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- Mod Moon

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Hello! Mod speaking here, I'll make his refrence sheet later but I hope you understand that I'm not good at roleplaying canonically so stuff may not be so in character but I'm trying my best :)

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TIMELESS

This fic is for @katie-my-lady​ (imma send this to her since tumblr is trash and won’t let me tag her)

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS!  Here’s your special WonderTrev Secret Santa fic!  I hope you enjoy feel free to ask if you want me to DM it to you or invite you to the GoogleDoc! Also i really love your blog, I’m so glad I was matched with you and I hope we can become friends!

Steve Trevor x Diana Prince

Word count: 1687

Summary: Steve and Diana show their love in many various ways, some more unconventional than others.

Warnings: This jumps around a timeline and is a little of an AU?  Like, Steve and Diana live happily ever after and nothing bad ever happened to them.

1983

Diana thanked the vendor as she grabbed her sundae and Steve’s milkshake from the counter and walking to their little table by the window. “Strawberry, with two Oreos on top, just how you like it,” she grinned, setting the glass cup in front of him.

Steve gave her a quizzical look. “I’ve never had an Oreo before,” he said, ripping the paper wrapping off his thick straw, “how could that be ‘just how I like it’?”.

A little smirk of pride crept onto Diana’s lips. “Try it…” she said, nodding her head at the little cookie. She knew what she was doing.

He tilted his head, chuckling. This was ridiculous, but he trusted her. He took the cookie in between his fingers, licking the bit of whipped cream off of it before shoving the whole thing in his mouth. His eyes went wide as the sweet flavor touched his taste buds. “Holy shit…” he mumbled through his full mouth.

“I know, right?” she giggled, watching his reaction as she took a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

“You’re always right,” he nodded, taking the other cookie, also eating it on one bite.

“Do you want me to get you more?” she laughed, wiping some stray crumbs off his lip with the pad of her thumb.

“Yes please,” he nodded, mouth still food.

 1918

Steve smiled as Diana rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping his arm around her broad shoulders. “What’s that one?” he asked, pointing to a particularly bright spot in the night sky.

“That one is actually Mars, named after the Roman god of war,” Diana answered, staring at the little dot, “you can tell it’s not a star because it doesn’t sparkle, like the other ones,”. She loved little moments like this; cool summer nights, exploring the skies with the love of her life.

“I know who Mars is… he almost killed me,” Steve chuckled, still in disbelief that he survived that whole debacle. He lifted his gaze back up to the stars, amazed as he watched a comet fly across the atmosphere. “Diana! Look! Make a wish!” he beamed, squeezing her closer in excitement.

She watched it disappear into the darkness very confused. “What?” she asked, “wish? Why? It’s a star…”.

His face fell into an expression of slight disappointment. “It’s a shooting star, you don’t see those every day…” he explained, pointing up to where the star blazed its path, “when you see one, you close your eyes and make a wish,”.

“Oh,” she hummed, liking the whimsical concept. Diana looked back up at the sky, closing her eyes gently. her eyelashes grazed her cheeks as she made her wish. She opened them again, the moonlight highlighting her brown eyes. “It didn’t work,” she frowned, looking at Steve for an explanation.

“Well what did you wish for?” he asked, giggling as he kissed her nose playfully.

A smile broke out on Diana’s illuminated face. She settled back into her comfortable position, tucked into his side. “Nevermind, it worked,” she sighed.

“What? What did you wish?” Steve asked, a bit confused, but mostly curious.

“You kissed me,”

1985

Things were very different in this time. Fashion, politics… but the one thing Steve was glad hadn’t changed was art. Sure, style and medium had changed, but he was glad art was still important to people. Steve sat on the bench in front of the Mona Lisa, simply staring at it. Even though it was almost closing time, there were still a handful of people in the museum adoring the piece and taking pictures. But, to be honest, Steve didn’t even notice they were there.

Almost every day Steve would come into the Louvre an hour before closing. At first it was so he could walk home with Diana after she was done with work, but after a few weeks, he’d come early just to look at the art. He’d wander around for hours, lost in the peace and quiet of his thoughts. He loved all the art, but his favorite, of course, was Lisa. It was such a surreal feeling to think he was in the physical presence of a piece of history.

“Visiting your friend again?” Diana asked, startling Steve out of his trance.

“Oh! Hi… uh… y-yeah…” he nodded, giving her an adorable half-smile as his cheeks turned red. He grabbed his wallet off the bench and shoved it in his pocket as he stood up, “I swear I’ve seen her twenty million times, but I never get tired of her,” he said, turning back to get one last look at the canvas.

“I should let you see my office sometime,” Diana hummed, holding his hand as she took in the mastery of the painting, “you’d be amazed by everything I have on display in there,”.

Steve gave a little chuckle, slipping on his jacket. “I’m afraid I’d get distracted by one masterpiece, as I usually do,” he said, looking into her eyes with that special look.

Diana caught his drift, shaking her head at the dumb pick-up line. “You’re awful,” she chuckled, walking towards the exit.

“Who said I was referring to you?” Steve said sarcastically, unable to keep from laughing.

With a dramatic eye roll, Diana playfully shoved his shoulder, “let’s go home, you dork,”.

1919

The sun beamed down on the shores of Themyscira, the crystal blue waves crashing gently on the shore. Steve laid on the sand, wearing nothing but a cotton tunic, letting the warmth soak into his skin. The cool water touched his toes, making him stir from his catnap.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Diana grinned, kissing his head as she returned with a tray of fruit and wine.

“I never want to move,” he grinned, flipping onto his back, “I just want to stay here with you forever,”.

