this before. They didn't want to think about the implications.

"I'm your Supes," the hero said. With the villain cuffed, they felt a little more confident. "Don't steal files just because you want to see me."

"Says you."

"This is really important and you should not put your nose into someone else's business."

"Again, rich coming from you," the villain said. They scrunched their nose. "Let me guess, this is too dangerous?"

"Exactly," the hero whispered. "I'll...I'll see you once this is all over."

They took one last look at the villain before they walked out of the office.

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amethystarachnid · 6 months ago

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Please, please, I need to ask you for a part 2 of Snowy Love now... they had a little boy, an exact copy of Tony, and of course, his name is Anthony Edward Stark Jr. 🥰 and just as Tony promised, they are going back to the same place with their baby boy now 🥰 Tony is the best hubs and dad, always so soft and protective... one night, as they observe their beautiful baby boy sleeping so peacefully, Tony will tell her that he wants another one, and they decide to have another baby 🥰 if you want you can spicy things up too, thank you 😘

I love the idea of Tony and reader having a special place like this to go 🥰

SNOWY LOVE - part II

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance fluff, a tiny tiny spicy scene

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ᯓ★ Summary: after your son, Edward, comes in the world your little Alps getaway get more interesting, so interesting that you and Tony decide you wouldn't mind another baby Stark.

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The weeks leading up to your due date are a mix of excitement, nerves, and more than a few late-night talks about the baby’s name. You’d both been bouncing ideas around since the second trimester, but nothing had fully clicked for both of you. Then, one evening, Tony hit you with a proposition that he was sure would be a “slam dunk.”

“What if…” Tony begins, giving you his best salesman smile, “we make him a junior?”

You nearly choke on the sip of water you’re drinking. “Junior?”

“Think about it.” He leans forward, eyebrows raised, already envisioning it. “Anthony Edward Stark Junior. Our little legacy. Our kid gets a great name, I get a mini-me, and you get to say, ‘I’m married to Tony Stark Senior.’ Everybody wins.”

You stare at him, trying to process. “Tony, I don’t know… A junior? I feel like it’s setting up some pretty big expectations.”

He tilts his head, giving you a puppy-dog look. “What if we just call him Edward, though? Classic, timeless, elegant… just like his mom.”

You narrow your eyes, both charmed and trying not to roll your eyes. “You’re really playing the flattery angle here.”

Tony grins. “Is it working?”

“Fine,” you sigh with a smirk. “But I’m calling him Edward. You don’t get to sneak in any nicknames like ‘Tiny Tony’ or ‘Starky’ or anything weird, got it?”

He beams. “Deal. Edward it is.”

On the big day, when the contractions start, Tony morphs into a chaotic mix of superhero and headless chicken. The moment you tell him, he’s grabbing his jacket, his tablet, and two power banks (just in case, he insists). He practically hustles you out the door, giving the driver a set of instructions that makes it sound like you’re about to pull off an international heist rather than have a baby.

In the delivery room, Tony is trying his best to be calm and supportive, but his nerves start showing the minute you go into active labor.

“Alright, babe, you’ve got this,” he says, squeezing your hand. “Just… breathe! And maybe, uh, try some meditation?”

You give him a look that could melt his Iron Man suit. “Oh, really? Breathe? How insightful. Maybe I should just think calming thoughts while this tiny human makes his dramatic entrance, Tony.”

He swallows, wide-eyed, clearly realizing he’s treading dangerous ground. “Right. Just, you know, ignore me. I’m here. Quietly. Totally quiet.”

But every time a contraction hits, he’s there, full of commentary and ideas, most of which involve technology he wishes he could be using. “You know, I could invent a pressure reducer—some kind of… I don’t know, anti-gravity cradle? That way, all the pressure is off you—”

“Tony!” you gasp between contractions, managing to laugh despite the pain. “Focus, please. No inventions right now.”

Finally, after what feels like hours of huffing, puffing, and a whole range of Tony’s attempts at encouragement (that occasionally backfire), you hear the first cries of your son. The room goes still, and Tony’s hand grips yours a little tighter, his face softening with awe as the doctor holds up your baby boy, all squirmy and red-faced.

You’re exhausted but overwhelmed with joy as they place him on your chest. The little guy blinks up at you, and as you look down, you’re struck by how much he already looks like his dad. From the dark hair to the tiny furrow in his brow, he’s unmistakably Tony’s son.

Tony’s voice breaks the silence, soft and filled with wonder. “Oh, look at him… He’s perfect.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, stroking your finger over his tiny hand. “He really is.”

After a few moments, Tony leans over, whispering so only you and the baby can hear. “Hey, Edward. Welcome to the team, little guy.”

You laugh softly, glancing up at Tony with a smirk. “I suppose we’ll let you keep the ‘Anthony Edward Junior’ for the birth certificate.”

Tony grins, looking a little misty-eyed. “And we’ll call him Edward. Just like we said.”

The baby shifts in your arms, yawning with a seriousness that makes you and Tony both laugh. “Look at that,” Tony says, chuckling, “he’s already judging us. He’s got the Stark stare down.”

“Oh, he’s definitely yours,” you say, tracing his tiny nose. “There’s no denying it.”

As the nurse takes Edward for his check-up, Tony stays close, keeping one eye on the baby and one on you, as if he can’t decide who needs more protection. At one point, Edward lets out a small cry, and Tony practically jumps out of his seat, only to be gently waved back by the nurse.

“Alright, alright, kiddo’s tough,” Tony mutters to himself, trying to act casual. Then, under his breath, he adds, “I’d better teach him about building armor for all life’s tough moments. Soon as he can walk.”

You smile, shaking your head. “Not just yet, Tony.”

“Fine. Maybe in a few years.” He smiles down at you, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “You did amazing, by the way. Both of you.”

Later, as you’re resting in the quiet room, Edward nestled in your arms, Tony sits by your side, his gaze fixed on the little bundle between you. He reaches over, brushing a hand over Edward’s dark hair.

“I have a feeling this little guy’s going to keep us on our toes,” he says, his voice warm with anticipation.

You chuckle. “I think he’s going to be just like his dad. Confident, a little dramatic, always ready for an adventure.”

Tony grins. “Then he’s got some pretty big shoes to fill. But don’t worry, kid.” He leans close to Edward, whispering, “You’ve got a head start. You’ve got the best mom in the world.”

Your heart swells, and you glance over at Tony, feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude. “And the best dad.”

He reaches for your hand, holding it tight. “Here’s to the new adventure, Mrs. Stark. Alps trips, tiny skis, and all.”

And as Edward settles back down in your arms, his little hand wrapped around Tony’s pinky, you know you wouldn’t trade this moment, this family, for anything in the world.

November brings a fresh blanket of snow over the Alps, and true to his word, Tony whisks you and baby Edward back to the chalet for your first family trip as a trio. But this time, Tony has leveled up his promise a little bit.

“Alright, brace yourself,” he says with a smirk as the three of you arrive at the chalet’s entrance.

“Tony, what did you do?” you ask, eyeing him with playful suspicion.

He opens the door with a flourish. “Meet the new and improved chalet,” he declares as you step inside and notice everything from the original cozy stone walls to the carved wooden beams… looking the exact same as they had before. It’s still the chalet you remember, but now, as you glance around, you notice subtle but elegant upgrades: a sleeker kitchen, plush couches, perfectly arranged warm lighting, and something tells you Tony’s fingerprints are on each and every detail.

“JARVIS?” you call out, testing your theory.

“Yes, Mrs. Stark,” JARVIS replies smoothly, his voice filling the room. “I am here to assist you with anything you need during your stay.”

You look at Tony, arching an eyebrow. “You put JARVIS in the chalet?”

Tony grins. “What’s a chalet without a little Stark-level luxury? Besides, he’s got the heat, lights, baby-monitoring, and full security on lock. Plus, the moment Edward gets fussy, he’s going to give us gentle background white noise. Like having a top-notch babysitter that we don’t have to pay.”

You laugh, holding baby Edward closer to you. “Only you would find a way to make a rustic mountain getaway smart-tech enabled.”

Edward blinks up at the sound of JARVIS, his big brown eyes going wide. Tony leans over, stroking Edward’s tiny head with a grin. “See, kiddo? We’ve got all the comforts of home—just with a better view.”

Of course, while the chalet is all set up and the vacation is planned to perfection, the reality of bringing a seven-month-old to the Alps sets in quickly. For one thing, Edward seems endlessly fascinated with everything in sight—the crackling fire, the pinecone decorations, the view outside—but especially, he loves testing his new babbling skills at full volume whenever you’re trying to enjoy a quiet moment by the fireplace. And when it comes time to bundle him up in his little winter gear for some snow time, things get complicated fast.

Tony holds up the puffy snowsuit, squinting at it like it’s a complex piece of machinery. “Okay, so we just… put him in here? I don’t think he’ll fit. Are you sure this is his size?”

You stifle a laugh. “Yes, Tony. Babies’ clothes just tend to look a little oversized. Trust me, he’ll fit.”

After a few minutes of wrestling with the baby-sized marshmallow suit, Edward is all bundled up, looking a little like a tiny, slightly disgruntled snowman, his cheeks poking out from the snug hood.

“Well, look at you!” Tony coos, chuckling as he lifts Edward up. “You’re ready to brave Everest.” He leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “Just don’t expect us to climb it anytime soon, okay?”

You take a few steps outside, holding Edward’s tiny mittened hand, and Tony follows with a knowing smile. “Alright, team, it’s time to introduce the little guy to snow. First snowball?” he asks, already forming a little powdery ball.

“Nothing too rough, Stark,” you say with a laugh. But before you know it, Tony tosses a soft, fluffy snowball—more like a gentle powder puff—onto Edward’s lap.

Edward stares at the snowball with a very serious expression, reaching out to poke at it. His face lights up as his tiny mitten sinks into the snow, and he looks up at you, babbling excitedly.

