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imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese · 26 days

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Hello! Me again, back to pester you about lore.

So what's going on with The Drifter? For once I know a little about the character, I read 'A Man With No Name', but I still have questions. From how the book read, Drifter convinced Felwinter to get revenge for the destruction of the village. Did that go anywhere? And what did Drifter get up to for the (unspecified very long) timeskip between the book and the game?

And with the modern day, does the Vanguard know he's running a fighting ring out of the basement? Or does every single guardian look away when Zavala tries figuring out where people keep getting these weapons? I guess first rule of fight club and all that. What's he even trying to do? He seems to be pretty against most of the Vanguard's leadership.

Anyway, another invitation to infodump about your other blorbo. I hope you don't mind XD

If you thought I was long-winded about Eris... She's maybe 400 years old whereas the Drifter may be 900... get comfy... this will not be quick.

"Dark Age was wild times."

I adore the Drifter and a good chunk of how and why I adore him is his voice - both the voice acting and the syntax/diction/phrasing used in the writing, but voice alone does not cover why I find his character so utterly enthralling and fantastic.

I wrote a short piece consisting of Eris telling Ikora what she sees in him in my story Finders Keepers. It's basically a personality analysis and some people have (I think probably accurately) accused it of being a love letter to that character. (Reminder: that link is fanfiction - I wrote it - it is not lore, but it is based on lore. However, everything else I list after this is actual lore.)

But, personality aside, ultimately the Drifter's story is what I find most compelling about him and makes him so empathetic. You mentioned you've read A Man with No Name, but there's more. A lot more.

To start, the Drifter is D2's most violent pacifist.

He doesn't want to fight and when he does, it's vicious. The Emissary of the Nine, formerly Orin (his ex-best friend and/or ex-lover, depending upon how you read it) aptly says "He hates violence. He hates it so much he'll murder anyone who tries to inflict it on him."

In A Man with No Name, we see him go from hiding in a town and having it obliterated by warlords, to running a bar at the bottom of Felwinter peak, to getting Lord Felwinter himself to avenge the town. Drifter doesn't fight anywhere in there and gets other people to do his fighting for him, which is a pretty standard tactic for him. And yes, it is strongly implied that Felwinter does indeed murder the fuck out of Lord Dryden when he says "Call Lord Dryden. Prepare my Iron Banner arsenal."

But then we get Dark Age Drifter entries where he's gunning down Fallen attackers with quotes like "He had never brought himself to shoot a human. Or anything even resembling a human. Risen included." (Bonus mention: notice "Alright" repeated here and compare to his standard Gambit opening of Alright, alright, alright...") Where he's slipping away from non-violence, specifying, in particular, that he won't shoot a human but will defend himself from aliens.

And then he becomes something else entirely in these amazing entries with what I've been calling his Breakneck crew:

Now Otto's a Sword man. He's all about "craft." Technique. Precision. It's disgusting, but I don't care how he does it, as long as it gets done, so I just let him do it. And Otto does it so beautifully that, when he's done, you're standing there holding your guts in your hands and thanking him for the show.

Never touches a gun, that girl. She likes to get close. Likes to look right in their eyes and be the last thing they see.

The chumps that run out to stop us are babies. That's the kicker with Warlords—other than ours, there's not a Ghost in sight here. Just civilians who can barely hold their guns without wetting their pants, who can't aim worth a damn, who stick their necks out for the bad guys with eternal life. Real geniuses.

Cenric stood up. That vein of his looked about ready to pop. Drifter let his feet down as he reached for his rifle, asp-quick. "And you know what we do with rats, don't you, brother."

And the thing I love about this is the character development this speaks to where he goes from pacifist who won't fight at all... to someone who will use a machine gun competently, repeating "Alright" and getting himself used to killing, but not humans, never humans... to stone cold vicious murder-Drifter talking about the lightless who die to his crew in ways that make them (and himself) seem no longer human, to gunning down his own crew, people he felt were a perfect team, when they make deals with warlords behind his back and lie to him about it.

The Drifter started out adhering to an ideal of nonviolence and it destroyed him and everyone he cared for. His sense of self, his principles, everything he believed in is eroded until he completely loses all hope and in order to survive the cruelty of the world he lives in he becomes a ruthless monster.

Either before or after his Breakneck-era crew (it's not clear), the Drifter (under the name Eli) joins the Pilgrim Guard, a group of Titans protecting lightless people as they travel to the Last City. He does this out of a desire/need to be near Orin, a Titan with a complicated past and strong ties to both Queen Mara and the Nine. But then after spending time with Eli/Drifter and the Pilgrim Guard, Orin, the one person Drifter's ever had a deep human connection with, the person he considers his best friend, leaves without a word.

It's very telling that the green snakes, the jade coin, and the red string on those same coins that form such profound parts of the Drifter's symbolism and identity all come from Orin. When the Drifter truly cares for someone, he incorporates part of them into himself, into his identity, making them part of who he becomes, so they live on inside of him.

After his time with Orin, we get into the extremely confusing, contradictory mess that is the Drifter's intersection with Shin Malfur-related Rose/Thorn/Lumina lore. And by this I mean that the Drifter, after fighting alongside people doing genuinely noble good work, in the wake of losing Orin, leaves the Pilgrim Guard and eventually ends up joining the evil cult of evil: following in the footsteps of one of the most reviled risen to ever exist - the guardian-killer: Dredgen Yor.

If you're gonna hang with me, you need to know about the Shadows of Yor. They follow the edicts of a very bad man named Dredgen Yor. And what're his Shadows after? Everything the Light can't provide. I thought they could help me find an answer to the battles of Light versus Light that raged during the Dark Age. But the longer I flew with them, the more I saw they're blind as all those who follow the Traveler. One albatross for another. I was done with 'em.

And while in the cult, in some sort of ritual, he communes with the Darkness directly and gets some sort of Darkness powers (possibly Stasis, possibly something else - it's super unclear) and the Darkness whispers to him his Dredgen name: Dredgen Hope, which is particularly brutal in context with this quote from Dredgen Yor himself:

I care only to give hope to the frightened, huddled masses so that when I come upon them they will have more to lose. Their pain will be greater. Their screams more pure… Nothing dies like hope. I cherish it.

But it is also particularly pointed because hope is the thing the Drifter doesn't have. Trust is the thing he doesn't have the ability to do any more because of his experiences (and is also the name of the hand cannon he wears shoved into his pants). He is the most jaded (literally - constantly fidgeting with a jade coin) character in the D2 universe. He loses everything and leans in on it and follows that path to full evil.

And then he walks away. Because evil doesn't work for him either.

But also (either before or after he's completely left the cult - it's ambiguous, but possibly when he's still entangled but it's already fracturing and falling apart) he finds Orin again (he's using the name Wu Ming at this point - either having returned to it, or because he hasn't changed it yet from Felwinter Peak, or perhaps this happens before Felwinter Peak - the order and timeline is somewhat fuzzy).

Orin does not remember who he is when he finds her the second time (she's pretty nuts at this point - her story is filled with madness and tragedy), and is going insane with grief over losing Namqi (the person she left with when she disappeared the first time) as well as her obsession with the Nine. And the Drifter is once more drawn to her and once more connects deeply with her:

Wu Ming leaves his questions by the wayside as he is drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty. Her confessions lower his defenses. He talks of himself. Of his fear. Of his loneliness. How he feels he is one fingernail away from plummeting into an abyss. How he feels vicious resentment every time he is brought back from the dead: He never asked for the gift of the Light... They make excuse after excuse to meet again. Every conversation is colored by excavated truths; every day they feel they will reach some bedrock that will break them to pieces. It is as frightening as it is intoxicating.

But then Orin finds out about him being a Dredgen, terminates their relationship, goes off to become the Emissary of the Nine and, as someone I was talking with once referred to it: 'it was a breakup so bad he had to leave the solar system.'

Things go very poorly the first time the Drifter loses Orin but the second time is far worse. He has a full-on Lovecraftian 'At the Mountains of Madness' style horror-movie-plot experience with a crew he calls his 'best friends' (which may or may not be all ex-Dredgens but there's at least evidence they might be) out on a frozen planet being stalked and driven to insane levels of paranoia by Darkness creatures able to snuff out their light:

I think I mentioned we're all raving psychos at this point. Well, we did what all measured raving psychos would do. We thought we each had been betrayed by the others. We drew on each other.

The Drifter kills them all to keep them from killing him (at least, that's what he says - no one else is alive to argue). Then his ghost, who up until now has been kind of a moralistic asshole, suggests he hunt down the ghosts of his former crew and Frankenstein them together in order to survive:

And the craziest thing happened. My Ghost snapped... But we would need parts. Ghost parts. And we knew where we could get some... The Ghosts of my former crew all fled as soon as their charges hit the dirt. So me'n mine, we hunted them... "Hey. There's always hope. For what it's worth, I'm proud of you." It was the last thing my Ghost ever said, and the last lie it ever told.

The Drifter's ghost is rendered mute from the experience (either mechanically or due to the trauma of hunting down and murdering other ghosts - it's not clear) but the plan works, they survive, and the Drifter builds the Derelict out of scrap, returning to the Tower where he sets up Gambit.

It's super unclear (again, the Shin-related lore is just a mess and deliberately confusing) but it turns out that Drifter going on about how the Man with the Golden Gun is out to get him is actually a deal he made with Shin to set up Gambit (because, spoiler: the leader of the entire Dredgen cult, Dredgen Vale, turns out to be none other than Shin Malphur, the Man with the Golden Gun, who hunts Dredgens and who the Drifter has been saying is out to get him this entire time) to draw out the truly Darkness-corrupted guardians so Shin can kill them. (And this is ultimately why the Vanguard lets him run a fighting ring in the basement - because Shin convinces them it will help find the truly bad guardians so they can be eliminated).

If you find that confusing, that's because it is. Anything to do with Shin Malphur/Dredgen Yor/Rose/Thorn/Lumnia is pretty much an acid-trip, continuity-wise. It hurts my brain.

As for where the Drifter gets the weapons he gives us for Gambit? To the surprise of no one, he's stealing them. Because of course he is. It's him.

While running Gambit, he ends up visited by the Emissary of the Nine (formerly Orin - same body, different person) and has the Haul attached to the Derelict as a 'gift' in this amazing cutscene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFtmr___dSw

And he pretty much stays in "shifty morally ambiguous guy in the basement" mode until Arrivals when the pyramids show up on Io and we get one of my favourite lore tabs in all of D2: Whispering slab.

The two sit. They speak. They listen. Linkages forged in Light and Dark of traded secrets as the Derelict hangs in orbit around the Earth. Pacts are made. Soon, there is only the silence of knowing left between them.

"Next time you fly over the Moon, dust your boots. Tracking that crap all over my floors."

Both of the Drifter's deep emotional entanglements with Orin happen when he really genuinely talks to her, and now in Whispering Slab, he's genuinely talking to someone else, plus we get the origin of why he calls that someone else Moondust.

Then, during Arrivals, we get the amazing banter between him and Eris, and in Beyond Light they learn to control Stasis together with the result being (in my highly subjective opinion) the best cutscene in all of D2 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQAB-sSi6P0

At the end of Haunted we get Eris' message to him about healing and finding joy , he has this line in Plunder "What we do now matters more than who we were", we end up with the Kept Confidence lore tab during Season of the Witch where the person who previously insisted he trusted no one now is saying: "He didn't trust them. He trusted her" and then in the Gloaming Journeyer tab, he pulls her into a hug and reminds her of what she told him once (in the Prophesy dungeon dialogue): "That we'll live in the night if we have to. We do it for what comes after." (What comes after is dawn, hope, the continuance of existence after the darkest point.)

Someone in a chat I was in once summed up the core dynamic of the Drifter and Eris' relationship perfectly as "He gives her trust. She gives him hope."

There are people online who are very frustrated with the Drifter's character development, feeling that the Drifter has 'had his teeth filed off' and that he 'got his depression cured by getting a goth girlfriend' but I feel that's just people who don't like change. The Drifter has, throughout his entire storyline been constantly changing who he is. Change is part of his many self-constructed identities which he re-creates over and over as his old sense of self is destroyed and remade. Gritty vicious Drifter is still in there and he will be just as brutal as ever if he needs to be.

He doesn't want to be, though. He never has. And as someone who deals with medical-grade depression and who found themselves in a situation where they needed to reconstruct a sense of self to replace the one that was lost, the Drifter finding a way to hope and trust again after all he's been through is an extremely powerful and poignant narrative which speaks to me on many levels.

It's not trite, thoughtless happy fluffy rainbows, friendship-fixes-everything-whee! It's painful and slow and beautiful as the Drifter learns to have healthy relationships with other people. We need stories like this to speak to us at an unconscious level and tell us that even if you're not Eris Morn and you failed, and you gave up, and you didn't make it out of the Hellmouth, and you in fact gave in to despair and completely lost all hope, your experience erasing who it was you were and having that old you replaced with someone else, you can still find hope again. Even if you've been burned so severely by so many, many, negative human interactions that you cannot trust anyone, if you find the right people, you can slowly learn how to trust again.

The Drifter's story has been called a redemption arc, and I guess in a way it is that too but, for me, the essential quality of the Drifter's narrative isn't redemption: it's healing.

Stories have power. We incorporate them into who we are. Dredgen Hope ultimately does live up to his name. Within D2 he is finally starting to heal. I find that idea, of healing in spite of being so altered by one's experiences as to have had to become an entirely different person in order to survive, of being unable to trust and still finding a way to learn how to trust again, to be important and beautiful to have in my subconscious as something to draw from. It is a story that is very much needed by a lot of people. We need to be reminded that we can be irrevocably changed and have everything taken from us and still find a way to trust and hope and love again. That might seem a bit much for a shooty game, but I maintain this is why D2 has some of the best storytelling of any game I've ever played and that the character of the Drifter is a huge part of what makes that storytelling so compelling.

