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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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Hello there you beautfiul blog user and writer! If you are open to accept prompts or to get ideas to future fics may I suggest a fic of lil Christopher Lightwood and when their parents found out he needed some glasses? I love how well you write him

Hello beautiful Anon!! Thank you so much for the request! It's called August for literally no reason whatsoever, btw. Anyway here’s little Kit getting his first pair of distance glasses (as a user of said glasses, I’m drawing from personal experiences).

August

Characters: Christopher Lightwood, Gabriel Lightwood & Cecily Lightwood/Herondale

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“Good, Kit,” Gabriel said from where he was kneeling beside the small boy.

His son smiled up at him with wide, blue eyes—that looked lilac purple in the sunlight—and put down his bow. “Did I get it in the centre?”

“Almo—” Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean? Can’t you see the target?”

Kit squinted his eyes. “A tiny bit. But I can’t see the arrow.”

Gabriel’s confusion grew. “Son,” he said, standing and walking a couple of metres away from where he was standing. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three.”

Gabriel was indeed holding up three fingers. “Hm.” He said. “I guess you couldn’t possibly need new glasses.”

Christopher shrugged.

“Perhaps your current glasses are interfering. Here, take them off.”

Kit obliged. He looked at the arrow and fumbled with the string, trying to see where the arrow’s tail was.

“Papa, I’m getting dizzy.” He said.

“Oh, then never mind, put them back on.” Gabriel said, quickly, not wanting Christopher to get a headache.

Once Kit adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, both of them stood there, thinking about what they should do.

“Can we just continue training?” Kit asked.

“Yes,” Gabriel said, a relieved smile on his face.

…

“Are you teaching our five-year-old son how to shoot a bow and arrow?” Cecily asked from the doorway, a while later.

Gabriel glanced at her momentarily and nodded.

Cecily leaned her hip against the doorframe and crossed her arms. “Is he good?”

“His form is exceptional, but he can’t seem to shoot it to the center.”

“Well,” Cecily said, walking inside and kneeling down beside her son. He did, in fact, have perfect form, something he somehow must have inherited from his father. “He doesn’t have to excel at it.”

“Of course not.” Gabriel said. “I’m just confused.”

Kit shot the arrow and skipped over to the target. “It’s closer!” He said turning to his parents excitedly.

“Wonderfully done, Kit bach,” Cecily said, smiling widely.

Gabriel sighed at how naturally Cecily could speak to their children and encourage them. Whenever he tried it, he felt awkward. Will sometimes teased him at times over how he couldn’t train children. Cecily told him to just treat them as though he were training adolescents or adults, that his children won’t think anything of him being less enthusiastic.

“Why is he walking up to the target?” Cecily asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“He says he can’t see it well.”

Cecily craned her head to look at him. “He probably needs glasses.”

“He already has glasses.” Gabriel pointed out.

“Other types of glasses, you nitwit. Ones for long distances. Didn’t that cross your mind?”

“It did! I even checked to see if he needed them.”

“How?”

“I held up some fingers and he could see them just fine.” Gabriel said, defensively.

Cecily gave him the you’re-a-fool face. “Of course he can bloody see your fingers! That’s not a proper test as to whether he can see or not!” she said, exasperated.

“Then how do we test it?” Gabriel asked.

Cecily set Kit’s bow and took hold of his hand, pulling him along. “We leave it to the experts.”

…

He has Myopia as well as Hyperopia. I’d even say he is more nearsighted than farsighted.

“What does that mean?” Gabriel whispered to Cecily.

“I don’t know,” Cecily mouthed.

Brother Jeremiah looked into Christopher’s eyes, and Gabriel had the urge to go to his son and spare him the sight. Christopher shifted from where he was sitting, trying to look at his parents. Jeremiah put a hand on his chin to keep his gaze on him, so that he could see his eyes better. Cecily took Gabriel’s hand as if to say, calm down; he’ll be alright.

Gabriel squeezed it back and watched as Jeremiah closed the lids of Kit’s eyes and hovered his fingers over them.

He must have told Kit to open his eyes, because suddenly they flew open.

Gabriel didn’t understand the procedure The Brothers used for checking eyesight. All he knew was that after a while, Brother Jeremiah took Kit’s glasses and turned to Gabriel and Cecily, waiting for one of them to follow him.

Cecily used Gabriel’s knee to get up and went with Brother Jeremiah to get the glasses fixed while Gabriel stayed with Christopher.

Gabriel walked over to his son and sat down next to him.

“Well, son, I’ll admit that I have no idea what’s wrong with your glasses.” He said with a half smile.

“I can’t see far away.” Kit said. “Myopia means my eyes are curved differently, so they can’t focus the light normally. So, I can’t see from far away as well as up close.”

Gabriel turned to him, surprised. “How did you know that?”

“Uncle Henry explained it to me.” He said, shrugging. “I wanted to know why I needed glasses in the first place.”

Gabriel ruffled his hair. “You always know the right questions to ask, don’t you, ducks?”

He didn’t know how he ended up with a son like Christopher, who had such a sharp mind at so young. The reason as to why some people needed glasses had never crossed his mind, but Kit’s mind seemed to always be working, questioning why things and people were the way they were. Some people thought that Christopher was absent-minded, but Gabriel knew that it was because his brain was constantly working, not engaging in the current conversation, because it paled in comparison to what he was thinking about, or because there were too many things going on at once.

He looked at his son, who was looking up at him with wide eyes and his head tilted to the side. He looked like his beautiful mother in that small gesture.

“Can you even see me?” Gabriel asked, with a smile.

“Not really. You’re a little blurry.”

“Blurry.”

“A Papa-looking blur.”

Gabriel laughed out loud as Cecily came inside.

“We’re in luck,” She announced. “The Brother’s have temporary glasses with Christopher’s exact prescription that he can use while his are being fixed.” She came over with said glasses and carefully put them on Kit.

They immediately slipped down his nose.

“I think they’re a bit too big.” Gabriel said.

“Well, it’s that or he doesn’t see.” Cecily said, laughing.

…

“Do you like Kit’s temporary glasses, Cecy?” Gabriel asked, knowing perfectly well that she adored them.

“He is the most adorable little thing that’s walked the planet.” Cecily said, glancing at Christopher, who was lagging a bit behind them, staring at the witchlight stones as they passed by them, walking out of the Basilias.

