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thearcana-junkie · 4 years

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Hi there! May I request a headcanon for main 6 dating MC that is covered with scars? They have scars everywhere! Legs, arms, cheats, stomach, head, face and even b-! Funniest part is that they got them by purest accidents! (Crashed into the tree? Scar! Fell from the stairs? Scar! Cut themselves thinking about something while cuttings carrot? Scar!)

You most certainly can my friend!! I can sufficiently say I’ve exspirenced this first hand (Except instead of scars its bruises.) I shall also put my own spin on it by adding Clumsiness and a high pain tolerance to the list.A-Also OOPS muriels turned into a small fluff Drabble.

SLIGHT NSFW!!!

MC Who Gets Scars Easy

—Nadia—

Granted at first Nadia didn’t notice it much. After all you both hadn’t been dating long so she had no reason to look over your body that much.

However, when she and you DO eventually get to the part in the relationship where your doing the naked tango, its only when she’s worshipping your body that she takes note of where ever scar is as well as any other marks you may have. She intends to map out you whole body for her to remember.

Gradually she starts noticing more and more scars showing up when she’s worshipping your body like a lustful goddess she is.

At first she just figured she missed a few the first few times around. Maybe the new position let her see more of them on your arms or legs or what have you.

But she puts her foot down when she notices a big bruise on your thighs, she broke down and asked you. (Purely because she refused to let you keep seeing ANYONE who gave such a dark bruise.)

Of course the way you got it was pure accident. You were restocking shelves behind the counter while standing on a chair so you could reach the top shelf. You lost your balence for a moment and bumped your thigh in an awkward way on the counter.

Nadia didn’t believe you thought.

Not until she witnessed it happen before her.

That morning you and her got a little frisky before heading out for the day. That evening at dinner she saw you bump your hip into the corner of the table and even later that evening while she was making up for he teasing that morning she noticed the dark bruise on your hip.

Not gonna lie she thought of putting baby protector guards on the corners of things. She didn’t though in fear you’d be embarrassed.

Now when she whorships you and she finds a new scar or bruise she asks for a quick story, teasingly chastises you for being clumsy, and kisses the marks affectionately.

—Julian—

Julain’s.... Well he’s Julian. He’s a big lanky, all legs, rowdy man.

It goes without saying that he’s probably pretty clumsy as well, he just either doesn’t know it happened or doesn’t care. (Pretty sure he gets turned on when he accidentally gets hurt so it works.)

SO! What happens when you put two clumsy babies together? You have one falling over and the other one clumsily trying to catch them before falling on top of them.

The man likes to pick you up and carry you around as a dramatic show of affection (Or to carry you to the bedroom) all of which has gotten your head smacked into doorways before.

Bruises and scars is just something that happens in your relationship with him. Granted at first he’d go all mother hen if he accidentally dropped you and he’d feel horrible if you got a bruise or scar from it. But as time goes on with you two being together you’ve both learned to roll with it and make up stupid stories to tell the other about how you got certain bruises or scars knowing they probably already know how you got it.

He still mother hens over you and will apoligize profusely if he bangs your head on the headboard of the bed when he tries to be sexy and toss you, but you’ll both laugh it off.

Body. Worship. Is. Key! He will gently smother ever mark on your body with kisses.

—Asra—

Asra is the opposite of clumsy, in fact you’ve hardly ever seen him fall or get hurt by accident.

He usually tries to steer you away from something if he see’s you about to get hurt.

Already knows about you getting scars easily, in fact you did before you were resurrected.

He likes to sit down and have you tell him how you stupidly got the newest bruise or scar.

“Your just a magnet for accidents sweetheart... I guess I’ll have to be your doctor~”

Totally gets off on the fact he can play doctor for you. He’ll hype it of by saying you need imminent medical attention to a certain scar and just start kissing his way over your body.

He does try to make it so you don’t bump into TOO many things in the shop by cleaning the place and not having to much furniture in one place.

—Muriel—

Muriel didn’t notice at first, not until you came by with a new dark bruise on your arm with a scar in the middle of it. He didn’t say anything about it figuring maybe you just did something dangerous and got hurt— but you were here and fine so clearly you could handle yourself.

Then the next time you came over, the bruise-scar was almost healed but now you had scars all over your legs and knees. He had to admit that now he was getting worried. His mind quickly went to the worst. Someone was clearly hurting you.

You noticed that Muriel had been acting odd all day, to be honest you’d forgotten about the mark’s you’d gotten from falling off the horse while riding with Nadia. But something really stuck out when he kept making up reason for you to stay and help him, normally you didn’t stay all day with him.

“...Inanna needs a bath, do you wanna help?” “...Black berries are in season, do you wanna stay to pick some for Asra and your friends?” “....Do you want to stay for dinner...?”

You took a chance and Drew the line we he mumbled something about you being able to stay the night since it wa so late. Sure it could have been Muriel gradually having you stay for dinner to sneakily have you stay for the night by having you do chores with him all day, but that just didn’t seem like him. You asked him what was up.

“....The marks on your legs.... And the bruise on your arm... Are you okay?” Muriel cracked easily and told you what he was worried about, not before blabbering out quickly how he knew you were safe with Asra and that he wasn’t suspicious of that, he just wanted to make sure you were safe from everybody else.

The thought warmed your heart.

—Portia—

Portias like a cat. She may be short and stout but because she’s closer to the ground she doesn’t ever fall (Or so she says)

Portias probably the cause of 99% of your marks, not on purpose of course. She gets you both into impossiable situations.

“Hey lets go sledding!” Face first into a tree. “Let’s play ball with some of these kids!” Scraped knees. “I found this amazing romantic place through these bushes!” Thorn cuts all over.

Portia also gets small cuts and scrapes easily but she just calls it life and moves on.

“If by the end of the day you don’t have sticks in your hair, dirt on your face, and scrapes on your knees. Are you really living?”

At the end of the day she does of course bandage you up with kids bandaids and peroxide giving herself the title “Your little Nurse”

—Lucio—

Lucio likes you. Your personality, your goals, your quirks, and good, your bads, and obviously your body. He thinks your the most perfect thing in the whole world, its everything he can do not to touch you at the beginning of your relationship.

So of course Lucio noticed right off the bat that you got bruises and scars easily, it just made you look that much tougher.

He never mentioned it because in fact he himself has a very big scar he’s self conscious about.

Once you guys get into the make out part of your relationship, he’s deffinately more tentative as to where he puts his hands but you just take it for him being gentle. He is! He’s gentle because he wants to show you all the affection in the world but also because when he has you pressed into a closet and holding your leg up by your thigh so he can lean in closer to you he’s also trying to make sure he doesn’t touch the dark bruise on your thigh that he KNOWS must be sore.

When it does eventually escalate one evening in his bedroom you can deffinately tell somethings up with him. He’s his normal tentative self but every time he grips onto your thigh with his flesh hand so hard his nails leave little crescents he quietly curses himself for being to rough.

He also REFUSES to touch you with his metal clawed hand making it that much more awkward and hard for him to get positioned right.

It’s not until you say this one specific phrase that he knows you can see through him like glass and it causes him to just M E L T and give up on trying to keep from leaving any more marks.

“Lucio, Darling. I’m not glass.”

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sahbibabe · 4 years

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Hi! If you're up to it, can I request a smutty scenario with Sephiroth(crisis core or FFvii your choice) x fem reader with the prompts,' you're mine'+' be a good girl and spread you're legs'. I love soft Dom! Seph^^ thank you.

Here you go! I hope you like it! Tell me if you did and if not, what I can improve on! Enjoy!

A Divine Sweetness

Sephiroth x Fem! Reader

"Don't waste your time on war heroes and SOLDIERS," the neighborhood women would tell you behind their paperback novels, their voices chiding and petulant. It was as if they still considered you that young little girl they had watched play in the mud and taught like their own child. "No good can come out of being with someone like that."

"Have you seen their eyes?" Your landlady would chortle as an afterthought. "They're as green as the mako reactors at night! It's almost like they're not human at all!"

Those words rambled around in your head for a while after that, even if they weren't necessarily true. Sephiroth was a good man; he treated you like an equal, made sure you were happy and content in his own way. You did the same for him, but it was marginally more difficult when he closed himself off after a long mission to recuperate. He never denied you when you crawled into his lap and stroked his hair, even closing his eyes and leaning into it.

There were times when he was testy with you, pushing your boundaries bit by bit when he was jealous or feeling a little neglected, the latter which only happened when he was away from you for weeks at a time on some mission in a faraway town, and the jealousy came into play whenever you got a little too comfortable with men that were strangers to you.

Sephiroth didn't mind when you mock fought with Angeal or had Genesis recite Loveless for you, because those were innocent and playful things that were never malicious in intent. There were people that would, and could, hurt you to get to him, and that was always a possibility in his mind. Strangers were dangerous. Strangers could get you killed.