“See?” Tony says, grinning. “Total natural. And he hasn’t even tried sledding yet!”

You and Tony spend the morning showing Edward the snow-covered world, taking him out to a little sled where he sits on your lap, squealing in delight as Tony gently pulls the sled along. Every now and then, he looks up at you with pure joy, and your heart just melts.

Later that evening, after you’ve managed to get Edward fed and snuggled into bed (which was an ordeal in itself, as he spent half the time grabbing at your hair and Tony’s glasses), you sit by the fireplace, wrapped in one of the soft blankets Tony stocked up on. Tony finally joins you after setting up a baby monitor with JARVIS’s help, plopping down on the couch beside you with a tired but satisfied smile.

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “Well, we survived the first day. Barely.”

You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s different with a baby, isn’t it?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he says, looking over at the baby monitor and grinning as he sees Edward sleeping peacefully. “But it’s kind of the best thing ever.”

You smile, thinking of all the little moments from the day—Edward’s excitement over the snow, his curious little face peeking out from the snowsuit, the way he’d babbled at the mountains like he was having a full conversation with them. “It really is.”

Tony’s hand drifts to your shoulder, and he kisses the top of your head. “Remember what I promised you? Yearly trips to the Alps, no matter what.”

You close your eyes, soaking in the warmth and the soft crackling of the fire. “And you’ve outdone yourself, Mr. Stark. This chalet is perfect.”

“Well, only the best for you and our little snow adventurer.” He chuckles, his eyes soft as he looks at you. “I can’t wait until he’s old enough to really take on the slopes. I’ll teach him everything I know.”

You raise an eyebrow, laughing. “Oh, so he’ll be an expert on the bunny slopes?”

Tony gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me! I did those bunny slopes with you for safety reasons.”

You grin, nudging him playfully. “Sure, sure.”

For the rest of the night, you both fall into comfortable conversation, talking about your favorite parts of the trip and laughing over Edward’s tiny adventures of the day. And even though there’s a new level of exhaustion that comes with traveling as parents, there’s also a new kind of joy, too—the kind that fills your heart in ways you never could have imagined.

As you settle in beside Tony, his arm around you and the fire casting warm shadows across the room, you feel it—the deep contentment of being right where you’re meant to be. You have each other, a beautiful family, and all the memories waiting to be made on snowy Alps trips just like this one.

The next morning, you and Tony have a grand plan: to get a family photo in the snow with the Alps as a backdrop. You picture a sweet little scene—Edward bundled up, the mountains glistening in the background, and you and Tony looking like that perfect, smiling family on a holiday card. But getting a baby and two semi-coordinated adults to cooperate for a “simple” photo quickly becomes its own comedy of errors.

First, there’s the task of getting Edward back into his snowsuit, which he’s now decided he hates. He’s wiggling, giggling, and pulling at the hood the entire time, giving Tony a run for his money as he tries to zip up the tiny suit.

“Alright, Edward, c’mon,” Tony pleads, one hand struggling with the zipper while Edward bats at his dad’s face with a mittened hand. “Just work with me here, buddy. Think of the memories.”

Edward lets out a little squeal that sounds suspiciously like laughter, and you can’t help but giggle as Tony finally manages to get the zipper all the way up.

“There we go!” Tony cheers, looking immensely proud, like he’s just invented a new suit himself.

With the baby finally bundled, you two tackle the next challenge: finding a spot outside where the snow isn’t too deep. Tony scouts ahead, and with JARVIS chiming in via earpiece to give him topographical tips, you both make your way to the perfect spot, nestled near a tall pine tree with a breathtaking view of the snow-capped Alps in the background.

Tony positions his phone on a nearby rock, sets the timer, and then hurries back to join you and Edward. But as he leans in, trying to hold Edward steady, his hand slips, and suddenly he’s teetering backward, flailing as he tries to catch his balance on the icy snow.

“Oh no—!” you gasp, holding Edward securely as Tony lets out a string of surprised curses and lands straight in a snowbank, his legs flopping over the edge like a giant starfish.

The phone’s camera timer goes off with a cheery click. The result? A perfectly crisp shot of you holding Edward, smiling serenely while Tony lies in the background, half-buried in snow, looking thoroughly betrayed by gravity.

You’re laughing so hard that Edward starts to giggle too, a bubbly little laugh that only makes the whole situation even funnier. Tony sits up, looking bemused but amused, his face pink from the cold. “Okay, that’s… that’s one for the family album.”

You grin, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “It’s a classic already.”

Not one to let the snow get the best of him, Tony gets up with determination, brushing the snow off with dramatic flair. “Alright, no one messes with a Stark like that. We’re getting this shot, and it’s going to be flawless.”

On attempt number two, Tony positions the phone on a steadier surface, checks the snow for any hidden ice, and rejoins you, looping an arm around your shoulder as you all face the camera with bright smiles.

Just as the timer ticks down, Edward reaches up, grabbing Tony’s nose with an impressive grip for a seven-month-old. The photo snaps just as Tony lets out a squawk of surprise, his expression halfway between amusement and “I’ve been captured by my own child.” The result is another photo that, while completely unscripted, somehow captures everything you love about this little family adventure.

“Alright, I’m calling it,” Tony laughs, taking a look at the new photo. “Apparently, we’re destined for candid shots only.”

You shrug, kissing Edward’s chubby little cheek. “Maybe that’s even better. We’re a chaotic family, Tony—why pretend otherwise?”

As you all make your way back to the chalet, Tony leans in, whispering, “Just so you know, I’m sending both of those pictures to Happy for our holiday card options. Let him decide which one says ‘Stark Family Adventure’ the best.”

Later, cozy by the fire with Edward dozing in his crib nearby, you and Tony swipe through the day’s photos, laughing over each and every attempt. The best shots—the ones where you’re all genuinely laughing, snow in your hair and mismatched expressions—are far from perfect, but they’re filled with real joy. And as you snuggle close, you know this will be the kind of memory you’ll treasure forever, a perfectly imperfect adventure in the Alps with the people you love most.

Three years later, you’re back at the chalet for your annual Alps getaway, and it’s no surprise that Edward is now an unstoppable force. At three years old, he’s practically a mirror image of Tony—a toddler with boundless energy, unfiltered curiosity, and a confidence level that has you equal parts impressed and on high alert.

“Okay, buddy,” Tony says, crouching down to zip up Edward’s puffy little parka. “Remember the rules for today. One, no climbing any trees. Two, no running past—”

“Got it!” Edward chirps, promptly bouncing up and bolting out the door, his tiny boots pattering across the snow.

You laugh, throwing Tony a knowing look as he sighs. “He’s got the Stark attention span, too,” you say.

Tony smirks. “Only the best traits, right?”

Outside, Edward has already discovered a stick and is poking it into the snow, chattering away to himself like he’s narrating his own discovery channel show. As you watch, he picks up a pine cone and waves it over his head like it’s a prized artifact.

“Look, Daddy!” he calls, holding up the pine cone with immense pride. “I found treasure!”

Tony, trying to keep up with Edward’s imaginative pace, kneels beside him, inspecting the pine cone with all the gravitas of a museum curator. “Ah, yes. A rare alpine pine cone. I’d say that’s worth at least ten points.”

“Ten points!” Edward exclaims, his face lighting up with joy.

You watch the two of them, warmth filling your chest. They’re a perfectly matched pair: Tony, the ever-encouraging, slightly mischievous dad, and Edward, who treats every rock, snowflake, and icicle as if it’s the most magical thing he’s ever seen.

Before long, Tony has convinced Edward that a snowball fight is in order. The two of them square off, and it’s a comical sight—Tony with his practiced aim and Edward with his… well, enthusiastic but chaotic form of defense, which mostly involves flinging snow in every possible direction.

You try to sit back and watch, but before you know it, Edward has roped you in. “Mommy! Help me!” he calls, his tiny face flushed with excitement.

“Oh, you’re going down, Stark!” you call, laughing as you crouch beside Edward, forming snowballs as fast as he can toss them.

Tony’s attempts at pretending to be defeated are the funniest part of it all. He stumbles around dramatically, flinging snow in the air and making ridiculous sound effects every time Edward hits him with a snowball. Edward laughs so hard he nearly tumbles backward, and his laughter is contagious, echoing through the snowy landscape around you.

After an hour of snowy chaos, you all retreat back inside, red-cheeked and chilled but perfectly happy. You wrap Edward in a cozy blanket, and he nestles up beside you on the couch, his head resting against your shoulder, still babbling about his “great snow victory.”

Tony sits on your other side, wrapping an arm around you both. “You think he’s going to be this wild every year?”

You smile, brushing a stray bit of snow out of Edward’s hair. “If he’s anything like you? Definitely.”

Tony laughs, his eyes softening as he looks down at Edward, who’s drifting off in the comfort of your arms. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And in that moment, in the warmth of the chalet with your little family bundled together, you can’t imagine a better tradition. The mountains, the snow, and these beautiful, hilarious memories—they’re your family’s own perfect kind of magic.

After a long day of helping a highly enthusiastic but wildly unpredictable Edward navigate the beginner slopes, you and Tony are both thoroughly exhausted. Getting Edward to sleep has been an adventure on its own—he insisted on wearing his snow hat to bed, hugging his newfound pine cone “treasure” like a beloved teddy bear. But at last, he’s tucked under the cozy blankets, his soft snores filling the room as he finally rests.

You and Tony stand in the doorway, watching him with a mix of adoration and relief. Tony wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as you both gaze at your son.

“Out like a light,” Tony murmurs softly, a trace of awe in his voice. “Gotta hand it to the Alps—only place that can actually wear this little guy out.”

You chuckle, leaning back into his embrace. “Only took skiing lessons, a snowball fight, and an epic bedtime negotiation to get him here.”

