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decaying-enigma · 2 months

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[Space Core AU]

Danny could see it all.

Where the darkness meets the dance of light, a swirling canvas of stardust and celestial wonders—a symphony of colors, shapes, and energies unfurling across the infinite reaches of space.

Their radiant glow casting an aura that just beckoned him to join.

Cosmic tendrils weaved a labyrinth of star clusters, and stellar nurseries gave birth to new stars.

Nebulae shimmered with ethereal beauty, their wispy tendrils reaching out across the void like ghostly fingers.

Supernovae unleashed titanic explosions, scattering the remnants of dying stars across the cosmos in a dazzling fireworks display of light and energy.

Danny could almost feel it wash over his skin.

Black holes lurked in the depths of space, their gravitational pull so intense that not even light could escape their grasp.

Dark matter, the invisible scaffolding of the universe, weaves its enigmatic web throughout the galaxy.

He could hear the countless echoes, all worming their way into his being and, for a moment, pulling him closer and closer to...

""Danny!""

He fell back into his seat instantly, two arms holding him down, as Earth's gravity once again took hold of him.

Blinking rapidly, Danny shook his head, visions of stars and nebulae sliding away.

Yet not completely leaving his mind.

It took him a moment to remember where he was as he turned to Tucker and Sam.

They sat on either side of him, both having a firm grip on him with deeply concerned expressions on their faces.

They were all outside, at a table nestled in the corner of the (thankfully empty) park, and had been in the middle of eating lunch from a new cafe that Sam had wanted to try.

Or, at least, that had been the plan before he decided that gravity was just a suggestion.

"You okay, dude?" Tucker asked, a hand still holding onto him.

"I'm fine," Danny replied immediately.

But judging by the identical unimpressed looks on Sam and Tucker's faces, neither believe him in the slightest.

And rightfully so.

Though they did let go of him, trusting he wasn't about to start floating away again, they were ready to react if it happened again.

Danny sighed.

"I just got distracted for a second."

"You were floating away." Sam pointed it out, making little wiggly movements with her fingers. "Plus, your eyes were doing that weird galaxy thing again.

"That was just some dust," he lied half-halfheartedly.

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, not buying that for a moment. "Yeah right. If we hadn't pulled you back down, you would probably already be out of the atmosphere by now."

"I would've noticed," Danny murmured, his eyes shifting to the side. "...eventually."

Sam huffed in frustration. "So not the point I was trying to make."

"They are super weird, though," Tucker agreed, then took a bite of his giant BLT sandwich. "But still cool, in the way they turn into terrifying black-holes that they look like the endless and cruel vacuum of space."

Danny stared at Tucker flatly.

"That makes me feel so much better."

"No problem!"

There was a brief silence, only for Tucker to put his sandwich back down, showing just how serious he was, and ask.

"But seriously, dude, are you alright?"

Danny looked down at the table, wanting to ignore his friends admittedly reasonable concerns, and absently twirled the straw of his ice tea.

But, eventually, he gave in.

"I already stopped by the Far Frozen to talk with Frostbite," he finally admitted. "Even ran into Clockwork, who was feeling strangely non-cryptic, and asked him about what was going on."

"So, what'd you find out?" Sam questioned, leaning forward, eager to hear what he had to say.

Danny snorted, an impish grin growing on his face. "Apparently, I don't actually have an ice core."

They both blinked in surprise.

The fact that Danny's core, practically the ghostly equivalent of a soul and a fundamental part of their being, wasn't ice this whole time and was actually something different was... a pretty big deal.

Sam asked, both curious and concerned, "So, what core do you have?"

"Frostbite called it a space core, or, as Clockwork referred to it, a piece of the Void." Danny rolled his eyes. "I'm like, 70% sure, he only called it that to be extra dramatic."

"So the ice powers were just...what? The first side effect before the weird eyes and the 'spacing' out?" Tucker joked with a grin.

Danny chuckled at the pun, while Sam groaned.

"Basically."

"Do you know what powers you are supposed to expect?" Sam asked, hoping they would catch a break this time.

"Not a clue," Danny said, shooting that hope down immediately.

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Isn't there someone in the Ghost Zone you could ask?"

"It's, like, super rare; I mean, the only other ghost I know with the same core is Nocturn," he explained with an annoyed huff.

They both winced.

Despite not currently being antagonistic with the Ghost of Dreams, Danny and Nocturn's relationship wasn't anywhere close to friendly, even by ghostly standards.

And considering most ghosts could beat each other up, possibly even dismember one another, and still be willing to hang out later, that's saying something.

Danny sighed. "Yeah, I basically had the same reaction."

"Are you sure there's no one else?" Sam pushed, looking for a solution.

"Ghost Zone's a big place and leads to a lot of others, so probably." He shrugged. "But, even if Nocturn or someone else was willing to give me advice, it wouldn't help very much."

Seeing the confusion on their faces, he continued to explain.

"Frostbite gave me a whole lecture about it, but it basically boils down to the fact that, unlike most core elements, space cores express themselves so differently that there's no real set of powers that they share."

Sam slowly nodded, understanding showing on her face.

"So, while one ghost with a space core might be able to make black-holes, another might control gravity or even create stars," she continued, a hint of wonder in her voice.

Danny nodded his head in agreement.

"Hey, for all we know, you might get the power to twinkle really, really brightly instead." Tucker snickered loudly, with Sam quickly following.

Danny dropped his head onto the table, not sharing his friend's amusement in the slightest.

The snickers soon died off, as Danny continued to mope.

"It's probably not that bad." Tucker pointed this out. "You already learned to control the ice part of your powers; you'll figure this part out eventually."

"And we'll be right there when you do," Sam added, fully believing they would find the answer eventually.

"Hopefully not too close. Frostbite mentioned a few...unexpected stabbings the first time around," Tucker muttered under his breath, wincing as Sam punched him in the shoulder.

Danny rolled his eyes.

He wished that he shared his friends confidence in his abilities, but he was nevertheless grateful for the support his two best friends were giving him.

Thankfully, the conversation soon changed subjects from his potential new powers, moving on to talk about a homework assignment for school as they finished their lunch.

Danny made sure to pay attention this time, staying focused on the here and now.

Yet, even as he grinned from the sarcastic joke Sam had made, he could still feel the pull in the background.

He could hear the symphony of celestial bodies, the stars, the nebulae, and the infinite reaches of space in the back of his mind, all calling out to him.

Just waiting for the day that he would give in to the urge, and in the moment of weakness, join them forever and always until the end of time.

#dp #danny phantom #dp prompt #crossover #dpxdc #Space core #dp au #danny feton #tucker foley #sam mason

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angellayercake · 7 months

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There was a mouse in the house

Haarlep x Female Tav and Raphael x Female Tav (kind of) | NSFW

Warnings: cunniligus, p in v sex, voyeurism kind of? So I have not been able to play this game yet but this man has possessed me and something happened and yeah. I am going purely off a couple of youtube videos, vibes and horniness. It all started when Haarlep said that the host of they body they use feels everything they are doing which obviously means Raphael was well aware of what was going on in the boudoir.

He felt it the moment she set foot into the House of Hope. His fist tightened around the glass of wine he was holding and his artfully designed smile turned brittle at the edges as he felt the not unremarkable wards around his sanctuary open for an unauthorised portal. The potential client he was currently entertaining was none the wiser to his sudden inattention but he had hardly been paying attention to their prattling to begin with. His little mouse had decided to bite the hand that would have so willingly fed it, if she had only agreed to his generous offer. He hated to admit it even now but her continued refusal to work with him, even when he had already offered her so much had stung. He had allowed his ill advised affection for this particular client to cloud his typically impeccable judgement and as he should have foreseen, it was now being thrown back in his face.

There was only one thing she could possibly be after, that which he would have freely given, well not freely but for such a reasonable price. But his house was not so hospitable to intruders. There was time yet to finish his business here. It may not be the soul he wanted but it was a soul nonetheless. He refocuses his attention on the task at hand, carefully choosing his words as he weaves his web around the man sitting before him. It’s easy work so he has to try that little bit harder to temper the simmering rage that is growing inside him. But then it is done, business concluded and he can see to his little thieving mouse.

As he is preparing to travel he feels the first shiver run down his spine. Surely Haarlep was not entertaining when there was a little thief on the loose and yet there was no mistaking that feeling. He pauses in the doorway of his rented room, uncharacteristically affected by his Incubus’ antics but something tells him to wait. There were only a few plausible possibilities for who could be the target of his servants attentions but before he can squash it his traitorous mind informs him exactly who he wants it to be. As soon as her name flits across his mind his body begins to betray him.

His desperation for her to sign his contract, become one of his souls, well deep down he had been aware that this masked a much deeper, more primal want. How he wanted to own her body and mind as much as he craved ownership of her soul. Better not to dwell on those things, he had told himself, over and over. His needs were simple and really he could only rely on himself so why even risk letting anyone else close. But as he succumbs to the ghostly feeling of his body being touched by another he knows he is at the brink of his undoing.

With a snap of his fingers his clothes are gone and as he falls back onto the suddenly convenient bed in his rented rooms, he concentrates on the vague tingling caresses in a way he hasn’t indulged in such a long time, until they begin to feel almost tangible. It seems his incubus is taking his time with this one, feeling and tasting as much as he can. He feels soft warm skin against his tongue, the taste unfortunately alluding him but he can almost imagine it as he recalls the spicy earthy scent that lingers around her every time they meet. In his hand he feels a soft breast cupped in his palm, a pebbled nipple circled by the pad of his thumb. He yearns to pinch it between his fingers, pull and twist it until she was gasping her pleasure into his mouth but he is restricted by whatever it is Haarlep choses to do next and when he feels her other perfect nipple against his tongue he can’t suppress a groan.

The floodgates were opened as his phantom teeth nibbled at her, every thought he had buried about her ample bosom, always so perfectly displayed in her coquettishly revealing armour, situated just so to tease and tantalise. He had never allowed the thought to linger previously, as well as any potential attraction she may have had towards him but now, knowing that she had requested Haarlep to take his form was confirmation enough. He could picture her as easily as he could feel her, she would be completely nude, the incubus would have insisted, spread out against his crimson sheets, her skin glowing in a beautiful contrast. He would find every mark and blemish on her left by any other inferior being and cover them with his own, made by his claws or his teeth until there was no doubt who she belonged to. He only hoped that Haarlep mapped her body as carefully as he needed so he could explore them all at his leisure. The smooth expanses of skin passing over his hands and lips filled him with hope that that was exactly what was happening at his house.

He was more aroused then he could remember but he needed more even as he was hesitant to take things further himself. His cock even in his human shell stood erect between his legs, untouched though it was, and he had to fist his hands into the coarse sheets below him to avoid ending this encounter before it had truly begun. He felt his tongue trace what he only could guess was her belly button and his heart began to race at the destination the incubus was journeying towards. He settles back against the pillows as he imagined himself settling between her legs, his fingers spreading open her sweet cunt which would be already glistening with the slick evidence of her arousal just tempting him to taste. He feels her folds against the flat of his tongue, his own watering mouth simulating her wetness for him. He doesn’t need to but he finds himself simulating the movements he can feel, rolling his tongue against thin air as he would if he had her there to feast on himself.

His hands must leave her thighs because he is all of a sudden blindsided by the vice like heat around his fingers. How excited she must be for the incubus’ thick fingers to sink into her with so little resistance although her cunt doesn’t seem to want to relinquish them as she clenches tight around them as they slide out of her. So close, she must be so close to cuming for him and he writhes, desperate to hear the sounds she would make as he pushed her to the point of oblivion. How her laboured breathing might feel against his heated skin, how she might moan or gasp or scream his name in her ecstasy. The feel of her around his fingers and tongue is suddenly gone, ripping him gasping from his fantasy and he feels bereft, sucking in heaving breaths as he remembers where he is but he is not left adrift for long, his hands finding contact with her soft skin once again. The feel of her grounds him even as the real sensation belongs to his incubus. In his fevered arousal he struggles to catch up with the pair of them, heated hands grasping at his shoulders, frantic lips biting at his own, a strong leg hooking over his hip pulling him in as close as he can get.

It’s only when he feels the head of his cock lining up to her entrance that everything comes back into focus. He knows Haarlep and he knows exactly how he will tease her now he has her exactly where he wants her. He feels the drag of her folds over the head of his cock coating himself in her slick and stroking against her clit. He hopes she is begging now, begging to be filled by him. He would keep her waiting too, until there were tears falling down her cheeks and she could do nothing but whimper his name. He feels the tip breach her and then stop. He can’t bring himself to move as he waits with bated breath for her to be forced to take him fully and he waits and waits. He feels the spasms in his abdomen as everything is pulled taught and he spares a thought as he often does for his incubus’ impossible will power as he resists the temptation of her clenching hole.