So when you bumped into someone on the street just outside your apartment complex, holding your grocery bags full of vegetables and meat for your meal prep, you half expected it to be Sephiroth. He had made a routine of following you at night when it was more dangerous, giving you enough space to be on your own but close enough that if he needed to step in, he would. Then he would sneak up on you like the wicked cat he was and scare you to death, before thoroughly apologizing for it with his mouth.

To your surprise, it wasn't Sephiroth who had bumped into you, but someone else with a very familiar set of eyes. Not as green, nor were there cat pupils, but still mako nonetheless. In the dark and under a street light, you almost thought he was Angeal, but when he sputtered an apology, you quickly took back your guess.

He was young--very young, maybe nineteen or twenty if you had to hazard a very vague guess. And, if his clothes were anything to go by, SOLDIER Second Class.

"I'm sorry, miss!" He apoligized, picking up one of the bell peppers that had fallen from your bag. He handed it to you with a charming smile. "Here you go!"

"Thank you," you said warily, trying to keep yourself from making assumptions and turning tail, and tucked the pepper away. "I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going."

"No, I wasn't paying attention," he laughed sheepishly. "I mean, who doesn't notice a pretty lady walking down the sidewalk towards you? Some SOLDIER I am."

"So you are a SOLDIER," you said slowly, your fingers tapping a rhythm on your thigh. "What class?"

You could just barely hear it, but Sephiroth was slowly pacing up behind you, drawn by the rapid taps of your fingers which had become code for him to 'rescue' you.

"SOLDIER Second Class," he grinned, pointing a thumb at his chest. He seemed oblivious to Sephiroth walking up behind you. "Bet you're impressed, huh?"

"Not… really," you replied, timing your words just right so that Sephiroth was right behind you, close enough to reach back and touch. "I've seen more impressive."

"Zack," Sephiroth demurred smoothly from beside you, hand resting on the small of your back. His thumb traced tiny patterns underneath your sweater. You watched as the boy went several shades paler, darting between you and the significantly taller man. "Aren't you supposed to be on patrol tonight?"

"Y-Yes sir, Sephiroth," Zack replied with a faint stutter. "I'll get right back to it, uh, sir."

You had a feeling that Sephiroth, up until this point, had been kind and cordial to the boy throughout his term as a SOLDIER, and that this was the first time he was having the "cat glare", as you dubbed it, leveled on him. Angeal and Genesis were plenty used to it, of course, but it was another thing to have it put on some unsuspecting SOLDIER boy.

"See that you do," Sephiroth intoned and Zack was off, going at a half jog down the street. When he was gone, he pressed his hand into your back to encourage you to walk, heading towards your building.

"Was that one of your subordinates?" You asked curiously, checking your bags for any stray vegetables that may have fallen. "You knew him."

"He's young and gullible," he sighed, but you could detect that hint of jealousy anywhere. "And flirty. But he's got heart, or so Angeal says."

"He seems young," you went on, poking the proverbial sleeping bear, withdrawing your keys from your pocket. "How young do you recruit?"

"The youngest? I don't know." You could practically hear the jealousy now, disrupting his normal tone for something a little deeper. "Why?"

"Just curious," you hummed and unlocked your door. As you were twisting the key in the lock, you felt him grow closer and closer, until you were pressed firmly against the door, legs and cheek cold against the metal. "Sephiroth?"

You strangled a moan in your throat when he leaned close to your ear, ghosting his fingers up the inside of your thigh and up your skirt. Then completely engulfing the soft flesh hidden by your underwear with his hand, he squeezied firmly enough that you could feel his leather clad fingers digging into your core, pushing your panties to their limit.

"You're mine," he whispered to your ear, his breath rolling over your face. It sent bolts of electricity down your spine, your underwear rapidly becoming wet and uncomfortable. "Mine, and no one else's. Do you understand?"

When you failed to answer him right away, too busy trying to calm down your racing heart and greedy lungs, he squeezed you harder, not enough to hurt but to where you instinctively clamped your thighs closed around his hand, his gloved knuckles digging into the tendon of your leg.

"Do you understand me, pet?" He repeated, further punctuating his question by pressing you even harder against the door. Your grocery bags trembled in your hands. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"Crystal clear," you managed to gasp, eyes fluttering when he rolled his fingers across your entrance in a rapid movement, close to making your legs buckle from underneath you. "I understand."

"Good girl," he praised, his near permanent smirk prominent against the skin of your neck.

He removed his hand from your panties with the painstaking slowness of a snail, one finger at a time, then hooked his thumbs in the elastic band at your hip. Before you could even comprehend what he was about to do, he had already pulled them down to your knees, gravity doing the rest and dropping them to your ankles.

When you froze at the feeling of the breeze against your hot, exposed skin, he leaned close once again, dancing his fingers under your sweater and touching the skin underneath the waistband of your skirt. "Step out of them… unless you want your neighbors to come outside and see you here, wet, naked, and trembling for me as I refuse to let you come."

You stepped out of the soiled underwear as gingerly as possible, avoiding ripping or stepping on them. You heard him give a pleased little hum into your hair before giving a rough twist to the doorknob, letting it fly open. You almost stumbled, but caught yourself when Sephiroth took a fistful of your sweater and jerked you back to him just as the door snicked shut and locked.

Any saliva that you had in your mouth evaporated when he wedged a knee between your legs, pressing up into the hot heat of your core. Just as you were allowing your eyes to shut and your hips to grind down on his thigh as much as you were able without the support of a wall or bed, he seized your face between his hands and dragged you in for a brutal, yet satisfying kiss. He traced the seam of your lips with his tongue, delving inside for just a taste, teeth pulling your bottom lip deliciously.

"Sephiroth," you breathed when he pulled away, your lips swollen and abused. His green-blue eyes glittered dangerously in the dark, flicking over the flush in your cheeks, the part of your mouth, and the way your hips bucked against his thigh, desperate for friction. "Please…"

"Mm." He kissed you again, nudging your chin up with his fingers, taking advantage of the way you gasped for air. When he pulled away yet again, he smirked anew, wiping the little bit of drool that had escaped your mouth. "Put away your things. You'll regret leaving them out."

You knew an order, however softly it was delivered, when you heard it. He removed his leg from between your thighs when you picked your groceries back up, walking over to the fridge on wobbly legs.

Just before you were about to kneel down and put your vegetables in the bottom drawers, he said,"No. Stand and bend over."

Cautiously you locked your knees and began pulling the bell peppers out one by one, waiting to hear the sound of his disapproval. It never came.

"Just like that," he breathed, walking closer behind you, just shy of actually pressing against you. He flipped your skirt over your back to expose your pink insides to him, wet and dangerously close to dripping on the floor. "Perfect."

You continued putting away your food, one item at a time, feeling the burn of your calves the longer you stood. As you put away the meat, the last thing in your bag, you felt him trace an ungloved finger over your entrance, then teasingly shove the bend of his knuckle into you, curling the pad of his finger against your walls.

"Look at how wet you are for me," he purred, watching your face from between your legs. A moan escaped you and you tried desperately to lift up on your toes and shove his finger just that little bit deeper, but you were pleasantly scolded by a gentle slap on your ass. "No, I don't think so, pet. Do I need to remind you what happens when you disobey me?"

"No," you breathed, shoving the last package into the fridge and slamming the drawer shut. He added another finger, curling this one as well, scraping against your walls. You let out a small whine. "God, no."

"The only god here is me," he objected, pulling his fingers out of you. You nearly choked at the loss, and then he was pulling you up by your shoulders, slamming the fridge door shut. "Such a good girl, obeying my commands. You deserve a reward."

"Do I?" You breathed, breath hitching as he captured your lips in a wet kiss.

"Most certainly." Sephiroth's pupils were blown wide when he leaned back, then separated you entirely. "I'll let you choose this time, I think."

"Choose what?" You asked, eyebrow quirking up slightly. You jolted when you realized he was undoing his pauldrons and coat already.

"Where I fuck you," he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, eyeing you like a cat would a piece of meat. He was already half naked and working on his pants. "If you get to the stairs, I'll fuck you on the stairs. If you make it even halfway to the couch, I'll fuck you on the floor, so I suggest you start looking."

Panicked, you darted from the kitchen and made your way to your office, the closest place you could reach without falling prey to those super fast SOLDIER reflexes of his. The excitement, the wonder made you become even wetter, a lone droplet sliding down your thigh as you shoved your paperwork to the floor.

By the time you were turning towards the door, sitting down in the middle of your desk, Sephiroth was already nude, leaning against the frame as he watched you struggle to get comfortable.

He approached you, muscles rippling with movement. He reached for your sweater and pulled it off of you in one swift motion, your bare breasts bouncing at the suddenness, nipples hardening for his attention.

"No bra?" Sephiroth teased, taking both globes of tender flesh into his palms, kneading them with his fingers. "How daring of you."