Tony smirks. “Can you blame him? Kid knows what he wants.” He drops a light kiss on your shoulder, his voice turning playfully suggestive. “Wonder where he gets that from?”

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Pretty sure that’s all you, Mr. Stark.”

Tony pulls you closer, pressing his lips near your ear. “I think you underestimate just how… persuasive you can be, Mrs. Stark.”

You laugh softly, feeling the blush rise in your cheeks as Tony’s hands slip around your waist. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

He feigns innocence. “Just stating the facts. And for the record, I’m pretty persuasive too. I mean, look at this kid.” He nods toward Edward’s sleeping form. “That’s a whole collaboration project right there. A masterpiece, if I do say so myself.”

You shake your head, trying to keep a straight face. But then, as you glance back at Edward, all tucked up in his little cocoon of blankets, the thought slips out of you before you can catch it: “I wouldn’t mind adding to the… collection.”

Tony goes still, and you feel his arms tighten around you, the grin in his voice unmistakable. “Oh, really?”

You blush, nudging him with your elbow, but you don’t deny it. “Maybe…”

“Maybe, she says,” he murmurs, amusement dancing in his tone as he steps back, just enough to turn you around and face him. His eyes are sparkling with a familiar mischief, and you know exactly where this is going. “Well, Mrs. Stark, I don’t believe in wasting time.”

Without another word, he scoops you up in his arms, carrying you down the hall to your room with a determined grin. He pauses only to nudge the door shut with his foot and click the lock, just in case Edward decides to wander in on his way to a midnight snack.

The next morning, you both shuffle into the kitchen, happily disheveled but somewhat groggy after last night’s, uh, activities. Tony pours you both coffee while you tackle the task of assembling breakfast for the family, the scent of coffee filling the chalet. Just as you finish plating the pancakes, you hear the pitter-patter of small feet racing down the hall.

Edward appears in the doorway, all tousled bedhead and wide, curious eyes. He grins, hopping up into his chair with more energy than either of you can muster, and starts digging into his breakfast.

“Did you sleep well, buddy?” you ask, trying to keep the knowing smile off your face as Tony gives you a wink over his coffee mug.

“Yeah, I did,” Edward says, then tilts his head in thought. “Except for the weird noises.”

Your fork pauses mid-air. Tony freezes, eyebrows raising slightly as he trades a look with you.

“Oh? What kind of noises, honey?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light and innocent.

Edward scrunches his face, deep in toddler-level contemplation. “I dunno… kind of like ‘thump thump’ and then like… a squeaky sound?” He shrugs, perfectly unaware of the red hue creeping up both your faces. “I thought it was maybe animals outside. Like a bear!”

Tony chokes a little on his coffee, quickly composing himself as he nods, very seriously. “You know what? That’s exactly what it was. Just some… mountain animals. Bears, probably. Or… squirrels. Could’ve been squirrels too, I’d bet.”

Edward looks skeptical. “Squirrels? Squirrels go ‘squeak squeak’?”

You nod, putting on your best parental poker face. “Oh, absolutely. These Alps squirrels are, uh, very vocal.”

“And super fast,” Tony adds, trying to keep a straight face. “They must’ve just been scurrying around outside.”

Satisfied with this explanation, Edward returns to his breakfast, the mystery solved in his mind. But Tony can’t help himself—he sneaks a hand over, giving your knee a quick squeeze and winking at you over his mug, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips as he whispers, “Squirrels, huh?”

You bite back a laugh, nudging him with your foot under the table. “Keep it up, Stark, and you’ll be explaining squirrel noises for years to come.”

And as Edward chatters away about his plans for another day of snowy adventures, you and Tony share a quiet smile, thinking about how this mountain hideaway has become even more special to your family—memories made in the snow, and, apparently, memories made with a little help from the “squirrels.”

It’s a crisp spring afternoon in New York, and you’re back at Stark Tower, watching Edward chase his toy cars around the living room with endless energy. You can’t help smiling as he zooms his favorite red race car across the floor, making all the appropriate “vroom” noises, blissfully unaware that his whole world is about to change. You’ve just returned from the doctor, and the news you have to share with Tony feels like a small, joyful secret waiting to burst.

After waiting for the right moment all afternoon, you find Tony tinkering in his workshop. He’s bent over some project, half of his attention on JARVIS narrating stock reports, but as soon as he sees you standing in the doorway, he brightens up and sets down his tools.

“Hey, gorgeous. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirks, reaching for your hand and pulling you close.

“Well, I thought you might want a break,” you say, feeling the excitement bubble in your chest. “I actually have… some pretty big news.”

“Oh?” His eyebrow arches, his interest clearly piqued as he looks at you with that familiar Stark sparkle. “Do tell.”

Taking a deep breath, you let the words tumble out. “Tony, I’m pregnant.”

For a split second, there’s only silence as he processes what you’ve said. And then his face lights up with a joy so pure it makes your heart swell.

“You’re serious?” he whispers, almost as if he can’t believe it.

You nod, your smile growing wider. “We’re having another baby, Tony.”

His response is immediate; he wraps you in his arms, pulling you close, and you feel the warmth of his kiss on your forehead as he lets out a small, breathless laugh. “Another baby… wow. I’m gonna have two little Starks running around?” He pulls back to look at you, his hands on your shoulders, his gaze soft and a little awed. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

“Well, thank you,” you laugh. “But this is all teamwork.”

“Oh, believe me,” he says, his expression growing playfully mischievous, “I remember the teamwork.”

You give him a light smack on the chest, rolling your eyes. “Focus, Stark. We have another little person to tell the news to, remember?”

Tony’s eyes widen, glancing toward the hallway where Edward’s little voice can be heard playing. “Oh, you mean the future big brother. How do you think he’ll take it?”

“Honestly?” You shrug. “No idea. But I think he’ll be excited… once he gets past any confusion.”

Tony grins, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of telling Edward. “Let’s do it.”

You both head to the living room, where Edward is still entirely focused on his toy car, making it zoom up the arm of the couch and fly through the air before landing it perfectly on the carpet. At three and a half years old, he’s the spitting image of his father: curious, energetic, and already a little charmer. When he sees you and Tony approaching, he stops mid-vroom, looking up with big, curious eyes.

“Hey, big guy,” Tony says, crouching down to Edward’s level. “Mommy and I have some special news for you.”

Edward’s eyes light up with interest. “News?”

You smile, sitting down next to him. “Yes, honey. You’re going to be a big brother.”

Edward’s little face scrunches up in confusion. “Big… brother?”

“Yes,” you say, glancing at Tony for support. “That means Mommy has a baby in her belly, and when it’s ready, you’ll have a little brother or sister.”

Edward’s eyes widen even more, and he stares at your stomach, looking half-confused, half-impressed. “Mommy ate a baby?”

Tony immediately bursts into laughter, and you can’t help but laugh too. You shake your head, gently taking Edward’s little hand and placing it on your belly. “No, honey, Mommy didn’t eat a baby. The baby is growing in here. And in a few months, you’re going to have a little sibling.”

Edward’s hand stays on your belly, his face absolutely serious as he contemplates this information. “So… the baby is just there?” He presses a bit, as if expecting to feel something.

Tony chimes in, his voice warm. “Yep. Just there, buddy. Growing a little more every day.”

Edward’s face slowly shifts from confusion to excitement, his smile growing as he processes what it means. “I’m going to have a baby to play with?”

“Exactly,” you say, brushing his hair out of his face. “You’re going to be a big brother. And that means you get to help take care of the baby, teach them new things, and, when they’re big enough, play together.”

Edward’s grin is so wide now that it practically glows. “I’m gonna be a big brother!” He pauses, squinting up at Tony. “Like… like how Daddy is in charge of everyone?”

Tony grins, clearly enjoying this line of thought. “Well, not exactly. You’ll be a big brother, which means you’ll get to show the baby how to do all the fun stuff, like building towers and—”

“And playing cars!” Edward finishes with enthusiasm. “I’m gonna teach them everything!”

You exchange a tender smile with Tony, watching as Edward begins to babble on about all the things he’ll show his little sibling, his excitement growing with each idea. You can see Tony’s eyes soften as he watches Edward, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Edward scrambles off the couch and stands right in front of your belly, crossing his arms with determination. “Baby, you have to come out soon so I can show you everything, okay?”

You chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair. “It’ll be a few more months, sweetheart, but the baby will hear you.”

Edward nods seriously, placing both hands on your stomach as if he’s already the most devoted big brother. “Okay, baby. Don’t worry. I’m gonna be here to teach you all the important stuff.”

Tony chuckles, pulling you close with an arm around your shoulder. “I think this baby has a pretty awesome big brother waiting for them.”

Edward looks up at both of you, his face filled with pure, innocent excitement. “Is the baby going to look like me?”

“Maybe!” you say, smiling at his curiosity. “Or maybe the baby will look like Daddy.”

“Or you!” Tony adds, squeezing your shoulder. “But one thing’s for sure, they’re going to be very lucky to have you as their big brother.”

Edward beams, his eyes bright with pride. Then he suddenly looks thoughtful. “Does that mean I get to be in charge of them? Like when they don’t want to play?”

You and Tony share a glance, stifling laughter. “Well, being a big brother means you’re a helper,” you say. “And that means being patient and kind.”

Edward thinks about this, nodding slowly. “I can do that,” he says seriously. “I’m going to be the best big brother ever.”

With that, he dashes back to his toy cars, already chatting to them about his new sibling as if they, too, need to know the news. You and Tony watch him with affection, sharing a moment of pure contentment.

“Not bad, huh?” Tony murmurs, his hand slipping around your waist as he pulls you close.

“Not bad at all,” you reply, leaning into him. “I think he’s going to be amazing.”

Tony chuckles, his gaze softening as he watches Edward play. “You know, if he’s anything like me, that baby is going to have a lot of excitement to look forward to.”