She grinned, kissing his head and brushing the stray hairs out of his face. “Well you’ll have to come inside eventually, even if I have to carry you inside,” she said, sitting beside him, shifting her white dress around her legs.

“Ooh! Will you?” he grinned, sitting up. Steve liked to think of himself as very masculine, but his one weakness was being carried by and piggyback rides from Diana.

Diana laughed as he kissed her knuckles, making her blush a little bit. “Yes, I can do that,” she promised, “as long as you actually go to bed tonight! You’re not keeping me up ‘til sunrise again,”.

“Oh, like you didn’t like it,” he winked, seductively placing a hand on her strong thigh, leaning closer to kiss her lips.

“Oh don’t start again, I need sleep!” she giggled, playfully pushing him away, “I’m part of the royal family, I have a lot of responsibilities, responsibilities that require SLEEP,”.

He rolled his eyes sarcastically, kissing her cheek before grabbing a fresh peach. “Sure, sure,” nodded, smiling and lying back down on the sand, “but after you’re done with your ‘responsibilities’, you can come to me for… ‘stress relief’,”.

Diana just flicked a grape at his head, making him laugh.

1980

“Say ‘cheese!’” Steve grinned, focusing the camera on Diana as she stood in front of the Eiffel tower. She gave a professional smile, sitting up straight. “Aw, c’mon Diana, give me a big smile!” he teased, adjusting the film to get ready to take another.

“I don’t have to listen to you,” she joked, grinning as she tried to smile bigger, the wind blowing her hair into her face, the locks getting stuck in her lipstick.

Steve thought for a moment, getting an idea. “Hey Diana!” he called.

“Hm?” she answered, pulling her hair back, confused about what he was doing. 

“Are you France? Because Eiffel for you!” he grinned, hoping that’d make her laugh.

She just rolled her eyes. “That was terrible,” she giggled, hissing through her teeth like a silly snake.

“Are you a thief? Because you’ve stolen my heart!” he called, his smile getting wider as his brain kept coming up with terrible puns.

“Steve,” she called, not sure if she could handle such bad humor, “honey, I love you, but you’re not that funny,”.

“One more, one more! I know I can make you laugh!” he called, getting ready to snap a picture of her reaction. This had to be a good one. “Are you a beaver? Because DAAAAAMN!” he said, holding his breath as he waited for her to react.

Diana stood there, her lips set in a straight line. Steve had thought he had failed until he heard her chortle. She showed off her pretty smile, laughing out loud at the horrendous pick-up line.

Steve quickly snapped a picture before going up to her. “Am I funny now?” he asked, pecking her lips.

“No, but that was so bad I had to laugh,” she sniffed, catching her breath.

1921

It was quiet. It was dark. All you could hear was the calming sounds of rain and thunder as the moonlit up the small London apartment. Steve laid on his stomach beside Diana, the light coming through the window highlighting his face.

Diana was sleeping beside him, a hand laid on his bare back as she shifted closer. Neither of them was awake, but they felt each other’s presence; they were drawn to it. They could each sense their warmth and hear their soft breathing.

They could feel when the other was having a nightmare and hold them closer, they could feet when the other was cold and cuddle up to them, it was like their brain waves were connected.

Steve shuffled closer to his wife, resting his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. That always soothed him, it was like music, a song of her life.

Diana shifted, wrapping her arms around him, kissing his head in her sleep before settling back into slumber.

Each of their souls reached out to one another, intertwining in an ethereal “I love you,”. Truly, they were made for each other, crafted by the gods to fit each other perfectly. Little did they know, their love was eternal, written in the stars

[miguel-manbemel]

Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 32: I’m Totally Not in Love!

New entry of this fanfic blog inspired on Sanders Sides by Thomas Sanders, Joan S. and the Foster Dawg Team. I’m trying to keep a consistent schedule in my releases, at least every fifteen days, if I can’t do it weekly. It’s not always easy, because sometimes inspiration just doesn’t want to show up, especially in these rough and stressful times we’re living. It’s five weeks of lockdown already for me and at least three more ahead, and that can take a toll on anyone... I hope if sometimes there are delays, you don’t hold it against me.

But anyway, here’s the next episode of the series. This one is starring Deceit, as implied on the title. Sometimes I worry about if the characters as I show them in the story have become just too unrecognizable. It’s the consequence of having them go through such a long story. At first, I tried to make them faithful to the series, and I still try as much as I can, but as the story goes on, the problem comes that you have to be faithful to your own story too, and in the story, characters evolve, and if you don’t respect your own evolution, your story becomes inconsistent and that’s not good. I hope that, at least, you still find the story interesting and good enough, even if it will always be inferior to the original, as it was never my goal to surpass it, I don’t even think that could be possible anyway. Okay, I’m leaving you with the story. Until next time.

SYNOPSIS: Deceit is still confused about his feelings for Remus. Patton shows up in his room, learns about what happened and tries to give him the best advice he can as an expert on feelings.

WARNINGS: Romantic dukeceit, romantic logicality in the ending card, some slight innuendo.

EPISODE INDEX

[Thomas is in the middle of filming a video with the Sides, who apparently have already sunk out moments earlier, he’s looking at a visible camera]

THOMAS: … and that’s why you have to be honest about yourself and your feelings. Not that you should tell everything on the first date, of course. You know, mystery is a good ally to keep interest flowing and all, but if you have a crush, why hiding it? If you tell them, the worst it could happen is that they told you no, and if you don’t tell them, the one giving that “no” to you is… yourself. So just be yourself and take a chance. Until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non binary pals… Peace out!