“Enjoy it while you can,” Gabriel said, opening the doors for the others to go out, “next week he gets his actual glasses back.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cecily said mournfully.

Gabriel held out his hand for Christopher to take, and was surprised when he didn’t take it.

Gabriel looked down and realized that he wasn’t even there. “Kit?” he asked.

Cecily and Gabriel both stopped and turned around. Christopher stood frozen a couple of steps behind them, his jaw hanging open as he stared up at the trees.

“What’s the matter, Kit?” Cecily asked.

“I can see each individual leaf.” He mumbled. “If I wanted to, I could count them all!” He looked up at his mother with a huge grin on his face.

Cecily had always had a soft spot for her son, but with the oversized frames on his small head, the bridge slipping down his nose occasionally, Cecily felt her heart melting.

“You could,” she said, holding out a hand for him to take. “But then you’d miss all of the other beautiful things you can now see.”

Christopher took her hand, casting a long look at the tree before following her.

There was a slight skip to his step as he looked around, taking in the world, his gaze always returning to the trees, which seemed to be the most fascinating revelation.

“Are you going to go back home and practice archery with your father?” Cecily asked.

Kit nodded happily.

Cecily didn’t think Gabriel really understood that Kit only really liked archery because it was time he could spend with his father. He was always nervous in anything that had to do with fatherhood, terrified that he’d end up like Benedict.

Cecily had told him time and time again that his children will love him unconditionally, unless he gave them reason not to, but she also knew that it was hard for Gabriel. His relationship with his father was a mixture of love and abuse, the line between the two becoming so unnoticeable, that Gabriel had a hard time telling the difference.

Cecily had faith in him, however. Especially as she looked at Gabriel and Kit in front of her, the latter sitting on the former’s shoulders, taking his glasses on and off, comparing the way he could see without glasses and the way he could see with them on.

Christopher turned around. “Mama, I can see the entire world!” He held his arms out wide, a wide grin on his face, as though he were presenting its beauty.

Cecily laughed and put a hand on his back, “Yes, bach, the world is a beautiful place, isn’t it?” She looked at Gabriel. He took her hand, kissing the back of it and let their interlaced hands swing between them as they walked back home.

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fullmetalscullyy · 5 years

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I like to start things off with compliments so here you go: your writing is fantastic! If you're still taking prompts could you do a royai oneshot where after the promised day, Riza and Roy are married but Riza refuses to have kids with him because she thinks they'd both be terrible parents because of all they did in ishval but then she sees how great Roy is with Elicia or Elysia (however you spell it is fine) and decides she does want to try having kids with him after all?

jskhfnjakdsf you praise me too much oh my gosh uwu thank you so much

this was a faaab prompt so thanks for that! i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it uwu

“Thank you for agreeing to look after Elicia today,” Graciasmiled, handing the overnight bag, containing all they needed to look after thenine-year-old, to Must – Roy. Even after all this time, old habits die hard.

“Not a problem, Gracia,” Roy replied with a kind smile. “We’realways happy to spend time with our niece.” The edges of his eyes crinkled as hegrinned at the child, who was running over to them, a massive smile one her ownface. It rivalled the happiness in Roy’s.

“Uncle Roy!” she screeched, launching herself into Roy’sarms. Riza readied herself to catch him, should he fall, but he steadiedhimself easily.

Elicia loved Roy, and vice versa. When together, apparently theywere inseparable, according to Gracia. This was the first time, however, that Rizawould be spending time with both of them. Riza had never seen Roy properly interactwith Elicia before, never mind look after her for a whole day. He may be theyoungest General in the Amestrian military, but he was still hopeless. It was awonder he got himself through the day by himself, never mind while lookingafter a child.

At least Roy had her to help him now. In the pocket of herjacket, Riza’s thumb moved to brush against her left ring finger, the gold bandcool to the touch.

“Ready to go?” Roy asked his “niece”, who noddedenthusiastically in his arms. Roy chuckled. “Let’s go, princess.”

Elicia latched onto his hand immediately after biddingfarewell to her mother, then did something that surprised Riza. She held outher hand, looking at Riza expectantly, so she was holding both their hands asthey walked. Riza blinked, ignoring the knowing and growing smirk on Roy’sface, then apprehensively took the child’s hand. It was warm as it gripped herstightly, Elicia’s grip iron clad as she alternated swinging Riza and Roy’s armsas they walked, a bright smile on her face.

They opted to drive to the park, the walk being a little toolong for Elicia to handle at her age. It was fine in length for the adults, butthey wanted Elicia to play there, not sit on a bench in the sunshine, exhaustedfrom her walk.

“Arms up,” Roy commanded and Elicia obeyed without question,obviously used to her Uncle Roy fastening her seatbelt. “All good?” he askedonce clipping the belt in place.

“All good,” Elicia replied happily.

“Excellent. Onwards!”

“Yay!”

Riza didn’t try to hide her amusement as she watched Royinteract with Elicia.

They had discussed having their own kids, but Riza haddecided against it. They had done too much in their lives so didn’t feel likethey deserved to be happy. Their marriage was a happy coincidence. For tax reasonsit was an ideal situation, and the public would need a Fuhrer who was married andhad a stable relationship. It was a marriage of convenience at heart, howeverthey did love each other, and had done for years, so not a complete loss on boththeir parts.

Roy was happy and agreed with her decision, stating he wassimply happy to be able to express his love for her openly, but Riza knew he longed for a child of his own.Even after spending five minutes in the company of him and Elicia, Riza knewthis was something he wanted to experience with a child of his own. There wasno doubt about it.

“Uncle Roy!” Elicia cried in delight as she ran around thegrass. “No!”

Roy laughed as Riza watched them from the bench she was saton, marvelling at how happy Roy looked as he chased Elicia with a “spider” hiddenwithin his clasped hands.

“It’s going to get you!” he teased, reaching his hands outcloser towards his niece. She shrieked and altered her course, opting to sprinttowards Riza instead. Upon realising what was happening, Riza’s eyes widenedslightly in surprise as the child came careening towards her.

“Auntie Riza!” Elicia cried, laughing as she and Roy rantowards her, the latter with the goofiest grin on his face.

Riza wasn’t entirely comfortable with that title, she barelyknew Elicia – they hadn’t spent much time together at all over the years – but acceptedthe warm welcome into her life nonetheless. As Elicia said, “you’re Uncle Roy’swife now, so that makes you my Auntie Riza!”.