“Let’s just hope they balance each other out,” you laugh. “Otherwise, I think I’ll have my hands full.”

Tony gives you a teasing smile. “I think you already do, Mrs. Stark.”

The snow has blanketed the Italian Alps in a serene white hush, and you can’t help but smile as you look out the chalet window, feeling at peace even with the slight ache in your lower back. You’re nine months pregnant, and the baby could come any day now, but you wouldn’t have missed this trip for the world—not when it’s become such a special tradition for your family. You’d made sure Tony understood that before you left. Despite his protests, he finally agreed. But only under the condition that you’d “take it easy” and let him handle absolutely everything.

The chalet has become even more luxurious, thanks to Tony’s constant upgrades and “adjustments.” And though it’s outfitted with everything you could possibly need, from a medical suite to Jarvis-powered heating control, Tony is still on edge. You feel his watchful gaze follow you even as you wander just a few steps around the cozy living room. Even more surprising, Edward seems just as watchful, hovering nearby with a little furrowed brow that mimics his father’s.

“Mama, you need more water?” he asks for the third time in an hour, holding up a glass in his little mittened hand, though he looks a bit wobbly carrying it.

You smile, reaching down to take it. “Thank you, sweetie. You know, I think I’m good for now.”

He looks relieved, climbing up onto the couch beside you and cuddling into your side, immediately leaning down to put his face near your belly. It’s become his favorite spot, his “sister perch,” as he calls it. “Hi, baby Mia,” he whispers, his breath tickling your belly. “I got Mama water like you need. But you gotta wait a little bit, okay? ‘Cause you’re supposed to come after Christmas.”

You giggle, reaching down to ruffle his hair. “I think she’s listening, Eddie.”

Tony walks in from the kitchen with his own cup of coffee and grins, watching the two of you with unmistakable fondness. He’s got his eye on Edward, who’s started this protective routine almost as if on cue. You’ve noticed that ever since you arrived, Edward has been watching you with extra concern, following you room to room with a serious expression that makes him look adorably like a miniature version of Tony.

“Keeping an eye on Mama, huh?” Tony asks, dropping into the armchair beside you. He catches Edward’s eye and gives him a wink, which Edward dutifully returns with a nod.

“Daddy said I gotta be extra good and make sure you and Mia are okay,” Edward explains seriously, his hand now gently patting your belly. “Because if she comes early, it’s up to me to keep you safe too.”

You glance over at Tony, arching a brow. “So, you’ve enlisted a tiny helper?”

Tony smirks, leaning back in his chair with a mock-casual expression. “Well, let’s just say I figured another set of eyes wouldn’t hurt. Especially with someone as stubborn as you, Mrs. Stark, insisting on a nine-month-pregnant trip to the Alps.”

You roll your eyes, stifling a laugh. “Oh, so now I’m the stubborn one?”

He just grins, leaning forward to gently place his hand beside Edward’s, rubbing soothing circles across your belly. “Mia, just for the record, we’d prefer it if you’d wait a little longer to make your debut, okay? Let’s give Mommy a couple more quiet nights.”

Edward chimes in, “Yeah, you stay in there, Mia!” He lowers his voice to a loud whisper, as though she might be eavesdropping. “Daddy says it��s cozy and warm in there.”

Watching Tony and Edward both focused so intently on you and the baby makes you feel an overwhelming rush of affection. Tony may be playfully aloof at times, but you know how protective he is, and seeing Edward’s instinct to care for you just as much—it’s almost too much for your heart to handle.

Over the next few days, their vigilance only increases. Edward insists on helping with every little task, from picking up anything you drop to insisting you don’t leave the couch without him.

One afternoon, you’re sitting near the fire, Tony stretched out beside you with Edward nestled between you both. Edward has his hand on your belly, his little face serious as he leans over, “talking” to Mia about all the things he’ll show her once she’s born. You glance over at Tony, who’s pretending to read a book but has a smile on his face, clearly listening in.

“Yeah, and I’ll show you the big mountain,” Edward whispers to your belly. “And all the squirrels! But you gotta wait a little ‘cause you’re too tiny now.”

“Big brother’s got it all figured out, huh?” you murmur, looking over at Tony.

Tony gives a soft laugh. “He’s thorough, what can I say?”

When evening falls, you sit with Tony as Edward helps him prepare dinner in the kitchen. Tony’s pretending not to notice that Edward is sneaking more carrot slices than he’s putting in the salad, and you’re listening to their banter with a smile. Just as Tony finishes the final stir, he glances over at you, his eyes brightening.

“Alright, gorgeous, dinner’s served.” He and Edward bring everything over to the table, setting it up with an odd mix of finesse and excitement. Edward clambers into his chair, looking proudly at the setup.

As you all dig in, Edward turns to you, as serious as ever. “Mama, do you think Mia can eat with us next year?”

You chuckle, nodding. “I think she’ll be joining us for a lot of meals, honey. And you can help show her how everything works.”

“I’m good at showing stuff,” Edward says, sounding very grown-up. He stabs his fork into his food, then pauses to look at you. “Mommy, is Mia gonna need to wait for food like me?”

“Maybe at first,” you say, glancing at Tony as you add, “But she’ll have a big brother who can teach her all about snacks.”

Tony nods seriously, reaching over to give Edward a high-five. “That’s right, buddy. You’ll have to show her all the important stuff—especially the snacks.”

Edward beams, looking very pleased with himself. Dinner continues in this cozy, easy rhythm, filled with little jokes and laughter, until you find yourself feeling so relaxed you almost forget how close you are to your due date.

Late that night, after Edward is tucked in, you and Tony settle into bed, and he wraps his arms around you from behind, his hand resting instinctively on your belly. You sigh, leaning into his warmth, grateful for the peace and quiet.

“Think she’s getting cozy in there?” Tony murmurs, rubbing small circles on your belly.

“She seems content,” you whisper back, smiling. “But then again, so am I.”

A comfortable silence falls between you as Tony presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. “I can’t believe we’re going to have two little ones soon.”

You chuckle. “And you doubted our Alps trip.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Hey, better safe than sorry. If I had my way, we’d be back in New York near the best hospital in the state.”

“Relax,” you say, lacing your fingers through his. “We’ve got everything we need right here.”

And as you lie there, cradled in Tony’s arms with the baby softly moving beneath your hand, you feel a deep, calm certainty—no matter where you are, as long as your family is by your side, everything will be exactly as it should be.

The evening is peaceful as you sit by the fireplace in the chalet, warming up after a full day spent playing in the snow. Tony’s got an arm around your shoulders, holding you close, while Edward is curled up on the rug in front of you, arranging his toys with focused concentration. You’re enjoying the rare calm, your hand resting on your belly, feeling the little nudges and kicks that Mia has made her daily ritual.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp, intense pressure low in your abdomen—a sensation that makes you gasp, your hand gripping Tony’s arm on instinct.

“Hey, you okay?” Tony looks at you, his brow furrowing in concern. Edward glances up too, his toy race car frozen mid-drive as he watches you with wide eyes.

“Um… I think…” Another wave hits you, stronger this time, making you tense. You can’t help but wince as a rush of pain makes it clear exactly what’s happening. “Tony, I think it’s time.”

“Time? Time for—oh!” Tony’s face goes through a series of rapid changes, from confusion to realization to full-blown panic. “Time! Okay, okay. That’s fine. We knew this was coming. I’ve got this.” But his eyes are wide, and his hands are already shaking as he reaches for his phone, practically tossing it out of his pocket in his haste.

Edward’s face scrunches up with worry. “Mama, are you okay? Is Mia coming now?”

You manage a reassuring smile for him, though it’s strained. “Yes, sweetheart. Mia’s on her way.”

Edward’s little mouth forms a perfect “O” as he stands there, frozen with his toy car clutched in his hand. “But she’s not supposed to come yet!” He looks to Tony for confirmation, a touch of panic in his voice. “Daddy, she’s coming early!”

“Uh, yeah, she sure is, buddy,” Tony mutters, trying to steady himself as he dials for the hospital. But when the call goes unanswered, he swears softly under his breath, his face paling. “Right. Nearest hospital it is. I’ve got this. Totally got this. Y/N, do you need a bag? Should I carry you?”

You laugh—well, as much as you can while clutching your belly. “Tony, just help me to the car. And grab the bag we packed in the bedroom. It’s all set.”

He nods, snapping into action as he wraps an arm around you, helping you up as gently as he can. Edward trails closely, his eyes fixed on you, looking like he’s ready to burst into tears. “Mama, is it going to hurt a lot?”

You nod, managing a comforting smile. “It’s going to be okay, Eddie. But yes, sometimes it does hurt a bit.”

With a nod, he straightens up, puffing out his little chest as if he’s trying to be brave for you. “I’ll protect you, Mama,” he says with a firmness that makes Tony’s mouth twitch, though he’s too frantic to fully appreciate the cuteness of it.

Tony helps you out to the car, keeping an arm firmly around you while Edward scrambles into his seat in the back, buckling himself with serious focus. He’s quiet as he watches Tony settle you in, his gaze darting between the two of you.

“Okay, everyone’s in. We’re good. We’re going to the hospital,” Tony announces, gripping the wheel and peeling out of the driveway with more speed than finesse.

The drive is quiet, save for Tony’s constant mutterings and reassurances. “Almost there, babe. Hang on. We’ve got this.”

Edward, still wide-eyed and silent, keeps glancing from Tony to you, his little hands clasped in his lap. Finally, he leans forward and says softly, “Daddy, is Mia going to come soon?”

Tony gives him a reassuring smile in the rearview mirror. “Pretty soon, buddy. But she’s going to be just fine, and so is Mommy.”

A few minutes later, the hospital comes into view. Tony whips into the parking lot, barely managing to park the car before he’s jumping out, rushing around to help you. The nurses spot the three of you, and within moments, you’re whisked into the maternity ward with Tony by your side, Edward clinging tightly to his other hand.