He made quick work of the belt holding your skirt together, shimmying it down your legs and tossing it to another room. He pressed you flat on your back. He ran his hands up your calves and down your thighs, fingers so close you could taste it.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs," he coaxed, watching your breasts rise and fall with every shallow breath you took. You parted your legs for him with a whimper, exposing your swollen, red and dripping lips. When he touched his fingers to you it felt like you were on fire, your back arching high off the desk. "Such a good pet for me. I bet you taste divine. Do you want my mouth on you? Drinking every last drop from until you're screaming my name, begging me to take you?"

"Yes!" You pleaded, forcing your hips up against his fingers. "Please!"

Without warning, his mouth was upon you, sealed close to the wanton flesh and sucking hard. He was brutal, just how you wanted him, shoving his tongue so deeply within you that you were seeing stars. He let you buck into his face, keeping one hand firm on your hip to remind you who was in charge, and right as you were hitting that peak, felt that pressure in your abdomen, he was gone, his tongue replaced by something larger, hard and more filling.

Sephiroth entered you in one smooth thrust, ramming hard against your hips, bowed over you like a bowstring. He buried himself inside you to the hilt, your slick and his precum taking him deeper and deeper, until finally you felt his hips slot right into yours.

You kissed him, then, tangling your fingers in his hair. His hips bucked shallowly, tongue swiping over your lips, and then he was pulling out, only to ram back in harder than before, setting a pace that you knew would leave you nearly bedridden for a few days. You let out a scream when he hit that spot just right at just the right angle, that scream stuttering into a choked moan when he bit down on your shoulder. He never broke skin, but continued his monstrous pace, running his tongue over the marks he had made.

You were rapidly reaching your peak, unable to avoid him hitting your g-spot every single time. Rife with so much pleasure, you tried to move your hips at an angle, tried to keep him from hitting that spot so you could ride your orgasm, but he refused, nearly moving the desk with his next thrust. The closer he got, the harder he pounded into you, gripping the wood above your head to keep himself steady, his other hand holding on so tightly to your hair that it burned.

With a final grunted moan, he released inside you, trying desperately to finish off with three or four more sloppy thrusts. You squeezed his hips between your legs, gasping as you were thrown headlong into another earth shattering orgasm, throwing your head back into the desk, back as high as a cat's back.

As you rode your high with dazed eyes, Sephiroth pulled out of you and gathered you up into his arms. You nuzzled into his throat, sighing contentedly, legs and abdomen still spasming pleasantly.

"You did well, [Name]," Sephiroth hummed, pressing a kiss into your sweat soaked hair.

You laughed lightly, hoarse, and stroked the side of his neck with the tips of your fingers. "I lasted more than three minutes this time. I deserve a reward for that."

"What did you have in mind?" He inquired, pulling back your bed's blankets and lowering you between them. He waited for your answer, green-blue eyes twinkling patiently.

You made a thoughtful noise and reached up, taking his face between shaky fingers and drawing him into a kiss.

"There," you said, giggling when he laid down beside you and began pressing tender kisses to the expanse of your neck. "That's my reward."

#sephiroth x reader #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy vii remake #smut #request

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currentfandomkick · 4 years

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JL confronts Marinette

From bio!dad Strange au, where they made her kryptonian to keep her alive. This is post-Hawkmoth (debating using a random and revamping Gabriel altogether tbh)

“Don’t.” Marinette was tired of heroes, tired of being one. She had to handle hawkmoth’s fallout, keeping so many secret identities (hers, JL, miraculus team, her gotham family’s) and she just wanted to sleep.

Flash found her first, but Superman grabbed her and put her in the air for a ‘talk’.

“Don’t what?” She knew superman wasnt a detective. She knew he was a reporter though and she could see baiting and needling just under the surface. He’s an interrigator then, she decided.

“Don’t come in and try to fix what the miraculous team already handled. Paris was abbadonned by your league.”

She figured this was about Ladybug. Paris is always going off the the miraculous holders and ladybugs were always deemed the defacto leaders. She liked that Daesuqa (Talia) took over leading long term missions for the most part, handled meetings and politics so her and Chat and the others could be more like the teens they are in theory.

And everyone knew Marinette was Chat Noir’s favorite after she got how many akumatized people to release their akuma on their own? And that she supplied mirauclous users with kwami food (though it was common for many other civilians). It was common knowledge to all, but Hawkmoth apparently, that if Chat or his miraculous team or the entire team was needed, you went to Marinette.

Superman furrowed his brow at that though. “I didn’t know there was an active team here.”

So it wasn’t about the miraculous or years of magic terrorism her city endured?

“Been here for years. Hawkmoth’s sentencing is in a few hours.”

She hoped it was the kwami’s choice. Tikki murmured that people were surprised by what they could live through, and she is thw kwami of life. Tikki would make him wish he was dead routinely. He deserved it for regualrly slaughtering the city.

“No, that’s...” superman shook his head. “I came here to talk to you about...” he gestures to her then. She didn’t get it until she realized she was floating on her own.

When did he let her go?

“I know you’re Princess.”

Marinette’s blood stopped then. No. He can’t. They can’t.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I know Chloe changed my handle to Princess of Paris a few years ago but indont think heroes can stalk teens for that.”

Good, play into that. Distract until someone you trust can come. She hit an alert on her phone while he wasnt looking.

Pegasus should be here soon.

“I know you know it only as the Chimera project.”

Wrong. It was the surgery that kept her alive.

“And i know you’ve been poisoning yourself to stay hidden.”

Antidotes came from venom. It was fone to ise the stickers, they kept her human. The crystals were for emergencies only.

“What I don’t get is why.”

Why would she want him to kidnap, or abduct her? Take her from her family? Her life?

Don’t show that you’re who he thinks, anvocie whispered. Keep being the Paris Marinette from social media. The savage who snarled Weredad into submission.

“I really think you have the wrong girl. Its listed under my file as a volunteer flyer that i’m a flying meta, like most of the flyers.” Good, keep it up.

“And superman, if I had to guess why some girl that i look like would supress their powers, its becuase this is France and until the Miraculous team came clean about some being meta, you were imprisoned on suspicions of being meta, even infants were, are in the rest of France. Paris is the only place you arent imprisoned for it.”

Superman paled at that. “I. I wasn’t aware.”

“why would you be?”

Superman did respond to that.

“And if this Princess of yours is still hiding, she might be protecting her loved ones. Or maybe she thinks you’d steal her away from her life and home? Everyone knows about the fortress of solitude and i dont think anyone besides you would like living there, especially so far from people.”

Marinette watched him process. As long as Red Robin didnt see her, didnt confirm her identity, she was in the clear.

“Now if you’d excuse me, I’m needed to finish filling out a report on the final battle.”

That had superman’s attention.

“Final battle.”

“Yes, we just took down Hawkmoth a week ago.”

“He already has his trial, in a week.” Disbelief. Not worng either.

“It took the citizens of paris a week to finish voting. Finally tallies come in tonight if we try him as humans or if the kwami—gods of various concepts—are the ones to try him for his crimes. Afterall, he enslaved one kwami and abused another.”

Superman was not doing well, far too pale. Shock? No, they sent so many videos before the JL banned them.

Guilt. Regret, too. Probably.

“Now can you put me down somewhere? I’m not out as a meta and indont plan on being out anytime soon. Any supporting the miraculous teams do have their enemies too, and i dont want to be targetted.”

Superman nodded. Numb? Possible.

She let hersef be taken down.

Pegasus was there, Flash on his way. Another person who could make her.

She had to move fast.

“I hope I cleared things up?”

Superman nodded.

Max was ready to fight, glaring at the blue boyscout.

“Ready to go Miss DC?”

Marinette nodded, letting him guide her to the portal.

Flash didnt make it in, but he didnt see her face either. She’s take the narrow victory.

They exited in the Paris Grande Hotel. The Mayor had Batman and Red Robin with him. Crap.

“Is this...”

“Our civilian contact, Miss DC,” Pegasus stated almost too professionally. Great, now Red would know they know each other as friends. batman too.

“Batman, Red Robin, correct?”

“Yes. We, we just found your heroes videos and came to help. I see we’re too late too.”

Marientte nodded, avioding eye contact with Red. She wasnt sure if he learned to act infront of Batman yet, and wasnt risking it.

“I heard you came up with many of the emergency procedures and built the comms system with Pegasus.”

“As a flyer, yes. As Miss DC I just make sure the team stays fed and Chat doesnt forget to sleep.”

Batman shot Red Robin a look as he said, “I know the feeling.”

Marinette didnt fight the smile then. Yes, that was her Hero Stalker Tim alright.

“Would you two be interested in helping the league develop a better system to sort incoming messages?”

Pegasus moved first. “If we do, Miss DC is to be left alone. Her mother is very atrict about her not getting involved in science, and refuses to believe that her daughter has been actively helping the miraculous team.”

Batman turned his attention to Marinette then. “Is that so?”