[Thomas makes a 5-second pause, then he proceeds to turn the camera off]

THOMAS: …and cut. Okay, with this take, this new episode is officially wrapped. Now I’ll go save the raw files on my laptop, to take them to the office in time for editing. I think people will enjoy this new episode. I wonder if the Sides like it, though. Now that most of them are in relationships or even raising a family, maybe they’ll feel identified with what we were discussing earlier… but I don’t know how does a Side’s psychology work exactly. I hope they’re doing okay… Oh, I’m sure everything’s going okay for them in the love department. I don’t mean to show off, but I have a keen eye for that, and I’m sure they’re all doing fine, especially Deceit, he looked the comfiest of them all with the topic. I’m sure everything’s coming up roses for him.

[meanwhile in Deceit’s room]

DECEIT: [screeching voice] I hate my life, why does love have to be so complicated!

[intro sequence]

[Deceit is softly bumping his head on the table, still groaning out of frustration. Honesty rises up]

HONESTY: Dee, would you mind to stop!? Your turmoil of frustrated thoughts is slipping through my mind! It has made me burn my tea three times already!

DECEIT: I’m sorry I’m such a nuisance for you! Maybe I should just jump out the kitchen window to put myself out of my misery!

HONESTY: [beat] This is a ground floor.

[Deceit emits another long groan of frustration]

DECEIT: It’s okay, never mind. I’m perfectly fine and I’m just messing with you.

HONESTY: No, you’re not fine. And if you continue like this, I won’t be fine either. Deceit, you need help, and you need it fast.

DECEIT: We have already talked about this. I don’t need help.

HONESTY: Yes you do.

DECEIT: No, I don’t.

HONESTY: Yes, you do!

DECEIT: No, I don’t!

HONESTY: [now yelling] YES YOU DO!!

DECEIT: [yelling even louder] NO, I DON’T!!!

[Patton suddenly rises up, wearing his cat onesie]

PATTON: [yelling] Eeenooough!

[Deceit and Honesty’s arguing stops abruptly and they look at Patton in silence]

PATTON: What’s going on here, kiddos!? I can hear your yells from my room!

HONESTY: Oh, Patton, I’m sorry if we have disturbed you.

PATTON: I was trying to take a quick catnap after filming Thomas’ last video, and you woke me up. I hope that you’re not fighting with each other.

HONESTY: No, we were not fighting. We were just… arguing about something Deceit doesn’t agree with, right Deceit?

[Deceit looks at Honesty with a murderous face]

DECEIT: I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I’m totally not going to stab you in the middle of the night if you don’t shut up.

HONESTY: [mocking voice] Oooh… I’m so scared.

PATTON: I said stop, kiddos! Okay, Deceit, since you’re apparently the one who’s trying to hide something, you’re the one who’s going to tell me right now what is going on here.

DECEIT: It’s nothing, nothing at all. You can go back to sleep, we won’t disturb you any longer.

PATTON: No, mister. I’m not moving from this spot until you start telling me the truth about this ordeal.

DECEIT: Patton, no. Everything’s fine.

PATTON: If you don’t start talking I’m going to call Logan to get the truth out of you. It would be better and faster for both of us if you just tell me by yourself.

DECEIT: Wow, you surely know a lot about respecting others’ boundaries, right?

HONESTY: Dee, the time has come for you to tell him the truth. It will make you feel better, you’ll see. I can tell him in your place if you don’t feel strong enough to do so.

DECEIT: [sighs] You two are not gonna leave me alone until I start talking, right?

PATTON & HONESTY: [overlapping] Nope.

DECEIT: Okay, the truth is that… [smirks mischievously, then with an over-dramatic voice] yesterday I stepped on Storytime’s paw by accident. He screamed a lot but I healed him as best as I could. I’m sorry Patton, I didn’t mean to harm your dog, it was an accident…

PATTON: [distressed] What? My good boy! Is he okay!? Why didn’t you tell me sooner!? I…

HONESTY: [sighs] He’s lying, Patton. That’s not what’s bothering him at all and your dog is fine.

PATTON: [angry] Deceit Whatever-Your-Middle-Name-Is Sanders! If you scare me like that again, I’m going to physically strangle you!

DECEIT: Wasn’t it… “physically fight you”?

PATTON: That’s for when someone belittles himself. If someone hurts me on purpose, [rising both hands with a threatening glance and a deep voice] I go straight into action!

[Deceit swallows in fear]

HONESTY: Dee, do you seriously prefer to tell Patton that stupid lie instead of the truth? I thought you wanted to preserve his friendship and that’s why you were hiding it, because you didn’t want him to get mad at you. Making him mad on purpose is not exactly a wise move.

PATTON: My… friendship? Is that what’s bothering you? But Dee, you mustn’t fear about that. If I can be of any help for you I want you to tell me, cause nothing could make me happier than helping a friend in need.

DECEIT: So, you think of me… as a friend? But you… used to despise me. I thought that now you just tolerated my presence. You don’t hate me?

PATTON: Dee, of course I don’t hate you! After all the efforts you’ve done to fit in with us and after all we’ve been through together? I could not ever hate you. Yes, you represent a trait of Thomas that can be dangerous, but it’s nevertheless important for him. Besides, you are my friend and I care about you. You can tell me anything you want without fear. Nothing makes me feel more fulfilled than knowing that I’ve helped a friend in need. Please, let me help you.

DECEIT: Okay… do you promise that you won’t get mad at me, though?

PATTON: [concerned] Dee… have you done something seriously wrong that I should be worried about?

HONESTY: He didn’t, Patton, don’t worry.

PATTON: Then of course I promise.

DECEIT: Okay… the truth is… oh, I don’t even know what the truth is.

PATTON: Let me help you. You’re suffering because of romantic feelings, am I wrong?

DECEIT: [in shock] What the…? How did you guess?