Sorry this took so long to answer. This seriously was as short as I could make it and still say everything that I felt needed to be said. There's more, and more detail, of course, but this is my treatise on why the Drifter is as awesome as I think he is.

That is all.

#the drifter #destiny 2 #ask me more things!#lore dump of doom #damn this was long #but so is drifter's life - dude is one of if not the oldest one!#drifteris #eris morn #drifter/eris #the drifter/eris morn

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everlastiingiimmortals · 9 months

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Thoughts on 1.3

what it says in the title! these are subject to change/be updated as i do the companion missions. references to leaks re: jingliu's character stories are present as well.

one of the first most interesting things to me was Fu Xuan complaining about Jing Yuan's "violations," which, yeah. gestures at everything with the Stellaron Hunters. Gestures at him twisting Dan Heng's arm to get him to cooperate. But Fu Xuan further comments that the "Cloud Knight generals are such a hassle." Generals, plural. I wonder how much power they have? How often do they get away with these "violations"? How much power does Jing Yuan have, specifically? He's a legend, and a hero, and people tend to, I think, default to trusting him because he doesn't make (significant) mistakes, and letting things slide for that reason. Because Jing Yuan always has a reason for the things he does. At the same time, though, the Ten Lords' Commission is higher in status than even him. How much freedom do they allow him? Will he be punished at all for the strings he pulled?

On that note, too, I have to wonder again just how Jing Yuan, as a mere lieutenant, managed to sway the Ten Lords' Commission and convince them to give Dan Feng a lighter sentence. How did he sway them to lift Dan Heng's banishment? How many loopholes has he jumped through?

I'm not talking about Tingyun she makes me so sad

Yukong beloved FIGHT AGAIN QUEEN I LOVE YOU PLS DONT DIE

ok now the meat of 1.3 HOUGHGHGH

Utterly obsessed with the parallels between Blade in the Luofu arc's intro cutscene and the conclusion with Luocha.

jing yuan hot.

luocha hot.

jingliu hot.

"Will you surrender, or do you require encouragement... abomination of Yaoshi?" HOT

"General, my power does indeed stem from the Abundance... but I'm the same as you." HOT!!!

To be more serious, I'm obsessed with the fact that Jing Yuan knew. I'm thriving with the Emanator Luocha agenda (hi Starry) but also the fact that Jing Yuan just knew and played along until Luocha revealed his true colors is so fucking tasty to me.

I'm also so fascinated by the fact that Jing Yuan didn't just attack him outright, and I have a few thoughts on that. One, I do like to think of Jing Yuan as someone who very much does not enjoy killing, as much as it is a very... well. very big aspect of his life and duty. But we can see this playing out with his mercy and generosity, and this cutscene is no different.

I also have a feeling Jing Yuan knew Jingliu was coming. We can see it in how he closes his eyes and braces himself, rather than seeming surprised like the Cloud Knights. He was expecting her to show up... he didn't even seem surprised at the mention of her in Yanqing's companion quest. He totally knew.

How much else do you know, Jing Yuan? I'm right back to the original question that's been fucking plaguing me since 1.1 o|< WHAT ARE YOU NOT SAYING????

did anyone else notice the glow in jing yuan's eye like holy shit dude that was fucking hot yes SIR. basks in my divine Jing Yuan agenda

I also wonder though just... why Jing Yuan is so wary of her? Like, what specifically did she do to be branded as a traitor? Aside from the whole mara thing, there's clearly more to this than they're giving us... I'm not of the belief that her ascending to take down the abomination Dan Feng created was reason to warrant any of that... so something must have happened afterwards. When was she labeled a traitor, even? Was it before or after that moment? The sedition was in 7379, and she broke out of the Shackling Prison in 7380, having been stricken. Was it within that one year or afterwards? How did she even recover (some of) her sanity wtf. She's clearly not the same. I wonder if Luocha had a hand in that at all. I wouldn't be surprised, honestly.

Speaking of Jingliu, I'm so,,, not over how she talks to Jing Yuan in that cutscene. Almost like she's talking down to a child. It's condescending I'm so sdlakhjdsalkfjha SHE SEEMS LIKE SHE'S PROUD OF HIM FROM HER STORY AND HER VOICELINES TOO (?) THOUGH SO,,, WHAT'S GOING ON THERE AAAAAAAA

I also. Have a feeling that Jing Yuan isn't specifically putting up a fight, because he knows that Jingliu's goals still, ultimately, align with the Xianzhou's (and that she doesn't harbor any sort of personal grudge), even if he clearly doesn't like any of what's going on. She wants to kill the Aeons. She wants to kill Yaoshi. That'd benefit the Xianzhou greatly, and Jing Yuan knows it. He's no fool.

I guess that's also why Luocha is teaming up with her (hi Starry we talked abt this too). He has clear disdain for the divine, I wouldn't be surprised if his vendetta would extend to wanting to witness the downfall of the Aeons. But also ouuughh the irony of him walking the path of Abundance but wanting Yaoshi dead ough OUGH OUGH Luocha ily

I wonder why they're approaching Jing Yuan in the Shackling Prison anyway. (Why is he in the Shackling Prison this time? Was he... waiting? It seems like it.) It feels like Luocha is there to rub it in his face. It seems pretty obvious he's also there (with Jingliu) to threaten Jing Yuan to not get involved... But knowing Otto Apocalypse, I wonder if it's more likely that he's there to propose some sort of alliance?

If that's the case I'm fucking TERRIFIED for Jing Yuan's life for the 4359672309875609875432th time. I just spent 40 days wondering if he'll be okay and NOW I GOTTA DO IT AGAIN?? NAW... OTTO DIDN'T FUCKING HESITATE TO DISPOSE OF HIS ALLIANCES AGUHLIHFKJLFSGWIUOH IM SO FUCKING STRESSED DUDE!!!!

DAN HENG. YOU INVITED??? THIS MAN??? ONTO THE EXPRESS?????? YOU STUPID BITCH WHY DO YOU TRUST HIM

The fact that we're receiving Nothing™ about Jing Yuan's companion mission, though, or his involvement in the history of the HCQ or-- anything, really, does lead me to be inclined to believe he's absolutely going to be playing a bigger part in the story. We still don't know enough about him. Hoyo's absolutely doing it on purpose. God I hope they don't kill him wtf

jingluo hatefucking real and i'm thriving

#//immortal; (OOC)#hsr spoilers #hsr leaks

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armageddidnt · 10 months

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Can I just talk about why I’m so utterly devastated that Aziraphale chose the job in Heaven? Over being together with Crowley? First, I feel like Azirapahle should know that heaven is 100% trying to use and manipulate him by giving him this position. He has seen time and time again what literally all of the other angels think of him for remaining on earth, associating with Crowley in anyway, and literally stopping Armageddon. He is the most hated angel to exist (perhaps besides Gabriel), and he should know that none of the angels will ever truly like him or care about him. Not in the way that Crowley will. Also, he really should have learned from what happened to Gabriel. This was Heaven’s Chosen Archangel, and when Gabriel dared to choose a demon, when he dared to have a different opinion and decide that Armageddon wasn’t such a good idea after all (which is exactly what Aziraphale has done throughout the entire show), Gabriel was immediately cast out, threatened with destruction, and had all his memories erased. It is completely beyond me how Aziraphale doesn’t realize he is dangerously close to following that same path and that taking this job will leave him under the threat of such punishment for basically eternity. Gabriel was the Archangel, and even he was not safe. I know Aziraphale wants to do good, I know he wants to make a difference, but it just seems so inadvisable to do it by taking such an obviously dangerous position.

Second, another thing Aziraphale should have realized is that there’s no way Crowley would ever want to go back to heaven. Crowley said in season 1 that he won’t ever be forgiven. “Unforgivable, that’s what I am.” Crowley has been trying for the last 6000 years to convince Aziraphale that in all the ways that count, heaven is no better than hell and being an angel doesn’t actually mean you’re good. Crowley has been extremely vocal about his distaste for the Ineffable Plan, the wrath and punishment of God, and his hatred for Gabriel and any other angels that have threatened Aziraphale in the past. He’s just expressed so much dislike for heaven and God and angels that it absolutely blows my mind that Aziraphale would think Crowley would be excited about being “restored.” It just seems like such a fundamental part of Crowley‘s character: he will never be content to follow orders and he always asks questions when he knows something isn’t right. And Aziraphale is the one who should know Crowley best, and has known him for thousands of years, and apparently Aziraphale doesn’t even understand that about him. I’m not sure if I think that Aziraphale really should have known this and wouldn’t have offered the choice to Crowley, or if I’m just disappointed in Aziraphale because he did. I know Aziraphale has all the brainwashing and toxic culture of heaven to deal with, but Crowley has been trying to show him for 6000 years and Aziraphale would probably know better than anyone about the suffering that has been caused by heaven and God. (Not to mention the fact that Gabriel was able to do this and overcome millennia of brainwashing and toxic ideology in just 4 freaking years) So it’s really hard to accept that Aziraphale would be excited and take this position at all since there’s just so many reasons why it’s the absolute worst thing for him to do right now. His options are literally: the worst choice imaginable, or, be with Crowley and get everything he (or at least Crowley) has ever wanted. I know that Aziraphale still has to get to the point where he wants Crowley more than he wants heaven but damn does it hurt while he takes literal millennia to figure it out.

#good omens 2 #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #angel #good omens season 2 #I am in pain #stab me it would hurt less #WHY AZIRAPHALE WHY #YOU COULD HAVE HAD EVERYTHING #AND BEELZEBUB AND GABRIEL PROVED IT COULD BE DONE AND YOU STILL THREW CROWLEYS HEART AWAY #armageddidnt-blog #armageddidnt-pain #armageddidnt-thoughts-theories

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nightshadeshadow123 · 2 years

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Two Captains: Part 2

Part two for those that have asked, honestly didn't even knew anyone would want a part two this but glad to write this. Some more shameless smut bc I'm just shameless like that😏This took me ages to write and I'm utterly exhausted after this but I hope you all will enjoy this part, definitely enjoyed writing this.

Tagging: @devriesgoode 💖

Your eyes flicked around the room, growing rather bored of the meeting Tony was holding, apparently wanting to plan some sort of party he likes to host, and knowing Tony, he will definitely go extreme like always, nothing less than perfect.

You eternally groaned until your eyes landed on Peggy who was sitting next to you, sending you an amused smile, knowing full well how easily bored you could get when Tony is rambling about.

Sending her a smile back you putted your hand on her upper leg, feeling the woman tensing beneath you briefly, a questioning look in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She whispered tensely but not completely stopping you, only giving you more confidence, you only smiled innocently at her, squeezing her leg and turning back to Tony, pretending to be listening to him as much as possible, trailing your hand higher up her clothed leg while leaning against your other hand, your face blank as if you aren't teasing the woman underneath the table.

Sneaking your hand to Peggy's center and teasingly rubbing against it you had to bite back a huge grin when hearing the Captain letting out a startled gasp, tensing under your fingers, drawing all eyes of the team to her with raised eyebrows and curious gazes.

"Is something wrong Carter?" Tony asked with annoyance in his voice at having been interrupted in the meeting.

The brunette coughed into her hand briefly, making eye contact with you front the side of her eye before focusing back on Stark, her face back to to neutral, glad her hair is hiding her ears that is burning in embarrassment.

"Everything is alright. Sorry, just choked a little." She lied, her legs clenching against your hand that is still rubbing her through her pants.

Tony only raised another eyebrow at her, not fully convinced but turned back to talking again while the others does the same.

Peggy could hear you snickering under your breath along with Carol who was seated next to you, the blonde leaning forward to wink at the brunette with a cheeky smile and noticing you licking your lower lip teasingly along with Carol, squeezing her core that have her hands clenching on the armchair, brown eyes darting around briefly.

Peggy was still new to this whole thing of dating both you and Carol, and she had to admit she still had to get used to the fowardness you and the blonde Captain displayed, not having any shame in teasing her or talking dirty when she's literally sandwiched between the two of you and your wandering hands during training sessions and not to mention the times she walks in on you and Carol in heated makeout sessions, be it durning training, on missions, or at random places in the compound, and your or the blonde randomly kissing her and not caring who was there to see such intimate moments between the three of you while she was trying her best to keep her composure she have worked hard to gain even durning the war but you and Carol always managed to make that fly right out of the window and not give her a break, and even those heated gazes that was always fixed on her when she's within eyesight of the two of you, also adding that almost always when there is a famous Stark party being held she always finds you and Carol making out on a couch or sneaking off to a dark corner, or even again wandering hands when you are either dancing with her or Carol.

It felt like torture and Peggy finally let out a shaky breath of relief when Tony have finally let everyone leave the meeting room, the Captian rushing out as fast as possible after grabbing her shield.

You and Carol were walking side by side, still laughing among yourselves at the brunette Captain that have left so quickly.

"I swear, she's so funny all flustered, I just love seeing her that way when when usually am so confident and sure of herself." You said to Carol, your hand intertwined with hers, leaning your head against her shoulder and planting a kiss against had cheek making that beautiful smile bloom across her face, leaning in to kiss you on the mouth, lingering there for a moment.

"She definitely is. And I know very well how much fun you find in getting her flustered and worked up, you even love seeing me that way most times when you are feeling in that dominant mood." Carol mumbled before we paused when her phone rang, listening as she answered while still holding you close to her.