She also didn’t expect to see Roy so happy. He was so differentwith Elicia than he was on a day-to-day basis. Oh, he was happy now that they weremarried and the homunculi and Bradley were finished, but it was only with the Hughes’daughter that he looked so carefree.

It reminded her of the teenager she once knew before war andthis country had corrupted him.

Elicia leapt into Riza’s surprised arms. “You won’t hurt her!”Elicia smiled triumphantly.

“Oh yeah?” Roy asked, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Yeah!” Elicia replied, although there was doubt in hervoice. “You love Auntie Riza, so you won’t scare her by putting a spider in herhair!”

Elicia’s child logic was so innocent that Riza stopped,readjusting the grip on the child as she wriggled out of her arms to stand onthe bench beside her.

Roy sighed dramatically. “I suppose you’re right. You winthis round, Elicia,” he added, his tone disappointed. Elicia giggled and hoppeddown, racing away once more in case her uncle decided to pull that stunt again.

“You okay?” Roy asked, pausing and turning around to facehis wife with that smile she loved. It was the one where he looked at her withsuch love and wonder, leaving Riza to question every time what she did in thislife to end up with someone like him to love her. She certainly didn’t deserveit after the life she had lived.

“Yeah.” Riza coughed to clear her throat. “Yes. I’m fine.”

Roy paused, turning to completely face her. He grasped herleft hand gently, his thumb and forefinger running across her wedding ring, andsmiled. “Good.” He bent down, kissing her lips softly.

“Uncle Roy!” Elicia wailed, ready for his attention to be turnedback to her. He chuckled against her lips, a smile spreading across his face.Riza got an up close and personal look at it as he pulled away a fraction, justenough so he could look in her eyes.

“I think Elicia is demanding your attention,” Riza murmured.

“I think so too,” he agreed, laughing as the child shouted forhim again. “Duty calls!” With a quick peck on her cheek, Roy turned and joggedover to her.

After dinner Elicia was out like a light. Their day had obviouslybeen an exciting and tiring one, evident in the way her head kept droppingcloser and closer to the top of the table, almost landing in her plate of food.

“She’s completely out,” Roy whispered as he sat next to Rizaon their couch. His thigh was pressed against hers and she revelled in thewarmth he provided, leaning subconsciously into him. The book she was readingwas more of a prop at this point, her mind too distracted to focus on any ofthe words the pages offered up to her. Today had given her a lot to think aboutand as Roy put Elicia down for the night, Riza had focussed on those thoughtsinstead of losing herself in the novel. Riza placed it down on the arm of thecouch, giving up reading all together.

“I understand why,” she replied, stifling a yawn. “I’mexhausted.” Roy wrapped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing her upper arm ashe chuckled. “I don’t know how you did it all day.”

“For that kid I would do anything,” he replied. “Even if itmeant propping my eye lids open with tooth picks to stay awake and entertainher.”

Riza smiled to herself, a warm feeling pooling in her gut.It made her ruminations of the evening solidify in her mind, however she neededto discuss it with him first.

“Dramatic, but a fair assessment. That much was clear aftertoday.” Silence reigned after Roy laughed at her comment. “How do you do it?”Riza asked quietly.

“It’s easy,” he replied. “Once you get more experience at it–”

Riza shook her head. He had misunderstood. “No, how do youdo it, be so happy with her all the time?”

Roy finally understood and he sighed. The air in the roomappeared to have turned colder, thanks to Riza. Gone was the warmth from the pleasantday they had just spent together. In its place was the reminder of their pastwhich always loomed over them.

“It’s simple. Elicia doesn’t need to be touched by the darknesswe hold within us.” The hand on her arm rose to her shoulder, giving it a quicksqueeze. “We promised we would rise to the top to protect the next generation,so that they would never have to go through what we did. That’s why I can be sohappy with her, because I know I fought tooth and nail – and almost lost everythingin the process – and succeeded. Elicia may not have her father, but she’sgrowing up in a world where she can be truly happy and doesn’t need to worryabout a growing conflict in the east, or a southern border war. All that isbehind us now.”

Riza was silent as she processed his words. He was right andthat was the reason why they hadsacrificed themselves, to protect the likes of Ed, Al, and Elicia.

“What have you been thinking about?”

He knew her too well.

“I was thinking about us… and our family.”

“Riza, we talked about this,” he reminded her gently.

Se nodded. “We did., but after seeing you today, I know how much you wished that was ourchild.”

“It’s not –”

“Please, let me finish?” she asked, desperate, turning her gazetowards him.

“Of course.”

Riza stared at the hands clasped in her lap. One of Roy’s handsfound its way in, covering both of hers. “Before, when we discussed it, I thoughtwe didn’t deserve to have kids, and, in a way, I still don’t think we do. Butthen I look at Hughes.” She felt Roy stiffen beside her. “He did the same asus, murdered the same as us, yet he got to go home from the war and have a family.He found happiness.” Her hands tightened their grip on each other. “Is itselfish for me to say I wish we had too?”

Roy also tightened the grip on her hands. “Never. We justchose a different path. We made it to the top instead. There… There were timeswhen I wished it was different. It comes in moments – every day, in fact – but wedid what we did, we chose our path in Ishval, and now we pay the price.

“You and I are different people than Hughes. We chose dutyover family because of who we are as people. Can I be honest?” he asked,bringing his hand up to her chin and turning it to face him.

“Always.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else by my side throughoutthis journey.”

Riza’s hand brushed along his jaw, angling it so she coulddraw him close to kiss his lips.

“It’s selfish of me to say, I know that, because I wouldn’t havewished any of this on you. However,if we started stretching like that, we could just go to blaming it on ourparents for giving birth to us in the first place.”

Riza laughed quietly to herself, her sadness seeping out ofher slowly.

“Yes, I would like a family,” Roy began slowly and Riza felther chest tighten involuntarily in fear. “However, for the longest time myfamily has been you, even if we weren’tallowed to show it. If I’m with you then I’m happy. If you don’t want kids, that’sfine.” His smile was so full of love for her. “I already feel like the lot I endedup with was far more than I deserved.”

“Uncle Roy?” Elicia asked quietly from the doorway. One ofher eyes was covered by her fist as she rubbed it tiredly.

“Yes, princess?” he asked, turning in his chair to facebehind him, the conversation between them ended for the moment.

“I had a scary dream,” she mumbled, breath hitching.

“Come here, Elicia.”