PATTON: I’m an expert on feelings, that’s all, and anyone could see that you’re madly in love with someone just by looking into your eyes, not even that slit-pupil lentil could hide it from me. Do you still wear makeup or do you shapeshift now? I know that since you turned into a Light Side your face is fully human and you wore makeup because you liked your snake face, but I don’t know if you still…

DECEIT: Yes, it’s still makeup. Holding a shapeshift all day long is too exhausting if you’re not a Dark Side, and makeup is more convenient, I just summon it over my face in the morning and I’m ready for the day. Man, I really miss my scales. They may have been disturbing for you, but I liked them. But now, getting back on topic, I already told you I’m in love with Virgil, so…

PATTON: Oh, Dee, you’re not in love with Virgil. Maybe you were in the past, but not anymore. The way you look at Virgil doesn’t elicit… the spark. Even now, when you’re talking about Virgil, I don’t feel any true passion in your attitude. Trust me, kiddo, you’re not in love with Virgil. But… you are indeed in love, I can feel that too.

HONESTY: Wow, they say that fathers know it all, but you are ridiculous, Patton.

PATTON: Thanks, kiddo. So, are you going to tell me who’s the lucky one, Dee?

DECEIT: I’m a little ashamed to confess, Patton.

PATTON: I hope it’s not Logan. He’s already taken.

DECEIT: What? Logan? Of course not! How do you want me to be in love with that nerdy teacher? He’s not my type at all!

PATTON: Glad to hear that, but that doesn’t mean you can speak about my boyfriend in those terms. He’s gorgeous and anyone should be proud of falling at his feet.

DECEIT: Good for you… but my taste is much more… wild.

PATTON: [horrified] Oh, my goodness! You’re in love with… the Dark Master!?

DECEIT: [groans, with a face of horror and disgust] No! For goodness sake, Patton, you’re perfect to discover when someone is in love but when it comes to identifying the object of affection, you’re so oblivious! No one could ever love the Dark Master! You’d have to be drunk to see him attract… [stops mid-sentence, remembering that Patton once was in love with the Dark Master] Sorry, Patton.

PATTON: It’s okay, I’m no longer the same as back then. I totally agree with you right now. And I suddenly remembered how badly he treated you in the past. How could you be in love with him? I apologize, kiddo.

DECEIT: It’s okay.

PATTON: Then, who could it be? The only other wild Side that comes to my mind would be Remus, but I don’t think that you…

[Deceit looks at Patton with a meaningful glance]

PATTON: Wait, seriously?

DECEIT: Yep, seriously.

PATTON: Wow, this was unexpected. You two are so different. You are smooth, sophisticated, even cold to some extent, and he’s so wild, chaotic and unpredictable… I would have never pegged you for him. Maybe it’s true that opposites attract.

DECEIT: I would have never pegged myself for him either. But… I guess when he kissed me, he drove me mad in a way. I haven’t been myself ever since.

PATTON: Wait, wait, wait. So he kissed you? Does that mean that… he loves you back? Then what’s the problem here?

DECEIT: The problem is I don’t have my feelings straightened up at all! [Patton opens his mouth] Don’t… you dare making a pun about being straight or not. No puns about my feelings, Patton. [Patton closes his mouth and Deceit waits a second before going on talking] Up to this very moment, I was convinced I still loved Virgil, but… when you were so categorical about it… I realized you were right. I don’t feel the same for Virgil as I used to feel anymore, and I didn’t realize up until this very moment. Maybe I didn’t want to see it. I have been in love with Virgil for so long that I had assumed that this feeling would be unbreakable by now. Surprisingly for me, I was lying to myself all this time…

PATTON: Unfortunately, love is never unbreakable. Love is like fine crystal. Very beautiful and very valuable, but very fragile if you don’t treat it right. Even the strongest relationships need to be treated with care so as not to crack them. If love is totally unrequited like it was your case, no matter how strong it is, sooner or later it’s gonna fade away, like a plant. You may water it with affection, fertilize it with compliments, and take care of it with words and actions of love as best as you can, but without sun, the sun of the other’s affection, it dies. It’s sad, but it’s true.

HONESTY: Wow, you know a lot about metaphors now, Patton.

PATTON: I have a son-in-law that has taught me well, kiddo.

DECEIT: But I thought the opposite of love is hate, or at least indifference. I don’t feel hate or indifference at all towards Virgil. On the contrary, I still feel like I love him dearly, and I still care deeply for his well being. I would still die for him if he asked me to and walk to hell itself if he needed me to. In my mind, I… I never stopped loving him. See? I have just said I didn’t love Virgil and now I’m saying that I still love him. Ain’t that confusion?

PATTON: You are confused because now you love Virgil in a different way. It’s no longer romantic. It’s friendly. In your case, I would say that you love Virgil like a brother, since you’ve been through so much together. And that has confused you a lot. You didn’t notice that your love for him had faded away, because it didn’t, it just transformed from romantic to friendly, and it was so gradual you didn’t see it. There’s also this particular detail.

DECEIT: What detail?

PATTON: In the labyrinth, you had to face a vision of Virgil trying to seduce you. The only way of getting out of that vision was moving on from your pending issues, at least that’s what the original Light Master said. If you still were in love with Virgil, you still would be in the labyrinth, trapped in your vision. But you got out, which means you’ve necessarily had to move on from Virgil.

DECEIT: I mean, I guess…

PATTON: So, about Remus again, what are you going to do?

DECEIT: I… I don’t know.

PATTON: Speak from the heart. What does your heart tell you?

DECEIT: I already said that I’m attracted to him, but… I’m still not sure if it is love at all. I don’t wanna make the wrong move and break my heart, or his heart, again.