"I'll be there as soon as possible. Yeah don't worry about it, I'll handle it." She talked into the phone with her serious voice and confidence in each word, they exchanged a few more words before Carol hanged up, putting her phone away and turning to look back into your curios eyes, leaning down to kiss your nose to see you smiling at her.

"I have to go sadly. Fury just called and he wants me to go see him about a mission, apparently something about only me being able to handle it." She explained to me, grinning in amusement when seeing me make a pout at her words.

"But we had so much fun teasing Captain Carter. I'm sure she'd like a hand with a little...problem in her pants." You whined jokingly, leaning against her chest, batting your eyes at her while running a hand against her shirt, feeling her abs against your hand despite the fabric of the black shirt she's wearing in the way, seeing Carol's eyes darkened as they get lost in yours, eyes closing when you leaned up to plant kisses against the corner of her mouth while her hands move to your hips.

"Dammit. As much as I'd love continuing this and helping you in teasing Peggy I sadly can't decline. But you can sure help our woman out, I'm sure you'll have lots of fun. But will try and be back as soon as possible to you both." Carol said after reluctantly pulling away from you and planting a kiss against your lips, the disappointment clear in her voice for having to go.

"I know. We will miss you and be safe while out there please." You mumbled against sincerely into her shoulder before pulling away from the hug.

"I will be safe I promise." With that the blonde gave you one last lingering kiss before leaving to your shared room to get her things ready.

You made your way towards the hallway where everyone's rooms was, greeting Sam and Bucky who you passed, hearing them arguing about what movie they wanna watch as they made their way to the living took area, pausing briefly to greet you back.

"You want to watch a movie with us? Bucky over here is trying to say my movie choices suck." Sam gestured to Bucky who only rolled his eyes at his friend.

"Naw, sorry Sam, maybe next time we can hold a movie matron day where each get to choose a movie to watch but right now I have something important to do." You replied to the two.

'I have a certain brunette Captain to do.' You had to bite back a smirk at your thought as Sam and Bucky said their goodbye before leaving you as you made your way towards Peggy's room, knocking on the door, it wasn't too far from yours and Carol's shared room.

Hearing shuffling about the room the door soon opened to reveal the brunette that's dressed in navy blue shirt that was tight enough to show her well built stomach and arms and fitting dark pants and her curls slightly messy over her shoulders.

"Well hello there Captain Gorgeous." You said in a daze, taking her in. You could never get tired of seeing her.

The British woman smiled shyly at your meaningful compliment, leaning in to kiss you, melting at the dazed look you are admiring her with and that sparkle of pure love and adoration ever present in your eyes that is fixed on her, lips slightly parted before it formed into a warm smile after she pulled away from the kiss.

"Hello to you too my dazzling darling." She murmured in her accent that have you swooning always, seeing your eyes darkened with your usual mischievous coy smile.

You pushed her back into her room with your hand on her stomach, closing the door behind you while keeping your eyes fixated on Peggy, pushing her backwards until she's sat on her bed and you are stoof between her legs.

"Now, what are you up to again? Haven't you teased me enough yet in the meeting hmm?" She questioned with a chuckle while looking up at you, moving her hands to your hips.

"I haven't gotten enough time to tease you enough, you left so fast after it finished." You started into her brown eyes, one of your hands moving to the side of her face, feeling the soft skin of her cheek when she leaned into your palm, eyes closing when you leaned on to plant kisses against her mouth that soon started to turn heated, ignoring the fact that both yours and her lipstick will be slightly smeared.

"I swear that you and Carol are dead set on ruining me as much as possible, aren't you?" She breathed out between kisses, her eyes snapping open when your hand moved from her face to grab her brown locks of hair and pulling it back to have her making out contact with your slightly taller form between her legs, having to bite back a whine at the intense look in your eyes while you stared her down, your knee resting lightly against her core now between her legs.

"You can bet we are. Ruining The Captain Carter feels so good. Feeling you coming undone for us and only us, those delicious sounds you make and just letting yourself lose control and give into the pleasure of it all. The way you try and keep your composure while being teased, It's something I just can't get over to see you in such way." You said smugly, enjoying the way she's fighting the urge to not just grind against your knee desperately while you are pulling on her hair and making her keep eye contact with you.

You leaned down to kiss her hungrily one last time before breaking away from the messy kiss much to her dismay but when you started pulling her navy blue shirt off she lifted her arms to help you, seeing the way your eyes darkened as they roam her bare chest and abs, humming in approval.

"You are so beautiful." She smiled at your compliment, wanting to thank you but she was cut off when your lowered your face to her chest, kissing over her neck until you reached one of her breasts, palming it on one side while taking her other one into your mouth, sucking on it teasingly as her hand got tangled into your hair, a breathy sigh leaving her parted lips when you bite her nipple softly and swirling your tongue around it to sooth it, groping her other breast greedily.

Soon switching to her other breast you gave it the same attention, humming happily at the way the other woman is enjoying this and the occasional tug on your hair and the sounds she is making, completely relaxed against you.

Licking your lips slightly after detaching your mouth from her soft breast you admired your handy work of having left some red mark on her chest, moving to stand back between her legs to tower over her again while playing with her hair until your eyes landed on the mirror near her bed, a wicked smirk crossing your face when a idea flashed through your mind, ignoring the way Peggy is trying to think what could have you smirking that way.

You soon focused back on the brunette, your hands moving to her pants and starting to pull them down her legs, feeling her shifting against you to help you until the fabric is carelessly lying on the floor along with her shirt, the only thing left is her white panties but that didn't stop you from rubbing her through them and feeling the wet patch there caused by you, feeling the woman slightly moving against your hand to feel more friction, glaring when you pulled away to look at her with a hungry look.

"All wet for me Captain? Who knew you'd be such a slut for me." You said amusedly without any shame.

Peggy tried coming up with a remark but you putted a finger against her mouth, playing with her lower lip while keeping your eyes focused on hers.

"Remove that panty for me." You ordered, removing your finger from her lips and crawling onto the bed, making yourself comfortable against the comfortable pillows, watching her every move like a hawk as she shakily got up and removed the ruined fabric, letting it drop to the floor, trying to ignore the feeling of your hungry eyes trailing over the expanse of her back and the way her hair is falling over her shoulders before she turned back to look at you.

"Come over here Peggy." You mentioned her over with your finger, eyes taking her in completely with a possessive gleam in your eyes, watching her making her way over until she's next to you on the bed, leaning over to kiss you when you smiled at her, feeling more confident but still a bit shy at your lingering eyes.

You kissed her back softly, trailing the tips of your fingers against her arm and up to hold her face.

When you broke away from the kiss she was confused when you pulled her, gesturing for her to lie against your chest with her back, doing as you wished until she her lower half was between your parted legs, only now realizing what you intention was when she saw the reflection of the two of you in her mirror, watching as your hands trailed her hips and moving up to squeeze her boobs, leaning your chin on her shoulder to make eye contact with the flustered woman, sending her a wink.

"Touch yourself for me slut." You hummed against Peggy's ear, taking the tip of it into your heated mouth while making eye contact with her through the mirror, your hand still playing with her boobs, seeing the blush that the older woman was trying to fight off while keeping eye contact with you through the mirror, her hand tentatively moving slowly over her toned stomach until you grabbed her hand in yours, guiding hers to touch her heated center, a surprised moan leaving her mouth when she felt her wetness and the way your fingers ghosted over her folds along with her own that was guided by you.

"That's a good Captain. Just feel how pathetically wet you are for me." The praise falling from your lips against her ear had the brunette blushing, trying to hide her face in your neck while you guided her hand to add two of her fingers inside of herself after enough teasing, feeling her tense, her warm breath hitting your neck when she let out a shaky moan when you pulled your hand away, letting her finger herself while chuckling darkly.

"Keep eye contact with me slut." You yanked her by the hair to have her eyes back on the mirror, smirking when her hooded dark eyes connected with yours, trying to keep her hand at a steady pace, feeling embarrassedly aroused at the sounds from her wetness each time she trusted her fingers back in.

You resumed your earlier attack with playing with her boobs, still keeping eye contact with her through the mirror even when you started planting kisses agaisnt her strong shoulders, enjoying the way she shivers against you, her head leaning back against your shoulder, trying her best not close her eyes and keep eye contact with you, the occasional moan leaving her painted lips, enjoying all the sensations both her own fingers brought and yours on her skin along with your mouth, a warm fire burning inside of her stomach.

"That's it. You are doing so good for me Captain." You mumbled against her neck, still focused on her hand between her legs as she moaned and tensed, thrusting her hips to meet with each thrust of her fingers inside of her soaked heat, gasping when drawing dangerously close to her orgasm.

"Cum for me slut." You urged the brunette, your hand finding hers that was buried between her legs to quicken her pace, enjoying the wetness that you found dripping from her.

"I'm-m gonna-" She was trying to form a sentence but failed when cut of by a loud moan, her hips and body tensing over yours when her orgams crashed through her full force, cussing incoherently while continuing to move her fingers inside of herself guided by you to help her in the after waves of bliss as she panted, eyes screwed shut while biting her lower lip, surely leaving it bruised, her muscles tensing and untensing again your body, breath unsteady and trembling when you pulled her coated hand away from her aching oversensitive center, whining at the sudden emptiness.

"You did so good for me Peggy. And you look so divine like this, all spread out and panting for me and such delicious sounds you make for me." You praised her, running your fingers through her tangled locks, kissing her heated cheek softly.

Peggy was speechless, only able to keep her head against your shoulder and giving you a breathless smile when opening her eyes to make eye contact with you, a few strands of her hair flying with each of her breaths, smiling adoringly back at the brunette when she kissed you softly, relaxing when you trailed your other hand over her stomach, watching curiously as you guided her coated fingers up to you mouth, her mouth parting partly when you sucked her digits into your mouth, sucking on them teasingly, humming around them at her familiar taste, whining at the sensation of your tongue running over her fingers to clean her up and a few smeared prints of your red lipstick on them.

"You taste so good." You hummed when releasing her fingers, planting a kiss against her mouth, tongue clashing against hers when she eagerly opened her mouth, tasting herself in your mouth with a low moan, swallowing the sound greedily.

Breaking away from the heated kiss Peggy panted for breath, relaxing while you intertwined your fingers with hers and rubbing her hip slowly with your other hand, kissing the side of her head gently while enjoying the blissful moment of having her in your arms and seeing her this relaxed.

You soon felt Peggy shifting above you until she's hovering over you with a sly smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek then your lips, one of her hands moving underneath your shirt, fingertips dancing across the soft skin.

"My turn." Is all she mumbled against your mouth before sitting up, tugging at your shirt, a indication that she wants it off and you happily remove it, throwing it over the side of the bed carelessly, feeling her unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs and discarding them on the floor too.

She made quick work of removing your red lace bra, attaching her lips to your one of your breats while fondling with the other one, pinching it slightly, humming as you arched into her body while tugging on her hair and whining her name when her fingers slipped beneath your matching panties, teasing your slit and gathering the wetness there.

"You look just as beautiful darling." She said warmly when pulling away from your breast, pushing you until you are leaned back against the pillows again and hovering above you, leaning in for another kiss while pulling your panties away until they tore making you break away from the kiss this time, seeing her discarding the torn fabric on the floor to join the pile of clothes from you both, smiling sheepishly.

"Oops."

You chuckled at the brunette, not really bothered at the fact that she have just tore one of your panties.

"I don't really care about that one but you do need to know that this was Carol's favorite set on me so maybe she's the one going to punish you for that when she see it."

Peggy only smiled innocently at your words.

"Too bad she's not here to do that now. But she isn't here and for the time being you are just mine." With those words she trailed her hand over your side while kissing at your chest, biting your nipples teasingly, ghosting her fingers over you clit when she reached between your legs, forcing your legs back down when you tried to get her to touch you more.

"Who's the needy one now?" She said teasingly, slipping the tip of her finger inside of you and rubbing against your walls torturely slow while looking down at you, taking in the sight of you, hair sprawled over the pillow and looking up at her with a soft smile on your slightly messy lips, squirming beneath her while her finger is teasing your entrance slowly.

"Can't help it when it comes to you, Captain."

Peggy slipped two fingers inside of you, going slow at first until you thrusted your hips up to meet with her hand, urging her to go faster.

"Faster Peggy." You urged her with a whine, desperate to feel more, humming appreciatively when she obliges to your request and adding a third then fourth finger in your heated core, surprised how tight you feel around her fingers and the sloppy sounds, feeling embarrassedly aroused again while watching you, rubbing her legs together to try and relief herself a bit, biting her lip, frustrated at her legs not nearly being enough to help herself and leaving her even more aroused, shifting to rub herself against your thigh.

You opened your eyes at feeling her rubbing against your thigh, feeling how wet she is against your skin, biting her lip while still looking down at you, this caused you to get an idea when your eyes connected with her dark ones.

You moved your hand to between Peggy and your tight when she shifted, rubbing against her core and smirking up at her while she eyed you curiously with a smile, grinding against your hand while keeping the pace of her fingers inside of your core steady, feeling the warmth of your walls enveloping all four of them.

It didn't take you too long to ease three of your fingers inside of her too, starting out slow while rubbing her nub with your thumb in circles, drawing breathy moans from the brunette while she thrusted back against your fingers with each thrust of them into her aching core and your free hand digging into her hip and guiding her.

"You are so insatiable." She mumbled in amusement, leaning her head against yours to stare into your eyes, her breath mixing with yours, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against hers.