Marinette nodded. “My birth father and her left on... terms i never got the jist of. He and his friends teach me in secret. Mama,” not maman, she forced herself to say, “she said something about it being destructive and dangerous, so she wants me to stick to the arts instead.”

Batman nodded. “Experiments can be, but that doesnt undercut the good you’ve done. I’ll tell the league you will work off-site should you accept.”

Marinette nodded along. “I can help where Pegasus gets stuck, and be contacted through him but otherwise would prefer not to be contacted by the League. I’m a civilian, and no offense, but there ahve been leaks before.”

“Understandable. The league thanks you for your help, and apoligizes for what you went through.”

Marinette could feel the hole Red Robin was burning into her. He earings. And the fox miraculous. Shit. He knew.

Marinette wanted to punch the league in their face collectively.

“All May i go now, i have a meeting to get to.”

“Of course.”

Pegasus opened the portal and escorted her out.

They both waited five minites, Max feeding Kaalki, for the call.

“So why didnt you tell me?” Tim was pissed.

“Media blackout. Any time i tried to call it was blocked.”

Tim swore. “Alfred!”

“You are so lucky Pegasus doesnt know anything about gotham.”

“He’s there?”

“I work with him alot.”

“So when you visited Gotham...”

“French government would know. Not hard to connect the dots of girl leaves to see gotham fmaily and suddenly the league shows up after banning all of Paris from contact.”

“I. When did it happen?”

“Before Chrismas. I would have had Nonna tell you but she didnt know either until after the fact and they said if she told anyone itd be me going to jail for her.”

“That’s. What hellscape do you live in?”

“I died so many times i don’t even know now.” She stopped keeping track after she got into the eighties. That wasn’t even a full year into being Ladybug.

“That’s not comforting.”

“Please tell me that you’re not outing me to Bats. I just got two leaguers off my tail.”

“I won’t tell him, but if the new Robin does i’m not stopping him.”

She almost forgot Talia’s son was a Robin. She didnt see him in uniform yet—as Damian (not wayne but damian who was mourning lost family, damian who didnt know how to talk to people his age). She knows he’s a bit thick with social cues, and his detective skills need work in her opinion but he’s skeptical and has good insticts. He might make her as Marinette if he’s there.

“Is he...”

“He’s with the Titans now, but theyre debating coming here to yell at the league.”

“Videoing it?”

“Obviously. Want a copy?”

“Ill make popcorn before watching.”

“Rkc are doing well by the way—stopped a human trafficking ring and i think they took the victims.”

“Harley’s working with them,” marientte got he update earlier. “Hood and zsasz took out the lower and mid tier that woudlnt snitch. The case should be smooth sailing—the sirens put out a blanket hit on anyone trying to touch the witnesses.”

“So managing two teams this whole time,” red murmured, almost... bitter, or disapointed in something—no someone. Himself?

“Just tweaking things. Daesuqa handles most the team since she found me and Chat. Apparently she was compatible enough to do a lot of the non-fighting work. I still did battle strategy and all but,” Marinette shrugged.

“She focused in survival aspects here, and long term stability for Gotham. Daesuqa has handled most of non-kwami work here outside of kwami and candidates,” Max added. “On top of her work as a student and designer and inventor.”

Red Robin groaned. “When do you sleep?”

Marinette hummed. “I have meds to make me. And angry family to make me take them.”

“Her... what are we calling him now?” Mac was asking about Felix, adiren’s gremlin cousin who’s mom isntryign to adopt her. Also a fellow reverse theif and possessive friend.

“Uh, gremlin.”

“Her gremlin calls to let is know if she does get rest on the weekends and we trade off on weekdays.”

Red robin hummed into the phone. “So staying to the shadows?”

Trixx and Tikki looked up at Marinette at that. tikki wanted her to be the Ladybug, the be seen and everywhere and she...

Trixx knew why Marinette liked the shadows and background. Trix understood that bit.

“Yeah, i’ll still play in between and have some kwami things for life now.” She and Chat were working out gaurdian duties still.

She wasnt interested in the JL.

@emeraldpuffguide @ilovefluffbutsmutisalsogreat @mystery-5-5 @weird-pale-blonde-person @dast218

#maribat au #maribat #bio! dad au #bio!dad strange #bio!dad au #ml au #my au #my idea #marinette strange dupain cheng

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herproxyheart · 4 years

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Please EJxJeff headcanons!!! I love your blog!

EJ x Jeff headcanons

Like any other best friends or soulmates, EJ and Jeff are inseparable. Even though Jeff likes to be alone and EJ likes his peace and quiet while working, you would always find them together at some point.

No matter what, EJ and Jeff always finds a way to hang out with each other whenever it's their "free time". This would include having a few drinks (only Jeff tho, EJ would just eat organs) or taking a walk around the forest, sitting by the sea side and discussing about life or going on a killing spree with each other.

They may seem snobby or mean (mainly Jeff, EJ is just quiet) to others but are actually quite sweet..only to each other though.

Would have that love-"hate" relationship. This is due to the fact that Jeff would never admit he has feelings for someone. He bullies EJ in front of others but later makes up for it when they are alone.

"I love you, bro."

"Love you too, bro. No homo..?"

"Yes homo."

In their relationship, EJ is the dominant one. Although Jeff likes to boss around or control him, he's submissive under EJ.

Both of them don't really like showing each other off to people or doing PDA just because they feel like they need to keep their relationship quiet. EJ knows that Jeff would hate it if the others found out he had a soft spot for someone.

Jeff goes to EJ for advice or just because he needs someone to talk to. It would always result in being useless since Jeff never really listens to anyone and does what he wants. He just loves being comfortable around EJ and knows he can trust him.

EJ would be the only one to calm Jeff down if he was enraged. This is dangerous since the killer always reacts violently if someone tries to talk to him when he's furious. It takes a while to calm Jeff down but EJ already got the hang of it.

Doesn't have cute pet names for eachother. Instead they call eachother "bro", "dude" or "bitch".

Jeff hates cuddling and EJ just doesn't care about it so from time to time, they would just give eachother a quick "bro" hug or even just a pat on the shoulder. This is because they refuse to show their soft sides for each other.

Roasts eachother almost all the time but they would just laugh it off.

Would definitely be that couple that talks shit about other people. Jeff is normally the one to start the convo and EJ just goes along with it because love.

"Bro, I want to wear your hoodie"

"You already have one on??"

"...do you even really love me?"

"Oh for fucks sake-"

As expected in every relationship, they would frequently get into fights. Both verbal and physical. This is because Jeff would easily get annoyed or angry at small little things or even triggering words. EJ already understands why his lover/best friend behaves this way and just lets it slide. Even though Jeff always starts these arguments, EJ would always be the one to apoligize.

Their relationship would be fun but would also show signs of toxicity. However, they do not bother with that thought because..well, they love eachother. It's their relationship not everybody else's so why would they care?

They hella cute and iconic as a couple and as best friends

Can't relate.

#creepypasta #eyeless jack #jeffthekiller #eyeless jack x jeff the killer #creepypasta headcanon #incorrect creepypasta

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fortheloveofeos · 7 years

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Finally - Chocobos

Cute drabbles about some awkward Chocobos and their failed attempts to flirt. @xionroxas sent in this cute little request a few days ago and I’ve just gotten around to actually getting it up. I’m an extremely awkward person so any time I can experience the awkwardness of others is great. So, without further ado, please enjoy some cute and awkward high school chocobos.

Side note: I know Nyx is older but I needed someone for Gladio’s scenario and he fit the bill.

This got a little long...but I refuse to apoligize for this cuteness.

XXX

Noctis

Being a Prince should have made flirting easier. Should have being the key words. It really wasn’t. Noctis knew very well just how influential his crown could be and he was terrified that anyone he flirted with would only see his position, not him – or at least not truly. Prompto had been a gift from the Astrals when he walked up to Noctis a few years before and basically insisted on being his friend. He had been the only one that Noctis had truly trusted or felt comfortable around.

And then you walked into his life.

You had been the new student, ushered into the prince’s class by the principle who seemed more interested in the lunch menu for the day than showing the new student around. Prompto, the ever happy and helpful blonde, had offered to show you around your new school and the principle had all but physically pushed you onto the pair. Noctis and his raven hair had been nearly the exact opposite of the ball of sunshine during your first day. He had been awkward and quiet, unsure of how to broach the subject of his lineage or how you might react. However, when the topic finally came up and you didn’t even so much as blink saying that you had known the entire time, he was sure he had never met anyone quite like you.

From that very first day, you had been quite intrigued by the prince. You asked questions about him and his life but you were always careful not to upset him or to change the subject quickly if he seemed uncomfortable. You loved dragging him along with you when Prompto took you out to explore the city of Insomnia whenever you could pull him away from the Citadel. When he moved into his own apartment, you spent more time there with him than you did in your own house. In fact, Noctis was certain he spent more time with you than with Prompto - even if it was only slightly.