PATTON: You did mention that Remus kissed you. Turn back to that moment and tell me, as honestly as you can, what did that kiss make you feel. Did you want him to stop or did you want him to continue? Did it make you feel disgusted, indifferent or joyful?

DECEIT: It was so sudden, that at first I just felt shock, out of the surprise. He just kissed me in the middle of the conversation, without fair warning. One moment he was speaking and the next moment his lips were on mine, just like that, I think I didn’t even see him coming.

HONESTY: That’s very him, in a way. Remus has always been that unpredictable. You never know what to expect from him.

DECEIT: After that, while he was kissing me… it was a mixed reaction of… joy and extreme fear. I was really scared of what was happening at that moment, but at the same time… I didn’t want it to end. His kiss wasn’t just of the passionate lusty type. It was maybe slightly rough, but it was tender, sweet, full of love, like… No, what I was gonna say is so corny even you would laugh.

PATTON: Keep going, kiddo. Describe your feelings just the way you experienced them. We’re not gonna laugh or label them as corny. And if anyone labels them so, who cares? They’re your own personal feelings and, since they don’t hurt anyone, they’re completely valid, corny or not.

DECEIT: Okay… it was… like Remus was tearing his own soul open and feeding me true love from inside of himself, through his own lips into mine, bringing a warmth into my heart that was completely new for me. For the first time in my life… I was feeling loved, in the romantic sense, you know? That had never happened to me before. Virgil never loved me that way… Yes, you could call me joyful…

[Deceit looks at Patton with a face of realization]

DECEIT: You know what, Patton? I think… I think I really love him.

PATTON: That’s cute, kiddo! So, let me ask you again. What are you going to do?

DECEIT: I think I know what to do now. I have to talk to him. It’s just that… I’m afraid to talk to him. I was so rude to him and his feelings… maybe he’ll hold it against me. Maybe he’s angry at me and he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore.

PATTON: That’s what you thought about me before and you were wrong. You’ll see how, if you talk to him, you’ll discover you’re wrong again. Don’t risk a lifetime of happiness just for some fears in your head, kiddo. Step into it and give yourself a chance to be happy. The worst that could happen is that he said “no”, and even then, the world wouldn’t fall apart. You’d have all your life ahead of you to recover and find love again, should that happen, so be bold and be brave and… just be yourself, kiddo.

[Deceit sighs]

DECEIT: You’re right, Patton. I’m gonna tell him. Wish me luck, guys.

HONESTY: Good luck, brother. We’re rooting for you.

PATTON: Good luck, kiddo, you can do this!

DECEIT: Okay… It’s now or never. Let’s go.

[Deceit sinks down. Then, he rises up in Remus’ room. Remus is looking for something inside the fridge, he doesn’t notice Deceit arriving. Deceit walks towards him until he’s right behind him]

DECEIT: Hi, Remus.

[Remus screams and jumps, scared, he pulls out his mace in the middle of the jump and the mace gets caught by the spikes in the ceiling. Remus ends up clinging from the ceiling hanging to the mace]

REMUS: Don’t do that, Jeez! You scared the intrusive thoughts out of me!

DECEIT: I’m sorry! Do you need help getting back down?

REMUS: Nah, don’t worry, it’s not that high, I can just let go.

[He lets go and crashes on the floor]

DECEIT: [scared] My goodness, are you okay?

[Deceit reaches a hand to help Remus, but Remus slaps it away, then stands up by himself]

REMUS: [angry] I’m telling you I’m fine! I can stand up by myself, I don’t need you to pity me!

DECEIT: [rubbing his hand covered by his yellow glove] I wasn’t pitying you… I was worried you could have got hurt.

REMUS: Is that true or is that another one of your lies?

DECEIT: Of course it’s true. I’m trying to be honest right now, and it’s not easy for me when I’m so nervous.

REMUS: [cold voice] Well, don’t worry about me. I’ve endured worse pains, both physical and psychological. A little bump on my butt is nothing for me, and I don’t want you to baby me. Now, what do you want?

DECEIT: Remus, I… I came here to apologize for what I told you the other day. I was inconsiderate and I’m sorry.

REMUS: You didn’t have to. I don’t need apologies of any kind, especially from you. You don’t owe me anything and I have no right to ask you for it.

DECEIT: Yes, I have to. I need to, because I have hurt you and I’d never want to hurt you… because you’re important to me.

REMUS: [voice of not believing] Oh, nice… Well, if it helps to bring peace to your soul, I forgive you. Now, if you excuse me, I was busy, so, if you don’t mind… [makes a gesture with his hands asking him to leave]

DECEIT: Yes… well… that’s not the only reason I came here for.

REMUS: [angry] Will you spit it out already!? Stop wasting my time with your blabbering and cut to the chase!

DECEIT: [speaking quickly] I love you!

[Remus looks at Deceit with an expression of shock, unable to say a word]

DECEIT: [completely nervous, he loses control and starts speaking in lies] I mean, of course not, I’m totally not in love with you. It’s just that you’re not cute at all and you were completely wrong when you said I was lying to myself, and now I haven’t thought about it and realized that you mean the world to me. It’s not that at all and you can’t excuse me right now because I’m talking in truth because I’m nervous and…

REMUS: Shut up, please!

DECEIT: [taking a deep breath] Sorry…

REMUS: Do you have any idea of how much I have cried over you these past few days? I still remember you saying that your love for Virgil pales in comparison with your love for me… You broke my heart, in a way that not even my wild nature could possibly bare. I gave you my heart and you threw it away, [starts singing to the tune of “Requiem” from Dear Evan Hansen] …leaving these broken pieces behind you… [speaking] And now you come back here, tell me that you love me and expect to fix it all just like that?