She ran over as soon as the words were out of his mouth andclambered into his open arms. Roy sighed and rubbed circles on her back, whisperingin her ear that everything would be all right.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Elicia shook her headvehemently. “Okay, don’t worry. You don’t need to.”

He was a natural born father.

“What…” Riza trailed off, picking her next words carefully. “Whatwould you say if I changed my mind?” Riza whispered, leaning towards him so Roycould hear her.

His head craned around slowly to look at her, holding hisbreath as his lips parted in surprise and anticipation. Riza’s gaze flickeddown to Elicia – and how he comforted her with his hug – before returning toRoy’s, giving him a small nod, telling him that yes, today might have justswayed her towards adding a new member to their family.

With him.

It would be terrifying, but Roy had been with her throughthe majority of all the terrifying aspects of her life. He would help her throughthis as well. After today, Riza could see he was a natural at being a father,like he was born to fill the role.

It would take some time to figure it out, but perhaps now shecould do that.

Roy leaned in, kissing her softly, giving her his answer.

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tcm--holland · 7 years

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wings // peter parker

request from anon: hi! i was wondering if u can do an imagine where Nat & Tony knows that Peter likes the reader who is also Nat's goddaughter and they make them bond by buying them both chicken wings 🤣 also the reader is like a mini version of Nat 🤗

word count: about 2k

a/n: whoa things got so busy!!! haven’t been active in like a week but i’ll see if i can write more this weekend!! school is kinda killing me but i’m doin my best <3 also this is an au where nat and tony would be on better terms. hope you guys like this adorable request (and i hope i wrote it well for whoever requested) uneditedddd <3333

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“He’s not even trying to hide it. What a kid.” Tony mutters as he watches. It’s a sad sight, really. You and Peter are in the weight room, but there isn’t very much lifting going on. He’s leaned against the wall, hitting on you in a way only a fifteen year old boy can: incredibly unsubtle and awkward in manner. And although you’re flattered, you simply cannot take a hint and have no idea what he’s getting at.

“What’s worse is that she’s completely clueless,” Natasha says back. “I thought I taught her better than this. Is this really my legacy?” She takes a disappointed sip of coffee. You and Peter are so lost in your own world that you hardly notice Tony and Natasha ogling. They’re sitting outside of the room by the breakfast bar, but the walls are both thin and made of glass.

You get into position to deadlift a weight, your focus unswayed. You just hope Peter just won’t start talking and distract you. You’d rather not deal with another injury right now. As you slowly lift it from the ground, Peter is silent, watching you. Thank God.

As soon as you finish, he gushes, “Wow, Y/N, that was so cool! You’re really, really good at that. You’re so good at everything.”

You turn to look at him, serious as ever. “Thanks, Peter. But my form really needs work. If I keep stiff legging, it won’t go well with my back. And I need to be lifting heavier, two-fifty pounds sucks.” At one point, you start talking to yourself more than you’re talking to him, but he nods along anyway.

“You look pretty tired, you should refuel,” he says, eagerly offering you some of his protein shake.

You politely shake your head. “Let me guess, that’s one of Stark’s protein shakes.”

“Uh...yeah. Why does it matter?” He asks, confused.

“It’s full of crap. For a genius that is excellent with technology, he cannot, for the life of him, figure out the culinary art. Nat’s are way better.”

“What? No, hers taste like soggy cardboard! How can you even take a sip without gagging?” Peter exclaims.

“That ‘cardboard’ is made of vitamins. And important nutrients. Why drink a protein shake when there isn’t even any protein in it?”

Both Natasha and Tony look extremely offended at this. Later on, you take a few sips of water and use a towel to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Want to get, like, pancakes?” Peter asks, nervously playing with the hem of his muscle tee.

“Sorry. I already ate. Deadlifting on an empty stomach kills me. And I can’t have pancakes if I’m not on a cheat day.” Yes, you’re craving pancakes terribly right now. But if there’s one thing Nat taught you well, it was self-control.

“Oh.” His faces falls slightly.

“I have practice with Cap in an hour, so I’d better get going. See you later?” You give him a rare smile. Upon seeing you smile, he’s immediately back to grinning. It’s admittedly pretty cute.

Tony sets his head in his hands. “You realize we have to do something, right?” His voice is muffled by his hands.

Natasha glances over, eyebrows raised quizzically. “Like what? We can’t just rule this one a lost cause?”

“No. You want two heartbroken, sad teens on the team? I sure don’t.”

She sips the last of her coffee, tossing the cup into the trash. “I think you secretly care about Parker too much to let him go through his life unsheltered, but okay,” she mumbled.

“And you don’t overprotect Y/N?” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Tony, she’s my goddaughter.”

“And Peter’s my...intern…kind of.”

“See?” Natasha gave him a look. He gave her a look back.

“So? You’re not related to her, and I’m not related to him. There’s hardly a difference. Anyway, we need a plan.” Tony changed the subject quickly.

“A plan, right.”

A few hours later, Natasha and Tony carefully set up a sort of ‘trap’. As you walked past Peter in the living room to go meet with Clint to do some archery, he’d say hi. And that’s where they’d ambush you.

At around five, you enter the living room as expected, walking past Peter. He glances up immediately. “Hi, Y/N!” As soon as he says it, the doors instantly slam shut and lock themselves. Peter instantly flips out of his seat and you both stand back to back in fighting stances.

But instead of facing a threat of any kind, you hear a voice above you. “Hi kids,” Tony greets.

You both relax and side eye each other. “Did he just call us ‘kids’? He never does that, why is he doing that?” Peter asks, a little freaked out. You can only shrug.

“We’re going out today,” Tony begins, ignoring Peter’s comments.

“We are?” You ask without restraint. There’s a short period of silence, and you can just imagine Tony fuming.

“Yes,” he says, clearly through gritted teeth. “It’ll be a family dinner. Me, Natasha, and you kids.”

“He’s doing it again!” Peter whisper shouts to you.

You cross your arms. “What kind of family dinner is it without the whole team? And it’s kind of weird, because it implies a brother-sister bond between me and Peter.” Peter does not look enthused at this idea.

“Okay, you know what? If it matters so much to you, punk, then it’s not a family dinner. It’s just a dinner.” Tony can’t stand you sometimes, but you’re okay with that. You know that he does care, deep down. Very, very deep down.

“Why are we getting dinner -” You start to question, but Peter cuts you off.

“Sweet, where are we going?” Peter asks, sitting back down on the couch.