He begins to move so slowly, easing his thick cock into her inch by inch. Every time he thrusts he pushes a little deeper. She opens up for him so beautifully and he yearns to feel how wet she is for himself. He can’t help thrusting in time with Haarlep as he imagines her there with him now, riding his needy cock and having to work her way down his length until she could take all of him. He is straining against his horribly empty bed when his cock is finally sheathed in her soft wet heat and even the ghost of the sensation is enough to finish him. His climax hits him like a wall, muscles clenching as the pleasure shudders through his body. He arches off the bed as he spills his seed across his own chest, too high on his pleasure to even begin to feel shame at finishing untouched.

He should move, he knows this but his limbs feel heavy and light simultaneously and he wishes to bask in this feeling for a moment longer. It is as he catches his breath he realises that the portal his little thief had used to breach his walls has closed. How curious. He acknowledged that he had lain here perhaps a little too long but surely not long enough for them to fight their way through the house and claim their stolen prize. Perhaps this little adventure of hers needn’t be the end of their game. He sits up preparing to rebuild his composure and return to assess the damage her and her party of misfits had left in their wake but he can’t keep the smile from his face. ‘Oh little mouse, you know not what you have started.’

#my writing #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #raphael bg3 #raphael x reader #raphael x tav #haarlep x tav

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martiniblues · 8 months

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weave your little webs of opacity ; 이민형

pairing spiderman!mark x female!reader

synopsis dating your friendly neighborhood spiderman was never an easy task. having to hide his identity from your family and friends was tough, but his life being put in constant danger was even worse. one night, he shows up at your window for reasons you feared most.

genre mutual comfort, so so so much fluff, slight angst, mark has cuts and bruises, reader uses she!her pronouns, established relationship, slightly suggestive towards the end.

wc 1.5k

tap tap tap

that’s what you heard as you lay in bed, attempting to fall asleep. you sat up, looking around your pitch-black room to navigate where the strange noise sprouted from. assuming it was nothing, you laid back down, pulling your comforter back up your body.

a few seconds passed before another sound was heard. "baby… it’s me." you could recognize that voice from anywhere.

mark.

quickly throwing yourself out of bed, you rushed to your window. after pushing up the glass, you were able to take in his appearance. he was wearing his spidey suit without the mask, revealing many cuts scattered across his beautiful cheekbones.

"mark what happened?" you quickly pulled him to your carpeted floor and examined the rest of his body. his suit was ripped in various places to expose more cuts that were littered across his abdomen and chest.

"it’s not too bad." he joked as his head fell back against the edge of your bed. you ignored his comment and held his face in your hands, inspecting it once more before running to your bathroom and grabbing your first aid kit.

crouching in front of him again, you began getting out the disinfectants and gauze you needed. "mmmm~" mark groaned, reaching for your waist and attempting to pull you to sit in his lap.

"dude, you have cuts all over you; i’m gonna hurt you!" you protested, trying to free yourself from his grip. "i think you being closer to me will help more than some stupid medicine." his head rolled to the side as he looked at you with a stupid smirk.

you fought back the urge to slap his chest but retorted to sitting in his lap after all. "you cheesy loser." you commented before working on moving his hair back from his face.

"hey, that’s not very nice. i’m injured here!" he whined, laying his head back once more. "baby, seriously, sit still." you held his head firmly as you picked up one of the soaked disinfectant cloths. "this might sting a little." you said before dabbing one of his cuts and quickly blowing on it softly to ease the stinging sensation he clearly felt due to the hiss that fell from his lips.

"i’m sorry." you cooed as you continued to work your way across his face. with every dab on his cuts, his grip got tighter on your waist.

after finishing his face, your fingers looped under the collar of his suit. "can i… um." you stuttered, knowing what was underneath. you and mark had been together for over a year, but still, the sight of him shirtless left you blushing like a little girl.

he laughed at your nervousness and kissed your flushed cheek. "you act like you’ve never seen me shirtless before." he teased you as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, making you grow even more red.

"whatever, i’m just making sure i won’t hurt you or anything." you rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you were burning from the inside out. "that’s not how you were last night-" he was quickly cut off by a hand to his mouth. "shut up!" you shrieked, causing him to laugh as your palm left his lips.

you began to slowly pull down his suit to rest at his waist. if this were any other scenario, you would have begun kissing him right then and there, but the sight of many cuts and bruises left your heart to pang with worry.

"oh mark…" your fingers lightly grazed over a large pink spot on his side that was slowly blooming into a dark bruise.

"yeah those guys weren’t playing around." he laughed, but you could see the pain stitched between his brows. "baby, you have to be careful. i don’t know what i’d do if-" mark cut you off instantly by pulling your lips to his.

suddenly, all worry melted away, and all you could feel was him. forgetting about the cuts and bruises between you two and just feeling him on you.

"i know. i don’t mean for things to end up this way." he sighs, slowly pulling away from you. the little light from your lamp next to you two left a beautiful glow on his breathtaking features.

"how could someone be so senseless as to mess up such a pretty face?" you said before you even had time to think about your words. mark’s cheeks instantly flushed at your words, biting his lip to hold back a toothy smile.

"i think it’s kinda hot, don’t you think?" he moved his face to show off his battle scars. "whatever…" you will admit that it is insanely hot when you ignore how they got there. but he doesn’t need to know that.

you continued your doctor-esc duties before realizing you never got an answer to how he ended up like this in the first place.

leaning back slightly, you softly held his face to look into his eyes. "what happened, mark?"

he sighed and stretched his body slightly before his hands came to rest on your hips once again. "these idiots were trying to rob the bank a couple blocks away, and i tried to stop it on my own, but it turns out they had some bats and plenty of rings on their fingers to nearly take me down. but…" he reached under himself to get his phone to show you the news headline that he (spiderman) had in fact beaten the criminals and gotten them arrested. "i got ‘em anyway." he smirked cockily while you tried not to slap him for his stupid actions.

"i’m proud of you and everything, " you averted your gaze from his phone to lock eyes with him, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "but you shouldn’t be doing these things on your own. i know you’re strong and amazing at what you do, but i worry about you all the time. these guys could have done so much worse to you if one thing went wrong!" you expressed your distaste for his actions.

mark did take you seriously because he knew what happened when he didn’t, but you just looked so pretty above him that he couldn’t find it to control himself.

"so you think i’m strong and amazing?" he teased, turning his face slightly to kiss your wrist that he now held. he then stretched his torso to accentuate his sculpted body and defined arms.

"that’s all you got from my speech?" you tilted your head in disappointment but still couldn’t fight your eyes from taking all of him in.

he just made it so hard.

"dude, you don’t even try to act like you don’t love it." he titled his head to catch your eyes but winced slightly when he irritated a specific cut on his jaw.

"okay pretty boy, just sit still for a minute; i’ll be back." kissing his cheek where he wasn’t hurt, you made your way to your closet, where you kept the clothes mark left at your house, which was quite a lot.

picking up a shirt and shorts, you made your way back to the boy, who began to take off his suit. your cheeks still flushed at his bare skin, even if you had seen it countless times. "it’s not polite to stare." he commented as he stole the clothes from your hands, beginning to pull his shorts up his legs.

you just rolled your eyes and sat on the edge of your bed, relishing in his appearance for the hundredth time that night. you helped him pull his shirt over his tender skin and guided him to sit against your headboard with you.

"aren’t you forgetting something?" he asked as you reached over to turn off your lamp, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate your bodies. "hmm?" you hummed, unsure of what you could have possibly forgotten. silently, mark tapped his cheek, his forehead, his lips, and finally his nose.

you laughed at the childish pout pulled on his lips and rolled over to be flush against him, making sure to avoid hurting him.

"oh how could i forget?" you could feel the smile on his lips as you kissed all over his face. it was lazy and slow due to your tiredness, but you also took your time, wanting to absorb as much of this moment as you could. even though mark always came back to you in one piece, the thought of that not always being true hung in your mind like a curse.

"i love you so much, mark. more than anything." you pulled away before kissing his lips softly. he pulled you closer to him, squeezing your hips and raking his fingers in your hair. "i love you (y/n). i promise that i will always come back to you." it was as if he could read your mind, and maybe he could with his spidey senses, but you would never know.

you two stayed like that all night, slowly and deeply expressing your love for each other. it wasn’t until the sun began to outline your figure from the window behind your body that you finally decided to sleep.

you two were both tangled endlessly in each other’s webs of love and wanted no way to escape.

notes | this is completely inspired by that one andrew garfield spiderman scene (ifykyk). there are not enough spidermark fics on here it’s truly tragic!!! hope you enjoyed <33

#nct #nct dream #nct dream fic #nct fluff #mark lee #mark lee fic #mark lee fluff #mark lee imagines #nct 127 #nct 127 fic #mark lee angst #mark lee x reader #nct x reader #nct angst #nct scenarios #mark lee scenarios #nct mark lee

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heyitsme1040 · 6 months

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Swing By [spider-man]

summary : Reader just finished her shift at the coffee shop near campus. Wanting nothing more than to nap in her dorm before her study session, she walks home. Being pulled into an alley by two muggers wasn’t on her to-do list for the day. Neither was being saved by New York’s very own friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Swung to safety, she thanks her masked savior. With the promise of not leaving her until she’s home safe, Spider-Man gets a kiss on the cheek as goodbye minutes before Peter arrives to study for the exam with his lab partner.

pairings : TASM!Spider-Man/Reader

warnings : Swearing (I think it’s literally one word), mention of a knife, attempted mugging, mention of feeling the need to be sick (it doesn’t happen), and I think that’s it. (If I forgot any please let me know!)

word count : 1,980

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day one of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘safe’.

With a tired sigh, I wipe down the counter around the espresso machine one final time. Tossing the rag back into the bucket filled with soapy water, I begin to untie my apron. Finally finished with the closing process, I was ready to be back at my dorm so I could take a quick nap before studying for my biophysics exam with my lab partner. Hanging my apron on the hook I claimed in the back, I emerged from behind the counter with my backpack and headphones for the final time today. Turning the lights off, I finally close the door behind me and lock it.

I began the quiet walk to campus instead of waiting on the bus today. The sun is starting to set as I weave my way through the crowds of people on the sidewalk. Passing a quiet alley, I’m suddenly pulled into it. A hand covers my mouth before I can shout, and two more hands hold my arms against my side.

“You’re going to stay quiet,” a rumbling voice tells me. “No need to disturb those nice people’s day,” the man pointed at the opening to the alley with a knife, “don’t you agree?”

All I can do is nod, hoping that if I cooperate they’ll let me go faster.

“I’m so glad you agree,” his voice mocks me. “Now, I’m going to keep an eye on you while he takes your bag. Got it?”

Before I can nod again, my backpack is ripped off my shoulders. I look past the man holding the knife toward the mouth of the alley, debating if I can make it back into the crowd before he could catch me.

“This shit’s useless,” the guy behind me grumbles. “It’s just binders and textbooks,” he complains as I hear my things being dropped to the ground. “This kid has nothing.”

“Well she’s gotta have something,” the man in front of me slowly drags his eyes over me. “Empty your pockets or we’ll–”

He cuts himself off while looking over my shoulder. I hear a faint thwip followed by a choked shout. As the man in front of me turns to run I see webs stick to his feet and the ground.

“What, can't you stick around?” A voice comes from above me.

I stay frozen in place, unsure what to do. In a streak of red and blue, Spider-Man lands in front of me. He quickly webs the knife to the wall before trapping the man’s hands to himself.

“Are you okay?” He automatically asks while turning to face me.

My tongue feels like lead. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Obviously I knew of Spider-Man, but never thought I’d need to be saved by him. I was stunned by this hero, that he happened to notice what was happening in the alley.

“Hey, it’s alright. You’re safe now, did they hurt you?” His tone softens.

I can’t see past the white lenses of his mask, but I feel his eyes searching me for some kind of injury. The thought of having his attention focused on me snaps me out of my shocked trance.

“I’m fine,” I blurted out, “thank you. I, uh, yeah. I’m fine.”

I nod to myself while mentally slapping myself over the word vomit that just escaped me. Looking down, I suddenly remember my bag dumped behind me. I turn around, hoping to hide the embarrassed flush on my face, and crouch to grab my textbooks. Shoving them into my bag, I pick up my binder. As soon as it leaves the ground all my notes start to float out of it into the wind.

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter while rushing to grab the papers.

“Here,” Spider-Man offers me some pages.

“Thanks,” I squeak out.

“No problem.”