After a moment of hesitation, Tony looks at Edward, his expression softening. “Okay, Eddie, I think it’s time for you to hang out with the nurses while we bring Mia into the world, alright?”

Edward’s eyes are filled with worry as he looks up at you, his little brow furrowed. “Are you sure, Daddy? Maybe I should help.”

You reach out and give his hand a gentle squeeze, smiling through the pain. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll see you soon.”

Reluctantly, he nods and lets go, and a nurse leads him to the waiting room, promising him hot chocolate. Once he’s settled, you let yourself focus fully on the task at hand, breathing deeply as another wave of contractions hits.

Hours later, as dawn breaks over the mountains, you’re finally holding a tiny, pink-cheeked bundle in your arms. Mia is here, and she’s perfect, with soft wisps of dark hair and the tiniest little nose. Tony looks at her with an expression you haven’t seen before, a mixture of awe, wonder, and pure love.

“She’s… wow,” he murmurs, his voice choked. He reaches out, his finger stroking her soft cheek. “She’s here. She’s finally here.”

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks as you watch him. “She is. And she’s beautiful.”

Just then, there’s a knock on the door, and a nurse steps in with Edward, who’s clutching a small, stuffed bear that he insists is for Mia. He’s a little hesitant, staring at the tiny bundle in your arms with wide, curious eyes.

“Eddie, come meet your sister,” Tony says, beckoning him over with a soft smile.

Edward steps forward slowly, his eyes fixed on Mia with fascination. He gently sets the bear down beside her and looks up at you, his voice barely above a whisper. “Is that really her?”

“Yes, sweetie,” you murmur, shifting Mia just enough so Edward can see her more clearly. “This is Mia. Your baby sister.”

Edward’s face lights up as he takes it in. He reaches out tentatively, gently touching her tiny hand. “Hi, Mia. I’m your big brother,” he whispers, looking awed. Then he glances up at you and Tony, his voice growing more confident. “I’ll take care of you, Mia. Just like I promised.”

Tony chuckles, ruffling Edward’s hair. “That’s right, bud. You’re the best big brother she could ask for.”

Once you’re back at the chalet, it’s as if the whole place is holding its breath for Mia. Even the snowfall outside seems to have softened, the sky a soft pink and blue haze as the sun rises over the Alps. Tony helps you get settled on the couch, Mia tucked warmly in your arms. Edward is right beside you, eyes wide and sparkling as he stares at his sister, still in awe of the tiny new family member.

“Mommy, can I…?” He trails off, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

Tony clears his throat, immediately stepping in. “Can you what, buddy?”

Edward meets Tony’s gaze with a bold determination. “Can I hold her?”

Tony opens his mouth, looking unsure. It’s clear he’s struggling, torn between letting Edward’s eager big-brother heart grow and the sheer terror of seeing his three-year-old son anywhere near such a delicate little bundle. You give Tony’s hand a reassuring squeeze, then smile softly at Edward.

“Of course you can, sweetheart. We’ll help you,” you say, and Tony shoots you a look that is part admiration and part mild panic.

With care and precision that would make any parent proud, you and Tony arrange Edward on the large bed, surrounding him with a fortress of pillows. He sits cross-legged, his little hands clasped in his lap, looking more serious than you’ve ever seen him.

“Alright, Edward, remember—very, very gentle,” Tony instructs, his voice a little shaky as he settles Mia in Edward’s lap. The look on his face says he’s ready to leap in at any second.

Edward nods with the utmost sincerity, keeping his hands steady as he holds Mia, his tiny fingers brushing over her soft blanket. He gazes down at her with awe, and Mia, as if she already knows her brother, blinks up at him, her eyes round and calm.

“Hi, Mia,” he whispers, his voice almost reverent. “It’s me, Edward. I’m your big brother.”

Tony, standing a mere inch away, watches like a hawk, his eyes locked on Edward’s every move. If there were any way for him to be closer without actually holding Mia himself, he’d probably do it. You catch him clenching and unclenching his fists, clearly debating if he should interfere, even though Edward is doing perfectly well.

You chuckle softly, nudging Tony’s shoulder. “Breathe. He’s got this.”

“Breathe?” Tony whispers back, glancing at you like you’ve suggested he let Edward juggle china plates. “Babe, our son is three. Mia’s barely a week old. This is like… a recipe for chaos.”

“But look,” you murmur, smiling as you take in the sight before you.

Edward leans down slightly, his face inches from Mia’s, his little voice filled with wonder. “You’re so small, Mia. But I’ll help you get big. Just like me.”

You feel your heart melt, watching your son speak to Mia with the wisdom and warmth of someone far beyond his years. Mia, sensing something special, gives a little yawn, her face scrunching up before she settles comfortably in Edward’s lap.

Tony’s shoulders ease just a fraction, and he shakes his head with a small smile. “Alright, you’re right. He’s got this.”

After a few moments, Edward looks up at Tony with a mix of pride and excitement. “Daddy, she’s not crying!”

Tony laughs, reaching out to ruffle Edward’s hair. “She’s not crying because she likes you, buddy. You’re already doing an amazing job.”

Edward beams, sitting up a little taller. “Yeah, I think she does like me. I’ve been practicing, Daddy. With my teddy bear, remember?”

Tony chuckles, nodding. “All that practice paid off, didn’t it?”

Satisfied that Edward has everything under control, you settle back, letting yourself enjoy this peaceful moment. It’s incredible to see Tony’s eyes soften with such pride as he watches Edward. When Mia stretches a tiny hand and accidentally grabs one of Edward’s fingers, Edward lets out a little squeak of excitement.

“She’s so strong!” he says, looking up at Tony. “Look, Daddy! She’s already holding my finger!”

Tony’s grin widens, and he’s now fully invested, crouching beside the bed to get a better look. “She’s a Stark, all right. Strong from day one.”

You share a knowing smile with Tony. Somehow, it feels like the chalet, with its vintage wood and cozy, fire-lit rooms, has truly become your family’s haven. This yearly trip has become more than just a tradition—it’s a ritual of love and connection, a reminder of the life you and Tony have built together.

When Edward finally looks up, he gives Mia one last gentle hug before releasing her back into your arms. “Mommy, can I hold her again tomorrow?”

You smile, nodding. “Of course, Eddie. She’ll need all the big-brother cuddles she can get.”

“Deal,” he says with a grin, hugging his knees to his chest, his excitement making his little feet wiggle.

Later, when Edward’s sound asleep and Mia is curled up beside you, Tony wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. The fire crackles softly, casting a warm glow around the room, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“So, another perfect day?” he murmurs.

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder. “Perfect in every way.”

I love family man Tony so much you guys can't even understand

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when a fire starts to burn - sukuna

sukuna x fem. reader (reader is Nanami's sister)

Part 2 of my Hockey Player Sukuna Series - Part 1

Lmk if you would like me to create a taglist! :D

Sukuna finds himself looking forward to Sunday. He suddenly considers texting you non-stop not enough. He wants to see you in person. He wants to see with his own eyes how you react to his flirtatious comments, he often wonders if they make you blush. He is convinced that they do, considering that sometimes you react with unintelligible keyboard slams. He loves it, but seeing it in person would be hundred times better.

He considers himself enchanted by you. He finds it undoubtedly easy to talk to you, he loves telling you about his day and he certainly enjoys hearing about yours. He loves how passionate you are about your job, how excited you get about office gossip, and how you never hesitate to text him whenever the smallest thing happens to you throughout the day. The hardest part is hiding the fact that he is talking to you constantly from his Captain, your brother.

"Sweetheart, when is Bambi coming?" he hears Nanami's wife, Sophia question from the kitchen while Sukuna is sitting on the couch in the living room, and his ears perk up once he hears that adorable nickname of yours being mentioned.

"She's not coming here. We're meeting at the cafe." Nanami responds as he leaves their bedroom.

"Why is that? I haven't seen her in a while, I wanted to give her the souvenir I got her from Thailand."

"She's tired and irritated, she said she wants to hear about your travels when she's in a better mood."

Sukuna's grin widens. He knows why you're tired. He knows why you're irritated. The two of you stayed up texting until 5 in the morning and your conversation ended with him calling your cat stupid, which offended you deeply. The thing is, Sukuna is severely allergic to cats so he couldn't comprehend the cuteness of your cat even after receiving ten pictures of the sleeping feline from you. And you couldn't accept him calling your child stupid either. Nonetheless, he was displeased that you were not seeing him today in person. What's worse is that they're leaving tomorrow for a road trip which is scheduled to last at least a week, if not more. He doesn't really understand why he has these feelings after two weeks of knowing you, he usually wouldn't care about something so insignificant, but he figures that you were an enigma enough to entertain these thoughts running around in his mind about you. Once Nanami leaves the house, Sukuna retreats to his momentary room and starts packing his bag for the upcoming road trip. He has gained a lot of fans after the amazing debut he had with the team and now there's a lot of pressure on him to live up to the expectations. If everything goes right, he should get a raise in a couple of months, after the regular season is over and he will be able to get his own place after that. Despite enjoying how his current situation gives him more opportunities to see you in person, Sukuna hates leeching on others, so he cannot wait to get himself out of your brother's apartment.

While you're out with your brother, you cannot stop thinking about the pink-haired player currently living with Nanami. You really wanted to see him today, but you didn't want to cause suspicions with Kento and Sophia. Those two were incredibly good at figuring out when you have a crush on someone. This is not the case here with Sukuna - or at least you try to convince yourself about that. Regardless, you're being cautious.

However, your plan is thrown out the window by Sukuna himself, as he walks into the cafe and sits down at your table. Both Nanami and you glare at him in disbelief. He ignores your confused expressions as the waiter approaches and he orders the same thing he did two weeks ago.

"What are you doing here, Sukuna?" Kento questions, clear irritation in his tone.