“Y/N, it wouldn’t kill you to be more like him sometimes,” Tony mumbles, but then there’s an audible slapping sound. “Fine. Fine! Y/N’s fantastic just the way she is.” The sarcasm drips from his tone.

“Thanks, Stark.” You can’t help but grin, taking a seat beside Peter.

“Yeah...don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Stark.”

He sighs. “Anyway. We’re going to get buffalo wings.” You instantly open your mouth, but he gets there before you do. “Yes, Y/N, I’m getting there. Natasha wanted to try this place that serves fake meat. Their wings are supposed to be good.”

“Hm. Okay. Can you open the doors now? I’m late, and I know Clint won’t care, but I have a schedule,” you stand up again.

The doors slide open. “See you for dinner, Y/N,” Peter waves as you start leaving.

“Yeah, you too.”

Hours later, everyone is dressed and ready. Neither Natasha nor Tony was able to get you to wear anything other than a sweater and jeans. But it turns out to be okay, because Peter comes out in a similar outfit. Jeans and his school sweatshirt, simple.

“They're both dressed like they're going to a family dinner,” Natasha leans over, lowly talking to Tony.

“Uh...that's kind of what I told them to get ready for.”

“Great going, Stark.”

By the time you get to the restaurant, you and Peter are hungry. Before either of you can even take your seats, Tony and Natasha fill up one side of the booth. You give Peter a polite smile and step aside to let him in first. He grins back and slides in. You take your seat next to him.

You don't know how to feel about eating fake meat. The last time you did, you got food poisoning and couldn't train for almost a week. You'd rather not have that happen again, but this place seems okay to you so far. The only reason you're really here is because it’s clear that Nat wanted you to come. But there's something strange about it all, especially with Tony and Nat. Taking you and Peter out, getting dinner...it all feels a little off to you. As though you're missing something. You can't shake it off.

After what feels like an eternity, the wings finally arrive. You quickly grab a plate and load it up with food. When you look at Peter, you see him doing the same thing and can’t help but grin a little. He laughs in response, pushing up his sleeves to start eating. You stare for a few seconds. Have his forearms always been so...muscled? When he glances at you, you quickly look away.

You think you might be blushing. Come on, Y/N, have a little control, you chastise yourself in your head. You pick up a wing and take a bite, not knowing what to expect. Oh god, this is the best thing you’ve ever had in awhile. You suddenly understand where Peter is coming from when he says Nat’s shakes taste terrible. It’s a beautiful combination of tender tofu, tangy barbeque sauce, and mouth-burning hot sauce. You thought you hated barbeque sauce!

You eye Tony as he gingerly picks up the single wing on his plate, skeptical. He glances up at you, and you nod enthusiastically to encourage him. Slowly, he leans into the tofu wing, like he’s going to kiss it. It’s a strange sight, really. He eventually takes a bite. As soon as he does, he looks a little dead inside. He slowly closes his eyes, drawing his eyebrows together. “Why, God? Why?”

Upon seeing this, you burst into laughter, your face slowly reddening from laughing so hard. You don’t outwardly express much emotion around anyone but Nat, but Tony’s done it for you. Gasping for air, you try to explain what happened to Peter only to end up giggling again.

Then you see everyone staring at you, and you quickly dial it down. Were you being too much? You purse your lips, taking another bite of your wing as you try to hide your face with your hair.

Peter’s lips are parted as he watches you. Breathily, he says, “Could you do that again?” His hands shake a little as he takes another bite. You turn to look at him, eyes widened slightly.

“Natasha and I are going to go get real dinner. Have fun, kids,” Tony quickly stands, turning to give Natasha a look. She nods slightly, getting up. You look at her, not knowing where to stay or join them.

Nat’s lips curve into a small smile and she winks before turning away with Tony. You stare after her and then turn to look at Peter. Why are you so nervous? Are your hands supposed to be sweating? You can’t focus on anything else, and you don’t know why. On the exterior, you appear normal, except for the fact that you’re shamelessly staring at him. He catches you and his cheeks turn the unnatural red color of the sauce covering the wings.

It’s almost as though the rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just you and Peter, in this booth, a few feet away from each other. Everything is muffled in comparison. Were just too busy all the time to notice how much he genuinely adored you? You catch his shy gaze and find yourself leaning in against your own will. Your heart pounds faster than it does when you do your high-intensity cardio.

He tilts his head to the side to meet your lips, but it never happens. As your lips brush his, your phone starts ringing. You open your eyes and look at him. He shakes his head and smiles. “Take it. It’s okay.” You smile apologetically back at him and pick up.

“Cap, I was kind of...in the middle of something. Yeah. Later. Bye.” You finally turn back to Peter, cheeks rosy. Slowly, you reach out to take his hand. He accepts yours gratefully and interlaces his fingers with you, barbeque sauce and all.

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ec-sanderssides · 7 years

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Touch-Starved

Part II Part III Part IV

It shouldn’t be that surprising really. It wasn’t like the others spent that much time around him. (He couldn’t really blame them for that, it wasn’t like he was the most pleasant person in the world to spend time with).

And aside from them, who else was there? There weren’t that many people in the mindscape. So yeah, it shouldn’t be that surprising that Anxiety had never been hugged before.

And yet, even Logic, who was normally better about seeing the obvious, had seemed startled earlier, and maybe even concerned. Anxiety didn’t get it. It wasn’t like it was a big deal or anything. So he hadn’t ever been hugged before, so what? He got on perfectly fine without any unnecessary physical contact. Really.

The whole thing had come out over breakfast. Morality, in an attempt to get the others to open up and talk more, had asked Logic what he’d been studying recently. More than eager to show off his knowledge, Logic had enthusiastically described in detail the articles he had been reading about scientific studies on physical contact.

“It has now been definitively proven that we need physical contact to stay healthy,” Logic had babbled, leaning forward to engage Morality, who was listening in what seemed like genuine interest.

“So what you’re saying is that hugs are good for you?” Morality had asked excitedly.

“Yes, actually they’re extremely beneficial,” Logic had replied. “They’re the exact kind of positive contact needed to maintain emotional and physical well-being.”

That was when Anxiety had snorted, getting the attention of not only Morality and Logic, but Prince as well, looking up from his cereal.

“Is there something you find funny, Anxiety?” Logic had asked, one hand going to adjust his glasses.

Anxiety had rolled his eyes.