Finally zipping my bag shut, I hear sirens approaching. The flash of red and blue lights reflect at the mouth of the alley.

“Did you let them know they needed to come here?” I groan once again, not wanting to deal with the police.

“I, uh, it’s just–you were being mugged.” I was shocked to hear Spider-Man fumbling over his words. “I reported it before I stopped it. Don’t want these two mugging more people. Y’know the whole ‘friendly neighborhood’ thing isn’t just to describe me.”

I sigh heavily, “I get it. I just don’t want to deal with the cops today. I need to get home soon and don’t have the time to deal with this.”

“The cops don’t like me–”

“Then why did you–”

“So I can swing you home before they arrive.”

Spider-Man holds an arm out to me. I don’t have much time to think as I hear the sirens get louder. Slinging my backpack on, I step closer to him. He wraps his arm around my waist.

Keeping me facing him he warns, “Close your eyes and hold on as tight as you want,” before he leaps us into the air.

I quickly bury my face into where I have my arms wrapped around his neck. The rush of us swinging through the air has my head spinning and my stomach dropping. Within minutes I feel him stand on steady ground, my feet landing moments after his. I don’t move yet as my head continues to swim. I feel a warm touch against my hands as he gently pries my hands away from behind his neck. He doesn’t move to push me away from my hiding place in his neck, but he does slowly guide us to sit on the ground.

“You’re okay,” he reassures. “The head rush is intense the first few times. Putting your head between your knees helps with the dizziness.”

I nod at his guidance, not moving yet. “I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”

“That’s normal, too. Putting your head between your knees also helps with that.”

I slowly unbury myself from him and carefully place my head between my knees. The spinning sensation lets up a little, but I still can’t move from my position. I look at the gravel beneath my shoes, focusing on the pebbles to keep my vision steady.

“Thank you,” I whisper out, barely audible.

“No problem,” Spider-Man chuckles, “just part of being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

“Where are we?”

“We’re on top of the Saratoga children’s museum.”

“How?” I incredulously demand. “That’s like a mile from the coffee shop. And it’s been only, what, a couple of minutes?”

Spider-Man shrugged, but I heard his amused snort. “It’s the same as if you would have driven here.”

I shook my head in disbelief, finally lifting my head to look at him. I couldn’t believe the nonchalance of his answer. He casually swings through the city at like forty miles an hour. And he acts as though that’s nothing.

“Where do you need to go? Spider-Cab can drop you off wherever you want to go in New York. Free of charge,” he jokes around his offer.

“Empire State college. Back toward the coffee shop. Then another half mile and you’ll be at the dorms there,” I explain. “But I can get a cab there. You’ve already saved me, and I’m sure someone else out there could use the assistance.”

“I can take you. It’s part of the job. Saving them from danger and keeping them safe. If that means taking you to your dorm, then I promise to keep you safe until then.”

“Alright,” I concede. “Do you have to swing that fast though? I don’t think I can take it.”

Spider-Man stands and offers me a hand, “I’ll go slower this time.”

Taking his hand, Spider-Man pulls me to my feet before pulling away. He turns his back toward me this time and squats down a little.

“What are you doing?” I tilt my head.

“Hop on,” he looks over his shoulder. “It won’t be as bad if you’re facing where we swing.”

I hesitate a moment longer before putting my arms around him. His hands grab behind my knees and he shrugs me higher onto his back. He moves one hand to my ankle and crosses it around his waist. Understanding what he’s suggesting, I wrap the other around him.

“Hold on tight. We’re going to be slower, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hold on tight. I’ve got you, but it’s a bit trickier with someone on my back. Are you okay with this?” He places his hand on top of mine across his chest.

“I trust you,” I admit.

I barely hear him say, “I’m glad,” as he stands on the ledge. “Here we go!” He shouts.

And just like that we’re swinging through the city again. I squint against the rushing wind, but keep my eyes open. The city looks so different like this. We’re soaring through the air, people below us unaware we’re here. The sounds of traffic can’t be heard over the wind. It’s peaceful.

All too soon it comes to an end. Spider-Man swings us past the coffee shop again, and soon we’re at the college campus. I shout over the wind which dorm building is mine and laugh as he gently lowers us to the roof. I feel adrenaline rushing through me alongside the excitement of having swung through the city.

“Here we are,” Spider-Man announces.

“I don’t think I can move,” I giggle out.

I feel him laugh more than I hear it. He once again carefully pries my off of him, unwrapping my legs from his waist before turning in my hold. I don’t feel as dizzy this time, but with how close he is my head is spinning for a different reason.

“Home safe and sound,” he murmurs. “Just like I promised you.”

“Thank you,” I sigh.

I finally release my hold from around him, but he doesn’t move. Remaining close to me, I try to imagine what he’s doing behind the mask. If his eyes are searching me the way mine are him. With a lot of courage (and reckless abandon) I kiss him on the cheek.

“Good night, Spider-Man,” I whisper against his cheek. “Thank you again for saving me.”

I turn away before he can respond, opening the door to the roof access.

“Good night,” he calls after me.

I turn to look at him. He hasn’t moved from his spot, but now his hand rests over his cheek. I wave as the door shuts behind me. I feel like I’m floating as I make my way down the stairs to my floor. Unlocking my door, I flop onto my bed with a sigh. Looking at the alarm clock near my head, I see the lights blinking ‘5:45 PM’. I smile in relief that I made it back before my study session at six. I lay still as the feeling of excitement fades away with the adrenaline. Soon, I hear a knock on my door through the haze of a nap creeping into my mind. I look at the clock again to see it’s only been five minutes. Getting up, I crack the door open to see who it is. Recognizing Peter, I quickly close the door and remove the chain before opening it up all the way.

“Hi,” Peter cheerily greets.

“Hey,” I smile, “you’re early for a change.”

“I’m usually on time. I’m just chronically late to classes,” he jokes.

I laugh at his comment. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. You ready to cram for this exam?”

“This professor’s exams are the worst. At least I brought snacks this time,” he groans.

I close the door as he enters and lock it. Turning on my laptop I opened the study guide the professor emailed us. As we study, I turn the radio on low, smiling as the voice of J. Jonah Jameson starts to bark on about the most recent Spider-Man sighting earlier tonight.

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codeopod · 25 days

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Is This Allowed?

Post C3E89

Laudna and Imogen get another chance to talk once they are on their split-party mission, and Orym is caught in the middle. Yes this is titled from the vine, I wanted to play with Imodna from an outside perspective cause they definetely get lost in their own little world and romanticize things that are probably horrifying to onlookers, gotta love some untrustworthy narration. Enjoy!

Orym watched as the nerves settled in to each of his friends. The weight of the world would be enough to drive anyone over the edge, not to mention the weight of another smaller -but no less significant- planet.

They all carried it differently.

Fearne’s ears gave her away, twitching and following each little sound. Ashton leaned a little heavier onto his hammer when he stood for too long, and his brow was hardly ever relaxed. Chetney’s hands had developed a slight tremor, evidenced by his increased frustration while carving. FCG was hard to read, but his emotion wheel was nearly always verging on “exterminate” rather than “smiley” which was definetely something to keep an eye on. Imogen and Laudna were an odd pair, one crackling with light and the other weaving darkness, it only ever balanced out when they were touching, which they had been doing less and less of.

“So let me get this straight,” Ashton huffed, “we’re splitting up.”

“Yeah, that way we can cover more ground.” Imogen responded tersely. She had chewed off her pinkie and thumb nails and had taken off her gloves to continue, almost mindlessly as she paced the earthen chamber. They had already ruled out the assassination mission, against Orym’s hope that she at least be there for whatever happened. He, Chetney, Imogen, and Laudna were set on the infiltration mission, while the others were decided to join Ira for an explosive distraction.

“It’ll work out Ash, it has to.” He spoke up, squaring his shoulders. “You guys do what you do best, and we’ll do the same. Play to your strengths.”

Something flashed in Ashton’s gaze before he rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Right, the time-bombs vs the high-strungs.”

“I would say poor choice of words but you literally blew up.” Laudna chimed in, spindly fingers ghosting over her neck, Imogen glared at him from behind her.

“Shit, sorry Laudna.”

“It’s alright, it was funny.” She spoke over Imogens “Not funny.”

Orym sat vigil as Imogen curled in on herself, eyes glazed as she watched the violet flickering orb of her magical light dance between them. Their party had split off that morning to infiltrate and gather as much intel as they could before finally reporting back to Exandria. They were almost done, but the pressure had only increased. Especially now that they needed to spend the night in the underground network of tunnels near their target. They were meant to be back by now, and they would lose their telepathic communication soon without Letters nearby. It was all getting messy, but they had determined that it was safer to take it slow. Somewhere nearby, Fearne, FCG, and Ashton were waiting with Ira for their signal.

They are safe. Everything is stable. He reminded himself.

He had been first to offer to watch while the rest started their nights rest, but Imogen lingered as if her light was a fire that needed stoking.

You wanna talk about it? He spoke directly in to her mind to not disturb the others. It took her a minute to respond.

Bout’ how my momma might be dead right now? How if I close my eyes I might see her walk into that storm? How it’ll be the last time I ever see her. How I could’ve probably changed her mind but chose not to?

You couldn’t have changed her mind, not overnight.

Imogen looked at the ceiling, tilting her head back to suppress her tears.… I know it. That’s the worst part. She never would’ve chosen me over them. Not without a lot of talkin’ and time we don’t have.

War is full of ugliness and pain, I’m sorry you have to experience it, but you aren’t alone. You have us, we may be broken but we’re your family too, and we chose you. He gestured to the weathered grey fur of Chetney and to where Laudna lay curled up further away. Us and your spooky lady. We love you.

She smiled a little at that. Thanks Orym.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the soft snores of the old werewolf. Imogen’s eyes were noticeably drawn to the huddled form of her girlfriend just at the edge of the purple glow.

Can I ask how it’s going with you guys?

We’re alright. We talked earlier about everything and we probably still need to talk more but it’ll have to wait.

Yeah, I think a lot of us are holding out for a breather to delve into our stuff.

Some things are easier to postpone, my momma not so much, Delilah too, I just wish she wasn’t there all the gods-damned time.

Is it really constant?

Well, ‘ts what Laudna said anyway, she’s been getting stronger, she even spoke out loud to me and Fearne. Imogen grumbled. Cant stand it…knowing that ragged nasty old bitch is whispering horseshit in her ear and watching all our time together. Makes me not wanna do any…private stuff.

Orym snorted but paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. You know that’s exactly what Delilah wants, right?

Us not doing stuff?

Not just that, she needs Laudna to feel isolated…unlovable…it’s much easier to overpower someone with nothing to live for, she would definitely want to separate you two as much as possible.

Orym thanked every deity he could think of that he was friends with Imogen Temult and not at the receiving end of her power as she shot to her feet.

“That fuckin’ cunt.” She hissed out loud, turning to go to Laudna. Thanks Orym.

Orym chuckled and let his head fall back. “Yep.”

The glowing orb trailed after her, shifting its lavender spotlight onto the couple and leaving him in total darkness.

He couldn’t help but watch as they reunited; Laudna jolting upright to check on her, before furrowing her brow and pulling Imogen into her arms. Orym could only guess what Imogen could have possibly said that had Laudna wrapping around her like a spider keen on its prey. The darkness around them drew closer and the warlocks form blurred, growing in size and shuddering as her bones cracked and grew jagged bark. Her shadows licked and played around the perimeter of Imogen’s light, casting a ghostly lightshow accross the cavern wall near them.

His grip tightened on his sword hilt. He still wasn’t used to her unique display of power, and his gut often told him he was in serious danger even if it wasn’t aimed at him. He had started deferring to Imogen in those moments, to gauge the appropriate response.

The sorcerer slipped into the dark embrace without a seconds hesitation. She held on for a long moment before she drew away just enough to pull Laudna’s distorted face down to her own, hands stained black.

He nearly blushed at the raw intimacy of it all. The urge to reach under your partners skin and make a home amongst their bones was usually, he hoped, a purely poetic notion. They were in a unique position, literally, he couldn’t quite make out what was happening so he figured it wasn’t his business.

After a few minutes he glanced back to see imogen blushing and smiling like a smitten teenager, lips smeared dark, as she swayed into Laudna’s -now relatively normal- form. They were still impossibly close, but their magics had calmed, pastel purples blending into shadowy void. He heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing the lilting crone of Laudna’s laugh echo across the cavern. As they settled into their nest of blankets, Imogen’s residual dancing light faded to a dim glow before disappearing altogether, reducing Oryms perception to just his keen ears.