Chuckling wickedly at the brunette captain you kept your fingers buried inside of her, enjoying the way she is thrusting back onto your fingers.

"I think the real insatiable one is you Captain Carter. You are the one that tried getting some relief while touching me by grinding yourself against my thigh and now getting yourself off again on my fingers. So it's you being insatiable this time." Your voice was full of smugness while you teased the British lady while thrusting your fingers up with each movement of her hips, rubbing against the spot that have her seeing stars, the movement of her fingers inside of you faltering for a moment to bite back a loud moan and willing herself not to come already again, still a bit sensitive from her previous orgasm.

"Are you close my British flower?" You asked softly when feeling her tightening around your fingers, her breath against your shoulder getting unsteady while her fingers continued to thrust into you again.

Peggy's heart swelled at your pet name for her, smiling softly but nodding in answer against your head, eyes snapping open with a burning intense look that took your breath away, adoration in her eyes.

"I'm close too." You mumbled, pulling her by the hair into a heated kiss, biting at her lower lip until she let your tongue into her mouth, battling against hers while moaning, hips stuttering against your hand, nearly falling over the edge again when feeling you tightening around her digits, moaning into her mouth while your legs raised even more while you came undone around her digits, coating her fingers in your juices while whining as her fingers came to a slow stop, smiling down at you when you pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily, ears ringing and heart beating fast while you came back down from your blissful state of your release.

"Woah." Was all you managed to get out, strands of your hair flying about while you breathe heavily, your breath mixing with hers while she watched you through hooded eyes with a soft smile, kissing your cheek.

You focused yourself back on Peggy after catching your breath, feeling her still thrusting onto your fingers, curling your fingers to rub against her spot again, drawing a particular loud moan from her, her eyes falling shut and panting against you, her head moving to your shoulder, biting down on your shoulder to try and contain more of her sounds threatening to spill from her mouth.

"Come for me Peggy." You urged the brunette beauty, moving your free hand to play with her soft messy locks, rubbing her scalp softly while kissing her head, feeling the way she's growing closer by the second, her wetness against your fingers growing even more wetter.

She tried saying something else but once again was cut off by her own orgasm crashing through her, only able to stay laid on top of you, limbs completely turned into jelly while moaning breathlessly, heaving to catch her breath for a moment while you cooed against her hair, moving to rub her back softly while telling her how good she did, your hand completely soaked with her release, feeling it dripping against your thigh when you removed your fingers from her heated core, feeling her relaxing against your body completely, staying with her head buried against your shoulder, eyes shut and still trying to catch her breath and slow her beating heart back to normal, just enjoying the moment and the feeling of your skin against hers and the way you are caringly running a hand over her back softly to ease her down and your words of praise and encouragement making her feel warm inside again.

"My whole body feels like jelly." Peggy hummed after a few moments, moving her head to make eye contact with you, smiling tiredly while you chuckle at her words, moving your hand to brush a few stay strands away from her eyes, resting your hand against her cheek while watching her adoringly, pure love shining in your eyes as your watch her nuzzling into your palm, kissing it softly.

"I love you so much darling." Peggy said sincerely when your eyes met again.

"I love you so much too my British flower." You said back warmly, rubbing her cheek lovingly while she stayed on you, yours legs tangled together.

"I love when you call me that." Peggy admitted with love and happiness in her eyes, moving her hand to intertwine with your free hand, bringing it up to kiss the top of your hand softly, enjoying the moment of staying tangled together for longer until you reluctantly slipped from underneath her making her groan in protest hand still intertwined with yours while trying to pull you back to onto her bed.

"No, please let's stay like this forever." She whined making you laugh softly, the sound like music to her ears.

"As much as I'd love to stay with you tangled up forever I think we really should get cleaned up, just stay here for a while. I'm just going to the bathroom and run us a bath, I'll come get you when it's ready." You assured her with a smile, squeezing her hand softly before letting it go, walking to the bathroom that is joined to he room, feeling her eyes lingering on your naked form until you dissapeared into the bathroom.

You soon returned to get Peggy and collect your clothes that was on the floor while the brunette got new clothes along with a set of hers for you to borrow for the time being if you had to leave her room, following you into the bathroom that is steamed over by the hot water in the tub, watching as you made yourself comfortable in the warm water, gesturing her over.

She soon joined you in the bath, sighing happily at the way her muscles relax at the familiar warmth of the water enveloping her body until you guided her over to lean her back against your front, trying to ignore the feeling of your soft breasts pressed up against her back while you began to rub her shoulders and neck, a dazed smile on her face at feeling her muscles relaxing even more when you began messaging her.

"You should be resting more often like this Peggy. Good thing you have me and Carol now to remind you to have a break and do this."

Peggy hummed in agreement with you, not at all protesting this because she knew she have been overworking herself a bit too much for ages, especially after having become the super soldier and having two caring girlfriends now to make her take much needed rest, relieved, appreciated, cared for and loved, she weren't going to complain, thinking back to the first time she was here and barely knew you and Carol but she could instantly see the ways you both always cared about each other and looking after each other and about the others you were close with, remembering how badly she have longed for such caring, kindness, compassionate and true love to be shown at her like that, a soft smile she didn't even know was there on her face at the memory, feeling truly happy at how things have turned out in the end.

Despite her wandering mind she still paid attention to you rambling on about the promised date from Carol for the three of you once she's back from a mission, the excitement in your voice being a true blessing to her while you moved to wash her hair caringly.

Ending this with fluff, I might be shameless in smut but I'm also super soft for fluff stuff😌

#captain carter x reader #peggy carter x reader #carol danvers x reader #captain carter #brie larson x reader #carol danvers #captain marvel

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Realizations Most Strange

Based on this request: "Strange x Reader: The reader is another mentor to Peter and when Strange sees the two of them working together it makes him realize that he’s completely in love with her"

a/n: i am way too proud of this title

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Stephen Strange is not in love. It would be impossible to describe how little he is in love, how straightforward his attitude is towards the world, how his heart has never skipped a beat once in his entire life. It’s unnecessary to even mention these sorts of things, because like he said, Stephen isn’t in love. Not in the slightest.

This wouldn’t explain why Wong seems convinced that Stephen does have a crush, however. It feels like not a day goes by without Wong happening to mention (typically with far less discretion as the other sorcerer seems to think) how fascinating it is to see Stephen dependent on someone else’s opinion of him. No matter how many times Stephen declares himself to be utterly impervious to anything of the sort, Wong never believes him.

Stephen can’t come up with any reason why Wong would think such a thing. It’s not like Stephen has ever expressed any interest in anyone else. Although it took time, he’s moved on from Christine, and he’s even able to smile over her relationship with another man. Simply put, there’s no one he could possibly admire quite so much as to warrant a crush, so being in love is out of the question.

If he were to be in love, though, Stephen could admit that being in love with Y/N L/N wouldn’t be all that bad. He isn’t in love, of course, and would gladly repeat that another thousand times if that’s what it took for people to accept it, but if he was, Y/N would be his first pick.

She’s another Master of the Mystic Arts, and has been in residence at the New York Sanctum for a couple of years now. Technically, Stephen thinks she was supposed to leave after six months, but for some reason that time constraint hasn’t been brought up since her arrival. He definitely has nothing to do with that.

At the moment, Stephen doesn’t have time to even begin to think about Y/N and his lack of a crush on her. The New York Sanctum is host to a guest this afternoon, a spiderling who’s just dropped by after his school day ends. Ever since the battle against Thanos and Tony Stark’s resulting sacrifice, Peter Parker has been coming over to visit.

The kid claims it’s for help with Avengers business. Stephen harbors a secret belief that it might actually have something to do with Peter’s need to see somebody, anybody to feel like he’s not quite so alone. When he’s around the other Masters of the Mystic Arts, Peter Parker is no longer at the top of the food chain when it comes to stopping extraterrestrial or simply weird threats to the city. He’s just some kid, like he always should have been.

That kind of relief has to feel good for a high school student. So, as much as Stephen pretends to roll his eyes and make sarcastic comments about it being past Peter’s bedtime the second the sun starts to set, it’s common knowledge that Peter will be welcome at the New York Sanctum at any time of any day.

Right now, he’s been passed over to Y/N for some light combat training. It’s one thing for Peter to use his webs against normal threats, like carjackers or your garden variety thug, but once you start messing with magic users, the rules of the game change.

They’re starting off fairly easy right now, with Peter trying to improvise on how to fight Y/N while she’s using portals or conjuring amber bands of spells to combat his webs. The kid can pick up new things pretty well, even Stephen can admit that, but he’s still rough when it comes to unusual foes.

Case in point: Y/N ducks under a web spiraling at her head and launches a glowing sphere of magic at Peter. It bowls him over cleanly and he falls to the ground. The two of them have taken the precaution of putting padding and mats on a large section of the floors in the Sanctum training room, so Peter only suffers a mild case of getting the air knocked out of his lungs. That’s Stephen’s professional diagnosis, at least.

Y/N leans over him, extending an arm to help the younger boy up. She laughs at the startled look on his face, and reaches over to casually muss up his head. Stephen’s watching the proceedings from a higher level, so he can’t exactly make out what’s being said, but he can see that they both break out into laughter.

Something strange happens the longer Stephen watches. It’s as if time slows down, even though he hasn’t laid a single finger to the green Infinity Stone. He can see the sunlight gleaming in through open windows, cascading around Y/N to land in golden puddles at her feet. It makes sense on some level in Stephen’s brain, that even light itself would be drawn to her. What in this world, or the countless beyond it, wouldn’t want to be near her if it could?

His knuckles are white on the railing of the balcony as Stephen leans over the edge. He doesn’t realize that he’s doing it until his hands start to ache, phantom pains from an injury that still plagues him. Stephen has long associated that kind of hurt with what happened when he was still with Christine, but now he’s turning his mind to focus on a new sort of feeling, one centered around an entirely different woman.

Y/N laughs again, and the faintest whisper of it makes the journey up to where Stephen stands. It is here, collecting in the echoes of that joy, that he realizes something once and for all, a truth he’s been running from for who knows how long.

Stephen is in love, and he is in love with her.

Wong looks up, surprised, when Stephen all but throws open the door to his office. The Sorcerer Supreme puts down his book on the desk in front of him, starting to rise.

“What is it, Strange?” Wong asks, clearly unnerved by Stephen’s behavior. “Has something happened? Are we under attack?”

“No,” Stephen assures him. “Not now, at least.”

Wong gestures for Stephen to take a seat, but he can’t manage to pull himself together long enough for that to happen. Instead, Stephen starts to pace back and forth across Wong’s office. Wong looks mournfully at the carpet under Stephen’s feet, as if silently cataloging how much it’s going to cost to buy a new one after Stephen wears this one to shreds under the force of his stress.

“What’s wrong, then?” Wong prods gently after Stephen stays silent.

At last, Stephen is able to freeze in place, and turns to Wong with a haunted look. “I think I’m in love.”

Wong stares at him for a moment, then breaks out into loud laughter. Even Stephen’s agitation calms for a moment, forgotten as he stares at Wong in sheer confusion. Wong continues to laugh for what must be at least a full minute or two, the same rough, booming sound echoing around them.

Eventually, Wong is able to contain himself, and goes on speaking as if he hadn’t ever been interrupted. “I knew it. I called this months ago. It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

Stephen is forced to nod in agreement, which makes Wong raise a finger in vindication.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Wong says, “And you didn’t listen, but you are now. I was wondering when this day would come.”

“Alright, alright,” Stephen says, raising his hands to ward off Wong’s triumph if anything else, “I get it, you were right, I was wrong. Now what do I do?”

Wong blinks at him. “Why are you asking me that? I’m your coworker, Strange, not your therapist. Go figure this out on your own time.”

Stephen pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I get that, but I don’t know what to do.”

Wong shrugs. “You dated Christine for a while, didn’t you? Just do that again.”

Stephen frowns. “We broke up because I told her that she couldn’t have any meaning to me. After that, I was friendzoned and now she’s engaged to someone else.”

“Okay, so don’t do that,” Wong contemplates, “Look, it’s easier than you think. You’re just complicating things. You do that a lot.”

“Thanks,” Stephen says with a clearly forced smile.

“No problem,” Wong replies happily, “Always here to help.”

Stephen doesn’t bother to respond to that, just glares balefully at his friend.

Wong sighs. “Fine, fine. No need to burst a vein. How about you do something simple? Take her out for dinner or something. Hell, even coffee. She’s going to need coffee to keep up with you.”

Stephen’s eyes narrow. “I’m confused, were you encouraging me to ask her out or not? Because right now it sounds like you don’t like the idea of the two of us together.”

Wong chuckles. “Oh no, I think it’s a fantastic idea. You need someone like Y/N in your life to keep you in check. I just like making fun of you.”

“Figures,” Stephen mutters, but thanks his friend for the advice anyway.

In truth, Wong’s not wrong. Stephen does have a habit of overthinking and overdoing things, especially when it’s about the people in his life that really matter. He’d tear down this universe and the next if it meant keeping his loved ones safe.

So, basically, getting this right is really important, both for Stephen’s general happiness and his future of friendships at the New York Sanctum. He waits for Peter to leave, which takes far more time than Stephen’s feeble patience can really tolerate, then heads down to meet Y/N alone as soon as he can.

Y/N’s collecting the mats from the training room floor, so Stephen helps out, conjuring up a few spells to clean up the space.

She smiles at him gratefully. “Thanks for the assist.”

“Thanks for babysitting the kid,” Stephen responds.

Y/N laughs. “It’s not as bad as you think. Sure, he can be a little exuberant, but it’s just fun.”