Ignis had joined his father in lecturing the young prince in the importance of finding a proper young woman to wed. He would need to find someone from Lucis to marry – a way to ensure strength within the kingdom in the face of the Empire and their threat. He was too young to make that sort of decision now, but Ignis continued to mention it’s importance so that he wouldn’t forget it. And every time Ignis brought it up, Noctis couldn’t help but picture your face.

The only problem was that you still thought of him as a friend. He had to change that if he had any chance of ever seeing you seated beside him in the throne room as King of Lucis. He had drafted Prompto when he had finally gotten the idea to ask you on a real date.

Noctis found you in your usual spot in the courtyard. You were seated beneath a large tree, your legs crossed carefully before you as you leaned your back against the ancient bark. He noticed the cover of the book you held to be different than the one he had seen you with just the day before. Your face was relaxed but you chewed your lip as you always did when you read. He was sure he had never seen anyone look so beautiful. He studied you for several moments before he finally worked up the nerve to speak. Prompto cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Oh, hey guys,” you smiled and marked your place before closing your book. Noctis offered you a hand up and you smoothed down your uniform. “What are you two up to?” You looked between the two of them waiting to see what they were planning.

Noctis opened his mouth but nothing came out. Prompto, sensing his friend’s panic, jumped in. “Noct here wanted to ask you something. About formal.” When Noctis still didn’t speak, Prompto elbowed his friend in the ribs.

“Uh, r-right. Do you…want to go?”

Laughing at his behavior, you nodded. “Of course I want to go. We’re going together, right?” You looked expectantly between the two.

Prompto began to back up. “I’ve got a date, so it looks like the two of you will have to go together. I’ll leave you to work out the details,” and with that he spun on his heel and disappeared into the school.

“Huh. That’s surprising,” you watched Prompto go before turning to the Crown Prince. “So, I guess it’ll be just us, then.”

Noctis a nervous hand through his already messy hair. “Yeah. Guess so,” he sighed and pulled his arm from behind his back. A single Sylleblossom sporting a shining black bow was clutched in his slightly shaking hand. “I…I meant to ask you to go to formal with me,” Noctis swallowed hard to try and clear the lump that was forming in his throat. “As a d-date,” he finished.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly as you took in his words. You blinked several times as if you hadn’t heard him correctly. “A date,” you repeated his words. Noctis nodded, still holding the beautiful blue Sylleblossom out in offering to you. Taking a deep and steadying breath, you carefully took the delicate flower from his grasp and brought it to your nose. It smelled like summer and…surprisingly like Noctis. “Alright,” you smiled and nodded, pulling the flower close to your chest. “A date it is then.”

Prompto

Flirting had never been one of Prompto’s strong suits. In truth, he was ususally too awkward to get a full sentence out in front of his crush. His pale cheeks would burn tomato red as he tried to stutter out his words, usually while Noctis tried to help or to contain his laughter at the situation. Usually it was the latter.

When you walked into the arcade one day after class, Prompto couldn’t help smiling. The two of you had been neighbors when he was a child. You had been his only true friend before Noctis. The two of you had spent every day together in the summers and many evenings playing after school. Once the two of you started high school, you had been placed into a different class and he had befriended the prince. Both of you were busy and found yourselves in each other’s presence less and less.

You and a friend immediately exchanged your dollars for coins before rushing off in search of the perfect game. Noctis followed your staring and landed upon you, completely entranced by shooting game you had picked. You held a bright red pistol in both hands as you took aim at the daemons that appeared on the screen. “She’s a good shot,” Noctis commented with a smile. He had met you through Prompto once or twice and he was more than aware of his friend’s crush.

“Yeah,” he sighed and a smile played out on his lips. His eyes took on a dreamy sheen as he watched you slay one enemy after another.

Noctis sighed and forced several coins into Promtpo’s hand. “So go and talk to her. She’s you ‘friend’, right?”

Prompto wasn’t even speaking to you yet and he was a sputtering mess. “N-Noct…It’s not th-that easy,” he let out a small yelp as his friend shoved him hard to force his feet into motion. He tried to whisper his protests, but you had already turned to find the blonde young man slowly approaching you as the dark haired prince pushed him forward.

“Prom,” you smiled and inclined your head to the side slightly. “it’s been a while. How’s school?” You greeted Noctis before he struck up a conversation with your friend.

Clearing his throat, Prompto’s cheeks began to turn a light pink. “It’s, uh…it’s going a-alright. How’ve you b-been?” He slid a couple coins into the machine and picked up the blue set of pistols.

You turned you focus to the game as it counted down a new round. “Great,” you smiled at you downed another daemon. Prompto proved be almost as good a shot as you. Almost. “I do miss seeing you, though. I guess you’re pretty busy with Noctis, though.” You frowned as you missed a shot.

Prompto chuckled as he took down the target you had been aiming for. “Yeah. I guess,” he sighed as the round ended once more. He was ready to pay for another round when you slid the plastic guns into their holsters. You leaned a hip against the metal machine as is began a countdown to begin a new game before yours scores would be lost. You name fell from Prompto’s lips in a sigh as you looked up to find his clear blue gaze already on you. Seeing you again and having a moment alone was a gift from the Astrals. A gift he was afraid he may not get again. He was going to begin training to join the Crownsguard after graduation and he wasn’t sure he would see you again.

In the past, Prompto had tried to flirt with you but each time he had asked you on a date, you had taken it as just another hangout with your childhood friend. You were both older now and Prompto dug down deep into his soul to find the strength he needed. Sliding his own blue pistols into their holsters within the machine, Prompto flipped his hair out of his eyes. The suave motion was ruined he was forced to blow a few stubborn strands from his vision, earning a giggle from you.

“Glad to see you haven’t changed,” you spoke around your light laughter.

Groaning, Prompto couldn’t hide his own smile. “What are your plans for d-dinner?” He cleared his throat before continuing, “We could make a run to that restaurant you liked?”

“The noodle shop in the arts district?” Your eyes lit up and you nodded excitedly. “Great, we can invite Noctis and –“

Prompto cut you off by placing a slightly trembling hand on your arm. “I was hoping it would just be us? Like a d-date?” He visibly swallowed once he had gotten the question out.

“A date,” you repeated. Prompto managed a small nod. You seemed to think over the options for a moment before smiling the smile he loved so much – the one that made your eyes light up and brightened your whole face. It was the same smile you always gave him when you had managed to sneak some candy for the two of you from your mother’s shop. “Alright. I should really tell my friend that I’m leaving,” you started to go in search of your friend when Prompto’s hand slipped into yours catching you off guard.

Looking forward and refusing to meet your curious gaze, Prompto pointed towards a dancing game towards the side of the arcade. Noctis and your friend were currently dancing to an overplayed pop song, Noctis surprisingly in the lead. “I think Noct can take care of that. Let’s go before the dinner rush get’s there,” he gently pulled you towards the door.

You squeezed Prompto’s fingers before wrapping you other hand around his bicep as he steered you into the Insomnian streets on your way to the noodle shop. You definitely noticed how red his cheeks got, but the full smile he was fighting to hide had your own heart feeling lighter. “Lead the way, Prom.”

Ignis

Being the president of the student government and maintaining a perfect grade point average should have been difficult for any student, yet Ignis Scientia seemed to manage just fine. Luckily for him, you – his best friend – had been elected vice president and had proved more than capable of helping him run the school. You matched Ignis in both intelligence and ability to foresee the outcomes of certain situations. Without your help, Iggy was certain he would have been a scrambling mess – not the calm and collected senior president that everyone thought he was.

You had seen through his calm and collected façade years before in grade school. Ignis had lost his temper once when another classmate had thought to bully you in front of him. Ever the white knight, Iggy had stepped in and tried to mediate the situation calmly. However, when he had spotted the crocodile tears that began to spill from your glassy eyes despite your efforts to contain them, he proceeded to lose his shit. In the end, you had pulled him away from the bully and calmed him down with the promise of going with him to a café down the street after school.

The two of you had remained close for years, friends through it all. However, Ignis couldn’t help but want more. Something about you seemed to pull him in whenever you were around and he was utterly powerless to resist. Although he had always had a way with words, he never seemed to find the right ones to express his feelings to you. He had tried a few things over the years – Valentine’s Day presents and cards, attempting to orchestrate a romantic walk through the city gardens at night. He had even tried to get you to be his date to the fall formal. You had accompanied him, of course, but you had no idea what Ignis’ real intentions had been.

Currently, the two of you were walking through the halls of the school. Classes had ended a little over an hour ago so only the two of you remained. The student council meeting had ended several moments before and the other students had practically run from the premises as soon as they were released. It was a Friday after all.

“Any plans for the weekend?” You stretched slightly, loosening your muscles after sitting through classes the entire day.

Ignis smiled and fiddled with his glasses, removing them to reveal his beautifully green eyes before returning his glasses to his nose. “Not presently, no. I suppose I will spend the evening going over my notes for the exam next week.”