He really wished it hadn’t. It didn’t take long for the pair to start muttering and whispering again. He did his best not to eavesdrop, but it quickly took a tense turn, and he felt a deeply unsettling energy radiating from their direction. The normal darkness turned into something deeper, a chill skirted up his arms, and their whispers distorted to be unrecognizable and nightmarish. He wondered if Laudna had even noticed all the ways magic flowed from her, or if Imogen had grown so accustomed that she hardly took note. He was on his feet and stepping towards them when a voice broke above the din.

“No you fuckin’ aren’t!”

He nearly groaned. They were supposed to be keeping quiet and covert, not infighting. If this came to blows they would be in for a world of problems.

A light flared to life and shot towards him. He froze, preparing for his worst eventualities to unfold, until it stopped just above his head. It was one of Imogen’s, and it swayed slightly, seemingly attached to him this time.

Thanks , uh, could you guys k-

She interrupted him with a frustrated growl.

“Nope. Not messing with that.” He muttered to himself and sat back where he was before. Luckily, things slowly returned to normal, the room regaining its very faint light from the outside, and the couple quieting down for long enough that he knew they were finally asleep. He walked over and kicked Chetney lightly to switch watches with him.

Imogen wanted nothing more than to fall into a dreamless sleep, but she had a point to make first.

“Laudna?…hun? You awake?” She whispered into her lovers mind as she took a careful step towards the slight lump in their bedroll, shedding her outer layers that smelled like ozone and earth.

Laudna shot upright, concern pinching her features. “Are you alright darling?”

“Are you?”

“Can’t seem to close my eyes.”

“Well that never stopped you before.” Imogen teased.

“Imogen…?” Laudna regarded her with caution as the intensity in her eyes sharpened and locked on to her with a faint blush.

“I love you.”

“I love you t-“ The air burst from her chest as Imogen crashed into her.

“I love all o’ you.” She whispered. “Just as you are right now, okay?”

Laudna could only mumble incoherently, balking under the sudden attention as Imogen closed her eyes, happily tucked against her collarbone.

The cold seeped around them, Laudna’s aura enveloping her just before her arms followed suit. “I love you when you’re all creepy and dark.” Imogen took a deep inhale of petrichor and cedar, her hands sliding along the delicate architecture sprouting along Laudna’s spine as it shifted to accommodate her.

All Laudna could do was squeeze her eyes shut and try desperately to believe the woman in her arms.

“All your gore too.” Warm fingers traced ink across pallid skin. “You’re so beautiful Laudna, inside and out, an’ I would know cause I’ve seen it all.” She pulled her down into a slow kiss, hands smoothing her hair as twigs and leaves fell away to oil softened tresses. “I don’t love you in spite of Delilah, I love who you are in spite of her. You’re kind, and joyful, and crafty, and you love kids and you’re always eager to help cheer people up, even when everythin’ is just awful, and I’m gonna sundre that witch for ever thinking she could dim your spark.”

Laudna’s grip on her tightened with a strength that defied her willowy form. Imogen buried her head back into her now-soft skin and pressed a light kiss to her neck.

“I wanna have a farm with horses and two babies with purple eyes and black hair and a dog and some barn cats, and I want the worst thing that happens in a month to be us runnin’ outta eggs.”

Laudna gasped a breath as her ribs settled back in to place, her shock nearly choking her. “Imogen…” she cradled her face gently, dark eyes wide in awe. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Everything is okay, I promise, I just figured some shit out and I wanted to tell you.”

“I-okay.” Laudna wiped tear tracks from warm freckled cheeks as her own dripped from her jaw. “I want that life too. More than anything. It would be my deepest honor to share that with you.”

“Then it’s decided.” Imogen hiccuped and laughed softly. “Did you still wanna sleep?”

“Will you join me?”

“Can I hold you?”

“Please.” Laudna’s voice was small, but her shy smile remained as she bumped their noses and prestidigitated the tears and ichor away.

“Aw.” Imogen mumbled. “I like when it stains me.”

Laudna laughed bright and carefree, pulling Imogen in for another kiss. “You’re strange, my love.”

“Oh I like the sound of that.” Imogen purred.

My love. Mine.

Laudna giggled, delirious with affection, and pulled Imogen down into their bedroll. Imogen rolled onto her back and tugged Laudna’s head to her shoulder, hooking her own legs over Laudna’s, fingers slipping into her hair to scratch gently at her scalp. Her other hand soothed along the arm around her waist until the usual chill had melted away under her careful attention. Laudna sighed again and sunk deeper onto her.

“Alright?” Imogen whispered.

“The children… our children, if we somehow figure out how to have them, rather than adopt, they might be different than you imagined.” Laudna whispered after a moment.

“What like purple hair and black eyes instead? Maybe we’ll get lucky and get one of each.”

“Or a…teifling.” Laudna added.

Imogen held her a little tighter. “Oh! That would be interesting.”

“You’re not opposed?”

“We could always adopt. But, I would be honored to have your little teifling babies, or hells, maybe they’ll be little patè’s- I don’t care one bit darlin- they’ll be ours.”

Laudna clutched at her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. “Okay!” She managed.

“Shit, was that too much?”

“No!” Laudna hid her face in Imogen’s neck. “This all feels like a wonderful dream that will only end in horrid dissapointment.”

“Why would you say that? We’ve come this far havent we?”

“It’s not real .” She began, “I mean -I’m not real- I’m not alive, anything good that happens is simply a nice sentence in my epilogue.” She spoke in a flippant way, whether it was because she believed it, or because it was too painful to say sincerely, either way it made Imogen’s chest ache. A chill traced her spine, and up the back of her neck.

“Don’t you dare say that. I am not a dream.”

“No. You’re far better than anything I could’ve possibly imagined.”

“Don’t get sweet on me after saying this ain’t real.”

Laudna flinched, “I’m a ghost, darling.” She whispered.

“No you fuckin’ aren’t!”

Orym cleared his throat from somewhere in the shadows. Imogen threw a glowing orb his way and turned back to Laudna. “You listen to me. Your heart beats. You have dreams and hobbies and passions. You have a whole-ass girlfriend sitting in front of you, kissin’ on you and talking about making a family. You. Are. Alive.”

“That life wasn’t meant to be mine.”

“Says who? You think you’re just meant to be a hollow shell for a necromancer to puppet? That’s why you were born? You think you haven’t suffered enough to earn a little good?” Imogen huffed and set her glare in the taller woman who was currently curled in on herself. “You think Letters isn’t worthy of love? A family? A future? Just cause his life came about a little differently? Cause he’s two old to feel as young as he does? Cause sometimes he gets the urge to do bad things cause a’ how he was made?”

“Of course not!”

“Well you’re no different.”

Laudna’s eyes darted around, welling up with cloudy tears. “Well, I never thought about it like that.”

Imogen shifted to hold her face, “You deserve this hun, all the good and the weird and the beautiful, you’re just as alive as any of us and shit, you’ll probably even outlive some of us.”

“I should hope not.”

“At least Chetney.”

“…I can live with that.”

They watched eachother in the near darkness, taking a moment to breath as the tension finally faded and the roar behind Imogen’s ears dimmed.

“I’m not letting you go.” Imogen reaffirmed.

Laudna smiled sadly but kissed her forehead. “I hope not, nor I, you.”

“Good.” The last of Imogen’s anger left her in a few hot tears that pressed into cold skin as they hugged and swayed for a long moment.

“Shall we try sleeping again?” Laudna murmured.

Imogen waited until she was almost sure Laudna was asleep before whispering softly. “I’m afraid I’ll see my momma walk into the storm.”

Laudna made a pained noise and cradled her closer. “I’m so sorry dear.”

“It’s alright, really, she’s easier to let go of now that I know more.”

“It’s very much not alright. It’s entirely fucked and horrible. But I’ll be right here the entire time you’re asleep, you won’t be alone for a second, I swear it.”

“Alright.”

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months

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Holy crap I’m loving your writing! Im especially obsessed with Ken and the ranch owner

I’m wondering if you’d be willing to do an fem human reader x Ken where the reader gets a bit sick, nothing too serious but Ken absolutely freaks out and thinks the reader is dying or sum (he learned about death from Stero Barbie. Also spiders. He’s terrified of both) and the reader thinks it’s a bit funny so she’s like “yeah I’m dying” but then he gives her the most terrified and sad kicked puppy look and she has to explain that it’s just a cold lol

Awh thank you!! Im glad that ppl still love my barbie movie stuff even though barbie summer has come and gone 💔

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There were only two things that Ken feared after beginning his new life in the Real World:

One is the mortality of humans, as Barbie told him all about how fragile their lives were and the two paths they were given: either growing old and dying peacefully in their beds, or some terrible occurrence cutting it short long before their time on this earth was up.

The second was spiders.

He especially hated the spiders.

You only recently discovered he had that fear after finding one of those 8-legged critters in your house--or more specifically in his room, where he came barreling out from as though he accidentally set something on fire.

At first, you thought he really did start a fire until he dragged you back into there, begging you to get rid of the "strange beast".

You had no clue what he could possibly be referring to....and then he pointed to the corner, where a little cellar spider sat completely unbothered, weaving its web.

In that moment, you realized you may have turned him arachnophobic, considering you did show him one insect-themed horror movie this past Halloween. He kept freaking out over it potentially growing horse-sized or injecting venom into his bloodstream when he was asleep.

But despite you assuring him neither of those things could happen (and insisting that the spider was more afraid of him), Ken refused to go into the room until it was gone.

You find it hard to fathom that this same doll who led an entire revolt, came to terms with his own identity crisis, and bravely made the transition to humanity....was totally inconsolable in the presence of a tiny bug.

Then again, maybe showing him that movie--and allowing Barbie to explain why arachnophobia was among the top fears humans had--was a huge mistake.

Regardless, you made it your mission to get rid of the critter.

Oddly enough Ken insisted that you didn't actually kill it, but you found you it sweet that he valued its life despite it scaring the shit out of him. So you contained it in a cup, putting a napkin underneath it before releasing it outside.

After that, you mentioned how most people usually killed spiders and other pests that invaded their home.

He looked wildly uncomfortable at that fact, before he began talking about some rather... concerning things: like if the spider knew how short its lifespan was, how easily it could have been crushed, if it feared death or if it was even aware of it at all-

Before he could derail and start rambling about death itself too much, you stopped him, asking if he was feeling alright.

And he went quiet for a moment, before smiling and giving you a kiss, reassuring you he felt better.

Yet even as he left the room, he still appeared awful tense.

It was that day where you worried that it's more than just spiders he feared..

.......

"Babe, what's wrong? Are you sick??"

"...unfortunately, but it's nothing serious. Just a stupid cold I caught at work." Sighing tiredly, you sat up in bed, seeing Ken walk into the room.

He looked nothing short of horrified at how drained and exhausted you sounded this morning. "A-Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I don't want you to catch anything, so I'm sorry...but no kisses today."

"Then..what about tomorrow?"

You just rolled your eyes, drinking some tea you made for yourself. "Maybe, but we'll see if I wake up."

Although it was meant to be a little joke, your foggy brain forgot how seriously the blond often took jokes, and he rushed to your bedside, kneeling down.

His eyes were wide as he took your hand. "If you wake up??? Are you dying??"

Putting down your mug, you sighed once more, trying to figure out a way to remedy this situation before you upset him too much. "No....I mean I just feel like I'm dying, but.." You paused, noticing the tears coming to his eyes. "Ken?"

Now that he was a lot closer, you could see the utterly terrified look on his face--as though you kicked a puppy right in front of him.

Yep, it was already much too late. He was upset.

"I-I know tomorrow is not guaranteed for anyone, but you have to get through this, [y/n]! Please..I can't lose you, too...not when you've done so much to help me." He was extremely close to crying, his lips trembling.

Your heart sunk as you placed a hand ober his own. "Oh honey, I was only kidding around when I say-"

"Why do humans joke about death so much? Don't they know y-you...you can't come back? That they have such short lives?? O-Or sure, some believe you can be reincarnated but that doesn't make it any-"

At this point, he was just blubbering nonsense, so you took him into your arms. And for a moment he fell silent, before burying his face into your chest, trying to calm himself down. "I-I'm sorry.."

"No, no..I'm sorry. You're right..I shouldn't be joking about death around you." Frowning slightly, you stroked his hair. "I promise I'm not dying. Not today, or tomorrow..not for a long, long time. This cold will pass and I'll feel better soon enough."

".....a-are these the irrepressible thoughts of death Barbie had?"

'Oh.'

It finally hit you.

He was going through the same thing she once did.

"Ken.." You had him sit up so you could see his face. Aside from it being a little red and his eyes puffy and watery, there were tear marks trailing down to the stubble that had formed along his jaw and chin. "Why didn't you tell me you were having those thoughts?"