“Yeah, it’s because he likes you the best,” Stephen argues, “but I can’t blame him.”

The last part of his sentence is quieter, but Y/N still hears it. She cocks her head to the side questioningly. “What do you mean?”

This is it, his chance. Stephen exhales and turns to face her. “I was wondering, if you weren’t too busy–”

Y/N cuts him off with a wry grin. “Who isn’t busy around here?”

He must have looked quite pained when she interrupted him, because Y/N holds up her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m quiet. What were you wondering?”

Stephen does his best to steady his nerves despite the suspension in his adrenaline fuelled offer. “I was wondering if you would want to go get coffee with me sometime. You know, one of these mornings. Not the night, that wouldn’t make sense. And if you don’t like coffee, we could always just go to a different type of shop, or get something else, or–”

Y/N saves him again, laughing quietly. “I think getting coffee sounds like an excellent idea to me. Is this a date, Stephen?”

She looks at him with a curious grin, mischievously prodding. Stephen nods, hoping that he’s not about to ruin this whole thing.

“Yeah,” he says, “Yeah, it is a date. Are you still okay with that?”

Y/N fixes him with her most brilliant grin yet, and Stephen feels the last of his worries melt away from him. “I would be more than okay with that.”

With that, she picks up the last of the mats and turns to put it away, leaving Stephen standing there with a more than self satisfied smile. Perhaps he’s managed to make this work after all. He wouldn’t believe it himself were it not for the joy on Y/N’s face when he asked her out, but it’s true. He’s got a date, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 1 year

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remembered that one thing cc!tommy said when talking about the finale where he raised the question about whether c!dream planned it or not and this appeared on my notes app suddenly. help.

TWs: abuse, infantilisation, codependency, isolation, possessive behaviour, victim blaming, manipulation, c!Dream’s perspective is it’s own warning tbh.

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“dream?”

tommy's eyes were adorably wide, his face innocent and curious. so dependent. helpless, apart from dream's mercy.

prime, he couldn’t thank xd enough for this. it was perfect.

“yes, my little bug?”

“i, uh…” tommy took a nervous glance to the floor, fiddling with the white hair on his fringe. seeing tommy with all those scars, every one proof of the fun the two of them had done together, yet completely oblivious to any of it, was so amusing it was hard to not laugh sometimes. “you remember when we met? and, uh, the other boy, the one with the horns.”

huh. hearing that stupid fucking ram mentioned still filled him with utter rage. he'd ruined everything, hadn’t he? and it couldn’t have been tommy's fault. kind, sweet tommy, who'd been the only one to reach an olive branch, who'd been the only one to realise he was simply misguided and never wrong even to the last. he had to have been manipulated, forced. the idea of anyone hurting tommy like that, just to get at him, filled him with pure, blind rage.

at least when he hurt tommy it was always for their own good.

he forced his tone to be level. “what about him?”

“i want to go and meet him again, maybe? i went out, and i found his base is super close to ours, so i was thinkin', maybe the two of us could go and-“

tommy yelped in surprise as dream slapped him. it wasn’t anything harsh, not enough to do more than sting a bit, but the hurt in his eyes was an almost comical overreaction. of course, though, it was the first time he'd hit tommy since the incident. he'd get used to it, if he kept misbehaving.

“oi! what the fuck, man? i- i- why did you hit me?” tommy sniffled. good to know he was always a little drama queen. how fascinating. “dream, i thought you- i thought you wanted to be my friend…”

“shh, shh. tommy, of course i want to be your friend. you’re almost like a little brother to me, remember? and that means i have to keep you safe. even with tough love.” dream smiled, gently reaching out to ruffle tommy's hair, revelling in the adorably confused look on his face. “it’s normal, tommy. this is how all friends act, remember?”

“oh.” tommy sounded utterly ashamed. “i- i didn’t fuckin' know, man. it just… it doesn’t feel right. it feels all like- like it makes my stomach turn all wiggly and throat all burny. like i'm getting a fever or sommat.”

“and that’s why you need me, right?” dream beckoned tommy over- his tommy, his sweet, helpless little brother, his to protect, his to watch over. if the rest of the server would reject his gentle hand, he could at least take care of one person. maybe he wasn’t useless. wrapping his arms around tommy, he let the boy cry into his shoulders. seeing tommy so unguarded was proof he was helping, right? “i know you can’t remember much, little bug. i can remember it all for you.”

tommy continued to throw himself a pity party for a bit, before pulling away, still sniffling. “i- i know you’re right, man, you always are, dream. always. but why can’t we meet him?” oh so innocent. so naive. it broke dream's heart, sometimes.

“tommy, the outside world is dangerous. it'll chew you up and spit you out. it'll change you, from the brother i love into a scared little shell. it'll convince you to hate everything that keeps you safe, to misbehave. it'll tell you you need to hide your kindness behind a shield, that you need to be angry and aggressive and hide everything you love. it’s safer here, where i'll never judge you or hurt you, right?”

tommy raised a hand to his cheek, furrowing his brow. “but…” he sighed. “alright, dream. but if you’re lying about this, i'm gonna fuckin' kill you.”

oh, if only he knew. “of course, tommy. i'd never lie to you, would i?”

tommy lowered his head, obviously ashamed of himself for questioning dream. good. he was learning. “course you wouldn’t. sorry, man.”

“oh, tommy. if only you knew what i've been through to keep you safe.”

#my writing #dream smp #dream smp fic #primeboys (derogatory)#tw abuse #tw infantilisation #tw codependency #tw isolation #tw possesive behaviour #tw victim blaming #tw manipulation

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catboykilljoy97 · 9 months

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As mentioned, I'm starting a weekly "life updates" post! Hidden below the cut, so if you're not interested, scroll on by

Yikes, sitting here typing this out feels so...self serving x_x but hey, I like seeing update posts about people's lives, and it's not like I'm forcing anyone to read this if they don't want to. Plus, maybe act like a pressure valve, so I don't go off ventposting again (again if you followed me last winter/spring oh god i am so sorry)

And now...ooh, what do I say? My life's not super interesting right now. The web development stuff is going well. For those of you who don't know (which I guess is all of you, idk if I've told the full story yet)-- since march, I've been learning how to become a web developer/web programmer! Basically, the story is, my dad and my aunt both work in web development (she handles more of the client side of it, he handles more of the code-writing). When I showed an interest in having any kind of computer-y job, my dad started hinting at me that if I learned how to do what he does, I could take over some of his clients, wink wink, nudge nudge. I was kinda ehhhhhh about it for a while (working with my dad is weird for a lot of reasons, i wasn't sure I could get used to having a desk job, and also I didn't want to be a nepo baby 😐). But, after my life completely and utterly went to shit hit a low point, I decided to at least give it a try. Not like I had anything to lose, right? Especially not my dignity, ye gods. And as a then-25-year-old community college washout who's spent the last 4 years working part time at a grocery store and trying sometimes failing to avoid become a psych ward regular again...yeah, I had to be realistic about what my options were.

So I went online to figure out what I needed to know, how to learn it, and how fast I could learn it. And the answer to the last question is, way faster than you'd think! And I'm actually liking it a lot so far! working with my dad is weird tho and i still don't want to be a nepo baby lmao I'm trying to see it more like an apprenticeship, maybe. And eventually, hopefully I'll be able to completely take over some of his clients, even get some of my own, have my own business, my own servers maybe, and actually make more than poverty wages for the first time in my life. A guy can dream, right?

Other than that, not much going on. Haven't been doing any writing lately. Brain not cooperating. Everything's just...ehhh. The worries/obessions aren't as bad, but having to constantly bat them away is taking a toll. It's like a constant low-level background noise, which is better than it's been, but it also still sucks.

I'm working on it, though, My goal is to get out more. Go new places. See new people. Maybe even interact with them. Most of my worries/obsessions revolve around being different/morally lesser/less deserving than other people, and of being disliked/ostracized/not fitting in. gee, i fucking wonder why. And, as it turns out, if you have those preexisting beliefs, and if most of the people whose lives and opinions you see are random fuckos on reddit, it's gonna further convince you that people are going to nitpick and hate you for...everything I'm worried people will nitpick and hate me for (keeping it vague here).

Aw, shit, this is getting long. There's more I was gonna say, but maybe I'll leave it for next week. Consider this a trial run.

#cbkj life updates #these are probably gonna be on saturday/sunday ish #cause sunday&monday are usually my weekend so the timing works out #but don't count on consistency lmao

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impishtubist · 1 year

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Voldemort had vanished like a day or so prior, if nothing else then they should have insisted on questioning Sirius to see if he knew what was going on. There’s no way that Voldemort’s body was found, that would have been brought up in book 5 when everyone’s insisting Harry and Dumbledore are liars or Hagrid would’ve mentioned finding Voldemort’s body upstairs with Harry and Lily’s body, so they definitely couldn’t have been convinced Voldemort was gone-gone after a single day. The believed traitor was the perfect person to interrogate for answers but no, for some reason everyone went “Oh, Voldemort vanished and we have no bod? No questions here, clearly the answer is that he was utterly vaporized by the baby that can’t cast any spells.” Like, this man terrified the entire country for over a decade, why didn’t anyone ask questions about this? You’d think, after over a decade of him waging war and murdering people, that others would be cautious and insist on answers to make sure he’s not coming back again, but no

Also, I think you’re right. I can’t remember exactly, but I’m pretty sure Sirius does arrive after Hagrid. Hagrid talks about comforting him and thinking he’d just heard the news, so it’s not long after everything goes down that Sirius arrives, but like you said, Sirius is demanding his godson back so presumably that would’ve been his first course of action had Sirius arrived first. We know that Sirius prioritizes Harry’s safety above everything else, he escapes an inescapable prison on his own because he learns the traitor is near Harry and nobody else knows this, so once he saw James’s body, he’d have rushed upstairs to check on Harry. He would’ve been devastated and heartbroken, but Sirius also knew that James and Lily trusted him with Harry’s safety if anything happened to them. Plus, I think Hagrid talks about seeing him arrive on his bike which kind of necessitates Hagrid being there first

Yeah, everyone should have been asking WAY more questions after Halloween. Sirius was the traitor? For how long? Are we sure he wasn't Imperiused? Did anyone check his wand? If he WAS the traitor, how did he manage to fool all of us? Etc.

#imp speaks

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids.

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint?

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower.

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes.

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer.

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest.

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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tw; mention of noncon, breeding, babytrapping, etc

how would reader’s life be like if she was raped by eren and ended up pregnant (to his delight) right after graduation?? i’m sure he would gaslight the reader and manipulating her into marrying him and would forced her to have his child so she would forever be bound to him and can’t escape him

would he abuse her when she’s not acting like the wife/mother he had in his mind? all while acting like this amazing good man to his child?

Title: Partum

SYNOPSIS: Eren fucks a child into you. Doesn't matter if you don't want it.

TW: noncon, breeding, baby trapping, domestic abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, mentions of abortion, non-explicit sex

A/N: This was a really really good scenario that I was just going to respond in headcanons to but couldn't resist making something of it. Thank you so much nonnie for your wonderful brain. Your questions will be fulfilled soon :)

PART ONE

So okay picture this. It's graduation, and in the weirdest of ways, you honestly do feel like you'll miss high school just a little bit, even Eren because he's been a constant fixture in your life, just always being there. Never mind the fact you've thought the world of him since elementary school and maybe you were hopelessly in love with him.

But you're excited about new horizons, excited at the prospect of going out of state, meeting new people, and not having to be abused every day by the most popular boy at school.

You really should have been careful bc all this optimism softens your guard and you end up going to that graduation party. Eren is always quick to avoid you in crowds of people so you’re utterly shocked when he pulls you into a room, already hastily unbuckling his belt. You already know what’s going to happen but you’re literally pleading he doesn’t cum inside bc you’ve been off the pill for some time now, and he just kind of laughs in your face. And you’re just begging and begging, and Eren softly kissed your forehead, and right then and there you’re utterly convinced he’s going to listen to you because he’s so gentle and sweetly promising that he’ll put a condom on and everything will be alright.

And you close your eyes in utter relief.

And then he unsheathes himself inside of you. Bending your body to his will. His cock hitting all your nerves at a brutal pace until finally he shudders and lets himself paint your insides with milky white.

The next few weeks you’re feeling sick. Throwing up in the mornings. You’re not an idiot. There’s no abortion clinic in your small conservative town, so you have to legit plan everything, and it's so stressful. You're pulling out clumps of hair and staring at your belly in the mirror, even though the sensible part of you knows it's too early to show. Is there anyone you can depend on? Your mother is too busy to ever give you time.

There is only one person you can turn to.

You show up at his doorstep and his beautiful mom opens the door. The lines of sickness are evident on her face but she's still so radiant. She ushers you in with a kind smile, telling you how much she missed you coming over.

it is exhausting to match her enthusiasm but you try your best. she winks when you stutter that you're here for Eren, and she informs you his room is just upstairs to the right, where it's always been.

At each step climbed, your heart gets heavier. The knocks you give his door could pass for a sigh. He slams his door open because he does everything violently. He doesn’t even look surprised to see you bc he’s never surprised, just a sharp raise of an eyebrow.

You hate to be seen this weak, especially at his mercy but the tears already spill as you try to explain. You expect him to tell you he can’t understand you’re blubbering, but he leads you to the bed [youre scared] and he lets you sit [youre relieved].

“So you’re pregnant?” You can see his jaw move, and there's an indescribable look in his eyes. He puts his hand over you in a gentle manner.

You look up with doe eyes, “I don’t have anyone else Eren.” He’s smiling, and not a feral grin, a genuine smile you haven’t seen in years.

