#hellishly. happy. birthday

[demonichikikomori]

Flex

Sebek Zigvolt x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.9k+ Tags: MC is Checkin’ Out the Gun Show/Suggestive

Art by 〇 on Pixiv!

I am not against Sebek Zigvolt Propaganda… HOWEVER! I wish he would use his indoor voice a little more. He... His VA speaking normally is nice. I... Ahem... This was technically made as a birthday gift for the wonderful @ruggiethethuggie since the other gift is still... Unfinished... And I'm sorry... I will finish it one day... Please accept this for now my dahling and happy birthday hehe. I would've wrote some Rizzley content but... I don't feel confident yet wwwww. Anyway, have a Hellishly Happy Birthday! <3 <3 <3

SUMMARY:

You asked Sebek to flex for you. Why? Ace said if you could get a photo of him flexing before the end of the night, he would do all of your Animal Linguistics homework for a month! How hard could it be?

“Human, what are you attempting to ask of me?!” Sebek was already shouting. His brows furrowed and thick forearms flexed beneath his black blazer as his arms crossed over his chest. Thankfully you met with him outside near the gardens so his voice wasn’t echoing through the halls of Night Raven College. “I want to take pictures of you flexing.” You responded with feigned confidence in your voice, struggling to keep yourself from warbling or looking anywhere but his face. You never actually dreamed of asking Sebek such a thing. You also never planned to speak with him unless you had to. This was brought about as a dare from Ace Trappola. If you can get a picture of Sebek flexing for you, he would do ALL of your Animal Linguistics homework on your behalf for a straight month. It sounded easy when Ace offered up the proposal. Key word: Sounded. 

Sebek was staring down at you with a face full of suspicion, his lips curling with mild disgust. You could see how sharp his cuspids were. “Why are you asking me for such a thing?! Could it be you are searching for my weak points?! I won’t let you find them! I am Malleus’ impenetrable shield!” He roared and reached for his magical pen, causing you to take three nervous steps back with your hands held up in defense. “No! No! No it’s not like that! It’s nothing to do with Malleus!” You cried out as Sebek clutched the glowing pen in his grasp. His eyes narrowed angrily as you scrambled to find an excuse. “Then why would you want to get a photo of me exposed?” He snarled with venom in his tone. You could feel your face becoming warm from the way he phrased the question. “Don’t say it like that! Just know that I need to get a picture of you flexing!” You answered and he still looked unwilling to do anything with you or for you. “It’s for personal reasons!” Still nothing. “I want to try building muscle mass and I wanted a picture for inspiration!” You shouted, you were running out of ideas and you were even more embarrassed now. Your face was on fire and you honestly wished that the Earth would open beneath you and swallow you whole. If Ace was here, he would be laughing so hard his stomach would’ve burst. You couldn’t tell Sebek that Ace sent you, he would downright refuse if he knew the truth. Sebek hesitated before tucking his pen away, a stern look replaced the suspicion and his posture relaxed. “I see. Fear not, Human! For the sake of becoming stronger, I shall agree!” He shouted and you felt your muscles relax hearing him comply. “Under one circumstance!” Damn it. He crossed his arms over his chest with a confident smile, you could see his eyes glittering with joy. “I wish to see your resolve in exchange for my photo! You shall be exercising with me tonight!” He announced and you felt your jaw fall slack. He expects you to actually exercise with him? The most you’ve ever done was a few meek push-ups during P.E with Coach Vargas. He didn’t give you a chance to refuse as he laughed and walked off, leaving you alone in the courtyard to mentally prepare yourself for tonight.

*+=+*

You arrived late, closer to 11pm since you needed to put Grim to rest before you could sneak out. The atmosphere of Diasomnia was very intimidating, along with the students who stayed within the castle-like dorm. You had only made it a few steps past the heavy, gothic door before running into something. Something very solid. Thanks to this very solid object, it saved you from Lilia trying to offer you a snack or Malleus staring at you in total silence like a freak. You were still as Sebek looked down at you with a frown.

“Human, your eyes seem to fail you! Did you not see me in front of you?!” He shouted, but made no effort to move as you buried your face deeper into his chest. His uniform was absent. Sebek was dressed in a black compression shirt, and dark green sweatpants. The Diasomnia emblem was printed in white on his left thigh. “Sorry. I didn’t see you. Honest.” You spoke into his chest, relaxing against him as you silently admired how sturdy his body truly was. His toned abdomen, his thick pectoral muscles, his solid thighs, and even his large, strong hands now gripping you by the shoulders to shove you away. As he held you at an arm's length away, snapping angrily at you for your lack of awareness, you glanced down to see he was wearing a large pair of fluffy dragon slippers. Cartoonish and cute with tiny wings and a forked, felt, light pink tongue. They were a stark contrast to Sebek’s brash personality. 