Sniffling, he just shrugged. "I don't know. And... I don't know why I'm thinking them. Barbie could blame it on somebody who was playing with her, but...I can't. Because I'm not a doll anymore, I'm human....a-and...those were my thoughts alone." He shuddered, terrified at that realization. "I guess I just..didn't wanna scare you, b-but obviously it's too late for that..."

A small chuckle came from him, although it dissolved into a small sob as he wiped his eyes. "S-Sorry, I....I want these thoughts to just pass already."

"And they will." You nodded, squeezing his free hand reassuringly. "It looks like you're just experiencing them for the first time, and that's okay. They won't be all you think about. And you don't have to apologize for how you're feeling, as long as you're honest with me."

"Th-Thank you.." He sniffled. "I should be taking care of you, not the other way around. Do you need you anything? More tea? Meds? Anything at all?"

You smiled fondly, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead. "You're all I need right now, sweetheart."

That response seemed to bring Ken's giddy old self back, as he smiled bashfully in return. He melted back into your arms when you wrapped them around him, and he listened to your heartbeat: the only assurance he needed that you were still living.

Eventually...those thoughts of death did pass him by, and he felt okay again.

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CLOUD NINE - CHRIS S.

summary - y/n gets invited to nate’s party when chris spots her and invites her out for a smoke. what happens when chris asks to ditch the party and go back to his?

requested - no

warnings - smut smut smut !

note - this is the first smut (and any type of fanfic in general) that i’ve written in like 8 years, please go easy on me lmfao!!

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as i pulled up to the party i gave myself one last moment to breathe, before opening the door to chaos.

nate was throwing a party, and if there was one thing you need to know about nate, it’s that he knows how to throw a damn party.

i flatten out the bottom of my dress in a weak attempt to make yourself feel more confident- then i braced all and twist the door to enter.

holy fuck was it loud. and holy fuck was there about 9000 people here. maybe a tad exaggerated, but you get the point.

i began to try and weave myself through the aimless bodies dancing and grinding, hoping to either find a friendly face or a bottle of vodka. as i made my way through the crowd, i spotted a boy stood in the kitchen.

christopher owen sturniolo.

possibly the finest man i have ever laid my eyes on.

i staggered my way through the last bunch of people to make it to the kitchen and grab a drink.

i poured yourself a heavy amount of vodka and grabbed whatever mixer i could find, downing it as fast as i physically could. i did NOT want to be sober and bored at this party.

i looked up, as chris eyes fell on me, a look of intrigue and impressed painted his face. a blunt fell from his slightly parted, pink lips.

“damn, ma. you good?” he chuckled, and i smiled back as a light giggle escaped my lips.

“yes, chris. i’m fine. i just don’t want to be sober for a second longer.” i replied, giving the boy a faint smile and he laughed in agreement.

“come out with me, help me smoke this? i would smoke it with matt or nick but they’ve literally disappeared to fuck knows where.” he rolled his eyes.

“oh yeah for sure, i’m down.” i looked at the boy timidly, as i waited for him to lead the way.

chris began to walk us both through the crowd of people to get to the garden, hopelessly i grabbed his arm in order not to lose him within the web of drunken and high people. without me even noticing, a small blush etched onto his cheeks.

after what felt like forever, the two of us finally made our way through the abundance of bodies, into the garden. the night was almost black but the moon lit up the garden effortlessly. stars littered the sky, almost twinkling at us.

chris took seat on the grass, and i followed suit, sitting next to him as he lit up the blunt. he inhaled deeply, eyes closing at the feeling of the smoke filling his lungs. he exhaled and passed it to me, and i’d be lying if i said my heart didn’t practically skip a hundred beats when our fingers skimmed each other. i repeated, as i looked up at him with a smile plastered on my face.

“so chris, besides you losing matt and nick, why’d you bring me out here and not…like nate or something? we barely speak.” y/n questioned the boy, taking another hit before passing the blunt back to chris.

he brought the blunt back to his lips, and as he was inhaled i just couldn’t help but admire how pretty they looked.

“well, you were alone, i was alone, i thought it was the perfect opportunity.” he responded, puffing on the blunt and passing it back to me.

“oh, perfect opportunity? is that right?” i smirked, blowing out some smoke into his face.

he shook his head with a small chuckle, “i mean i didn’t….i didn’t mean it like that, i just thought you were chill.” he continued.

“yeah, yeah.” i giggled, teasing him. i went to pass the blunt back to chris but he shakes his head- i stomped it out as it’s pretty much done with now. a silence falls between the two of us for a few minutes as i stared into the night sky.

i leaned my head onto chris’ shoulder in an attempt to make myself more warm.

“sup ma, are you cold? you wanna go somewhere else?” he inquired, and i lazily nodded my head back as a yes.

the taller boy stood up, and held out his hand for me; i happily obliged by taking it softly. “i was thinking, do you wanna maybe uh get out of here? go chill at mine instead?” he asked, looking at me intently. a rose colour tinted my cheeks as i looked back at the boy, “umm, yeah, yes sure why not!” i answered, a nervous pit in my stomach. was it anxiety or butterflies? i literally couldn’t tell the difference at all. a grin was etched on his face as we began to make our way to the front gate of the garden.

“my house is literally like, round the corner so we’ll be there in no time.” chris informed me, as we both began walking the short journey to his house.

he wasn’t joking because as we were making goofy jokes for what felt like 30 seconds, we already arrived at his front door. he opened it, making sure it’s still open for when his brothers returned and lead me to his bedroom.

“you want a drink or anythin’? food?” he quizzed, and i shook my head no. “i’m okay, but thank you.”

he strutted towards his wardrobe and found a large tshirt, chucking it at me. “here, you’ll be comfier in this.” he said sweetly. “thanks chris!” i replied, as i began taking my shoes off. chris turned around to give me privacy, while i unzipped your dress and slid it down my body.

underneath my dress i only wore a thong, i mean the cups in the dress did the job so as i was getting ready for the party i figured i wouldn’t need one.

all of a sudden, i felt myself walk towards chris, i patted him on the shoulder. he turned around, not expecting to see what he was looking at. he scanned my body up and down, licking his lips ever so slightly. his eyes lingered on my lips for a few seconds as they came back up to meet my eyes. “y/n…” he started, before wrapping his calloused hands around my waist. “is this okay?” he questioned, i looked at him, almost afraid to breathe as i nodded my head slowly. i wrapped my arms around his neck and all of a sudden our lips met.

the kiss began slow but ever so quickly it became rough and desperate. i tangled my fingers in chris’ hair, pulling ever so slightly. the boy let out a small groan from the back of his throat, and i took the opportunity to slip my tongue in his mouth at the cue. he began walking us both back towards the bed, and as i fell into the mattress chris’ body was on top of mine.

i broke away for air, as chris kicks his shoes off not caring where they land. i tugged at the bottom of his shirt signalling for him to take it off. “use your words, pretty girl.” he smirked, bringing his grip to my waist. “off, please chris.” i whined, furrowing your brows. he chuckled lowly as he complied, removing his hands from my waist to take off his top. “is that better, baby?” i nodded sheepishly.

“what did i say? use your words.” he repeated, looking at me in a demanding tone. i whimpered, “yes!” he shook his head. “yes what?” he encouraged, “yes daddy.” i whined, as a satisfied grin spreads across his face. “hm, good girl. now what am i gonna do with you?” he said rhetorically, as he trailed his long fingers over my stomach. my breathing became laboured and began to speed up as i felt myself getting wetter by the second. “please, anything, just touch me!” i cried, wanting nothing more than to be feeling chris’ hands touching me in every place i was imagining.

an almost sadist smirk spread across his face, as he brought his hands up to my chest, tracing his fingers down my sternum at an agonising pace. he trailed further and further and stopped at the line of my underwear. “please stop teasing, it’s so unfair i need you.” i whimpered, drawing a laugh from chris’ throat. “awe, is that so baby?” chris said in response, as he lightly dragged his fingers down my underwear, emitting a shiver from me. “i can already feel that you’re so wet for me baby. i got you all worked up, huh?” he said, as he began to pull my thong down- i lifted my hips almost instantly to help get them off quicker. “such a good girl for me, helping daddy. aren’t you?” he praised, eliciting a light moan from me. “yes, daddy. ‘m only your good girl.”

chris’ fingers dances around my thighs, but before deciding to tease me for too long, he dipped them between my folds to feel the wetness coat his fingers. “mmm, so fucking wet for daddy.” he begun, “suck.” he demanded, as he brought his fingers to my mouth. i took both his fingers in my mouth with ease, sucking and licking whatever was left on them. chris took his bottom lip between his teeth watching me, almost letting out a moan. “bet you taste so good. you gonna let me taste you, pretty girl? gonna let me use my tongue to make you fall apart?” he spoke, his words alone making me lose my mind. “god, yes, yes please. do whatever you want to me.” i spluttered out, not caring how pathetic i sounded. chris leaned in to kiss me again, tasting me from my own mouth. this garnered a moan from the boy, deepening this kiss. he began trailing the kisses down my jaw and neck, sucking purple bruises into the skin. he made his way down to my boobs, taking my left nipple into his mouth, licking it and sucking it causing whimpers to escape my lips. he moved to the right side to give it the same amount of attention before coming off and blowing on them slightly- causing a shiver to go up my spine. the kisses continued down my stomach and to my thighs, continuing to leave purple marks on them and nibbling at the skin. it was becoming harder and harder to keep quieter when he was becoming closer to the place i need him most.

“you ready, princess?” chris asked from between my thighs. almost as fast as lighting i began nodding.

without wasting a second chris licked a stripe between my folds gathering the wetness on his tongue. “taste so fucking good, baby.” chris moaned into you, as he placed a kiss to your clit. without warning he began sucking on it, bringing his left hand up to your pussy and shoving two fingers in. you threw your head back, a loud moan falling from your mouth. “oh, fuck! oh my god.” the profanities were spilling from your mouth as chris sucked and licked at your clit, pumping and curling his two fingers inside you at an ungodly place. “gonna be a good girl and cum on daddy’s face?” the boy asked, though it sounded like more of a demand. “yes, yes fuck keep going.” you managed to whimper out, feeling the heat spread and the knot build up in your stomach. chris sucked on your clit harshly as your thighs tightened around his head, your eyes rolled back as your orgasm washed over you. “o-oh my god, fuck, i’m cumming!” you screamed, legs becoming weak and shaking. chris let you ride out your high, removing his fingers and mouth from your pussy. he sat back up, unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. his cock slapped against his stomach, precum leaking out the tip. your eyes widened slightly at the size. “be a good girl and spit on daddy’s cock.” he instructed, and you obliged quickly, moving towards the boys cock and spitting on the tip. chris jerked himself off slightly to coat his cock in your spit. “face down, ass up princess.” he ordered, and you complied. you felt his presence behind you as he placed a hand on your hip, one on his cock to help line himself up with your hole. he pushed his whole length into you, giving you a second to adjust. “move, please.” you whined pathetically, and without giving you a second to prepare chris began thrusting into you at a rapid pace. “so tight around my cock, baby. feels so fucking good taking you like this.” he moaned out, bringing his right hand down to slap your ass, leaving a red mark. “fill me up so well, daddy.” you cried out, as chris grabbed a first full of your hair and pulled your head backwards. “yeah you like taking daddy’s cock, huh? like being my little slut?” he groaned in your ear. “fuck, yes! love being your slut!” you whimpered in response. “rub your clit for me, princess. wanna cum with you at the same time.” he directed. you brought your hand to your clit, rubbing it in circles as chris pounded you from the back, occasionally spanking you and leaving handprints on your cheeks. “getting close, fuck.” you moaned. “me too baby, be a good girl and cum with daddy.” he commanded, as you felt your legs begin to shake for the second time that night. your orgasm quickly built up as you let out a string of moans and whimpers, gripping the sheet as you rubbed your clit. “fuck, ‘m cumming again daddy!” you whined, as you felt chris’ hips stutter. “gonna fill you up with my cum, baby.” chris grunted, his jaw going slack as he released his load into you, fucking you both through your highs. he slowly pulled out of you, his cum dripping out of your hole.

“come on, let’s get you cleaned up. bet you’re glad you left that party with me.” chris laughed as you rolled your eyes.

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kyleoreillylover · 2 months

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a/n: here's a sneak peak at something I've been working on for 3 months 😭 hope you enjoy this lil snippet!!

no pressure tags: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more-blog @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @empressdede

warnings: lil spicy, making out, pent up aggression, not the healthiest form of love, bit of manipulation towards the end?

word count: 2,420

setting: after hiac 2017 (that's all ima say 🥰)

"You taste like heaven." Sami muttered into your skin, licking a stripe up your neck as Kevin's hand held a death grip on your hip and kept you close to him.