DECEIT: Remus, I’m sorry, I was really confused. I didn’t realize how much your love meant to me.

REMUS: And I also remember very well what I told you when I left, and you should have remembered too before coming here. I told you “I don’t know for how long my feelings for you will last.” So maybe it’s too late already, snakey boy.

[Deceit looks at Remus. Then an expression of anger appears on Deceit’s face]

DECEIT: Hold on for a second! It was you who came to me, kissed me and turned my world upside down! And now you tell me that in a matter of… - what, a few days? - …you have changed your mind? You’re truly saying that you don’t love me anymore!?

REMUS: You should have taken your chance when you had it, Deceit! I warned you I’m unpredictable!

DECEIT: Well, guess what!?

REMUS: What!?

DECEIT: So am I!

[Suddenly Deceit holds Remus and kisses him. Remus does nothing to hold him back. In fact, he hugs Deceit and kisses him back. When the kiss is over, they look at each other for a couple of seconds, still hugging]

REMUS: [smirks] How long have you known I was lying?

DECEIT: [also smirks] All the time… Okay, I’ll be honest, when you told me to shut up, it was then when I realized you were lying. You gotta step up your game if you intend to fool me with lies. No one can lie to me without me detecting it. You should have known already.

REMUS: Of course I knew, Dee. I know you very well, remember? I know you always catch a liar from a mile away.

DECEIT: Then, why did you lie to me?

REMUS: Well, I had to do something to spice up my game. I couldn’t make it so easy for you, could I? Besides, I had to do something to make you snap out of your fears. Don’t think I didn’t notice that one big reason you were so hesitant to love me is that you’re scared to love me. But you don’t have to fear me, Dee. I may be a little crazy…

DECEIT: A little?

REMUS: Okay, extremely crazy, but there’s one thing in which Roman and I are very similar. We both value romance above all else. Roman in the dull gallant way he enjoys so much and me in the… [long bleep that covers the rest of the sentence, Deceit giggles while blushing slightly]. But we both agree that when we fall in love, we take it seriously. We both treasure that love and protect it with our lives if need be. I can assure you that if you give me a chance, I’ll do my best to make you happy, and above else, that I would rather die than hurt you… [suggestive smirk] unless you want me to. So, what do you say? Will you give me a chance?

DECEIT: Are you kidding me? I was the one who came here to ask you for a chance and now you’re the one asking me? Of course I do.

[Deceit and Remus kiss again]

DECEIT: I suddenly realized something. If we ever marry… Roman, your brother, would become my brother-in-law, and then Virgil, his husband, would loosely become my brother-in-law too… That’s weird…

REMUS: If you find that weird, wait until Roman and I need to fuse again into the original Creativity… oh, the implications in the relation between you, Virgil and Roman’s fusion are so…

DECEIT: [a little uncomfortable] It’s okay, I don’t wanna think about that. Besides, I don’t like weddings anyway, so…

REMUS: Neither do I, my love… neither do I…

[Deceit tears up]

REMUS: What’s wrong?

DECEIT: It’s nothing… It’s just that no one had called me “my love” ever before and… I got emotional.

REMUS: [cleaning Deceit’s tears with his finger] Please don’t cry… mon amour… your snake makeup will be ruined.

DECEIT: You’ll think I’m silly for sticking to this stupid snake makeup.

REMUS: Oh, do you wanna see some silly facial sticky things?

[Suddenly Remus rips his mustache off]

DECEIT: What? You’ve always worn a fake mustache?

REMUS: Yeah… as a matter of fact… I can’t grow facial hair at all. I never could, that’s why I wear this. It makes me look creepier for Thomas and the others, which is my job. But when I’m with you… I don’t need to be creepy at all, you know?

DECEIT: Have I already told you that I love you?

REMUS: Yes, but don’t stop telling me, mon petit cheri…

DECEIT: I didn’t know you spoke French so well.

REMUS: Well, Thomas always said he wished to speak Spanish and French, but he currently can’t, so now he speaks them only in his imagination. That is, Roman got Spanish and I got French.

DECEIT: Je t’aime… Is that how you say “I love you” in French?

REMUS: [nods with a loving glance] Moi aussi, mon petit serpent.

[Remus kisses Deceit again. Meanwhile, Thomas is in the living room]

THOMAS: I really should start taking French lessons. For one reason or another, I can only think of that right now… among other things that certainly could be gayer… I think I’m gonna get a shower. Until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non binary pals. Peace out!

[end card]

[Logan is in his room, he has a face of concern. Patton rises up]

PATTON: [happy singsongy voice] Hi, Logan!

LOGAN: Hi, Patton. How has your day been?

PATTON: Quite great, actually. I helped a friend that needed me and that always brings me happiness enough for a week.

LOGAN: [absent voice] That’s nice…

PATTON: [worried] Is anything wrong, Logan? You look worried.

LOGAN: [clears his throat] Don’t worry, I’m okay. Listen, Patton.

PATTON: Yes, Logan?

LOGAN: I need to go somewhere now.

PATTON: Somewhere?

LOGAN: Yes, I have some work to be done which cannot wait any longer. I should’ve been gone already, but I didn’t want to leave without at least telling you.

PATTON: Will you be out for long?

LOGAN: I’ll be out for some time, but don’t worry, I’ll enter autopilot so that Thomas doesn’t miss my logical functions when he needs them.

PATTON: What if I need you, Logan? What if I’m the one who misses you?

[Logan smiles tenderly and pets Patton’s cheek]

LOGAN: I’m gonna miss you too every second I’m away, but I have no choice. I have to go.

PATTON: Can I go with you, Logan?

LOGAN: As much as I wish, you can’t, Patton. This is my duty and it’s something that I must do alone.