You continue, “Can you please drive me to the abortion clinic? I know it’s the next state over but I’ll pay for gas and I’ll never ask for anything ag-“

The same hand that was holding you softly turns to a harsher grip, virid eyes narrowed into slits. You swallow thickly, "I know this is a lot to ask..." [no it isn't, he literally got you pregnant]

"I'm not going to let you kill my child." He's gritting each word out, forcing the syllables between his sharp canines.

"Wha-?"

He's right. You know that when he kindly reminds you that abortion was a sin. That everyone would outcast you. That you would burn in hell either.

You can feel anger weighing down your wrists, "You don't even care about God! Don't give me that bullshit now."

"I care about my child."

You're in shock. He kisses your knuckles, "I'll marry you. Isn't this always what you wanted?"

"When I was a child..." You mutter weakly, feeling your hummingbird pulse beat wildly.

He tucks your stray hair behind your ears, intertwining his fingers between the space of yours.

"I'll make you feel good." He whispers and you simply nod, letting your back hit the soft sheets. This is the Eren you've dreamed about. This is the princely Eren you think about in your bedtime fantasies.

He fucks you like-no. This is not fucking, this is not making love, it was proving it. He coaxes maybe half a dozen orgasms from your sensitive and quivering body. This was for you. All for you.

"We'll be good parents" He pants between thrusts.

"I don't want to have a baby Eren...I don't". You breathlessly whimper.

When he brings you to the edge of heaven like this, it's easier to sink in the foamy clouds. You're hearing his vocal cords moving but not really listening to his promises.

"You will." He mummers. "You will"

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capseycartwright · 3 years

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"I am fed up with half-measures. I deserve better." (Got huge buddie and malex vibes from this one 👀)

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The last thing Eddie expected to find at his door was Buck, of all people – not because Buck was an unusual fixture in his home; no, because Buck was supposed to be on a date.

Eddie had been trying his best for weeks now, to be the dutiful best friend, and support Buck’s relationship with Taylor – regardless of how much he wished Buck wasn’t dating anyone else – and it was hard. It was hard, and so Eddie was halfway through a tub of his favourite flavour of ice-cream (the excessively expensive one Buck had introduced him to, the one Eddie only bought when he knew Christopher wasn’t home). He’d also cracked open a bottle of wine Hen and Karen had given him as a thank you for babysitting Denny, one Saturday afternoon (he’d made a mental note to thank Karen – the woman had good taste in wine) and so Eddie was well settled in for an evening of feeling sorry for himself while Christopher was at a sleepover party.

Until – well, Buck decided to bang his door in.

Tucking his ice-cream into the crook of his arm, Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You have a key,” he reminded, looking a frazzled Buck up and down. He was clearly dressed for a date – wearing that blue striped shirt that made Eddie’s mouth water, a neat jacket over the top – but he was also clearly not on said date.

“I have had the worst day,” Buck declared dramatically, kicking his sneakers off in the hallway, brow furrowing as he noticed the bottle of wine on the table. “Do you have company?” he asked, clearly confused – Ana was long gone, to be fair, their relationship having ended weeks previously.

Eddie swallowed, glancing down at his very sad outfit of a pair of raggedy old sweatpants, and a grubby sweatshirt that had definitely seen better days – Eddie wasn’t a sentimental man, really, but Christopher always called it Eddie’s cuddliest sweatshirt, so Eddie didn’t have the heart to throw it out.

“No,” he reassured. “I don’t.”

“Wine, though?”

“Are you questioning my methods of self-care?” Eddie retorted. “I like wine, sue me.”

“All wine tastes the same,” Buck sighed, throwing himself on the couch, reaching for the bottle.

“You can have a glass,” Eddie intervened. “But I will kick you out of my house if you drink directly from that bottle, Buck. I’d like to pretend I have some level of class,” he sighed, padding into the kitchen and grabbing another wine glass – a set Abuela had bought him, when he’d moved to LA. “So,” he said, setting the glass down on the coffee table, pausing to take a scoop of his slowly melting ice-cream before he continued. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or are we going to play charades?”

Buck rolled his eyes, but took the wine glass, all the same, pouring himself a generous measure. He took a swig, before he spoke, raising an eyebrow. “Did you pick this out?” he questioned, no doubt thinking back to the evening where Eddie had been in charge of getting wine for their family dinner and had accidentally bought cooking wine. It was an easy mistake to have made, if you asked Eddie.

Eddie shook his head. “Present from Karen and Hen,” he clarified. “Stop deflecting.”

“I broke up with Taylor,” and oh, if Eddie hadn’t been waiting to hear those words for so long.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie tried, because he couldn’t look that happy about it, could he? It would give the game away – and in so many ways, Eddie was convinced his feelings were obvious, that he’d given the game away a long time ago, but Buck had never mentioned it.

“I’m not,” Buck looked furious, again. “I – we had this nice date planned, right? We made sure to pick a night where we were both off, where she doesn’t need to be in work early tomorrow, and I’m off, so we could get breakfast, too – really spend some time together,” he explained. “And I got to the restaurant and I waited, and I waited, and I waited for a fucking hour, Eddie, and nothing – no text, no call from her. I was sitting there, spiralling, wondering if she was – if she was dead, or something. Right? So, after an hour, I decided I was going to pass by the news station, and see what was happening, and do you know what she said?”

Eddie shook his head.

“That she’d told her intern to call me and cancel our date, because a story came up,” Buck practically spat. “I mean, is she serious? And like – I love that she has a career she loves, because she gets how I feel about being a firefighter, but she does this all the time and I just never feel like I’m even getting close to the top of her priority list. So, I – I asked her, if I was ever going to be something she prioritised over work, and she said no.”

Eddie winced. “She was honest, at least,” he tried.

“Totally,” Buck agreed. “And I appreciate the honesty – really – and it’s not like it ended on bad terms. We just didn’t want the same thing out of a relationship, and I’m not going to resent her for it. But – fuck, this is nice wine by the way – I am fed up with half-measures, Eddie,” he sighed, slumping back on the couch. “I deserve better.”

Eddie swallowed thickly. Buck did deserve better – and Eddie wasn’t going to sit here and pretend as though he was better, as though he knew he could be boyfriend of the year and give Buck everything he needed. But – Eddie loved him, and surely, surely that had to be enough? It had to be enough to love someone so much it felt like your love for them was etched into the very bones of who you were? Eddie so badly wanted to be enough.

“I wouldn’t,” Eddie said quietly, suddenly conscious of the melting ice-cream he was still gripping tightly. It had cost eleven dollars, he reminded – he should probably put it back in the freezer.

Buck looked at him, utterly confused. “What?”

“I wouldn’t love you in half-measures,” Eddie wasn’t sure where he was finding the bravery, to finally say it, to tell Buck how he felt, but somehow, somewhere, he’d found a bravery he wasn’t sure he’d ever had before. He had thought he’d be spending the rest of his life trundling along, desperately in love with a best friend who didn’t love him back. Eddie had accepted it, almost – because having Buck as a friend was better than not having Buck at all.

Buck’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide, and excited. “How would you love me, Eddie?” he asked, his voice soft, and trembling – the only giveaway that he felt as nervous as Eddie did, there and then, dangling on the precipice of something new, and wonderful.

“Forever,” Eddie said. “I’d love you forever, Buck.”

(And when Buck kissed him – he tasted like wine, and Eddie knew he tasted like wine, and Buck’s shirt was soft, under tentative fingertips as Eddie reached out to hold him the way he’d so desperately wanted to for so long, and –

Well, it felt like the beginning of forever.)

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ladyanput · 3 years

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Ok so this is the third time that I'm sending you an ask tonight. (or is it night time in your country?) I'm being annoying right now but whatever. So I've been cackling about those salt fics you wrote because they are just amazing. I have a request, though it is up to you to write it or not. So, can you write a salt fic where someone got an interview with Ladybug (probably Aurore) and then they ask her why they replaced the old heroes like Rena Rouge, Carapace and etc. and LB is just like I don't work with dumb shits or somethin'. Then there is also a new Black Cat (Probably Luka, Felix, or Damian) because Adrien here is an asshole and this fic is saltier than salt water. Then LB also insults Alya's blog and their school. Those foolish mortals get some lawsuits and the rest is up to you. (This request is probably messed up since it's already midnight here and I can't sleep.)

You're never annoying, I just apologize that it took me so long to get to you. I do hope you don't hold it against me, darling.

A one on one interview with Ladybug was basically unheard of if you weren't the Ladyblog or Nadja Chadwick. Ladybug had made it firm that she wasn't a celebrity, she was a hero. She wasn't there for clout, for attention, for fame or fortune. She just wanted to keep Paris safe.

That's was Aurore admired about her. And why she felt queasy as she sat across from the heroine, who had given her of all people an interview. But she got ahold of herself, taking deep breaths as the cameraman began counting down. And when he hit 'one', she put on her best smile and straightened in her seat.

"Hello Paris! Welcome back to 'Latest Buzz'! I am your lovable host, Aurore Beauréal. Today I am here with a very, very special guest, our very own heroine of Paris; Ladybug!"

Ladybug beamed right at the camera, but gave a shy little wave, giving away the nerves she obviously had.

"Now, Ladybug, I'm so glad you requested to be on the show. You know, I initially thought I had misheard when Estelle told me. Usually you're not big on personal interviews." Aurore gave her full attention to Ladybug, but keeping the bright, friendly smile and perfect posture.

"Well, I tried a few times actually. But when I did, none of them were really great experiences." Ladybug admitted and both girls immediately thought of that disastrous Face-to-Face interview. It left a bitter taste in their mouths. "My issue is that misinformation has been spread around a lot recently. It's made me realize that I need to find more trustworthy sources."

"Ladybug. I vow on my integrity as a host and Estelle's reputation as a journalist that we are people who research facts. We don't ambush our guests, we respect them." She said, placing a hand on her heart. Ladybug saw an honesty in her eyes that she hadn't seen in such a long time. It honestly made her feel.. Respected. "Now, Ladybug.. We both know you have a lot of fans. A lot of admirers. False information can be spread so easily these days, which sources specifically are you telling people to avoid?"

"Well.. With Face-to-Face, I found that I was entirely ambushed in that interview. I wanted to speak about my hero work, but instead Nadja kept trying to needle her way into my personal life. That picture she had shown in largely out of context; when Dark Cupid attacked and Chat Noir was under his spell, it was the only way to get him free."

"Yes, I remember watching that. I'll be honest Ladybug, I felt bad for you." Aurore bit her lip, but smiled a bit when Ladybug nodded. "I mean, Chat Noir wasn't helping either. He seemed to be trying to push this narrative forward that you two are a couple."

"And we're not!" Ladybug burst out before she could stop herself. Everyone in that studio could hear the utter stress and frustration in her voice. "I've begged and begged Chat Noir to stop with the flirting, the 'telling people we're dating', everything! I just wanted him to focus and he couldn't seem to do that!"

"Is that why you replaced him? Because of his slacking off and refusing to take anything seriously?" Aurora sat up an bit straighter, her eyes going wide.

".. Not exactly, no. It was a bunch of issues that eventually piled up and boiled over." Ladybug made some gestures with her hands, trying her hardest to find the words but just letting out a long and pained sigh in the end. "I do enjoy my new partner now. He is more serious, more stable. I know he won't go off and pout if I deny something he wanted. I needed an entirely new team, as a matter of fact."

"Well I am going to say, on behalf of everyone here, that we're glad. We swear on our integrity as journalists that if such rumours were to ever surface again, we will do our proper research." Aurore beamed and many of the staff and crew behind the cameras nodded and gave Ladybug their thumbs up. Honestly, it warmed Ladybug's heart to see such support.

When had been the last time someone had supported her like this? Sure, her parents supported her, but her friends..? Her peers? No, none of them had supported her in a long time.

"Speaking of research, I'd say to stay away from the Ladyblog." It burned to say it but it had to be said. Alya had crossed so many lines it wasn't even forgivable at this point. She had gone too far, had betrayed too many.

"Wait, what?" Aurore nearly jumped out of her seat but quickly composed herself, taking a deep breath. "Pardon me Ladybug, but the Ladyblog has been a vital source of information since the very beginning."

"And I'm not denying that!" Ladybug quickly held up her hands, her eyes desperate now. "But please let me explain. The Ladyblog was amazing in the beginning, but like all things, it started to go astray. It was things like trying so hard to find out my identity. Trying to push that narrative of that whole superhero couple thing.. Ladyblogger Alya Césaire has proven time and time again that she is not trustworthy. I mean, I thought she was my biggest fan. Why does she keep pushing my words aside?"

Many people who watched the interview would agree. If you idolized someone, respected someone, truly looked up to them.. Why would you push aside their words, their wishes to try and push the narrative you're so convinced is true, but isn't there?

"And don't get me started on the whole Lila Rossi craze she seemed to be on now." At Ladybug's mention of Lila Rossi, both Estelle and Aurore had to keep from rolling their eyes. They knew all about the girl.

"You speak as if you are quite frustrated, Ladybug. What an odd reaction to your best friend." Aurore leaned forward a bit in her seat. Everyone else got to the edge of theirs. Ladybug only shook her head, looking utterly defeated.