His touch, like with everything else- was aggressive- like he was trying to convey just how strong he was in every possible way, and his lips against yours were an attempt to prove this point. His tongue traced the line of your jaw, down past the corner of your lip to where your mouth opened and he slipped inside.

Your lips were parted for him, letting him get deeper into your mouth, your own hands harshly pulling at his hair as he continued on down, over, around, until he pulled away from your lips with a gasp that reverberated through your whole body and you could tell from the way his chest heaved it took effort for him to do that even though he'd never admit it.

"Stop being a sappy piece of shit," he grumbled, turning his head away to face Sami. Sami gave him a smug smile that only seemed to make Kevin scowl more deeply and glare at him.

"Shut up, Kevin, we both know that you're enjoying this just as much as I am," Sami retorted, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned in to press a teasing kiss to the corner of Kevin's lips. Kevin huffed in response, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that betrayed his facade of indifference.

"Yeah, I totally enjoy this," Kevin replied sarcastically, but his tone lacked conviction as he leaned back in, capturing Sami's lips in a rough kiss that bordered on desperate, years of anger and frustration manifesting in the intensity of his touch. Sami's hand pulled on his hair painfully hard, eliciting a low growl from Kevin that sent shivers down your spine, and Kevin harshly pulled Sami closer that had to hurt, their bodies pressing together with a raw, primal need.

You watched the exchange between them, feeling a mix of arousal and apprehension coursing through you. On one hand, there was a sense of exhilaration at being caught up in the passion and intensity of their embrace. But on the other hand, there was a twinge of guilt gnawing at your conscience.

This wasn't supposed to happen. You knew it was wrong, on so many levels. Kevin had betrayed you, and you left Sami in the dust when you couldn't take their feud anymore, so he probably felt like you were betraying him too. And yet, here you were, caught in the middle of their volatile relationship, unable to tear yourself away from the magnetic pull they exerted on you.

With a shaky breath, you moved to both men, your lips automatically parting as you leaned in to join their embrace, unable to resist the allure of their passion any longer. Your hands found their way to their bodies, trailing over skin slick with sweat as you sought to lose yourself in the heat of the moment.

But even as you surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of their touch, a voice at the back of your mind whispered warnings of the consequences to come. This wasn't sustainable. This wasn't fair to any of you. The tangled web of desire and betrayal threatened to consume you all, leaving nothing but heartache and regret in its wake.

But you didn't care. Not one bit. And neither did they.

And maybe that's why you found yourself sinking deeper into the tangled mess of this complicated relationship, unable to break free from its grasp despite the turmoil it brought. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered confession of desire only served to bind you tighter to Kevin and Sami, weaving a complex tapestry of passion and pain that seemed impossible to unravel.

As the three of you melted into each other, lost in the throes of desire, you couldn't help but wonder how you had ended up here. What had driven you to this point of recklessness, where the lines between love and betrayal were blurred beyond recognition?

You didn't know, but god did you appreciate whatever made you abandon your inhibitions and succumb to the fiery passion that engulfed you. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating pull of desire and the electric chemistry that crackled between you and the two men who held your heart captive.

You only broke the kiss when your back hit the cool surface of the wall behind you, gasping for breath as Kevin aggressively pinned you against it, his lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline while Sami's hands roamed hungrily over your body. Every touch sent sparks flying through your veins, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you whole.

"Get… the keycard." Sami mumbled into your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed his body closer to yours, his hands roaming lower, teasing and tantalizing you with his touch as he force Kevin's mouth off of you to replace it with his, his tongue darting out to taste you with a hunger that mirrored your own.

Your mind was a haze of desire and need as you fumbled for the keycard, your fingers trembling with anticipation as you finally located it and handed it over to Sami. He wasted no time in swiping it through the reader, the soft click of the door unlocking echoing in the room as he pulled away from you, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're such an asshole." Kevin muttered at Sami pulling him away from you, his voice laced with a mixture of irritation and arousal as he reluctantly stepped back from you, his gaze burning with intensity as he watched Sami lead you towards the door. Despite his grumbling protest, you could see the hunger in his eyes, the same hunger that mirrored your own as you followed Sami into your hotel room, the promise of what was to come hanging heavy in the air.

Inside the room, the tension between the three of you was palpable, thick with anticipation and desire. Kevin went towards you, wanting to kiss you so deeply and harshly that you would forget everything else, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest, a dark look on your face.

"Not yet." You snarked at him, your voice low and husky as you looked up at him, your eyes burning with a hunger that sent shivers down his spine.

"Excuse me?" Kevin growled, his frustration evident in the way his jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists at his sides. But despite his obvious irritation, there was a flicker of something else in his eyes — a hint of curiosity, perhaps, or maybe even a touch of arousal at your commanding tone.

"Get your ass on the bed. If you think I'm going to let you have your way with me just like that, you've got another thing coming," you continued, your voice dripping with authority as you turned to Sami, who watched the exchange with a mixture of amusement and arousal, moving close to you until his body was pressed behind yours, his hands sliding possessively over your hips.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Sami whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he nipped at the sensitive flesh below your earlobe. You shivered at the sensation, your body responding eagerly to his touch as you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his with a hunger that matched your own. He always knew how to break down your defenses, how to push you to your limits and beyond, even when you were at your most stubborn, and right now was no exception.

But you would be damned if you let either of them have complete control over you. No, tonight was about equality, about mutual desire and satisfaction.

You pushed Sami back gently, but firmly, breaking the closeness between you. "I think I'm doing what I want." You replied, your voice steady despite the fire that burned within you. All the pent up anger and frustration from years of betrayal and manipulation surged to the surface, fueling your determination to take charge of the situation.

But if you thought that it was that easy, then you were sorely mistaken. Kevin wasn't one to back down from a challenge, especially not when it came to matters of desire and dominance. With a growl of frustration, he lunged towards you, his lips crashing onto yours with a ferocity that left you breathless.

His hands roamed over your body, possessing you in a way that sent shivers down your spine and ignited a fire in your belly. Despite your earlier resolve to assert your independence, you found yourself melting into his touch, unable to resist the magnetic pull he exerted on you, but you painfully dug your nail into his shoulders, pushing him back with a mixture of defiance and desire.

"I said not yet," you repeated, your voice firm as you stared into his eyes, daring him to challenge your authority.

For a moment, there was a flash of anger in Kevin's eyes, a stubborn defiance that mirrored your own. But then, almost imperceptibly, the tension in his shoulders eased, replaced by a flicker of something else — something softer, more vulnerable. And in that moment, you realized that beneath his tough exterior, Kevin was just as conflicted and uncertain as you were.

Sami grabbed your arm, pulling you gently away from Kevin's grasp, his touch surprisingly tender despite the intensity of the moment.

"Easy, Kev," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he guided you towards the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. "Calm down. We all know how you're feeling." Despite your initial resistance, you found yourself yielding to Sami's touch, the warmth of his embrace calming the turmoil raging within you. He always knew to how calm you down with a single tough, knew how to soothe your soul, how to make you forget about the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded you, if only for a moment.

"You know how I feel?" Kevin repeated, his voice laced with bitterness as he watched Sami lead you away. "I don't know anything anymore."

There was a rawness to Kevin's voice, a vulnerability that struck a chord within you. Despite everything that had happened between you, you couldn't ignore the pain etched into his features, the anguish in his eyes as he struggled to make sense of his own emotions.

In that moment, you saw him not as the tough, unyielding wrestler he portrayed to the world, but as a man burdened by his own insecurities and fears. "Why did you help me instead of tearing me apart? You both have every reason to hate me, to want revenge for what I did to you. And yet, you saved me. Why?"

You honestly didn't know how to answer Kevin's question. It wasn't a matter of forgiveness or forgetting the past, but rather a recognition of the complex web of emotions that bound the three of you together. Despite the betrayals and the hurt, there was still a connection between you that transcended logic and reason.

Even though Kevin hurt you, even though you were all tangled in a mess of desire and confusion, there was still a flicker of something deeper — something that drew you together despite the odds.

Was it because Kevin's career was on the line? Was it because you couldn't bear to see him suffer, even after everything that had happened between you? Or was it simply because, deep down, you still cared about him, despite the pain he had caused?

Sami stopped in his tracks, turning to face Kevin with a steely gaze that held no hint of fear or hesitation. His face was strangely unreadable, and that made your heart race. You could usually read him like an open book, but right now, he was a mystery to you, his emotions carefully concealed behind a mask of indifference. "Because," he said slowly, his voice low and measured, "despite everything that's happened between us, I couldn't let you suffer like this. We may have our differences, our past grievances, but at the end of the day, we're still human. We still feel pain, anger, and regret. And I couldn't stand by and watch you destroy yourself, no matter how much you may have hurt me in the past."

There was a weight to Sami's words, a sincerity that cut through the tension in the room like a knife. For a moment, Kevin seemed to waver, his facade cracking ever so slightly as he processed Sami's words. You could see the turmoil swirling in his eyes, the conflicting emotions waging war within him as he struggled to come to terms with the truth of Sami's words.

"Now come sit on the bed, Kevin." Sami's voice turned from measured to a stern command, his hand outstretched towards Kevin, a silent invitation to join the two of you. Kevin seemed to hesitate for a moment, staring at Sami with a mixture of uncertainty and defiance.

But then, as if resigned to his fate, he slowly made his way towards the bed, his gaze locked with yours as he slowly made his way towards the both of you as he gripped the edge of the mattress, his movements hesitant yet determined.

You didn't know what to expect next as Kevin sat down on the edge of the bed, his presence sending ripples of tension through the air. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, his eyes searching yours for some semblance of understanding, some hint of forgiveness that could ease the burden of guilt weighing on his conscience.

But forgiveness wasn't something that came easily, especially after everything that had transpired between you. And yet, as you looked into Kevin's eyes, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him, a flicker of compassion that threatened to thaw the icy walls you had erected around your heart.

Maybe you could be a hypocrite once in a while, allowing yourself to forgive those who hurt you, even if they didn't necessarily deserve it. Maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for reconciliation, for healing the wounds that had festered between you and Kevin for far too long.

Or maybe you could use this to your advantage.

What you didn't know was that Sami was thinking the same thing.

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bard-llama · 1 month

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WiP Friday: Scene from To Weave a Tangled Web

So, the premise of this story is essentially that Zukaang are together post-canon and they're working with Kuei to try to repair the world and Aang has the brilliant idea of uniting the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom by having Zuko and Kuei get married. Problem is, he's currently dating Zuko and failed to actually talk to him about what that could mean. So now we get Aang talking to the Gaang after getting kicked out by Zuko, who is rather understandably upset.

Aang was panicking. He knew he was panicking, but he didn’t know how to stop.

“What happened?” Katara asked immediately, coming to his side the moment he stepped into their room.

Aang sniffled, not quite able to manage speech.

Toph frowned, forehead creasing. “You weren’t able to talk?”

He shook his head, trying to hold back tears. He didn’t know how to fix this. He didn’t know how to get Zuko back.

But he had to! He didn’t want to lose Zuko!

But he had and he needed to figure out how to repair things, or – or – what would he do if Zuko never forgave him? What would he do without Zuko at his side?

Nose running, he sniffed hard and managed to say, “he kicked me out.”

“What? Why?” Suki asked, face scrunching in confusion. “What happened?”

Aang’s eyes welled up with tears again and he rubbed his face, unable to answer.

Toph sighed heavily, but though she sounded put upon, her expression was concerned. “Zuko’s upset because Aang told him to marry Kuei without explaining what that meant for them.”

“Oh.” Sokka blinked. “Wait, you didn’t talk to him about it!?”

“I didn’t think to!” Aang defended. “I forgot monogamy was a thing!” His friends stared at him and he ducked his head, face red. Hugging himself he added, “I know I messed up. But how do I fix it!? He won’t talk to me!”

“Well, what did he say?” Katara asked softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“He thinks – he thinks I want him to be a ‘side piece’,” he quoted. “What does that even mean!?” It certainly didn’t sound like a good thing.

“Seriously?” Sokka asked, sounding surprised.

“It’s – you know,” Suki tried to answer, “um, it’s like when someone – has someone on the side.”

“The side of what?”

“Of their main squeeze,” Toph filled in.

Aang frowned. “What do you mean ‘main’? Relationships don’t fall into a hierarchy.”

“...maybe not for Air Nomads,” Toph acknowledged, “but for the other nations? Yeah, they totally do.”