Giggling, you lightly elbowed him as you continued out the main doors of the school. “C’mon, Iggy. Don’t you ever just relax or have fun?” you kidded, knowing very well how dedicated Ignis was. You were a much more carefree spirit than he usually was.

Smirking, ignis offered you his arm as if he were a knight escorting his lady through a castle rather than a high school student walking with another. He knew the action would tint your cheeks a petal pink and earn one of those adorable small breathy gasps you seemed to save for his gentlemanly actions. “I might, if I were joined by a certain young woman,” he teased you as he steered you towards your house. Luckily, Ignis and his family lived very close by.

“If this woman is me, I’m always down to spend some time with my best friend,” you rested your head against his shoulder. Your hair fell from you head down his back and he loved the way it danced against his arm, lightly tickling his skin.

You were too distracted to catch his grimace. “Friend,” he lightly whispered. You were about to ask him to repeat his statement before he continued on. “I was speaking of you,” he promised. Your home came into view as you rounded the corner. “That movie you’ve been talking of seeing, I believe it’s playing at that little theater you like so much. We have time to make one of the showings tonight.”

Excited, you immediately perked up at the idea of going with Ignis to the little vintage theater where they played films that were out of the popular theaters before they were released. Not only were the theaters cute and themed like an old play theater, but they had the best popcorn in all of Insomnia. “Let me run home and change. Sounds like a perfect date,” you giggled and were about to slip your arm from his when Ignis gracefully moved his hand down your arm until your fingers were threaded together and spun you around to face him. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he had pulled you forward and captured your lips with his.

“A proper date, I hope. I would like to be able to finally call you mine, if you would agree to that.” Ignis’ calm façade was crumbling as his face flushed and his green eyes looked both nervous and excited.

It was as if time stopped for a moment. You blinked several moments before you hand came up to trace your lips, exactly where his had been a few moments before. “Ignis,” you breathed as your breath finally returned to you and you felt you heart hammer away in your chest. “You…want to…date me?” Six that sounded awful in comparison to his wonderful words.

Ignis laughed then, a sound that seemed to lift a great deal of stress from his tall and lean form. “Yes. I’ve tried to be a patient man as my attempts to court you have failed. I’m sorry I was so forward just no, but –“ It was your turn to silence him with a kiss.

“Yes,” you pulld back to smile at him. “Yes. I would love to go on a date with you, Ignis Scientia.”

Gladio

As a jock and captain of both the football team and the wrestling team, Gladiolus never had any trouble with women. In fact, he usually didn’t keep the same one around for much longer than a week. You knew his reputation well and yet you had chosen to stick around – platonically, of course. Gladio found you to be a great friend and one of the only females, other than his little sister, that he actually felt truly comfortable with. You were a cheerleader and so you were present at every game and match he ever had. He didn’t have to worry about relaying things that had happened or recounting his day to you either because you were in most of his classes. The two of you were basically inseparable.

It would be a lie if Gladio said he didn’t see just how beautiful you were. You were physically fit and strong as well as smart and graceful. How you managed to do half the stunts you and your teammates pulled off, he would never know. However you did it, Gladio often found himself distracted by you. He had made multiple passes at you before, but you always managed to deflect them with minimal damage to his ego.

“Are you going to actually do something about it, or are you just going to stare at her and hope she figures it out,” Nyx clapped Gladio on his shoulder pad as he and his other teammates were huddled up. They only had one last play left in the game and they would win the championship.

Gladio should have been focused on that but he found his whiskey-colored gaze finding yours across the turf. You smiled and gave a small wave before you dropped your pom-poms onto the ground and got into position for a cheer. “Shut it, Ulric. Just make sure you get the ball where it needs to go.” Gladio bristled at his friend’s comment, the chuckles from his teammates not helping.

Nyx shrugged and fixed the chin guard on his helmet so that it was snug. “Make sure no one comes up the middle and this game is ours.” He threw a quick glance over to where you were just as you turned in a front handspring. “Say something or I’m going to,” he teased just before Gladio broke the huddle.

Fueled by anger, Gladio blocked perfectly and Nyx’s throw landed the ball in the awaiting arms of his teammate in the end zone. The crowd erupted in cheers but Gladio pushed his way through his celebrating teammates towards the sidelines, dropping his helmet by the bench. Once he reached the fence, he easy jumped it.

“Gladio,” you smiled but he caught the surprise in your eyes. They sparkled beneath the lights that illuminated the field and reflected the rainbow of colors brought down in showers of metallic confetti. “Shouldn’t you be with your team? You’re a champion,” you hugged him quickly, fueled by your own happiness that your team had won.

Gladio chuckled and ran a hand through his damp locks. He noticed several other cheerleaders checking him out but he focused solely on you and your breathtaking smile. You clutched your pom-poms to your chest as you stared into Gladio’s amber eyes. “How about a trip to the diner to celebrate. I’ll even let you get one of those monstrous milkshakes to celebrate.”

Laughing, you lightly pushed at his chest with one of you nosy shredded plastic puffs. “Right. Aren’t you dating Katrina or something this week? I think I saw her in the bleachers earlier.” You moved to follow the flow of people onto the field in celebration when a strong hand gently caught your arm to stop you.

Sighing, Gadio shook his head as his forehead creased with something – a mix of confusion of worry, maybe. “I mean it,” he promised you before fixing you with one of his thousand-watt smiles that would have had any other girl in the school putty in his hands. “Go out with me. Really.” He looked into your eyes as if begging you to take him seriously.

“Please, for the love of Eos, go out with the guy so he will stop pining after you.” Nyx appeared from the crowd, his braids plastered down with sweat and hat hair from his helmet. “I can’t watch him watch you any more or I am going to go crazy.”

With a groan, Gladio shoved his friend before telling him to get lost. You had giggled at Nyx’s words, finally believing that each of Gladio’s advances had been real. “Is that a yes?” Gladio hated how excited he sounded.

“It’s a yes. On one condition,” you pushed a pom-pom against his chest once more. “I get my own milkshake. Strawberry. With extra sprinkles.” You narrowed your eyes slightly and smirked.

Without hesitation, Gladio stole a quick kiss and scooped you up to place you on his shoulder so that you were above the crowd. He loved the sound of your laughter mixing with the cheering of the crowd. “You can have whatever you want, princess. Whatever you want,” he promised you.

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coughdontfeelwellcough · 7 years

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A Grand Escape

Hello, I’m still moving some of my old stories on to here, so I apoligize if you’ve already read any of these! I’ll hopefully get some new ones up soon :) This was originally part of a longer story but I couldn’t resist putting in a sickfic element and well.. Got a bit carried away.

“You won’t keep me here!” Cassia screamed as she was shoved toward a cell.

“Fancy your luck at escaping do you?” laughed the guard. “I’d like to see you try.”

He gave her one last shove as she fell through the cell door, landing with a thud on the hard ground.

She glared back at him as he locked the door, leaving her trapped behind the metal bars for however long they deemed necessary.

“I have no doubt you’ll enjoy your time here,” he smirked, licking his lips in a way that made her skin crawl.

“Oh fuck you!” she spat at him.

He just continued to smile before turning to one of the guards that had followed them into the dungeons and handed him the keys he’d just used to lock her up.

“Keep an eye on her Merrick, she’s a fiery one.”

He was laughing again as he left, leaving the one called Merrick incharge. She couldn’t help sighing in frustration, standing up she began to pace in her small cell. There was something that looked like it could be a bed in one corner with a bucket next to it, she didn’t even want to think about that. It was true she’d been in worse before but that didn’t help her now, it had been a stupid mistake trying to break into the King’s treasury without a real plan. She thought she could be in and out in minutes with the crown safely in her position but the guards had proved harder to fool that she’d expected and she’d gotten herself trapped. She’d just wanted to show the King that there was no stopping them, a rebellion was raising and his time was ending. It had been a stupid mistake to go in unaided, stupid, stupid, stupid, she lashed out and kicked the stone wall in anger.

“Ow!”

“Hey! Be Careful in there.”

In her anger she’d forgotten about the man stood outside, the one with the sandy coloured hair and the raspy voice.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Cassia said, rubbing her foot.

“Well the Captain seems to think you do,” he replied.

His voice didn’t have the same bite to it like the other guards, in fact he sounded rather tired and in need of a good night’s sleep; he was young too maybe even younger than Cassia herself.

Cassia just huffed and turned away from him, she’d never escape with him standing right outside, she’d have to find a way to distract him or wait and hope he falls asleep. She sat down on her makeshift bed with her foot still throbbing and tried to come up with a plan, she’d gotten herself into this mess so surely she’d be able to get herself out again. Her hand reached for her dagger at her belt only to find it gone, they’d taken it when they’d caught her; leaving her defenseless, not something she ever liked to be. She wanted to kick the wall again, she didn’t like feeling helpless, that was her whole reason for joining the rebellion well that and the fact it was by the King’s act that she was alone. She needed a plan and she needed one soon, the King wasn’t known to be kind to those who broke into his castle as she’d be lucky to keep her head.