"That's the thing, she isn't my best friend." It took everything to keep from satin that she hated her, that she had taken away her friends and her life. "The only times she's met Ladybug is when she's been akumatized, which has been around six or seven times at this point. And the other things she's claiming are so outlandish! Saving Jagged Stone's kitten from a airport runway? Clara Nightengale stealing her dance moves? And the Ladyblog just posts it out there, claiming every single story is true. I'm just scared that people are taking this one hundred percent seriously. That's why I had to drop Rena Rouge and Carapace from the team as they believed Lila Rossi over me. They didn't even try to confirm these rumours! And it hurts to think that one day, someone will take Lila's words seriously and get hurt. What if she says it's safe to dip strawberries in bleach? Or tells someone that she found a way to tame some kind of wild animal? Someone would get hurt because they believe her story and try it out for themselves!"

"My goodness, I can definitely see how that is a problem. Misinformation is very easy to spread thanks to the internet, so you being worried is a very relatable thing." Aurore nodded, then tilted her head ever so slightly. "Ladybug, do you know anyone who has taken her word seriously? This is besides the Ladyblog of course."

Ladybug closed her eyes briefly, mentally debating with herself before finally giving in. These things needed to be said.

"Collège François DuPont. Now I wasn't there personally, but I heard about this situation and looked into it. The entire situation was appalling. Apparently a student was found to have cheated, assaulted another student, and commited thievery. But the thing that stuck out is only one person saw her do all of these things; Lila Rossi. No investigation was done, no questioning other students. This student was then expelled immediately. Her teacher and her principal didn't even give her a chance. And from what people have been saying, Miss Rossi's behaviour is actively encouraged in that school. She misses countless days, no, months of school, claiming she's traveling. But when she was supposedly in Achu, doing whatever it was she was claiming with Prince Ali, I was fighting her akuma here in Paris on Heroes Day!"

"I was at school the day that happened. I knew the student that happened to. They're the nicest person in that school! Never a bad thing to say about anyone, always willing to help! I agree with you on how things were handled, it's a level of incompetence that is baffling." Aurore's hands slowly curled into fists as she remembered it all. She slowly shook her head. "The principal, their teacher, their class who backed up Rossi. It must have hurt them so much, made them feel so alone."

"That's why I want people to be more careful with what information they take as fact. It's so important, because stuff like that can lead people to a desperate place. They feel alone, like the entire world is against them. I wouldn't have let the principal and the teacher get away with that gross negligence in their jobs." Ladybug leveled her gaze directly to the camera. "People of Paris, please listen to what I am saying. I am here to be a hero, to protect you from the terror of Hawkmoth and to defeat him. But please, do not be like Principal Damocles, do not be like that teacher and her class at DuPont. Do your research, look up your facts. Do not let a liar lead you to do something dangerous and hurt yourself as well as others. Respect each other, talk and be honest. I swear on my life that I shall do the same. You are the people I swore to protect and I love. I am saying this all to protect you. And I'll hope you'll all forgive me for not protecting you sooner."

...

The interview rocked Paris. Ladybug speaking so openly about her frustrations, about the discrepancies in the Ladyblog and Lila Rossi had many people double checking the sources of everything they learned from that blog.

Alya could barely show her face as she made her way though the school hallways. Her reputation as a journalist had gone down the drain. People had basically started boycotting her blog, harrassing her, or trash talking her on other forums and sites. Even a lot of news outlets picked this up.

What hurt the most from that interview last night was Ladybug's words towards her, both as Rena Rouge and as Alya. Surely the heroine had to be mistaken, she had never beytrayed Ladybug! And that Oblivio incident, it was just to show Chat Noir and Ladybug that they were meant to be together!

Her family was upset with her. No, upset was too tame of a word. They were pissed.

"I can't believe she lied to us.."

"Well what do you expect from someone who keeps harrassing Ladybug?"

Alya flinched when she heard the whispers and rushed into Miss Buster's class. The entire class was there, all seated, all looking utterly miserable. Many of them looked as if they had been crying all night. A lot like she had.

"W-where's Miss Bustier?" Alya asked when she eyed the empty desk. Many of her classmates shot her glares, but didn't say anything about the interview last night. After all, they had no room to talk.

"She and Principal Damocles are with the school board now. We're getting a new teacher." Adrien was the one that spoke up. He looked utterly miserable. So unlike his usual self.

"Lila isn't coming back. She was pulled from school when her mother found out what happened." Alix muttered from her seat, arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

The class went quiet as they all internally contemplated how things had gotten like this. Their eyes focused on the door when it abruptly opened and Marinette came strolling in, carrying a box.

"Good morning everyone!" She said brightly, pretending not to notice the downcast expressions on their faces. She set the box on the teacher's desk before she turned towards them. "Oh? What's wrong everyone?"

".. Did you not watch the interview with Ladybug on 'Latest Buzz'?" Alya stared at Marinette, a bit dumbfounded by her friend's lack of awareness of the situation. She had been expecting Marinette to rush in with support and a fiery vengeance against those who had humiliated her best friend, maybe even a fresh pastry. But instead she was greeted with empty hands and a cheerful hello?

"Oh, well I haven't really had the time to watch much television. I mean, with my transfer papers, needing to plan out my new schedule with all of those new classes. Busy as a bee, that's me!" Marinette just beamed, giving Adrien a playful wink that had his stomach churning.

"Wait, transfering?" It was Rose that spoke up, her large eyes seeming impossibly large now. "Transfer what?"

"To my new school, of course." Marinette giggled and clasped her hands together. "I start on Monday."

"New school?!" Alya was on her feet and rushing towards Marinette. The others quickly followed, crowding around her. "What do you mean new school?! When did you ever say you were going to a new school?"

Marinette blinked, as if stunned, then tilted her head ever so slightly.

"I told you all last week, don't you remember?" Marinette tapped her lower lip, seeming to be wracking her brain before she abruptly snapped her fingers. "Oh! I forgot, you all were deep in conversation with Lila about her upcoming event with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightengale. You know, the one she said she'd be attending with Ladybug, since they're such good friends. Did she ever say how it went?"

All of the students shifted uneasily, suddenly seeming to refuse to meet her face.

Alix murmured something so barely audible, Marinette held a hand to her ear and leaned closer.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Lila was lying to us!" Alix snapped as her cheeks went a flaming red.

"About everything! She never knew Jagged Stone!" Juleka spat out in fury.

"Or Prince Ali!" Rose sniffled.

"And she wasn't friends with Ladybug? They were barely acquaintances!" Alya wailed out as tears welled up in her eyes.

But Marinette hardly reacted the way they were expecting. She just gave them a small smile and nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I know."

Alya sucked in a breath sharply.

"You knew..? But why did you never..?"

"Oh Alya, you silly forgetful thing. I told you the day she returned from her long 'trip', remember? I told you she was lying." Marinette gave Alya a smile that said 'oh you silly thing'. "But you told me that I should really check my sources. And I got tired of trying to bring up any lies, since that was always your response. So I decided to just stop. I mean, since you're such an inspiring, honest journalist you must double and triple check every source you come across and found every story to be true!"

Alya flinched and looked away, feeling the churning feeling in her gut again. No, the Ladyblog had been the only source for the stories. The. Only. One.

"And I'm sure all of you knew what you were doing! I mean, it makes sense; trusting the words of a complete stranger over someone you've known for a while now. Some of you since we were in diapers!" She focused her gaze on Nino and Kim, who had the grace to at least look ashamed.

"Marinette, you really should-" Adrien began, reaching out for the girl, but was cut off by her clapping her hands together.

"But it's alright! I decided that fighting with you all wasn't worth it, so I took Adrien's advice and took the high road! Don't bother exposing Lila, she isn't hurting anyone!" Marinette announced brightly, giving her hands a little wave.

The temperature in the classroom dropped by several degrees.

".. Adrien, she's kidding, right?" Nino glanced over at his friend, his eyes pleading for him to deny it all. But the sight of the blood draining from the model's face and the sweat starting to bead at his forehead told him everything he needed to know. "Dude.."

"How could you?! You knew this entire time and didn't even try to tell me?!" Alya rounded on Adrien, fury in her eyes.

"Now, now, don't get mad at Adrien. I'm sure he knew you all were going to do you research. Besides, it's not like this did anything bad for anyone." Marinette pressed a hand to her cheek, still grinning. "I mean, it's not like you all took her advice without doing any research. You didn't try the things she suggested without actually checking them out to be true, right? No one lost any scholarships or job opportunities. No one's relationships were ruined. No one was hurt."

The nauseous feeling spread to all of the class as the reality of everything caught up with them.

"I'm sure everything will go back to normal, right? I mean, I'm sure that that woman from the education bureau isn't here to fire Damocles and Bustier for their severe neglect in their duties. Expelling me with the most mediocre and shaky proof. Surely that's a school I should feel safe in! That I should be proud to be a part of. But alas, my preparations for my new school are already done, so oh well."

Marinette shrugged and adjusted her purse strap.

"Anyhow, I wish you all luck with the amazing things Lila has helped you to do! I know it must have been worth ignoring me and convincing me I was crazy. With all of the free time I've had, with you guys practically replacing me with Lila in the group, I've had tons of time to spend with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?!" Alya's eyes went owlishly wide as she gaped at Marinette. "But what about Adrien?!"

"Oh Alya, I fell out of love with Adrien forever ago." Marinette shook her head in an almost patronizing way that had Alya's cheeks burning with embarrassment. They didn't even pay attention to Adrien's noises of surprise. "I mean, you claimed I was jealous of Lila getting close to Adrien, that I should let the jealousy go. And you know what? You were right! So I decided Adrien wasn't worth the stress, the embarrassment.. I mean, I couldn't even talk to him straight. I thought he was the most perfect guy in the world! Goodness, did I learn my lesson!"

She giggled as if she found the entire thing amusing. She then beamed at the class.

"Well, ta-ta! I need to get back home and make sure everything is ready to go. I wish you all the best, I really do!"

They all watched, shellshocked as Marinette breezed out of the classroom like it was nothing. Like she wasn't leaving her friends, her school, her life behind. And they all would wonder exactly how badly they screwed up, if she could walk away do easily, without a care.

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chihirolovebot · 3 years

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(cw: mentions of c//vid 19 for anyone that needs it?..)

i’ve had covid for a couple days and I just feel awful ugh, i have a sore throat and no appetite and I’m always tired :( is it okay if you do byakuya and nagito (separate) x sick!reader, with those symptoms? it doesn’t have to be covid :3

featuring — byakuya togami, nagito komaeda.

content — sickness, fluff, food/eating mention.

notes — sorry you're ill :( i had covid a few weeks ago and it really sucked. prayers for a speedy recovery <3

— byakuya.

first of all i'm going to imagine this to be future foundation!byakuya because i see him as more mature and doting :)

hopes peak!byakuya would probably just send his butlers to tend to you lmao.

is he concerned? yes, very. will he show it? good luck.

first of all, you going into work is out of the question. he threatens to actually tie you down if you attempt it. tells you to stop being an idiot and that you're no help to anyone if you're ill.

ouch lmao

you know he's actually just worried for you tho <3

gets extra concerned if you don't have an appetite. he sends for your favourite foods but when he gets the call that you're not eating, he comes right back home.

tries to coax you into eating :(( mostly uses bargaining. like, "just ten spoonfuls and then you can stop." "you're not going back to sleep until you clear at least this bit here, understand?"

takes your temperature religiously, every hour on the hour to make sure you're not getting a fever.

keeps the bedside well-stocked with anything you could need. ice, water, antibiotics, painkillers, hot water bottles, a wet washcloth, your favourite books.

gets you expensive lozenges for your sore throat!! and a variety of soothing herbal teas that he makes you drink.

he's uncharacteristically soft when you get sick. it kind of jolts him back to the scary reality that you're all mortal, and it makes him unusually tender and touchy.

a hand on your head, patting your shoulder as you drink your tea, tilting your head up when he spoons you hot soup </3

one of the few times he lets you crawl all over him so make the most of it.

if you ever call attention to how doting he's being he'll get incredibly embarrassed.

"do it yourself, then."

"don't be bitter :)"

— nagito.

oh no.

first of all, he's convinced he is the reason you're sick.

even if he hasn't been sick, he'll just blame his luck. his first instinct is to get the hell out of dodge to avoid worsening your condition.

you're gonna have to tell him you want him there.

he's a little terrified.

"you... are you sure? you really want someone as useless as me taking care of you? shouldn't i get mikan instead?"

you tell him no, but he gets her anyway. she takes your temperature and tells him what you need and he feels slightly more prepared.

once he realises you really don't want him to leave, oh god he's utterly devoted to you.

at your side 24/7. refuses to leave even when you try and sleep your illness off. he's there, holding your hand at your bedside.

reads to you!! oh my god. he gets your favourite book and sits beside you on the bed, letting you droop all over him as he reads aloud. his voice is so soft and soothing it sends you dozing off immediately <3

i headcanon he can actually cook okay if his luck is on his side so he makes you soft, easy foods like soups and stews. gets incredibly worried if you don't want to eat and it'll be one of the few times he actually argues with you.

"please eat something... i can't just sit here whilst you... please? just a few spoonfuls, you can do that, right?"

goes to the pharmacy for way more medicine than you need - like, he comes back with boxes spilling out of his arms. very diligent with making you take tablets like antibiotics and throat soothers because he wants you better as soon as possible!

literally at your service the whole time. he takes time off school to stay with you, cooks for you, even cleans up your room if it starts getting messy.

thank him!! he'll be a mess :')))

"it - it's nothing! it's my honour, really, that you'd allow me to take care of you like this..."

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MUTUAL ATTRACTION| S.B.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Plus Size Fem!Reader

Word count: 2800 words.

Warnings: Bullying, negative body image, negative comments about body, mentions overweight/plus size reader being bullied, degrading nickname for reader

Summary: Reader doesn't believe that Sirius Black truly likes her, thinking that his interest in her is part of some joke to embarrass her for being a plus sized girl. Sirius finds out why she feels this way and attempts to convince her otherwise.