“I just find it all a bit ridiculous,” he had drawled. “I mean, really? We need hugs to survive? That just sounds like bullshit. And besides, even if it were true, it’s not like it applies to us. We’re not exactly normal humans.”

“Awww, c’mon, kiddo,” Morality had pouted. “Even you have to admit that hugs make you feel good, all warm and safe.”

Anxiety had huffed. “I don’t need to try out that touchy-feely stuff to know that this theory’s bullshit.”

“You can’t just dismiss the science behind this!” Logic had sputtered, having looked more and more outraged as Anxiety spoke. But before Anxiety could reply to that, he had been cut off by Prince.

“Try it out… Anxiety, have you ever been hugged before?”

The question had hung in the air, the other three turning to look at Anxiety.

Feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny, Anxiety had just shrugged. “It’s how I knew this whole thing was bullshit, I seem to be doing just fine.”

“Oh, kiddo,” Morality had whispered, sounding heart-broken for some reason.

Not wanting to stick around and deal with the weird atmosphere that has settled over them, Anxiety had just muttered, “It’s not a big deal, Morality,” and ducked out.

He still didn’t get why the others had seemed so horrified. It wasn’t a big deal. Still he was sure they’d get over it. Hell, they’d probably already dismissed it. And by this time tomorrow, it would be forgotten entirely.

Back in the kitchen

“He’s never been hugged before. How did we not know that?” Logan asked, stunned.

“Well he does tend to kept to himself,” Prince pointed out, sounding uneasy. “I-I can’t say I ever really thought about this whole thing really, but I suppose I just assumed that Morality had hugged him at some point.”

“I should have” Morality whimpered, his head in his hands. “I noticed that he tended to shy away from me, and I decided to wait for him to come to me. But that was a mistake. I should have been the one to reach out.”

“We all should have,” Logan sighed. Then with a disturbing thought beginning to form in his mind, he continued, slowly. “Actually, just setting aside the hug matter for now, when was the last time you can remember Anxiety getting any form of physical contact? A handshake, a pat on the back, anything?”

The other two paused, obviously thinking hard.

“I, well, I remember clapping him on the shoulder a few weeks ago,” Morality replied, now sounding even more horrified than before. “He’d fetched something for me, but I can’t really remember anything else.”

“We held hands in the Valentine’s Day video,” Prince said hesitantly. “That’s about it though.”

A frown formed on Logan’s face. “Then it’s as I feared,” he said gravely. “Anxiety is likely extremely touch-starved at this point.” Seeing that Morality looked to be on the verge of tears, he hastily continued, “But that can be fixed!”

“Of course we’ll fix it,” Prince stated confidently, “Princess Pessimism and I may not always get along that well, but that doesn’t mean I wish him harm, and from what you were saying earlier, Logic, this is doing him harm.”

“You’re right,” Morality sniffed, sounding a little better. “We will make this better. I’m going to give him all the hugs.”

“That might not be the best idea just yet,” Logan cautioned sharply. “Given the severity and duration of Anxiety’s touch-starvation, even a small amount of physical contact may seem overwhelming right now. It’s better to start small and work our way up to larger gestures of physical affection such as hugs.”

Morality nodded. “Okay, I can do that.”

“What do we do if he pulls away?” Prince broke in, “Should we let him?”

“Yes, I think so,” Logan replied. “We don’t want to make him uncomfortable. If he pulls away, let him, just be prepared to keep offering the physical contact. Once he starts relaxing and accepting the smaller gestures, we will start offering larger ones, and so on.”

“It’s a plan.” Morality replied, looking more determined than Logan had seem him in a long while. Yes, they had made a terrible mistake in overlooking the youngest of the sides, but they were going to fix it.

The next morning, Anxiety slipped into the kitchen. He had ended up spending the previous day hanging out in his room and watching Netflix, which had been fun, but he was also pretty hungry at this point.

“Good morning, kiddo,” Morality called out cheerfully. “Logan’s making omelets, so can you help me set the table?”

“Sure,” Anxiety mumbled, wanting to get at the food as quickly as possible. He was starving.

Silently, he began to lay out silverware, as Morality got the plates and cups. It didn’t take them long to finish.

“Thanks, Anxiety,” Morality said, and then reached out and ruffled his hair?

A little startled, Anxiety moved back, staring at Morality in bewilderment. But the other side seemed oblivious to his confusion, only humming cheerfully as he sat down. He didn’t have too long to dwell on it though, as Logic came out of the kitchen with the food.

Once Prince had finally deigned to join them, they began eating. Anxiety ate silently, letting the others do the talking. When he was finished he went and put his plate in the sink, but before he could leave the kitchen completely, Logic grabbed his hand.

“Wait, before you go,” he said, pulling Anxiety closer, “I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me troubleshoot some plans for working on the next videos. You have a knack for spotting potential problems.”

“Uhhh,” Anxiety was having trouble responding. Did-did Logic realize he was still holding Anxiety’s hand? “Um, sure,” he finally stammered out.

Logic gave him a small smile. “Excellent,” he said briskly. “I have the plans laid out in my room.”

With that he tugged on their joined hands once more, towing Anxiety behind him. Anxiety could only follow along helplessly, still not really sure what was going on.

At the end of the day, Anxiety was ready to crawl under the covers and hope the world made more sense in the morning. Things had been slightly off all day. It wasn’t anything drastic, but Morality and Logic seemed to be paying slightly more attention to him than usual. It was just different enough to throw him off balance. He hadn’t seen Prince though, so that at least was normal.

But apparently he’d spoken too soon, because that was when Prince popped up.

“Ah, Anxiety, excellent. I was just looking for you.”

Anxiety only looked at him in askance. Why?

Prince seemed to catch his silent question because he elaborated. “I need you to help me convince Morality and Logic to host a Disney movie marathon tonight.”

“And you wanted my help” Anxiety said flatly. “Really?”

Prince rolled his eyes. “If we work together and both request it, it will surprise them enough to agree. Also I promise we’ll watch The Black Cauldron first if you help.”

“....Fine,” Anxiety replied after a moment of silence. It wasn’t a terrible deal.

“Fantastic,” Prince cheered, and then hooked his arm through Anxiety’s. “Come, I believe they’re in the common area.”

Anxiety moved on autopilot, his brain hyper-focused on the fact that Prince was right there. In his personal space. He could feel their shoulders pressed together. He couldn’t figure out Prince’s intentions though. He was chattering on and on about the movie marathon, not seeming care about their closeness in the slightest. Anxiety let it go. It didn’t mean anything. He was just getting paranoid.