"I told you this before, I'm extremely superstitious. The last time we had a game on Sunday and I joined you guys for brunch, I scored five goals, may I remind you. So I decided, to include this in my game-day routine." he explains, while gesturing to the situation at hand. His eyes jump in between you and Nanami as he tries to figure out how you feel about his bluntness. "And you, Captain, cannot say anything against this, because tonight, I'm gonna win the game for us."

Nanami is speechless, while the pink-haired guy grins, his enjoyment evident. He is having too much fun with the current situation, in your opinion. Kento looks at you expectantly, he doesn't really have a say in this matter. You were the one to decide that Sunday Brunch was just for the two of you.

You started chewing the inside of your mouth nervously. Sukuna trapped you into a corner: hockey players - or professional athletes in general - were peculiar about their routines. You heard of the most unhinged pre-game routines over the years, you were aware of how much goes into the mental preparation for games. You couldn't possibly sabotage Sukuna's career with the Wizards just because you want to be selfish about the time you spend with your brother. However, this is a really bad idea. You know why the pink-haired idiot is doing this: he wants to spend time with you. But this is a dangerous game, one that your brother would surely not approve of. Sukuna is secretive. He's arrogant and full of himself. He challenges you and is constantly on a mission to irritate you. That's why you don't understand why the next words leave your mouth.

"Sure, everything for the team right?"

Sukuna grins widely, as he crosses his muscular, tatted arms in front of his chest and leans back in his chair. His dark eyes are glimmering with joy as he looks at you, winking sneakily.

"Okay, Bambi. But..." he sighs deeply "If your performance falters, Sukuna, this ends right away."

"Understood!" he agrees, saluting your brother jokingly.

That Sunday, Sukuna scores a hat trick and gets an assist. It seems like he is determined not to screw up this unique opportunity to spend meaningful time with you every fricking Sunday. After the game, Akane, Senna, and Sophia convince you to go out with them and the team as they're celebrating the goaltender's birthday. You agree, despite knowing that you are gonna regret this decision in the morning. You often join the team for these kinds of occasions considering you have a good relationship with every one of them. You're having a good time, chasing around coach Yaga's kid, who has an unmistakable bump on his forehead. He probably ran into a table or something earlier, but it doesn't stop him from running around like a maniac. Once you catch him and pick him up, you are determined to deliver him back to his mother, who is to your frustration, talking to Sukuna.

"How are your brothers? Aren't they missing you now that they're far away from you?" you don't want to listen to their conversation, but you can't really help it as you hear the question being asked.

"They're gonna be alright. It's Yuji's draft year so he was about to move away soon anyway. And Choso is Choso, he's gonna go wherever Yuji goes."

Sukuna spots you and grins, he cannot help but think that you look incredible, even with the child clinging to your side.

"Special delivery!" you exclaim as you give the child back to his mother. The toddler's energy has faltered significantly and his mother looks at you gratefully for tiring him out. She says goodbye to you, leaving you alone with Sukuna.

"You have brothers?" you ask curiously.

"It's not nice to listen to someone's conversation, you know, sweet pea?!"

"I - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Don't worry your pretty little head, I don't really care honestly." he teases "Yeah, I do have brothers. Two, to be exact."

"Are you close?"

"Yeah. They're brats tho."

"Figured."

"You wound me, y/n. I'll let you know, I am the best brother ever."

"I doubt that."

"Well, I would be the best boyfriend for sure, there would be not doubt about that one." he adds, winking at you, mischief evident in his features. You can't help the blush appearing on your face and Sukuna relishes the feeling of pride that takes over him. He was right, it is 100 times better now that he can see your reactions.

"You're such a flirt, Sukuna."

"Only for you, y/n. I hope you know that."

"Yeah? Prove it."

"Well, how about you let me take you out on a date once I'm back from our road trip?" you knew he was a straightforward guy, but he never expected him to be this blunt. His eyes scan your face rapidly for any kind of reaction, you get that feeling again, that he can read your thoughts just by looking at you. You misjudged him. You thought this guy was a master of hiding his feelings, but this time around, his eyes are sparkling with hope. He doesn't seem worried or scared of rejection, which is slightly irritating, but what did you expect from a guy with a big ego like his?! "I don't have all day, y/n!" he frowns, and despite his words seeming harsh, they come out as more nervous than demanding. You have him under a spell that he cannot understand just yet, he feels the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he impatiently waits for your answer. Suddenly, you smile brightly and Sukuna's worries are forgotten just like that.

"Okay. I'll let you take me out on a date."

Sukuna is beaming with happiness, but unfortunately, it doesn't last too long. On their way to Kyoto, Kento sits beside him on the bus.

"What do you want from my sister?" he asks, his demeanor completely different from the usual.

"What?"

"You heard me! First, you get yourself invited to brunch. Then, you're openly flirting with her at Panda's party. So, tell me what you want from my sister!"

Sukuna swallows hard, his Adam's apple jumping visibly. He has to play his cards right, otherwise he will have to forget about your date. He is perceptive enough to know, that you would never go out with him if your brother didn't approve of it. He knew from day one that he had to get Kento's blessing. He considered doing the cliche things that happen in movies and books, hiding it from him and letting the whole thing explode in his face, but Sukuna has a stronger sense of justice and fairness than to betray the person who took him in like that.

"I asked her out on a date. I don't think I have to tell you, but your sister is gorgeous, intelligent, and absolutely amazing. I plan to treat her with respect, I don't want to hurt her feelings. I will not tell anyone on the team about this, you know that I do not participate in locker-room talk and I don't plan on changing that. I would like to take her out to a nice restaurant and have a great conversation with her. Those are my intentions for now."

"For now?"

"Well, I don't want to get ahead of myself. I won't say that I would like that date to be followed by a second one, because there's no guarantee that's something she would enjoy. I do believe she is special, but whatever this leads to, she will be the one to set the pace. I would never rush any woman into anything, especially not someone like y/n."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Well, I knew since December that your sister is the kind of person you meet once in a lifetime, guess I had a hunch. And my hunch was right. She deserves the world. And if she gives me a chance, that's exactly what I would like to give."

"What do you mean you knew since December? You barely moved here four weeks ago and it's April. You guys met two weeks ago."

"I spotted her at one of our games. I guessed she traveled with you guys for the Family Game."

"She did. Are you implying you had eyes for her for five months just to get my approval? Or is any of this true?" Kento questions with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm fucking offended that you would think of me so lowly that I would come up with an elaborate lie like this just to get into your sister's pants. Believe me, if that was the case, I wouldn't care a single bit about your approval." Sukuna explains.

Kento sighs, deeply. He lived with Sukuna for four weeks. The guy is insanely chill, despite his odd looks. He literally goes to practice, works out, and plays video games. He never hears him talking about anyone, especially not women, with disrespect. Hell, he never mentioned any woman before. He's been brutally honest with everyone and he's been nothing but gallant. However, Nanami knows what hockey players are like. He also heard rumors about the pink-haired prodigy from his old teammates. Thus his hesitation.

"Give me a few days. By the time we get back home, I will have your answer."

Sukuna nods understandingly. This is going to be the longest road trip of his entire life.

Part 3

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writing-girlie · 3 months ago

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𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙺 ★ 𝙹𝚘𝚍 𝙽𝚊 𝙽𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Story Summary: Fate had thrown you back into Jod Na Nawood’s orbit, and despite your history with the captain, you found yourself pulled into his reckless mission. A treasure map, precious cargo, and an entire galaxy chasing after it—everything about it screamed trouble but what wouldn't you do for him. WC: 1,372 Note: I don't know if I should write more chapters so if you're interested let me know

You were on your way back home from another successful job. No matter how many times you had flown through the galaxy, you still couldn’t help but admire it. The sharp crackle of your comms interrupted your thoughts, followed by the familiar voice of one of your bosses.

"Hey, Patch." The nickname drew a faint smirk to your lips. “I’ve just had a transmission come through, and you’re the closest. Do you mind checking it out for me? They don’t know what’s wrong, so you’ll just have to figure it out once you’re there.” Your job didn’t really excite you like it did at the start; it was just another paycheck, another ship, and another faceless crew who needed you to patch up their mess.

“Sure. I can do that.”

“The ship’s called Solar Spear. I’ve sent you the location, and as always, contact me if you need something. The comms crackle back out, and the screen in front of you chimes and flashes up with coordinates. You set the course and go on your way. Once you arrive, you see that there is no active power signature, and one side of the hull is caved in slightly, scorched and crumpled as if it had been scraped by something much larger. Your brow furrows as you assess the damage the best you can. Ships like this usually limped to a station after taking hits like those, but here it was, silent and adrift.

“Solar Spear, This is RPR-18. I received your transmission for help—you’re expecting me.” You tap into their comms, hoping that they're working. It takes a few moments, but eventually a response comes through.

“Yes, we have a small docking bay at the back right. Thank you.” You pull the ship up and land in the small space. The docking bay was small—only just fitting your ship. The clamps lock it into place, and the door behind shuts, so you power your engines off and get out, leaving your tools for once you knew what you were dealing with. When your feet hit the ground, the entry doors hiss open, and a young man is standing there.

"Thanks for coming," he said with a polite nod, hands clasped in front of him. "The captain’s expecting you. I’ll take you to him."

You follow him, walking through the ship and towards the bridge. The ship then starts rumbling slightly, and you hear someone call out that the backup supply has been engaged. The bridge door then hisses open, and you step inside. The room glowed softly as systems came back online, control panels lighting up one by one. The faint murmur of the crew and the hum of technology returned. But none of that caught your attention. Not really. Because standing right there was him.

Jod Na Nawood

The years hadn’t really changed him. His coat hung loose over his shoulders, a blaster was strapped at his hip, and that same cocky half-smile curled at the corner of his mouth. His hair was now streaked lightly with silver at the temples. And then there were his eyes, locked on you the moment you stepped into view, like they always used to be.