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent, so feel free to scroll past it if it's not for you. Mxx.

“Shove off, Sirius,” Y/n mumbles, the words meeting the ears of a rather confused Sirius Black as he treads out of the classroom behind her. He scoffs lightly as he falls into step next to her.

“Why are you always so mean to me, love?” He muses with a light tone, lightly brushing her shoulder with his own. “Truly, if you continue on like this, I may just think that you don’t like me and give up,” He notes, earning a side glare from her as the pair slip past some first years rushing towards the class they just exited.

“How close are we to that happening?” She questions quickly, pausing briefly at a pileup by the stairs. “Just a general timeframe for the sake of my sanity?”

“I think I could hold out a bit longer,” He confirms, and she shakes her head with a soft sigh.

“You’re that committed to this ploy?” She asks him softly, the crowd starting to move again as a professor guides students into the right directions.

“What ploy?” Sirius asks, brow raised as he stares down at the girl.

“This ploy,” Y/n explains, gripping her books in her one arm as she gestures between her and Sirius. “Convincing me that the great Hogwarts player has somehow decided to court me,” She further explains, rolling her eyes at the boy who holds a confused stare. “I’ve been at this school for six years, Sirius. I’ve outlived all of the pranks, all of the bullying and all of the weight jokes, even this one specifically. And though, to be honest, you’ve held up much longer than the other bastards at this school, it still won’t work.”

“There seems to be a rather large miscommunication happening here, love,” Sirius defends, just barely catching a glance of Y/n’s glare before she starts walking away. ‘I’m not trying to prank you, Y/n. There is no ploy,” He announces as he starts following her. She scoffs. “I like you, is that honestly so hard to believe?” He questions carefully, a hand delicately gripping her elbow to keep her from stepping into her next class. She extends a shy glance at the gentle gesture before carefully pulling away.

“Yes,” She notes plainly, not even sparing Sirius the briefest look before disappearing into the steady stream of students heading to potions.

Sirius lingered for a mere moment before walking to the Gryffindor common room in a haze, shutting the door behind him in a rush as he waited to be acknowledged by James and Remus, currently studying for their DADA quiz.

“She doesn’t like me,” Sirius announces as he falls onto his bed, his friends looking up from their work as he does.

“Who?” James questions, shoving his textbook to the side at the newfound excuse from studying.

“Y/n,” Sirius clarifies and lifts his head to look at his dark-haired friend. “I don’t get it, I’ve been a complete gentleman,” He notes and both James and Remus scoff playfully, locking eyes to share a knowing look. “What was that?” He asks, lifting himself to lean back against his headboard. “What was that look?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Remus answers, also sliding his textbook close, folding his arms over his chest.

“I think what Remus means to say, is that you are the furthest thing from a gentleman poor Y/n will find,” James offers with a sly smirk and Remus looks down to hide a small smirk tugging at his lips as well.

“I’m offended,” Sirius muses with furrowed brows. “Utterly scarred by your insinuation,” He adds with mock hurt and shakes his head when the boys laugh in reply. “Besides, it’s not my adventures with the girls that worries her, I think it’s my adventures with you bunch that’s making her question me.”

“I don’t blame her.” Remus says as he refocuses his attention on his books. “We aren’t exactly the posterchildren for antibullying.”

“Why does that matter?” James asks before Sirius could and Remus sighs, lifting his gaze once again to explain.

“You’ve been practically stalking this girl for a month now and you’re telling me you haven’t noticed how she steers clear of Lucius Malfoy and his friends,” Remus shakes his head. “He has been bothering her for years.”

“That bastard,” Sirius mumbles and drags a hand through his hair. “Why?”

“Well take your pick, she’s a Hufflepuff and a muggleborn and as of lately, he’s been enjoying pointing out that she’s a plus size girl in a sea of smaller girls.” Remus explains which earns a slow nod from James who is now realizing how obvious Y/n’s misfortune has been.

“Wait, you’ve noticed this too?” Sirius asks with a pointed glare at James. “Why haven’t anyone said something to me?”

“Hey, it’s not our fault you’re this oblivious.” James points out and Remus nods slightly.

“Well, bloody hell, I don’t blame her either,” Sirius sighs softly, sinking back onto the bed again. “She probably thinks that I’m just another asshole taking a turn to make her life horrible.”

“Well, do you really like her?” Remus asks to which Sirius nods quickly, hair falling around his head as he moves against the bed. “Then prove her wrong.”

With Remus’ words echoing in his head, Sirius makes his way to the class he left Y/n at, a slight skip in his step due to his newfound knowledge and his plan to not only prove his intentions are pure, but to put an end to her struggle.

“Watch out,” A voice whispers behind him and he pauses, looking back to see his friends stumbling after him.

“What are you doing?” Sirius questions, pulling a hand through his hair as the boys still in front of him.

“Helping,” James explains, patting the raven-haired boy on his shoulder as Remus joins him in leading Sirius on his mission.

Y/n was unaware of the three boys heading towards her current classroom, she was however very much aware of the blonde boy that was in the same class with her at the very moment. Lucius whispered something to the boy at his side, his eyes never leaving hers as a soft laugh echoed from the group surrounding him. He musters a sly smirk as he moves to wave at her slowly. Y/n looks down at her textbook, hand shaking slightly as she adds another ingredient into her cauldron, stepping back just in case an unexpected reaction follows.

“Are you okay?” Lily Evans asks from her side. Y/n tilts her head when she hears the sincere question coming from a girl that may as well be a stranger. She nods slowly.

“I’m fine,” She replies too quickly, Lily stepping closer towards her just as another fit of laughter echoes from Lucius’ side of the classroom, a slight frown tilts into Lily’s lips as she watches the scene unfold, Y/n seeming to grow more anxious as Professor Slughorn announces the end of the class.

“Do you want me to walk out with you?” She asks, settling a hand on Y/n’s shoulder causing her to tense under her touch. Y/n frowns, closing her textbook as she turns to Lily.

“I’m fine,” Y/n repeats her earlier statement, managing a small smile before walking to the door and out of the class in a hurry, her books tightly pressed against her chest as she hears a group of determined footsteps following her, not even noticing the curious gaze of Sirius Black as she passes him in a rush. She pauses for a mere second to consider her route before turning the corner that leads her to the Hufflepuff common room, knowing that even if Lucius does catch up with her, he won’t be able to follow her inside.

“Y/n…” Lucius muses, his mocking tone slicing at her nerves as the hall around her starts to clear, her pace picking up as her heart beats in her throat.

“Where are you going, Piggy.” Another voice chimes in, laughs filling the air as a result of the comment. Y/n tightens her grip on her books and takes in a shaky breath, considering hiding in a cupboard or classroom, trying her luck in finding the room of requirements, but a sharp hand pulling her back empties her head of plans and thoughts, panic shivering though her body as her books drop to the ground in a loud thud.

“He asked you a question,” Lucius notes as he breathes into her neck, pulling her hands behind her back to keep her from running. “Answer him,” Lucius demands, not needing to raise his voice, the closeness of his body against hers fulfilling his flare for fear.

“To the common room,” Y/n admits, voice controlled as she looks at the ground, slightly struggling against his hold.

“Trying to skip out on our daily meetings?” One of his friends ask and Lucius smiles against her ear.

“Pity,” Is all he says as he loosens his grip, throwing her to the ground next to her books where she shuffles back towards the wall, desperately looking around for an escape, the boys making sure to surround her in a way that she couldn’t identify a single one. Lucius removes his wand from his robe, smiling as he points it directly as her, eyes dark as he considers which spell to begin with.

“Step away from her,” A voice commands and Y/n’s eyes shoot up, meeting the beautiful pair of brown ones first before she carefully rakes her gaze over the other two boys standing next to him, wands in their hands. “Now!” Sirius adds coldly the sharp shout filling the entire atmosphere. Y/n flinches at the guttural laugh dripping from Lucius lips. He looks from the girl on the floor to the boys in front of him and grins.

“How sweet,” He notes, bending down slowly where he reaches forward and settles a strong hold on Y/n’s chin, forcing her to keep still as his fingers pinch into her skin. “Defending her honour,” He laughs again. “You’re a few years too late, Black.”

“I know,” Sirius admits, voice forced as he tries to control himself. “But you’re done,” He steps forwards, paying no mind to Lucius’ friends turning to point their wands at him instead. “You’re done hurting her and scaring her, you’re done trying to dim that light,” He pauses briefly as he stills but inches from Lucius’ face, his eyes meeting with Y/n’s for a second as he shakes his head at the soft tears that roll down her cheeks before looking at Lucius. “I will not leave her side, not for a second.”

“But if he does, she’ll have us,” Remus declares from behind him and James nods in agreement. “And Lily and Peter and Marlene and every other person that we know will have her back.” He adds and steps closer to Y/n as well, James moving with him as they shove past Lucius’ friends and still next to Sirius.

“Get her,” James instructs, and Lucius moves aside, grinning still as he mockingly lifts his hands in surrender, his friends doing the same. Sirius wastes no time as he moves towards her, hands carefully latching onto her shoulders as he gently guides her to her feet, removing one hand to gather her books. Y/n avoids the boy’s gaze, numbly wiping at her cheeks to remove evidence of briefly cascading tears as she stumbles slightly.

“Go,” Sirius demands calmly, hands sliding down to the small of Y/n’s back as he faces Lucius, his cold tone earning a surprised reaction from everyone. “And spread the word too, Y/n is under the protection of the marauders, if you cross her, you cross us,” He notes simply, Lucius’ friends nodding quickly before collecting themselves and scurrying away. Only Lucius pauses as he extends another sly smile towards the girl in question.

“Very well,” He comments lightly and shrugs. “I’ll see you around, little Piggy,” He offers with a wink before walking away, Y/n’s hands nimbly grabbing hold of Sirius’ arm to keep him from going after him.

“Are you okay?” Remus questions when he meets the girl’s gaze, she nods slowly in reply.

“You guys didn’t have to do that,” She notes, reluctantly stepping away from Sirius and taking her books from his hold. She shakes her head. “I appreciate it, I truly do. But all you’ve done is shift his attention and tactics to you,” She explains and the boys nod, small smiles tugging at their lips as they look at Sirius who hasn’t removes his gaze from her for even a second.

“We know,” James confirms and shrugs. “But you’re important to him, which makes you important to us,” The dark-haired boy states plainly before tapping Remus’ shoulder, silently inviting him to leave.

“Thank you,” Y/n almost whispers, loud enough for the boys to hear though as they leave her and Sirius with kind smiles and gentle shrugs.

“I didn’t know,” Sirius informs her not missing a beat. “I’m an idiot for not noticing, but I swear I didn’t know.”

“I know,” She sighs, shyly looking down to her feet as his gaze intensifies on her face. “I also know that you’re not like Lucius Malfoy, despite your questionable activities with those friends of yours.”

“I wish I could’ve put a stop to it sooner,”

“It wasn’t your place to do so,” She notes and then shakes her head when she realizes how forward it sounded. “I meant that I could’ve done it myself. I know the spells and to be honest if that didn’t work, I could have just sat on the boy,” She jokes lightly, expecting Sirius to smile only to be met with a rather misplaced frown.

“You thought you deserved it?” He asks after a lingering second and she nods. “It that why you refuse to believe that I truly like you?” She nods again, slower this time, eyes back on the floor as an embarrassed tint of rose meets her cheeks.

“I don’t like myself very much, Sirius Black and I’d be damned if I tried to pretend that anyone could like any part of me when I can’t even do so myself,” She moves her hands to fiddle with the corners of her books. “There’s a lot not to like, is all, and I mean that literally,” She gestures to her body. “There’s a lot,” Sirius scoffs, tilting his heads as he looks down at the girl in front of him, quite unused to this level of honestly.

“You are a phenomenal girl, Y/n,” He notes honestly and moves a hand to her arm, fingers sliding down over her robe to intertwine with hers. “I can’t possibly explain to you what I see when I look at you, but you clearly need some enlightenment," He smiles softly. "I see the dimple on your right cheek when you laugh at Dumbledore’s comments, I see those worn-out band shirts that you wear when you’re studying in the library after everyone has left, I see that little twinkle in your eyes when someone asks you for help with their work, I see how excited you get when they have croissants at breakfast and I see how fragile you look when you’re staring up at the candles in the dining hall alone. I see you, more than you see yourself maybe, but I have yet to see a single thing that hasn’t made me completely and utterly mad about you, Y/n.” Sirius' voice is almost a whisper, his adoring tone causing a bashful smile to sink into the girl’s lips as he waits for her eyes to meet his.

“You like me,” She notes softly, more to herself than to him as she looks down to where his thumb is moving rhythmically across her hand, the movement causing shivers to tickle through her body.

“I like you,” Sirius clarifies, other hand lifting to the crook of her neck, delicately shifting the hair away from his fingers to caress her skin, keeping her in place so she doesn’t look away again. “And I’ll like you enough for the both of us for now, but I will not let another day pass without reminding you just how relentlessly extraordinary I find your very existence,” She smiles, nodding almost mindlessly as she steps forward, not quite ready to kiss the boy just yet, but yearning for the softest touch as leans into him, her books against his chest as his hands remain where there are, only shifting to be sure she’s comfortable against him. She smiles into his shirt, allowing the sweet sensation to consume her when he places a delicate kiss to the top of her head.

“I like you too, Sirius Black,” She announces carefully, tugging numbly on the hand that is folded around hers. “I like you too.”

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