“Hiiishheeeooo.”

Cassia was snapped out of her thoughts by a sound from the other side of her cell. She stood up and walked over to the bars, peering out into the dim lit dungeon.

“Hisssshhhiioooo, hissshheeoeooo,”

It was the guard, the one who’d been left to babysit her. He finished sneezing and sniffed, wiping his nose on his sleeve letting out a small groan. She couldn’t help giving a small smile, maybe there was a way out, after all a guard with a cold shouldn’t be too hard to slip past…

“Hissshhhheoooo, hitcchhhsssooooo, hisssccchhhhoooo.”

Cassia sighed as he sniffed, running a hand under his nose. He was sounding worse and though that may be bad for him it was good for her. The more distracted he was the better her plan would work. In the past she probably would’ve felt guilty about tricking someone who was so clearly unwell but those days were long gone. She knew too well what the King’s guards were capable of and if a little revenge came with her plan, all the better.

She’d seen the keys hanging from his belt and was waiting for a moment to take them, the first step in her escape plan. He coughed again, long and hard into his elbow and she made her move. Cassia put her hand through the bars and unhooked the keys, tucking them into a compartment in her dress before the fit was even over. They didn’t call her a master thief for nothing, she was fast and good with her hands added with a big green eyes and girlish laugh and she could get out of most things; but then you have to do a lot of things when your life depends on it. Cassia tried not to think about the memories of her past, the ones of loss of those she’d loved, the pain and hunger and the brutality that the King had caused in his own greed. She felt the anger building up again and knew she had to escape, not just for herself but for those that she’d lost.

The sound of the guard coughing again brought her back to reality, to the damp, cold cell and the man stood watching her. The guilt was back as she looked at him, he seemed miserable with a sore red nose, pale complexion and fever flushed cheeks; without really thinking it through she reached her hand through the bars again, this time to pat his back and try and help him regain control of his breathing.

“Um thanks…” he croaked once he was able to speak.

“I’d get something for that cough if I were you,” she said, removing her hand from his back.

“I wish,” he muttered, his voice cracking.

“What’s your name?” she asked, giving him her best smile.

“Merrick, Arthur Merrick,” he replied.

“Why don’t you go to bed Arthur Merrick?” she asked.

For her plan to work best she really needed to be alone and she hoped a little push might just get the alling guard out of her hair.

“Because it’s my job to… to Haa...Haa….Hacccchooooo, haaccccchhhhooooo, haacccchhhhhooooo.”

“Bless you, you sound in need a rest as a lot of use you’ll be if you pass out on the floor.”

Arthur groaned and rubbed his temples, no doubt there was a headache throbbing behind his eyes.

“I’d love to go to bed but the King does not look kindly upon guards who disobey orders,” he said, sounding ever more miserable.

“But you’re sick, isn’t that a good enough excuse?” Cassia asked, she was still trying to play her game but part of her was curious about him.

Arthur just shook his head and coughed, she reached her hand through the bars again as he struggled to breathe.

“Why don’t you sit down at least? It’s only me here after all,” she suggested.

He looked at her with his fever glassed blue eyes and nodded, sinking to the ground. She join him so they were both sat on the cold floor with only the bars separating them.

“I feel awful,” he finally admitted, his head leaning back against the bars.

Cassia tried to suppress the little bit of guilt that was trying to creep up on her, she refused to feel sorry for him. He wasn’t the one trapped in a cell, but hopefully that was about to change..

“Is there no one you can go to?” she asked, adding a note of sympathy to her voice.

“No…” He choked a cough.

“What happens if you get really sick? Would the King rather you die than take a day off?” she asked, her anger about the king seeping into her act.

“That’s what he wants, an army who’ll die for him without a second thought, not one that get’s sick. If you get sick that’s a weakness and that’s not acceptable, so the quicker we die the better, or so he thinks.”

“Then why do you stay?” Cassia asked.

Arthur turned to look at her, past the fever in his eyes she could see someone who’d seen horrible things, too many horrible things to think about. They reminded her of our own eyes, eyes she could no longer face in the mirror.

“I don’t have a choice” he said before breaking into another painful round of coughs.

Cassia didn’t move as Arthur continued to cough, his words were still buzzing in her head. She’d always thought of the King’s guards a lot like the King himself, cruel with a twisted idea of right and wrong, she’d watched them kill like it was nothing, some even smiling and even heard their laughs about the homes they’d destroyed and lives they’d taken, but never like this. She watched as Arthur gained control over his breathing and leant back against the walls, if he didn’t get rest soon he would get worse and die not much later. She’d always thought they had a choice to join the King, those evil laughs could they all have been fake? Just the guards trying to keep their heads like her. Cassia tried to push the thoughts away, she needed to get out before it was too late but looking back at Arthur the guilt came back but this time it wouldn’t leave.

It took hours but finally the time came; Arthur had fallen asleep against the wall outside her cell, his snoring filling the otherwise silent dungeon. Cassia had no idea of time, there were no windows beneath the castle, the only light coming from torches on the walls but she knew it was late. She could feel the tug of exhaustion but ignored it, she didn’t know what the morning would hold but it certainly wouldn’t be good, if she was going to escape it was now or never.

So with a deep breath she took the keys out of the pocket of her dress and slipped them through the bars. There was a few keys on the ring and as she got down to the final key she was worried the one that opened her cell was somehow gone and the whole plan would be up in smoke before it began. Cassia put the last key in the lock and there was a click, the heavy lock shifted and the door opened a tiny bit. She gave a heavy sigh of relief and pushed the door, it creaked loudly and for a moment the snoring stopped. She stood frozen waiting, if Arthur woke up now everything would be over but he just sniffed in his sleep and continued snoring. Cassia sighed and pushed the door just enough for her to slip through, even though she still had a long way to go she felt better from being out of the cell. There was only one way in and out of the dungeon, a long staircase that lead back up the main part of the castle. So late at night she hoped to be able to slip through unseen but if not there always the other option. On the other side of the room from her cell was a table that held her personal effects that had been taken off her upon her arrest and among them her dagger. It was her prised possession not only because it was her only weapon but because it had been given to her by her father a long time ago. Cassia placed it on her belt and turned to leave, she tried not to think about the guard as took her first steps up the stairs and what his fate might be.

“Wait.”

She stopped on the third step and looked back to see Arthur watching her from his place on the floor.

“You can’t leave,” he said, coughing into his fist.

“Because you’re really in the position to stop me,” she said.

He sighed and leant his head back against the wall, pain written all over his face.

“Go, at least one of us should try and get out of this alive…” He broke off coughing. “And it ain’t going to be me.”

The feeling of guilt that Cassia had been trying to push away washed over her in fulll force. There was no avoiding the future of the young guard with his keys in the cell door it would be obvious he let her escape and that would be the end of him, if his illness didn’t kill him first.

“I’m sorry,” Cassia said and she meant it, so many had died in the fight already and he was just another body to be added to the count.

“Just stop them okay? Don’t let me die for nothing.”

In that moment something in Cassia snapped, many had died already, too many and she refused to let there be another. He could live, he would, they would show the King they were stronger than any sickness.

“Come with me,” she said, going back down the stairs.

“Excuse me?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“Come with me, we can both get out of this and well, what’ve you got to lose?”

Cassia held out her hand to him and smiled, he looked up at her with fever bright eyes and gave a half weak smile before taking her out stretched hand. She helped him to his feet only for him to nearly collapse again, she slipped an arm around his waist to keep his steady. The plan had just gotten a whole lot harder but at least her conscious would be clear.

It took longer than she would’ve liked but together they made it to the top of the stairs, Arthur having to lean quiet heavily on her shoulder the whole time. They’d reached a long corridor within the castle, touches still being the only light against the star filled sky. Cassia felt somewhat relieved that no one had coming running at them leaving the dungeon but the next part of the plan was the tricky bit, find the way out. She felt something heavy on her shoulder and realised Arthur was already fighting to stay awake, she was going to have to do this fast.

“Arthur, you can’t fall asleep on me yet, I need your help. How do we get to the stables?” she asked.

“The stables?” he questioned, his voice sounding groggy.

“Yes, you didn’t think we were just going to walk out of here did you?”

Arthur shook his head and rubbed his nose, it was starting to run again and it was desperately trying to avoid sneezing and waking the whole castle.

“Down his hallway, turn left and keep going,” he said.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Cassia tighten her grip around his waist and together they moved slowly down along the wall. If she’d been alone Cassia probably would’ve run, she’d learnt how to be light on her feet over the years but that was out of the question. Their speed may have been slow but they were relatively quiet, only the odd stifled sound of illness from Arthur.

“Which way now?” she asked once they’d reached a t junction of hallways.

“Left,” he croaked, choking a few coughs into the palm of his hand.