PATTON: Your duty? It sounds so serious, Logan.

LOGAN: Of course it’s serious, I…

PATTON: …wear a necktie, I know, but I mean serious as in dangerous. Are you sure you’ll be okay? And why don’t you want to tell me?

LOGAN: Don’t worry about me. And please, don’t tell the others about this. I don’t want to worry them as much as you are right now. As I said, I’ll be out for a little long. [serious commanding voice] But no matter how long I take, Patton, and it’s imperative that you listen to me, do… not… come after me, is that clear?

PATTON: But where are you…?

LOGAN: [interrupting with a firm voice] Is that clear?

PATTON: Okay, I promise…

LOGAN: Thank you, I count on you. Okay, I’ll be going then. Goodbye, Patton.

[Patton kisses Logan]

PATTON: Goodbye. Please come back as soon as you can, Logan. I love you.

LOGAN.: I’ll return as soon as I’m able, I promise. Goodbye, Patton.

[Logan heads to the front door. Before opening it, he turns back, looks at Patton with a face of slight angst, then runs to him and gives him a long kiss while hugging him tightly, when he’s finished, Patton looks at Logan. Logan’s eyes are teary behind the glasses]

LOGAN: I love you, Patton, never forget that I love you. Goodbye.

[Then, Logan runs to the door, opens it and crosses it quickly, closing it behind him, Patton barely has time to notice an indigo light gleaming outside the door before Logan closes it quickly. Then he hears the noise of the key locking the door, then his footsteps outside fading away quickly]

PATTON: [concerned] Why… why did this kiss taste like a final farewell kiss? I hope you don’t break your promise, Logan, and come back soon… And I was feeling so happy when I came here…

[Patton stands there, looking at the closed door for a couple of seconds before sinking down to go back to his own room]

[ihavereadandagreetothetermsofuse]

Day 2: Cat Person

Oh, heeey, signal boost! There’s more ML months to be celebrated! I can do like... two Ladrien June prompts. Day 2 and 11 to be specific. Not gonna force everyday, but if someone wants to see a certain prompt done on the fly, I can happily provide some kind of Ladrien content~~

FF.net // Ao3

Because Ladybug Becoming a Ladybug isn’t as Incriminating

“This is so stupid!” Ladybug roared. But her tiny body only expelled a noise to match her state, and an elderly woman sitting nearby cooed an aww.

Ladybug turned an unimpressed look upon the citizen. “Ma’am,” she snipped. “I’m doing my level best to care for Paris and it’s inhabitants, so if you could look away from my current predicament, I would be glad to—”

“Absolutely precious.” The woman gathered herself, and walked closer. “Here kitty, kitty.”

Ladybug’s hackles rose and she bolted. Currently standing she couldn’t summon a Lucky Charm, and who is going to notice the akuma anyway?! It was a cat! An honest to kwami cat, she witnessed, that became an akuma.

The butterfly went to it’s collar, of course. So Marinette transformed, underestimating, and therefore not waiting to catch its powers before it scratched her hand. Changing her into a cat. And leapt atop a freaking skyscraper before she could pursue.

She spared the school a glance, lamenting her already shoddy attendance, before she went to the Boulangerie Patisserie. It’s lunch and the least she could get was a snack. She may be a cat, but maneuvering secretly about her home shouldn’t be too hard. And her parent’s do love pets if she’s caught. But it is still a food-service, who’s to say they won’t chase her out with a broom?

Marinette paced outside until the bell dinged, and she had no choice but to trail in on the customers heels for lack of hands to open the door.

“Welcome!” her parents chimed.

Marinette crept along the edge of the display case. Mostly invisible. Not many look down. Marinette’s eyes traveled up. And up. Except her father. No question there, he looks down at everything, and she’s never had a problem with his height before now.

Chat Noir. Channel Chat. Chat's the picture of stealth - she cringed to think of him preening over that thought - but how many times has he snuck up on akuma let alone her?

She crept to the next display, ducking between flour bags when the bell dinged again.

“Hello!” Alya waved a bag to the counter. “Marinette forgot this. Again.”

Sabine sighed, a hand to her cheek. “Thank goodness she has you.”

“Yeah well, she did lay on a promise to treat me today. Something about homemade dumplings?”

Sabine smiled. “Marinette's not here yet, but there’s enough to share, trust me, she got a bit excited.” She giggled. “Oh! Is Marinette still staying over at your home for that project?”

“She better.”

Marinette gulped.

“Alright.” Sabine smiled. “You can go up and wait for her with your friends.”

Marinette peeked around the flour. Friends?

Nino and Alya darted up to the living area, while the last leisurely waltzed past, lingering by the pastries. Marinette readied herself to dash in after the last visitor, but they stopped. She stared at the feet by her nose, willing them to move.

“I didn't know you had a kitten,” Adrien's words floated on a laugh.

She froze. Head turning straight up to his beautiful dazzling smile. Perfect hair... flawless skin... A trance fell over her just watching him.

Until her mom raised a concerned brow. “Our job doesn’t allow pets.”

Adrien’s eyes widened on Marinette, smile faltering slightly. “O-oh. Sorry, must be something in my eye.” He knelt down with all the finesse of a wave on the horizon and swept her around the middle, straight into his bag. It took her a minute. Sitting on Adrien's notebook, next to Adrien's pencils, in Adrien's bag to realize.

Adrien.

Kidnapped.

Her.