Anxiety enjoyed the movie night, but he made sure to sit in an armchair away from the others, still slightly wary of their intentions. But nothing else seemed to be happening that night, so he relaxed and enjoyed the movies, even allowing himself to sing a little under his breath.

But then the next morning, the weirdness was back. While Anxiety still had time and space to himself, it felt like every other moment one of the others was there, pulling him along to go and do something. Eventually, he snapped.

“What the fuck is going on.” he snarled at Logic, who had asked to him to help with the grading of papers of all things.

“What do you mean, Anxiety?” Logic said, tilting his head. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“You and the others have been acting all,” here Anxiety flailed, looking for the appropriate word. “Weird,” he finally said, looking suspiciously at Logic. “Seriously, what are you trying to do?”

The other side raised an eyebrow. “I would have thought it was obvious,” he replied.

“Well, it’s not,” Anxiety snapped, “so start talking.”

“Very well,” Logan said. “We, as a group, have recently become aware of a problem we had previously overlooked and are now endeavoring to fix it. Namely, your touch-starvation.”

Anxiety’s face grew hot. He’d thought they’d forgotten about that. “I don’t have a problem,” he said, “And I don’t need you trying to hug me.”

“Don’t worry,” Logic replied, infuriatingly calm. “We have no intention of trying to hug you right now. We can tell you’re not ready for that level of physical affection.”

Anxiety’s face felt like it was on fire now. Who the hell did he think he was saying stuff like this. But before he could tell Logic off, the other side stepped forward, and much to Anxiety’s astonishment, placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Don’t worry, Anxiety,” he said gently, one of his hands coming up to cradle Anxiety’s head. “I know it seems like a lot right now, but that’s why we’re taking it slow.”

Anxiety couldn’t reply, all of his thoughts were centered on the fingers now scritching at his scalp. It didn’t feel bad, it was kind of soothing actually. But at the same time, it was overwhelming. Logic seemed to understand though, as after one last scritch, he pulled his hand back.

“We’re going to fix this,” he said, holding Anxiety’s gaze. “I promise."

Not knowing how to reply to that, Anxiety fled, but he could still feel Logic’s eyes following him as he went, and the ghost of Logic’s fingers running through his hair, burning like fire.

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auncyen · 7 years

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Amuse me, The Crystal Crew

I made you wait so long I’M SORRY I kept blanking on who should be doing the cheering up/cheered up

(as a small note, please no new asks for this meme everyone! there is one more I might get to, otherwise I am considering it done)

How to Comfort Edea Lee

by Ringabel Dim Lee TBD

Step One: Food usually works best.

Eleanor Goodman’s feasts were always splendid–excellent food, a comfortable atmosphere, a charming hostess–and Ringabel eagerly sat himself down, after he’d pulled Edea’s seat out for her of course. On the other side, Agnès and Tiz looked a little guilty, had ever since Tiz said he was looking forward to another one of Mrs. Goodman’s dinners, which was ridiculous. All they had done was realize a pattern: if they saved Daniel Goodman from Kikyo Konoe, Mrs. Goodman served them a rich dinner in gratitude. They had still come for the sole purpose of keeping Mr. Goodman safe and alive. Not for the dinner. Dinner was a bonus.

And still, Tiz was opening his mouth to try excusing himself out of dinner yet again before Ringabel kicked his shin under the table and gave him a significant look. He had already had this discussion with Agnès on another occasion; it would be rude to discard all the sacrifice that had gone into preparing the meal. If Tiz felt like he was somehow taking advantage of the Goodmans’ hospitality, he should focus on making them happy, and Mrs. Goodman would be made happiest by her cooking being well-received. Of course, he couldn’t tell Tiz this across the table with the lady circling the table to serve everyone, so instead he did his utmost to communicate through glaring. Tiz first stared back with indignation, then melted once more into a guilty pile of mush, and finally took his napkin and unfolded it on his lap to be ready for dinner. Good.

“Uh, um… Thank you, Mrs. Goodman. That’s enough.”

“Alright, Edea. Lady Agnès, would you like some mashed potatoes too?”

“Oh–are you sure you have enough, Edea?”

Ringabel looked over, curious, and then stared at Edea’s plate. No wonder Agnès had questioned Edea’s portions. One slice of honey ham, a biscuit, two scoops of peas and mashed potatoes each? These…these were an average person’s portions. Not his angel’s. “Are you alright?”

Her elbow drove into his side. “Oh, stuff it, Ringabel! I’m just not hungry.”

And since when was she not hungry?! But the elbowing had clearly been a warning, and Ringabel shut up for the moment. If he kept questioning it, Mrs. Goodman might think that Edea disliked her food, little knowing how enthusiastically she had feasted on it two previous times. And that definitely wasn’t the issue… Hm.

He didn’t like this. Edea was skimping on good food.

Step Two: Sweets, in particular, are her favorite.

“She has been a bit subdued,” Agnès mused. “Do you not think so?”

“No, I absolutely think so!” Ringabel insisted. Edea had turned in to sleep early, and he hadn’t hesitated in rounding up Tiz and Agnès to get to the bottom of the matter. “Her elbow didn’t even bruise me!”

“She shouldn’t be trying to bruise you, you know,” Tiz pointed out. “But it is kind of odd that she went to bed so soon…”

“Hopefully she is feeling better in the morning,” Agnès mused. “If not, we should ask her what the matter is.”

“But she is hurting now,” Ringabel whined. His poor angel. Was she even sleeping, or was she tossing and turning, suffering in silence? He couldn’t bear it. He wanted to go straight up to her room, take her into his arms and comfort her, except knowing his luck she probably would have just fallen asleep and she would murder him regardless.

But something was wrong.

“She was fine fighting against Kikyo, but…” Tiz hesitated for an annoyingly long moment, scratching the back of his head as he thought. “Do you think it’s because we’re doing this all again? Today it was Kikyo, and she was never close to her, but then there’s…”

Agnès sighed and closed her eyes as she realized what Tiz was thinking. “Nobutsuna Kamiizumi, her master.”

“We’ll never get her to talk about it, if that’s the case,” Ringabel groused. Even the first time they had gone through this journey, Edea had brushed off their concerns. But what if it was finally getting to her?

“We can’t force her to talk.” Tiz nodded. “But we can show her we’re there for her whenever she wants. And for Edea, the best way to show her we care is–”

“Food!”