“Sunshine” His voice was soft, as if he were testing the weight of the word, but hearing that name on his lips again was like a punch to the gut. It was from another version of yourself—one who had trusted him, laughed with him, loved him. You force down the lump in your throat and steady your breath.

“Captain Nawood” Your eyes glance around the bridge, noting how the crew kept their heads down, busying themselves with their tasks, pretending not to listen.

“Captain?” He repeated “You never used to call me that unless we were off duty.” His smirk deepened, voice laced with teasing nostalgia. He stepped closer, his body just within your personal space, the heat of him unmistakable. “I always did like how you used to say it.”

Heat pricked up your neck and onto your cheek, but despite your best efforts to not show how it made you feel, Jod caught it. His smirk stretched wider, eyes flickering over your face, down to your mouth, then back up.

“What am I doing here? You’ve got the backup supply; that should be more than enough to get you to a planet for repairs. So is there anything else, or can I go?”

“There’s no time for that; we have important cargo that needs to be delivered quickly. Can you just have a look at the main system and see if you can work some of your magic?” Yesterday you could’ve sworn that if you saw this man again you would’ve killed him, but now, with him in front of you, that wasn’t even a thought.

“You’re telling me that you’re working for someone?” you said, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “Since when do you answer to anyone?”

“Since someone paid me well enough to make it worth my while.” He could tell from the look on your face that you didn’t believe him. “You make it sound like I’ve never followed the rules before.”

“That’s because you haven’t.” You say plainly. He laughed softly, the sound warm and familiar. For a moment anger bubbled inside of you again; you hated him—not just for the past, but for the way he could still make you feel. The bridge door hissed open, and a woman entered. She had the kind of confidence that came from being both good at her job and knowing it. Her eyes immediately found Jod, the faintest of smiles curving her lips.

“Captain,” she said smoothly, ignoring you entirely. “The cargo is accounted for and secured. Credits, jewels, a few relics—enough to turn heads.”

“So definitely not your ship; otherwise you’d know what you’re carrying,” you said, eyeing Jod sceptically.

“I never said it was. And thank you, Verya,” Jod replied with a smirk. Just as you opened your mouth to retort, she cut you off.

“It doesn’t matter who the ship belonged to. What matters is that it’s ours now, and we need to stay ahead of anyone who thinks otherwise.” Her gaze flicked to you briefly, as if measuring whether you were worth her time. Apparently deciding you weren’t, she turned back to Jod. “Anyway, we found it.”

Verya handed him a rolled parchment, her movements deliberate. Jod unrolled it carefully, the fragile paper crackling in the quiet. It was a map—an old one, by the look of it.

“What is it?” you asked, leaning in despite yourself.

“It’s a map,” Jod said flatly.

“I can see that,” you shot back, your tone sharp. “What’s it for?”

“It leads to a planet,” Verya answered before Jod had the chance, her voice steady but laced with excitement. “The stories say it’s filled with treasure. Enough to make someone the richest person in the galaxy.”

“Great. So you’re chasing a legend?”

“I’m chasing an opportunity,” Jod countered, his smirk returning, though this time there was an edge to it.

“An opportunity to do what? Get yourselves killed?” you asked, your tone heavy with scepticism.

“Some risks are worth taking,” Verya interjected, her gaze flicking back to Jod. “Especially when the reward is this big.”

“And what’s the plan?” you pressed, forcing your voice to stay even. “Hope no one else figures out what you’re carrying.”

“Oh, they already know.” Jod’s tone was maddeningly casual. “That’s why you’re here—to make sure we don’t fall apart before we get there.”

“Great. So you’ve got a massive amount of treasure in the hold, a map everyone in the galaxy would kill for, and no real plan. Sounds solid.” You clenched your jaw and pinched the bridge of your nose, resisting the urge to throttle him.

“Don’t worry. The captain knows what he’s doing,” Verya said, placing her hand on Jod’s bicep with an ease that grated on you.

“That’s debatable,” you muttered, shooting her a glare before glancing pointedly at her hand, then back to her eyes.

“I always figure it out, Sunshine. You should know that by now,” Jod said, his chuckle low and infuriatingly self-assured. His gaze lingered on you, filled with amusement.

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The Hundred Line character design team interview from Famitsu issue 1895

Hello, Mr. Komatsuzaki and Shimadrill. Tell us how you felt when you read the first project presentation for The Hundred Line.

Rui Komatsuzaki: The initial project proposal already had a pretty solid general idea of the plot, so I only needed to expand on that. The Hundred Line's key concept was 100 endings, so I could already predict that my usual amount of illustrations wouldn't cut it. The actual number went way above my already high expectations. I wasn't used to working this much (pained laughter).

Shimadrill: I joined Too Kyo Games because I was a fan of Kodaka's and Komatsuzaki's work, so I felt like I had to keep up no matter how tough it got. Kodaka and Komatsuzaki are particularly fast workers. I didn't even have time to complain without how much I needed to do.

What exactly was requested for the designs of the Special Defense Unit members?

Kazutaka Kodaka: I gave Komatsuzaki the story's script and a document listing characteristics and nicknames of each character (delinquent for Yakushiji, punk rock for Amemiya, and so on) and asked him to come up with the designs.

Komatsuzaki: The design workflow was the same it was in the previous games. Instead of nailing their characterization one-by-one, I started with a draft of the whole cast based only on the amount and general characteristics of them. I used that to fine-tune the collective balance of the cast, and only after that part was settled that I gave the characters individual attention.

Was the process smooth?

Komatsuzaki: Speaking of things being the same as usual, the first version of the mascot characters was never altered. SIREI got approved at the first try.

Kodaka: Back then, I still hadn't given SIREI's character much thought, so Komatsuzaki could go with whatever design he wanted. SIREI's quirks derived from the design rather than the other way around.

Was NIGOU just as easy?

Komatsuzaki: Yeah. I was told NIGOU could be just a palette swap of SIREI, but I wanted them to be a little different, resulting in the current design.

Any other important points?

Komatsuzaki: I really wanted SIREI and NIGOU to be transparent. After that, I exposed their brains and hearts.

Kodaka: I didn't know how to react when he drew a brain after I had already told him SIREI was a robot. I wasn't sure if it was okay for robots to have brains. But later I came to the conclusion that the best computer imaginable would be one capable of utilizing a live human brain. My final decision was that SIREI and NIGOU are equipped with advanced computers that only resemble human brains, but that's a lore tidbit that never gets said in-game.

Cool.

Komatsuzaki: Also, having read the story, I could imagine this game mascot would take some serious damage, so I thought it was better not to make them animal-themed like Monokuma was. I don't want to see an animal-like mascot being seriously harmed. So I tried to give him a design more tolerable to brutalize.

Changing the subject to the Special Defense Unit, who would you consider the most memorable student?

Komatsuzaki: Unlike my previous games, The Hundred Line has combat outfits, which are mostly uniform for every character. To make the characters easier to identify during combat, there was a greater need to give them diverse, distinct, and memorable body types and heads. This means their conceptualization had great emphasis on their heads and physiques. I'd say Amemiya is the most memorable character. She set the bar for how striking they should be. I tend to use muted colors a lot, but Amemiya's design was an attempt to use colors I normally don't. The cast was balanced with her at the center of the scale.

Speaking of characters, I noticed they have a lot of sprites, as usual. How many did you make per character?

Komatsuzaki: The plan was making about 20 per character, totaling around 300 sprites, but I was wrong in predicting the real number would be 3 digits. There are so many that I stopped counting along the way.

How many did you have counted by the time you gave up?

Komatsuzaki: The total of sprites about 1 year before the game was gold was 1368. I kept making more after that, but I can't give a general figure because I was too afraid to count them.

Drill: No estimates for the final number?

Kodaka: We over 100 per character, with the biggest ones reaching 200, so… I guess over 2000 in total?

How did you get this many?

Komatsuzaki: Sprite production involves the following steps: 1. I draw drafts for the sprites based the expressions and scenes that pop up in my head while I'm reading the story. 2. I refine the drafts. 3. I put together the sprite list while examining which variations are essential and which are redundant. However, this time the story was too long and I could never be done reading all of it, and until I finish reading, the sprite list only keeps increasing. I had a lot more expressions than usual before the first selection.

Kodaka: We tried to lower the amount. But there's a good reason why the number spiralled out of control: in The Hundred Line, each writer did the screen composition for their own stories. One goes "Keep this one, I'll use it", another goes "Keep this one, I'll use it", and little by little we end up with less thing to cut off, and even more things to add (awkward laughs).

Komatsuzaki: I obviously didn't predict this bloat. Face portraits are far from the only thing I got the amount of digits wrong in THL. I never want to be in a game this overblown again…

Kodaka: But thanks to Komatsuzaki drawing full-body sprites, we could do things we couldn't in previous titles. In Danganronpa, the characters had fixed on-field portraits and only changed expressions when zoomed in for conversation. In The Hundred Line, their sprites can be placed with expressions that fit the situation right from the get-go, making this game feel more living and breathing than its predecessors.

How did the designs for the students' weapons and battle suits came to be?

Komatsuzaki: The initial plan was to get the weapons designed by someone other than myself. I had to make The Hundred Line's concept art in a period where I was extremely busy with another game and didn't have much time to work on it. But, for reasons I cannot disclose, requesting the other person stopped being a viable possibility. In the end, I had to do everything myself. I chose the weapons for every student, but since that's very relevant for combat, I first asked Media Vision to give me a general idea of size and shape, then added the defining details based on that.

Kodaka: Amemiya's weapons are kitchen knifes that float midair for no reason. That's something better conveyed by showing a mock-up than by describing verbally.

Some of the weapons are very peculiar. Do they have a shared theme? If yes, what?

Komatsuzaki: The design idea was that they had to seem made of bone and blood, so many of the smaller details look fleshy.