Kidnap- catnap? He took her! She curled her paws around the notebook’s edge to keep in place with his steps. Every shred of self-restraint high tailing it as she tried and failed to keep her claws from leaving marks. Soon the bag ceased swaying, and she had no choice but to face the eight long claw marks defacing his property. She cupped her eyes. Jumping slightly when her tail curled at her hind leg. She’s not ready for this! Whatever this is! Why would Adrien catnap her! He can’t be in his right mind. Right. He’ll let her down, apologizing, because Adrien’s perfect and wouldn’t take animals that aren’t his. Marinette’s not wearing a collar per se, but a reflection in the shop window showed a ribbon at her neck. That’s enough to prove she’s not a stray for him to take. Momentary lapse of sanity. Yes. Everyone’s prone to those, and she’s certainly no stranger.

A light pressure at her back through the bag assured her that, yes, he’s is fully aware of what he’s doing.

Adrien what in the world?! She wanted to hiss out of pure mortification.

“Are you sure Marinette won’t mind?” Adrien asked.

Yes! She minds a mountain-ton!

“Nope,” Alya’s voice swooped. “Marinette cooks with her mind, not her stomach. Girl could feed an army with how hungry she thinks she is.”

They chuckled. Marinette grimaced. Thank you, Alya.

“Ah, man, free meal!” Nino cheered. “These are chicken dumplings, right?” He asked around a mouthful. “Sweet!”

A few beeps later, followed by Marinette’s automated voice via voicemail, Alya sighed. “Gone again.” Then more chipper. “She’s getting scraps if she doesn’t get her butt home soon.”

They’re eating her food. Adrien’s in her home, eating her cooking, and she’s in his bag. Mariette let loose a dreamy sigh. Situation aside, it’s perfect. Even if she’s not there there, Adrien is.

“This is great!” Adrien praised.

The table clattered. “She’ll be glad to hear that,” Alya replied.

Thank you, Alya! Marinette felt a happy tear gathering.

The fabric of his bag rustled. And she watched with rapt attention as Adrien’s hand snaked inside. Giving her a peek of the outside, and Adrien’s jeans. A dizzying reveal that means she’s sitting on his lap. His hand twitched and she jerked back to reality. Curious. He opened his hand to offer a chunk of dumpling.

Adrien’s a saint! She wanted to cry. All too eagerly she bit at the piece, hesitating only when she had to chew. Because it wasn’t chewing. It was messy chomping that sent bits of food falling from her mouth with every attempt. Given enough time she managed to lick the crumbs clean. Tongue hanging out, she gasped with a start. Adrien fed her- she- she’s going to have a cat heart attack. Is it okay for a cat to get this flustered this often? Would she die?

Adrien offered another piece. As she ate it she resigned herself to believe, yes, she’s lived a good life. Ladybug certainly assured her a good spot, because heaven is inside Adrien’s bag, and death is a nice state to be in.

——————————————

They talked about homework, local events, the Ladyblog. Her ears perked to hear Nino gushing over Chat Noir for saving his dude here. Marinette could feel Nino harshly patting Adrien’s back. And Adrien thanked him, praising Chat himself as the hottest cat in town. Her eyes strained not to roll.

Two more helpings later Marinette was forced to swat Adrien’s kindness away. Her stomach is only so big, apparently. Except he persisted, she pawed him, enough. He opened his hand to prove it’s emptiness. Confused, she watched his hand hover over her head, holding her breath when she saw how big it was in comparison to her entire self. It landed between her ears. Then stroked down her back.

She reacted instantly. Craning her head, following his every touch longingly, and only craving more. Drunk on it all, she didn’t catch her purr before it rumbled to its loudest.

“Adrien,” Nino chuckled. “I know the food’s great, but dang, bro.”

“What?” Adrien asked. “Oh! That’s- I’m not-!”

“His bag, Nino!” Alya accused.

“Wait, don’t!”

“Ah-ha!” Nino ripped open the bag. Marinette blinked rapidly into the blinding light.

“Oh my gosh, Adrien!” Alya squealed, and cupped Marinette into her arms. “She’s so cute! Her fur makes her look like a little Ladybug!”

Marinette knew her fur was spotted in places, but still, she felt giddy to know Alya would point it out.

“I wanna hold her next!” Nino begged.

Marinette wobbled out of Alya’s hold and used her arms as leverage to leap onto her shoulder. From there Marinette went to the table, and flicked her tail at them. She’s her own person, thank you very much.

Nino’s giant hand tapped her head down anyway. “She’s got mad Ladybug moves too! Dude, why didn’t you tell us you got a cat?”

Adrien sheepishly shrugged. “‘Cause I didn’t. She snuck into the Patisserie.”

“Oh, man, then I want her!” Alya hugged her close. Adrien looked torn, jaw clenched shut, as if forcing himself back. Alya took a picture of them together. “The blog will love this!”

“Yeah, right. Even with this cat’s crazy skills, your sisters will smother this little Ladybug into a fur pile.”

“You’ve killed three goldfish in the past month!” She shot back.

“Listen...” Adrien cut in. Marinette stole their lapse in attention, and pounced into his chest. Adrien wrapped his arms around her and grinned. “I’ll make sure she finds a good home, don’t worry.”

Alya tilted her head, amused. “Seems she’s got her favorites all sorted anyway.”

———————

“You’re gonna force the kitten through school?” Nino asked.

Adrien sighed and extracted Marinette from his bag. “Guess not.”

He set her onto the grass outside school.

“Maybe she’s got a home to go back to, and she’ll just,” he shrugged. “go,” Nino encouraged with a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “If not, you can do your rescue effort.”

Marinette’s ears folded back. Once Adrien got to the steps he gave her a little wave. She raised her paw in return, dread bubbling when his jaw dropped. In her panic she pawed the air, pretending to pounce nothing. When Marinette glanced back, he was gone, and she put her forehead to the concrete repeatedly to scold her stupidity.