“–Gifts.” Tiz flushed when both Ringabel and Agnès looked at him questioningly, and added, “Food can be a gift.”

Ringabel nodded, warming to this idea. His only hesitation was– “It’ll have to be something really special, though.”

“It’ll be special because it’s a gift from us.”

“Tiz, Tiz, Tiz.” Ringabel laid his hands on the younger man’s shoulders, patting him. “Tiz, oh Tiz…you blessedly naive youth.”

“…I’m only four years younger than you. Or two? How old are you supposed to be again?”

“Youth,” Ringabel insisted, because he was absolutely the elder here, and also because Tiz didn’t need to know that he’d forgotten his age again. “No, if she’s feeling bad enough to pass up Mrs. Goodman’s food, she needs something really special! Something to whet her appetite! Something fantastic and unexpected, out-of-the-way–”

“Uh…” A still-sleepy Edea stared out over Grandship’s railing, blinking blearily in the crisp morning’s light. “Did I miss something? Why are we in Florem!?”

“Because Ringabel piloted straight through the night like a madman,” Datz muttered groggily, right as the Drunken Pig’s door burst open.

“BECAUSE FLOREM HAS POWDERED CRÊPES~!” Ringabel sang out. Tiz followed behind him, lightly dusting some sugar off his hands. Agnès was still inside, eating a crêpe for herself (while cutting off a small portion for Airy).

“We got your favorites!” Tiz added, beaming with enthusiasm. “Chocolate, strawberries, peaches, you name it!”

“Wh, what? It’s not even my birthday! What’s the occasion?” Edea asked. Despite her questioning, she was coming over to check out the crêpes, looking over the different varieties.

“Do we need an occasion to spoil you, darling?” Ringabel asked, leaning over to see if she was tempted by anything in particular. She looked at him suspiciously.

“Like he said, no occasion,” Tiz added. “We just wanted to do something fun. Now that we know the Goodmans are safe and Praline is out of the picture, we can take a small break.”

“Good thinking! We’ll have to go back eventually and make sure things are sorted out, but I guess we can take a break. And these crêpes really do look scrumptious…”

Yet the expression she made in the next moment–flitting by so quickly, Ringabel nearly missed it–didn’t match what she was saying. For a moment, she didn’t look pleasantly surprised. She looked…wistful.

And she only took two crêpes. Two. They had gotten half a dozen each of six different varieties so that she could have all the crêpes she wanted, and she was only going to have two?!

“E-Edea,” Ringabel said nervously–there was nothing for it, he would just have to talk straightly– “You know you can always talk to us if something’s wrong, right?”

“…Yes?” Edea looked at him strangely. “Are you asking me this for a reason, Ringabel?”

Ringabel looked above her head to Tiz’s, trying to desperately ask with eyes alone how do I say it’s because she’s eating normal meals without her killing me? Either this was much too complicated to ask by eye contact or Tiz had no better idea, because he merely shrugged, with a slightly concerned dip of the eyes to Edea, before getting distracted by something Agnès was asking him.

Step Three: And remember, there is no such thing as too much.

For lunch, they went to Ancheim, a land overflowing with sand and spices and sugar, the latter two of which should have been enough to lure Edea into eating with gusto, whether by stretchy ice cream or hot curry. They went on a group lunch to a restaurant with a solid reputation for all the varieties of local cuisine so that Edea could have a wide range of options to pick from.

She got the same salad as Agnès, and only finished half of it, then had a small spoonful of Tiz’s dessert, which he had been all too obliging to give her. Ringabel had confiscated the spoon from Tiz after that and made him use another. Perhaps it was a bit unfair of him.

But Ringabel felt like he was going mad.

Edea did not eat like this! Including the previous night, this made three meals where she had merely picked at food instead of devouring it eagerly! His angel had to be so hungry and yet…her heart was too heavy for her to eat…and she wouldn’t just say what was wrong…

An ordinary man might have given up at this point. An ordinary man might have thought there was nothing more that he could do. An ordinary man might have been sick of spending so many hours at Grandship’s wheel.

Ringabel was no ordinary man. But he was sick of spending so many hours at Grandship’s wheel, and he realized halfway on the trip to Eternia that the Proprietress knew perfectly well how to make an Eternian Special Parfait without them going all the way to the frozen country. With her help, and a little of his engineering ingenuity to figure out the conundrum of getting 25 ice creams scoops and 10 wafer sticks to stand together in a tower of sugar and cream, they created the Quintuple Deluxe Eternian Special Parfait.

They didn’t have time to marvel at the terror they’d created when a bit of the base was already softening. He quickly sent Tiz to fetch Edea (Agnès seemed fixed that she would not introduce her friend to such a health hazard), and the younger boy had her close her eyes until they were at the bar in front of the huge (slightly runny) dessert.

“Surprise!”

Ringabel expected a range of reactions. A gasp of delight. A smile. A question if that was really the most ice cream they were able to fit into the serving bowl because really, it ought to have been more. Though really, after the failures both breakfast and lunch had been, he wouldn’t have been entirely surprised if she didn’t react at all.

He was not expecting her to half-groan, half-scream in a fit of exasperation. Even Agnès, who had been protesting this as a bad idea, started in her seat.

“Edea…?”

“This isn’t faaiiiiiir,” Edea groaned. “Why are we having all the nice foods when I’m sick?!”

“…Wait. You’re sick? But you said you were fine yesterday…”

“I am, it’s just a stomach bug. Besides, we know Kikyo’s little invitation ambush is always that day, I wasn’t going to miss it just for an upset stomach. But…” She looked at the gigantic parfait with something very near distress and groaned again. “Ugh, I have never been so repulsed by something and wanted it so much at the same time before. It’s…it’s amazing and I can’t eat it. I feel like I’m going to hurl just looking at it.”

This was how Ringabel usually felt about looking at her desserts, but he was unnerved to hear her say such a thing. “Um, maybe we should…store it, then?” Agnès suggested.

The Proprietress barked out a laugh. “Ain’t no way it’s fitting into the freezer like this! How about you get Datz and Zatz and we’ll all split it. But hurry up, before it all turns to soup.”

“I–I’ll get them,” Ringabel said. Better to seize his chance to escape now, before he was expected to eat it too. He stopped just long enough to give his love a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before walking out of the tavern as fast as his legs would take him.

…

New Step One: Ask her what’s wrong.

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