She nodded and they continued. The few doors they passed were all closed and quiet, Cassia knew at the bottom of the castle they were more likely storage rooms than anything else, all the bedrooms would be much higher and out of their way.

“Where are all the guards?” Cassia whispered.

They’d passed another hallway with still no sign of another living person, she’d expected to have had to use her dagger at least once but it had not left her belt.

“With the King,” Arthur replied.

“All of them?”

Arthur was about to a reply when a sound from down the hall took the words right out of his mouth.

“Apparently not,” he whispered.

“Shhh.”

It was silent for a moment before they heard it again, it was the sound of a door opening. Cassia caused under her breath, it was followed by the sound of footsteps and they were getting closer. Arthur was looking at her in panic as her mind raced a mile a minute trying to find a way out. She tried one of the storage room doors only for it to be locked, she nearly tried to kick it but that would only cermet their finding. The footsteps grew louder, the person was nearly on top of them, Cassia could hear her heart thumping in her ears as she tried to think.

“Quick, over here,” she whispered, pulling on Arthur’s arm.

She pulled him over to a large chest of drawers that were against the wall and knelt down, they were out of the light and she hoped the shadows would hide them just enough that the person would look over them. It was a look shot but she had nothing else.

“Hold your breath,” she whispered.

Arthur took as big a breath he could and waited.

Before the first set of footsteps had reached them they heard another and they were running, pounding across the floor toward them. Arthur grabbed Cassia’s hand in his, he wasn’t sure whether it was the fever playing with him but he felt he needed her comfort. Almost as quickly as they’d started all the sounds of footsteps stopped and were replaced instead by voices, meters away from where they were hiding.

“Where do you think your going?” A girl asked.

“Back to duty,” a boy replied.

“Do you have to?”

“I’ll be back in the morning, meet you in normal place?” he asked.

“Okay honey.”

There was the sound of them kissing and Arthur nearly coaked, the cough he was trying to hold on to was getting the better of him.

“Don’t cough!” Cassia hissed.

He tried but his chest was burning and tears forming in the corner of his eyes. The footsteps started again, one walk away and one toward them, Arthur’s nails dug into Cassia’s hand but the boy didn’t even look their way, too busy thinking about his girl to see the strange looking shadow on the wall. Cassia waited until the footsteps had died away in both directions before sighing and leaning heavily against the wall.

“That was a bit close.”

Arthur didn’t reply, having finally lost the battle with his cough. The sound seemed to echo through the empty hall and Cassia worried they’d hear running footsteps again but everything was quiet, she just patted Arthur’s back until he was able to breathe again.

“You okay?” she asked, trying to hide her underlying concern. Her medical knowledge though good with injuries was not great with illness, she hoped it would enough.

He nodded and together they stood.

“Not much further now,” Arthur rasped, as they reached the end of yet another long hallway. They’d heard no more people, the girl had obviously gone to another part of the castle, far away from them. At last they came to a stop in front of a wooden door, it was no larger than the many others they’d passed but as she faced it Cassia swore she could smell flowers.

“This leads to the courtyard,” Arthur explained but burying his nose in his elbow. “Hisssshhooooo, hiisshshsshoooo, hiiissssccchhhhooooooo.” “Bless you.”

“Sorry, I’ve been holding onto those for ages,” he sniffed.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Arthur had said that the outside doors were always unlocked, for emergencies, the King always wanted for his guards to be able to reach him wherever they were.

“Very worried this King of yours,” Cassia whispered.

“Well there is a band of rebels trying to kill him,” Arthur said and Cassia smiled trying not to laugh.

The courtyard was large and enclosed, lots of the castle’s room overlooked it meaning they were pretty much sitting ducks if anyone looked out of the wrong window.

“We’ve only got to get across and then down into the stables,” Arthur said, muffling a few coughs.

Yeah only Cassia thought as she tried to think of a way to get them across with the least possibility of being seen.

“We’re just going to have to be quick,” she said.

The courtyard had no real cover, it was all open apart from a large fountain in the centre.

“Okay,” Arthur muttered and took her hand again, squeezing it tightly and feeling her squeeze back in return.

The biggest problem with being quick was it wasn’t very easy as Cassia was half carrying an exhausted, feverish guard, so their quick was more like walking speed and it just wasn’t fast enough. First they saw movement in one of the windows above them, then a lamp was liten in the room, someone was awake.

“Please don’t look outside, please don’t,” Cassia mumbled.

Arthur’s nails were dug so hard into her hand she could feel the blood on her palm. She didn’t dare carry on, they couldn’t risk the movement catching someone’s eye. Cassia watching the shadow against the window, waiting for the light to go out and the person to return to bed but the shadow only grew larger and the curtain was pulled back; Cassia felt her heart sink to her stomach when she saw who it was, the King was stood there looking out at the courtyard and staring Cassia straight in the eye Then there was screaming, yelling as guards were called and Cassia pulling Arthur along with all her strength.

“We’ve got to move!” She yelled, if they were ever going to get out alive it was then or never.

She managed to get Arthur moving and somehow they were running, the fight or flight response to danger, she just hoped it would keep Arthur going for long enough.

They ran, all the way across the courtyard and down the pass toward the stables. The upside to the King’s need for protection meant that nearly all the guards were with him in his chambers and it would take them a few minutes to get down, Cassia hoped it would enough. They made it to the just outside the stables, Arthur was wheezing but Cassia forced herself not to think about his health, they had to get out before she could worry about that.

“Back door,” Arthur panted, pointing to the back of the building.

“Good thinking, come on.”

She grabbed his hand and they ran. The door was locked but she couldn’t be a master thief and not know how to unlock a few doors, it was open in seconds and inside they were met by rows of beautiful horses and one guard.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” he yelled.

Before Arthur could get his fevered mind to come up with a reply Cassia had her dagger out and was approaching him. He wanted to shout to her, to tell her not to kill him, not another one dead but his voice failed him. He could only watch as the guard, Winter Arthur thought his name was, Sebastian Winter tried to hurt her. He tried to attack her with his own dagger but she was faster, dodging every move like it was a routine she’d practised a hundred times. She managed to get behind him and Arthur wanted to close his eyes as not to see the life drain from the face of someone he once knew but she didn’t stab him, she hit him over the head with the hilt of her dagger and he fell to the floor, unconscious but not dead.

“Come on! We’re wasting time!” she yelled, going over to a horse.

“No!” he called, as loud as his shot voice could go. “Take this one, she’s faster.”

Cassia came over to the chestnut he was standing by, her face was pink from the fight and pieces of her red hair were stuck to his cheeks.

“She’s beautiful now let’s go.”

She helped him up onto the horse, his body was so tired and achey it was a struggle to do anything. He just managed to sit up on the horse when she was in front of him, putting his hands on her waist as she kicked off.

They were running again, well that’s what it felt like. The cool air was rushing against his face, his hair flying in the wind but he wasn’t doing anything, the horse was doing all the work and he was once again aware of how tired he was.

“Are we safe?” he asked.

“Nearly, try and sleep if you can, just don’t let go,” she said.

He leant his aching head against her back and closed his eyes, the truth was he didn’t think he’d ever be able to let her go, not then, not ever.

When Arthur woke everything was still, he was lying on back and there was something cool on his forehead. The first thing he was aware of was it no longer felt like there was an elephant on his chest and the throbbing in his head had receded to a dull ache, he tried to remember what had happened but everything was just a haze. He just about forced his tired eyes open, above him was a plain old ceiling but not one that was familiar to him.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

That voice, he knew that voice but tried to turn his head but she appeared above him, a small smile on her lips that just reached her green eyes, red hair flying around her and a soft hand on his cheek.

“Your fevers gone down but it’s not gone yet. You were so hot when we arrived I was worried you might actually catch fire,” she gave a light laugh.

The fog started to clear in his brain and he caught bits and pieces from the night before, the escape, the fight, the horse and Cassia.

“Where are we?” he asked, his voice still hoarse.

“Somewhere safe, we did it, we escaped.”

Arthur felt like a lifetimes of weight had been lifted, he was free. He reached out of her hand, taking it in his and squeezing it.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” she replied, running a hand through his hair.

Despite the fact he’d only just woken up he was falling asleep again, his body seeking rest to help fight off the illness.

“Go to sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up,” she said.

As he drifted off he couldn’t help thinking he wanted to wake up to her by his side forever. Cassia just smiled as he slept, her fingers still playing with his hair, she’d made it out alive but with a lot more than she’d intended. For the first time it felt like she might actually win, she had proved to the King that he was not as untouchable as he thought and not even his guards are all on his side. The rebellion was raising and the King would fall but she would no longer be doing it alone, she looked down at Arthur sleeping and lent down to kiss his forehead, no she was no longer alone

#Sickfic #sneeze #sneezefic #cough #fever #Princess #ocs #c&a #for some reason it doesn't want to let me put a keep reading thing in #oh well

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