“Really?” Aang blinked. “But – but what does that mean?”

Toph’s mouth twisted as she searched for words. “In the Earth Kingdom, it’s pretty common for powerful men to have wives – their ‘main squeeze’ – and also to have a mistress on the side. I’d imagine something similar happens in the Fire Nation, though they hide it better. But we’re both – both nations have hereditary inheritance.”

“What?” Aang was not alone in asking.

“Like – like when my parents die, as their child, I would inherit everything. Likewise, Zuko’s family is royal, and so because he is part of that bloodline, he was able to inherit the throne. So for us, it matters who your ‘main’ person is, because that’s who gets inheritance rights. But you guys aren’t like that.”

Aang shook his head, as did Katara and Sokka.

“I mean, it’s not that we don’t have inheritance,” Katara clarified. “But we define things by family, not by blood.”

“How’s that different?” Suki asked.

“You can have family that’s not related to you by blood,” Sokka pointed out. “Like all of us.”

“Hmm,” Suki nodded in consideration. “Kyoshi Island is more like the Earth Kingdom, but um. Kind of reversed? It’s – it’s more common for women to have others on the side, because there’s more of us.”

“Huh,” Sokka said. “How did none of us ever talk about this sooner?”

“Because you’re all idiots,” Toph said.

“Hey, you never brought it up either!”

“I’m exempt from idiot status,” Toph sniffed haughtily and Aang couldn’t help but giggle, though it petered out quickly.

“What do I do?” he asked. “How – how do I make him see?”

“Well,” Katara chewed on her lip. “Maybe start by trying to express what you want and how it’s different from what he thinks.”

“I just want to be with him,” Aang said, rubbing his eyes. “I – I thought marrying Kuei was a good idea, but not if it means losing him!”

“It doesn’t have to be all or nothing,” Sokka said. “I mean, multiple people can be together at the same time.”

“I know!” Aang huffed in frustration. “Air Nomads – we don’t believe in possessions. We don’t have inheritance. We’re – we’re all about freedom. About – about what you choose. That’s what family is – the people you choose to have in your life.”

“Huh,” Toph clicked her tongue. “You guys are more family than my parents ever were.”

“Exactly!” Aang said. “What does blood matter? Your values and what you choose are more important. That’s what ties people together.”

“So what does that mean for romance?” Katara asked. “In – in the Southern Water Tribes… it’s not uncommon for someone to have more than one partner. But they’re all equals. Like – like Mom and Dad and Bato. They were always together but no one comes ‘first’, you know?”

Toph’s brow furrowed. “But if you call one ‘Dad’ and one ‘Bato’... doesn’t that kind of imply that Dad comes first?”

“Why?” Katara asked, surprised.

“Well, like… who would you inherit from? Your Dad or Bato?”

Katara shared a look with her brother. “Both of them? We’re a family. A unit. Everything we own is shared.”

“Okay, but a family has a lot of different relationships in it. But like… there’s still one that comes first romantically, right?”

“...no?”

“Why is there a hierarchy?” Aang asked. “All relationships serve a purpose in your life. All love is different, but none of it is lesser.”

“I mean… you put some people first, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but that comes back to family. You guys are my family, of course I put you first. But it’s not like Zuko’s well-being is more important than any of yours. You’re all my family.”

“Hmm,” Toph hummed. “So in your mind, what does a relationship between you and Zuko and Zuko and Kuei look like?”

“Like… normal?” Aang shrugged, slightly helpless. “It’s like – it’s like having friends! No one would say that because Katara is my friend, then obviously Sokka can’t be! So why would you do that with romance!? Everyone loves multiple people! It would be super unhealthy otherwise!”

“...what?”

Aang bit his lip, trying to figure out how to explain. “Sokka, you love Suki, yeah? But you also love Katara and me and Toph and everyone. So why is that different?”

“Yeah, but I’m only romantic with Suki,” Sokka pointed out. “Also, Katara’s my sister.”

“Every relationship is different,” Aang agreed. “Not just the difference between romantic and platonic, but like – like, all our friendships are different! You have a different dynamic with Zuko than I have, just like me and Katara have a different relationship than you and Katara.”

Sokka’s mouth twisted as he thought on that. “I mean… it’s still kinda different? Like – like romance is… you know… romance!”

“But who decides if something is romantic or platonic?” Aang asked. “Why is it that when I hold hands with you, it’s platonic, but when I hold hands with Zuko, it’s romantic?”

“Uh…”

“It’s ‘cause we decide! Every relationship has a different dynamic and only the people involved can define it. There’s no behavior that’s inherently romantic or inherently platonic.”

“What about kissing?” Toph asked.

“Didn’t your parents ever kiss you?”

“Oh. Huh. Yeah, I guess.”

“But what about sex?” Sokka asked. “I mean…”

“People have sex without being romantically involved,” Aang pointed out. “And sexual attraction and romantic attraction don’t always align. Like, who you want to have sex with is not necessarily who you want to build a family with, right?”

“Hmm,” Suki hummed. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But so what does that mean?”

“Well, I guess it raises the question,” Katara said, “what do you want your relationship with Zuko to be? What does he want? It sounds like you two need to talk about that.”

“Yeah, but he won’t talk to me!” Aang said, biting his lip in distress.

“Breathe, Twinkletoes,” Toph said, poking him. “We’ll help you talk to Zuko. But you gotta figure out what you wanna say, because you’re gonna need to be as clear as possible.”

“I just – I just wanna be with him,” Aang whispered. “I thought the marriage was a good idea, but not if it means losing him!”

#atla #polyamory #zukaang #zuko x aang #zuko x kuei #wip wednesday

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Bride of Discord Rewritten Chapter 13: the date

"The portal's ready," Discord said after conjuring a swirling red void. Beyond everything there would be freedom. Amongst the populous, hearing manes swiftly flutter, and ponies laughing. Everything was different and uncanny. Behind the weaved web of space in front of her the grass was still growing, the workweek still happening. It was tender and consistent.

December 4th. 3 months. 9 moons. Fluttershy arrived on August 25th. 3 months with no friends, not a single day of work, no routine. And Fluttershy couldn't bring herself to say any of this was damaging her. It would be a lie on her part, at least on surface level. No matter how much she tried to explore it, she never felt alone, truly and without discernable reason.

All the animals were gathered in front of the portal, staring at it questioningly. The draconequus looked to Fluttershy.

"Are you ready?"

She inhaled deeply. "Yes." She turned to the crowd of creatures. "My friends, I know some of you are unhappy here and wish to go, so…I'm giving you a chance. This portal here will take you anywhere you want. No boundaries. Whoever you want to see."

It stung like nettles.

"Don't worry about me. I love every one of you, but…you can't stay here for my sake, not forever. I…I'll be fine."

After hearing some more chirping, Fluttershy hung her head.

"I'm not going. I can't."

Angel stepped forth and pointed towards Discord

"Yeah, I'll be with him. It shouldn't concern you, mon petít ange. I'll be safe with him."

For a while, the animals stood there, wondering what to do. Then a few headed towards the portal. Fluttershy turned away, unable to watch. She could hear the electric noise as the animals stepped through the void. She tried to hold back the tears, but it was no use. She ran to the nearest tree and buried her face in her hooves and began weeping.

After a while, she could no longer hear any chirps, squeaks or grunts. She did not need to turn around to know that they were all gone now. Then she felt something soft patting her head. She looked up and saw Angel smiling at her. Other animals surrounded her, some badgers, squirrels birds, ducks and mice who had stayed behind.

She sniffed. "Thank you, friends. If you wanna be here I promise you can come back whenever you want."

But she could not help but weep for the animals that had left. After closing the portal, Discord cautiously approached his fiancé. He got a few angry glares from the animals, but Fluttershy raised her hoof, assuring that it was alright. Still glaring at the draconequus, they slowly broke apart. Discord knelt down to her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she choked.

"That was…very brave of you."

"I know. I just…can't help…"

She buried her face in his fur and cried. Discord slowly wrapped his arms around her and stroked her mane.

"Shhh," he whispered. "There, there. They're free. They have no duties."

"It must feel so light..." she sobbed.

"No more tears then."

He took her face in his hands and wiped away her tears. He had to think of a way to cheer her up. Then it hit him.

"How about I take you out to dinner tonight?"

Fluttershy blinked in confusion. "Out?"

He nodded with a grin. "I get it! Feeling cooped up isn't that nice, and since you can't... leave without legal ramifications- heck, I think we should do it!"

"You mean…outside the castle?"

"Well, if you need a m- castle? I don't have one! We live in a cottage!"

"No! That would be wonderful."

"I'll see you at seven, then?" She nodded as he pulled away. "Oh and why don't we make this a formal occasion? So, wanna wear something nice? Might wanna wear practical shoes-"

He looked down at her iron lined hooves.

"Alright. Tonight then."

Discord watched his mirror as it showed and Big Macintosh on another date with his dame, sugar belle. Jeez, if you like it then you should put a ring on it!

...

He probably yelled that out loud.

"How does he do it?" he wondered. He doesn't truly expect marriage after this, perhaps the strongest friendship ever maybe. But he, Macintosh, seems so charming he makes her swoon.

They gave him nothing. They were already in love. They were having lunch at a café, sharing a milkshake with two straws. It was a strange flavor, something like root beer and latin strawberries. Probably Mexico. Nopony ever remembers the other countries, or the whole continent.

"Any leaves falling?" Sugar Belle asked her date.

"Eyup."

"You think maybe we could prance in the leaves sometime?." She glanced her hooves. "Ooh, and I'll bring some cider! It'll be cold!"

"Yup," the red stallion nodded.

Before standing up, sugar belle leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. Discord's eyes widened at this action. Of course! Why didn't he think of it before? They're already in love! And he needs a crush-duo!"

Now he knew he had to make this night perfect. Something he couldn't remember at the moment was at stake!

Fluttershy was pacing around her room, Angel standing impatiently on her bed.

"Ooh, what should I wear?" She held up a green dress in front of the mirror. "This one? No." She picked up a blue dress. "This one? No." The next was red. "Maybe? Oh, where's Rarity when you need her?!"

Angel thumped his foot on the bed to get her attention. She turned to him as he squealed.

"Why am I so nervous? Oh, I don't know! I just…want to look nice…"

The rabbit glared at her, his head tilted and his nose scrunchied.

"Oh, Angel, if I didn't wanna go I wouldn't! And I want to go, so I want to look nice. I want to look as pretty as I should feel."

Angel snorted. He leaned back and quirked his eyebrow, little paws resting folded on his crossed legs. His paws only have fur on the bottom. Rabbits have no paw pads. They have toes with bottoms. There is no squish at the bottom.

"I don't know for a first friend I seem kinda lousy... I wanna feel cute. I want my new friend to feel handsome."

The bunny turned away in a huff. Fluttershy sighed and flew over to the vanity. As she gazed in the mirror, she thought of all the times Discord had called her beautiful. Although she would never admit it, just being with him made her feel beautiful. That's why she had to look her best tonight.

She did not know where these thoughts were coming from. Since when did she care so much about her appearance? He likes how she looks! Friends don't care anyways!

Fluttershy spun around to face Angel. "Can you help me pick out a dress?"

The rabbit stared at her for a moment, then hopped down and began rummaging through the closet.

Discord spent the rest of the day searching for other couples in Equestria to learn from. None of them were she and he.

It was now five minutes to seven and Discord was making last minute adjustments to his appearance. The tuxedo he had summoned made him feel ridiculous, but he had a girl to impress, so he was willing to suffer whatever pain to do so. He could do nothing to improve his physical appearance, however. He was able to change form, but he had figured out long ago that no matter what he turned into, part of his deformed figure would remain. But if there were any more of hims he would be proud of his nation! One that can be loved!

"Okay, Discord," he said to his reflection. "You can do this. You can do this!"

He licked his paw and slicked his mane back, only to have it pop back up. He sighed in defeat.

"Oh, who am I kidding? I can't do this! Discord, wake up and smell the hummus! She's the most beautiful creature in the world and I'm…" he looked at himself in the mirror. The reflection was so unfamiliar. So silly and loving. It made him warm.

He teleported outside of Fluttershy's bedroom and was about to knock when a thought occurred to him.

"Hold on. If you're going to do this, do it right!"

He summoned a bouquet of roses and straightened his tux. He then knocked on the door and heard the angelic voice from inside: "One minute!"

As he waited, Discord started sweating.

"Alright, no need to be nervous," he muttered to himself. "Just one girl. Just one amazing, BEST FRIEND. my, it's hot in here." He tugged at his collar. "You can do this. Whatever you do, don't look like a…"

"Discord?"

He was so distracted he had not heard the door open. He quickly straightened himself up and felt himself lighten.