Any favorite weapon?

Komatsuzaki: The most costly ones to produce are the ones that occupy my mind the most. Specifically, Yakushiji's bike, Kawana's AC, and Ginzaki's robot. The robot in particular was hell for Media Vision. I'm truly sorry about that. Most weapons match their mock-ups in size, but the robot was the only one I had to make bigger than they wanted.

Why?

Komatsuzaki: A robot needs to be big enough to comfortably fit Ginzaki inside the cockpit (awkward laughs). Also, thanks to me inventing the whole gimmick of the robot transforming into a shield, Media Vision had loads of extra work for the transformation sequence. I'm very grateful to them for producing a functional transformation sequence despite how the concept art I gave them illustrating what part moves where was so full of errors.

Kodaka: We sorta went crazy with the amount of animations on the robot, but thanks to Media Vision, it looks awesome.

Next, I'd like to ask about the battle suits. What was the design process like?

Komatsuzaki: Like with the weapons, I remember producing them on my spare time from other work. First I produce Sumino's to be the base for the other suits, and I wanted them their outfits to look unkempt by default. I actually wanted them to run around in mantles, but since those are time-consuming to model in 3D, that idea was cut from the game. The suits are made from blood, so having mantles or not doesn't really matter… That said, the battle models were made by Media Vision's modeller and I had to be insistent to get him to make them the way I drew. I feel so sorry for the sheer amount of constraints he had to work through.

Kirifuji's suit really stands out.

Komatsuzaki: That was a high-effort design. Kirifuji's suit had to be different from everyone else's, for lore reasons.

Kodaka: I was okay with hers being just a palette swap of the others, but Komatsuzaki went with a design that much better reflects her lore.

Komatsuzaki: It's a great design that I came to regret once I had to make multiple sprites for it. It's not the easiest design to draw (pained laughs).

What exactly was requested for the monster designs with the Invaders and their Commanders?

Kodaka: I told Drill to make the Invaders colorful and toy-like. The popness of the enemy designs contrasts against the overall seriousness of the story, making them more unsettling, in my opinion. It was also decided from the start that the enemies could take more vicious forms, so I believe starting colorful would add to the creepiness of the transformations.

Drill: This request from Kodaka was the basis of the Invader production, and I also took a page from Komatsuzaki's book, only finishing them individually after I had already figured out the balance of the whole group. I remember that, when lining up the full roster of Invaders, I focused on making their silhouettes resemble capsule toys.

Komatsuzaki: I remember you going out to check real figures.

Drill: I took a trip to Nakano Broadway to study soft vinyl kaiju figures.

They're so colorful that every battle had me wanting to eat them.

Kodaka: Did I ever say I wanted the Darumarrs to look like a mixed blob of jelly beans?

Drill: You did. Then I suggested that displaying them as flocks of 3 in one tile would highlight the mixed blob factor and give off the feeling of fighting against large numbers. The idea of placing multiple enemies in the same tile was inspired by Warhammer 4K, which I used to play a lot.

I can see that. Any other production secrets regarding the monsters?

Komatsuzaki: Their coloring was redone soooo many times.

Drill: Their original models were really well-made, but not as saturated as I wanted their colors to be. Changing the lighting wouldn't fix the saturation, so their coloring had to be adjusted by redrawing them. That's what gave them the vibrant candy colors you find so tasty.

Did Kodaka have specific requests for the Commanders design?

Kodaka: The fodder Invaders were colorful, so I asked for the Commanders to look monochrome and divine.

Drill: Those two were the only requests for the collective, but there were specific things he wanted for each individual Commander. For example, the prompt for the Squad 1 Commander was "I want him to look too strong to reasonably be the first boss".

Kodaka: I also told you to make him huge. The debate of "is making TRPG enemies big is a good thing?" is a can of worms I told Shimadrill to ignore and just make the first one you fight look big and strong (laughs).

He sure looked big and strong (laughs).

Drill: That's why I decided on the dragon theming for the Squad 1 Commander. I've seen some demo players reaction to sudden strong-looking boss appearing, so I'd say the design did exactly what Kodaka wanted it to.

The Commander also had a humanoid design. Who did this one?

Kodaka: Komatsuzaki.

Komatsuzaki: We initially wanted Shimadrill, the monster design expert, to do them, but he didn't have the time for it when he was simultaneously working on another game, so I did all of it on my own. The humanoid Commanders also had a major share of restrictions coming from lore and production cost reasons, but with enough attempts, I feel like I managed to make them reasonably distinct from one another, within the limitations. It's easy to tell from how they all have different masks.

Kodaka: When checking the pictures for approval, I thought the way the mask design resembled Skull Knight was so cool. We were almost behind the schedule at the time we assigned the humanoid designs to Komatsuzaki, and there are many of them, so I was expecting simpler designs. Him making their design with this much care and detail in so little time was a pleasant surprise.

Is it true that Shimadrill designed the school backgrounds?

Drill: Correct. I was in charge of the school's exterior and hallways, and drew them in great detail.

Kodaka: Komatsuzaki and I have something of a "When in need, ask Drill" mentality. He is often helping out with the most random situations. For example, we thought the design for the alarm speaker that rings when Invaders attack was lame. Worried that this wouldn't convey tension to the player, we called Drill to make a more striking speaker design.

Drill: If we're counting that, I also redesign the weird wooden boxes (awkward laughs). That request came quite close to the deadline, and it was something I wouldn't think needed adjustments, but Kodaka is a director particular about the details.

Komatsuzaki: There were so many things we got Drill to redesign because they looked too normal.

What was the hardest part of the background designs?

Kodaka: The first thing to come to mind is the school's exterior. It's always visible during combat, so I asked Drill to draw something memorable. He came up with multiple variations, including more hawkish school illustrations. The Last Defense Academy lore back then wasn't the same it is now, and one of the ideas of having a cannon like the one from Battleship Yamato frequently shooting at the field.

Drill: We actually took reference sheets from Battleship Yamato.

I'd expected you take reference sheets from real schools. Were you avoiding that on purpose?

Drill: We were. For some reason, I had to study exclusively warships, tanks, and spaceships to draw a school (laughs). The Last Defense Academy is important enough to the game to be part of the title, and as someone with the mission to support Kodaka and Uchikoshi at Too Kyo Games, I couldn't afford to put out something uncreative. My job is to figure out what would be fun, and create the showy designs Kodaka and Uchikoshi love so much. I always try my best to be ahead of the game when it comes to their expectations.

I was impressed by how each floor look so different from another. Is that essential to the Shimadrill style?

Drill: No, it's essential to the Kodaka style. He requested every floor to be different, so the hallways wouldn't feel samey to the player.

Kodaka: I got him to come up with multiple hallway variations and chose which of them to use and what color they'd have. There are a lot of objects placed on the hallways, and all of them reflect elements of the Tokyo Residential Complex's culture and history that won't get fully elaborated in-game. Drill came up with lore reasons for the presence of each object in the academy, so you can theorize on how their inclusion makes sense.

There's some really… unique furniture in the background. Special mention to the cooking machine being a Thousand-Armed Kannon statue.

Drill: The robot Kannon was my idea. Kodaka asked me to come up with an automatic cooking machine, so I sought inspiration in pre-90s sci-fi art and Expo videos.

Kodaka: AI could never come up with a Thousand-Armed Kannon cooking machine (laughs).

Never (laughs). Next, tell us about the event CGs.

Kodaka: There are over 600 CG illustrations in The Hundred Line. Most of them are drawn by third-party workers, but Drill and Komatsuzaki finalize the art. They have a base standard of quality, but we do go harder on the more plot-significant ones.

Komatsuzaki: That's right, about 2 months before the game was gold, we were still working on improving the important ones.

Drill: I remember that.

Kodaka: Wasn't there a few that Drill made from scratch because there were too many for the third-party workers to keep up with the production pace?

Drill: I was called "just for a little finishing touches" and when I looked at it, I had to do even the lineart… Normal projects demand a lot less work than that when the game is just two months away from going gold (pained laughs).

I see you were in hell for as long as it could keep you there…

Kodaka: Checking if no CG illustration was contradicting the story was so much work. The most common mistakes were having the students dressed normal in scenes they were supposed to have their battle suits, and randomly including students that would be absent at that point in time… This kind of verification is usually easy because it's done by the writer who knows everything about the story, but with the size of THL's story, the workload here had to be split between multiple people, plus my part was too big for me to remember all of it. In the end, I had to reread the entire story to see if any of the art had a mistake in it. That took forever.

Komatsuzaki: The Hundred Line is far from our only game conceived to be excessive in scope, but it is a league above the rest. We couldn't have completed it without help from a lot of people beyond just us of Too Kyo Games.

Kodaka: I'm the last person who should be saying this (awkward laughs), but this wasn't a project any normal person would consider realistic, and yet we completed it. I'm proud to say every detail is the way I wanted it to be, and that going into debt for it was the right call. In a choice between a life where I make The Hundred Line and a life where I don't, I'd pick the former without thinking twice. But if you asked me if I wanted to make a second The Hundred Line…

Komatsuzaki: No (pained laughs).

Kodaka: That's where I'm at right now, too. Do not say the word "sequel" in my presence (pained laughs).

(laughs) You heard Kodaka's feelings on it. If you're interested in knowing what kind of game could do this to him, please check out the demo.

Komatsuzaki: The demo currently available only shows the tip of the iceberg. The full game contains experiences you can't even imagine. Please play it for yourself, at least until you reach an ending.

Drill: I know I'm asking for too much, but if possible, I'd like you to play all endings instead of stopping at just one. I want as many people as possible taking a proper look at the CG illustrations I drew, if nothing else.

Kodaka: I feel that. In the writer team interview, I answered "You're free to stop playing whenever you're satisfied", but my honest opinion about it is "Play everything".

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Links:

Writing team interview

Music team interview

Special guest interview

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