"Fluttershy! You ready to…?"

He stopped at the extraordinary sight before him and nearly dropped the bouquet. She wore a marigold dress, voluminous ebbing only slightly before bounding back into another tier. roses and vines embroidered in and out along the hem dancing along the silhouette. Her hair was tied into a long ponytail flouncing dainty over her shoulders like a calm stream. Her ballroom gloves seemed redundant, but framed her soft nature and gentle touch. Her sleeves fell off the shoulder.

"Is everything alright?"

Discord opened his mouth, but no words came.

"Is it too much? I can change, if you'd like."

"No!" he blurted. Then he pulled himself together and cleared his throat. "You look…amazing."

She turned away with a blush. Discord then remembered the bouquet and handed it to her.

"Oh yeah yeah!! Here!"

Fluttershy took the flowers with a smile. "Thank you, I haven't seen these around the cottage!"

"It suits you."

Fluttershy blushed again. "You're too sweet. So where are we going?"

Discord turned his back to her and crouched down. "Hop on and I'll show you!"

Her eyes widened. "You mean…climb on your back?"

"Yes, we're flying there!"

"Oh but…I can fly by myself…"

"oh yea.."

She hesitantly crawled onto Discord's back and locked her hooves around his neck. The draconequus turned around and opened one of the windows.

"Hold on tight," He unfurled his wings and raced towards the window. Fluttershy shut her eyes and let out a squeak as he launched into the air.

"Woo hoo!" Discord cried. "Fluttershy, you've got to look at this view!"

His only response was a whimper. He turned his head to see the pegasus burying her face into his neck. He raised an eyebrow.

"You can look, you know?"

"But it's so…" Fluttershy stammered, "…high."

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you're afraid of heights! You're a pegasus for crying out loud!"

"It's um…not of heights, it's of…falling."

"shoot, sounds reasonable!"

"Are we going to land soon?" she pleaded.

The draconequus rolled his eyes. "Alright, hold it."

He blinked hard. Trees and grass turned into ash instantly. Everything that was there before pony kind would never outlast them. It was all toppled by the ancient apex predator of flame. Acres of carnage raged across the small clearing, leaving little in its wake.

His descent landed 200 yards away from the target area.

He slowly descended into a large clearing in the wood. He snapped his fingers and turned to the shivering pony on his back.

"It's okay. You can let go now."

Fluttershy opened her eyes and floated to the ground. She glanced at their surroundings and gasped at the sight of a table draped in a white cloth, centered with a lamp, one with oil higging the flame tight. Two covered dishes were set in front of two cushioned dining chairs. As a last minute touch, Discord summoned a violin, then an invisible orchestra of jazzy tunes playing softly by itself in midair. He bowed to his date, gently taking her hoof.

"Shall we, my dear?"

She giggled as he lightly kissed her hoof. He then ushered her to one of the chairs, holding it out for her as she sat down and pushed it back in. Fluttershy was impressed at what a gentleman he was being.

"And what would my dear, sweet Fluttershy like to eat?" Discord inquired as he seated himself.

"Gosh uh... I don't know. This is all so wonderful... I've never seen anything like it!"

"I know just the thing!"

He snapped his fingers and when Fluttershy lifted the cover of her dish, she saw a bowl of bright green leaves with no stems, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, feta cheese and ranch dressing. It mouthwatering. He offered the one thing she'd craved then and there: RHUBARB. it was swiftly devoured.

Discord had a chocolate milkshake, though as he sipped through the straw, the glass disappeared rather than the liquid.

"This was really nice of you," she said with a smile

"Well," he chuckled, "I think we've both been cooped up in that castle for too long. Besides, it is lovely out here!"

His laughed was bouncy, and his speech was lined with a smile and snaggletooth. He was adorable.

She gazed into the darkness of the trees. "What if a Timberwolf or something shows up? Or-"

He waved his paw nonchalantly. "Please, I'm the scariest thing you'll find in this forest."

She looked at him shyly. "I don't think you're scary."

Discord tried to contain his joy at hearing her say that. "Well, there you go! Nothing else should frighten you then!"

"Oh…um…I'm not brave…"

"Sure you are! You left ponyville to be here..."he cringed. Sore spot. The only reason she was here was because-

"I wanted to find something purposeful, something I could contribute to. I'm a ponyville citizen, and I'd to anything for the other ponies..."

...

"well, I admire your tenacity! ANYWHO,"

He summoned them each a wine glass, filling them with grape juice. He raised his glass.

"A toast to the future!"

Fluttershy gave him a small smile and clinked her glass with his. It was only now that she started growing suspicious. They had had a candlelit dinner before, but dressing up, playing romantic music and talking about the future? Not only that, but they were out in the open where someone might assume they weren't friends. Hell, it was questionable since they were technically fiance's.

"is this a date?" She asked slyly and cautious.

"You hear that, dear?" Discord said. "They're playing that song from like, a million moons ago!"

°°Unforgettable, that's what you are

Unforgettable, though near or far

Like a song of love that clings to me..°°

He teleported beside her and bowed. "Enchanté, mademoiselle. May I have this dance?"

She stared at his open paw for a while and then slowly took it, giggling at his pronunciation. In a flash, the clearing had turned into a marble pavilion, the columns decorated in flowered vines. Cloaked around the pillars hung damask chenille fabrics. candles illuminating the tiled floor. Made it seem like the stars had landed here just for them. He led her to the middle and pulled her close.

°°How the thought of you does things to me

Never before has somepony been more Unforgettable in every way

And forevermore (and forevermore)°°

He twirled her around as he had done the first time they danced, swinging like they flew. Maybe they were, flying in a sense of being lifted.

°°That's how you'll stay (that's how you'll stay)

That's why, darling, it's incredible, That someone so unforgettable, Thinks that I am unforgettable too°°

Certainly all pressure released from their every joint, as if they were held. A whirl, a twist, and once more they embraced, simple stepping in a preconceived and unplanned pattern. Shuffling almost. They remained enclosed and circling until the next song.

°°You're my world, you're every breath I take

You're my world, every move I make°°

"I mean, that'll do, just fine."

"But you…" Fluttershy was about to say, but was cut short as he snaked his paw around her waist and gently took her hoof in his paw.

°°As the trees reach for the sun above

So my limbs reach out to you for love°°

Suspicious or not, she couldn't deny how a tender waltz would have made her downright uncomfortable with anypony else.

Luna watched on from her perch. Their appearance should make ponies tremble for how drastically different it seemed beyond word of mouth. Rather than a prisoner, she looked as if she were worshipped.

How mundane the things said in public felt now. How inferior they should feel under the weight of love, of any kind. This embrace broke laws and treaties, at any moment fluttershy could fly away of her own accord, and how unwilling discord would be to force her back.

The waltz was difficult for Discord, because Fluttershy was so much smaller than him. He could not hold his arm outward without straining her forelimb, as she was quadrupedal. he turned and dipped her as much as he could. Eventually, he found a solution and placed his claw on her waist along with his paw, bringing them closer together.

"Where did you learn to dance like this?" Fluttershy inquired as he dipped her again.

He smirked as he slowly brought her back up. "You'd be surprised how much you can learn without the aid of magic."

She glanced around nervously.

"discord-"

"Shhh," he whispered, putting a finger to her lips. "No words, my dear. Let's just enjoy this beautiful night."

Luna puffed her chest in pride at her beautiful night.

The pegasus was not the only one who seemed different. Discord's eyes never left Fluttershy and he was gentle with every movement he made with her. what he had created out here was not his usual wacky construction. Everything was orderly, even the tuxedo he was wearing. A tuxedo! His voice was different as well, softer and kinder. This was not the draconequus Luna had helped turn to stone.

Luna bit her lip and quirked her brow in astonishing awe as fluttershy lay her head on his chest. He looked at her in a manner none could replicate.Luna's jaw dropped. She knew that look. Could it be that the Lord of Chaos was in…? How could a creature of his nature feel this way?...

Then again, who was she to judge someone in such a manner? She of all ponies should know better than to label somepony as completely evil.

A thousand years, he had suffered alone, as did she. The difference between them was that Luna had her sister. Discord had no one to let him in, until now, it seemed. So was this genuine?

°°If our love ceases to be

Then it's the end of my world for me°°

Her thoughts seemed to move godspeed as only a verse had passed. With that, she left through means of teleportation.

The two sat there awkwardly for a while, waiting for the other to break the ice. They stole glances at each other, but looked away before the other could notice. Fluttershy smoothed out her dress while Discord rubbed the back of his neck before looking at her again. After a few minutes, she finally caught him.

"What are you staring at?" she asked playfully.

Discord smirked as if the answer was obvious. "Why you, of course. You fascinate me. I've never met anything or anypony more accepting, so autonomous and timid at once!"

Fluttershy blushed slightly. "That's very sweet."

He curved his body around her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I speak the truth, my dear. You are everything I could ever ask for."

She closed her eyes as he leisurely ran his fingers through her hair. His face was so close that she could feel his pastry breath. A month ago, this would have frightened her, but now, she just wanted him to keep stroking her mane, soothing her, whispering these things in her ear. Whenever he was around, she felt safe and secure, beautiful and important, cared for and adored.

"Fluttershy," Discord whispered.

"Mmm-hmm?" she uttered absent-mindedly.

"Might I ask you a teensy question? It's not the usual one!"

"Mmm-hmm."

He turned her head towards him. "May I... kiss you?"

She froze. Her shoulders seemed to pass her ears as she was was racked with blush.

The orchestra seemingly added a longer instrumental. Because of course they did.

He quickly moved away from her. "Sorry, I…I've just never kissed anypony before and…since we're friends, you wouldn't mind…"

"Okay," she replied weakly.

"Are you sure?"

She breathed and boldly faced him. "One k-k-kiss w-wouldn't hurt."

Her permission felt like a firework in his chest.

He gently took her face in his hands and leaned forward. What if she doesn't enjoy it? What if she hates me for the rest of my life? What are you waiting for? Do it now!

He panicked and kissed her on the forehead before quickly pulling away. Fluttershy opened her eyes in confusion. She shivered.

"Discord," she said slowly, "are you…nervous?"

He scoffed. "Nervous? W-why should I be nervous?"

"It's okay. I'm nervous too."

The draconequus blinked. "You are?"

She hung her head. "Well…I've never been kissed either and…if I'm going to kiss anypony for the first time..." She trailed off and looked back up at him. "I won't mind. Go ahead."

Discord gulped. "Um…alright. Here it goes."

She closed her eyes as he leaned toward her again. He was only an inch away from her lips when his panic returned. Her lips pouted, anticipated. He couldn't be enough. She was a oil lamp. She was warm and covered. On every surface of his being there was dense sheen. She was everything he could possibly foresee.

°°With your hoof resting in mine

I feel a power so divine-!°°

Nothing. Buzzing, fluttering. Pounding. Silent under the guise of tension. Fluttershy closed the gap between them, as momentarily Discord's widened eyes softened. His eyelids slid closed.

°°You're my world, you are my night and day!°°

Nothing could end. Combustion. Sparks. A burn at first, them gripping yearning. This Was unlike anything, imperceivable. The meaning of life was nothing, a dead concept with no answer, time's arrow neither stands still nor reverses. It merely marches forward. As does definitions. The definition of life at this moment was...

°°You're my world, you're every prayer I pray!°°

"That was…" he stammered.

"…nice," she finished.

°°If our love ceases to be...°°

"How about another dance?" he asked suddenly.

°°then it's the end of my world...°°

"Are you alright, my dear?"

°°end of my world...!°°

"I don't think any other kiss will feel like that again..."

°°END OF MY WORLD...°°

She looked at him with nothing close to what she looked at her most favored things with. It was otherworldly, ethereal endearment.

°°FOOOR, MEEEEE!!°°

The climax. The shattering. The orchestra replicating the brains neurological sense of compassion that will nevermore be spoken with such brilliance and conciseness.

"Do you want me to tuck you in?"

"No, thank you," the pegasus said, flying out of his arms. "Thank you for tonight. It was lovely," She yawned.

She surprised him with a peck on the cheek. "Good night."

"Sleep well, my sweet," Discord said, putting a hand where she had kissed him.

She did not take his eyes off him until the door was shut. Discord couldn't handle the walk back, opting to teleport to his room and rejoice like a teenage filly. His hooves flew in circular motions, and he shouted nearly squealing.

He brought the bed down so it could catch him as he collapsed. He had just kissed the most amazing pony in the world and she was the one who initiated it!!

After replaying the events of the evening in his head, his grin slowly disappeared as realization hit him.

There was no use denying it.

It wasn't about the plan anymore.

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