“Enough dawdling! You are late, and the Diasomnia curfew had begun two hours prior to your arrival!” He huffed as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “I told you, I had to wait for Grim to go to sleep first.” You scoffed and walked towards the stairs with him angrily following behind you. He was scolding you the entire time for your ‘timeliness’ and ‘lack of dedication’. But you don’t recall telling Sebek you would be showing up early to work out with him. The two of you entered his room, and you had to be cautious to step over a small pile of books. He was silent, but you noticed he was suddenly flustered. “Stand over there!” He commanded, and you obeyed, taking a spot next to his dresser. 

You couldn’t help but smile as he began to tidy up his room. The books on the floor were cleared away, he hid a stack of papers into a notebook. He closed his closet filled with dark colored clothing, and he tucked his sword underneath his bed. Sebek’s cheeks were red, his face was scrunched into a scowl as he turned and pointed at you. “Now we may begin! Come! Show me your strength!” He commanded as you approached and stood before him, resisting the urge to smother your face in the valley of his broad chest. Sebek gripped your arms gently, giving them a soft squeeze before he observed your limbs one by one. He huffed as his calloused fingers slid across your skin, gliding along your forearm down to your nails. “Hm. Your health could be better, but we will make you a mountain of muscled perfection with plenty of training!” Sebek boasted with a gentle smack to your shoulders, causing you to flinch. You frowned at the idea of becoming nothing but pure muscle… Like a pro-wrestler?

“I will show you my basic exercises first, and because it is late, we will have you participate in our next meet!” He let you go before getting down to the floor. You sighed with relief, knowing you wouldn’t have to exert too much of your energy tonight. You’d need it for the long walk back to Ramshackle. “Human! Get on top of me!” He shouted, taking you by surprise as you looked down at him with your brows knit together.

He was in a push up position,.his head facing the floor as you nervously looked around. “Uhhh..?” You weren’t sure how to get on top of him. “Sit on me!” His voice was loud enough to rattle the walls and you were starting to feel flustered. “Okay, okay! Stop saying that!” You hoped that the walls were thick as you swung a leg over Sebek’s body, and slowly sat down on his lower back. Your feet were planted on the floor and you could see him slowly lowering himself to the ground, causing your legs to bend as you nervously looked towards the door. Now you were begging that everyone in the dorm was asleep. “Lift your legs, trust me to hold your weight on top of me!” He snapped, sounding agitated by your feet on the floor. “Oh my god- Sebek please talk quieter…” You whined as you lifted your legs and crossed them below his shoulder blades. He did not falter, instead, his push-ups began to quicken. 

You sucked in air with widened eyes as he continued the steady pace of his push ups. “You make an excellent addition of weight, Human! You are the perfect size for me to become stronger for the sake of Malleus!” He laughed as you could see sweat collecting at his temples. His usually slicked back hair was falling loose around his face. You didn’t think he would have such ease with a human sized weight on top of him. How heavy were the dumbbells he usually lifted?! “Your arms look far too weak to hold my weight! So, I will show you mercy tonight!” He barked with a soft grunt, lowering himself to the floor again with a laugh. You couldn’t fathom how the conversation sounded out of context. Here you are, showing up late at night to meet with Sebek, and he can’t handle using an inside voice. Saying all of these strange things so late at night, hopefully no one gets any strange ideas. You reached for your phone, pulling it from your pocket as you observed the time. You only had ten minutes to midnight.

“Sebek, we should take a quick break!” You suggested as his push ups showed no sign of slowing down. You were sure he had already done over 50 by now. “A break?! I have hardly broken a sweat!” He sounded annoyed with your request and you started to squirm on top of him. “I need that motivational photo of you, remember?!” You announced as he finally slowed to a stop. “That’s right! How could I have forgotten?!” Sebek allowed you to climb off of him, the both of you getting to your feet as your heart began to race. Sebek towered above you, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck as you lifted your phone with your face started to grow warm. 

He stood before you with a proud smile, and flexed his arm for you to behold. You quickly snapped the picture, only five minutes to midnight. You could see the thick muscular arm sporting a long vein in the photo, paired with Sebek’s very handsome and proud smile. You stared at the photo in shock, observing the outline of his chest through the tight shirt, his long sharp fangs, the crease in his eyebrows… Everything. 

His bicep suddenly flexed around your throat as he let out a hearty laugh. Your oxygen was being stolen away with each light squeeze and your face began to redden. But it wasn’t from the lack of air. “Human! We certainly must meet again for your training! With such weak arms, you’ll never become as strong as me! And a happy birthday to you. We will build your body so in the next year, we may fight properly!” He laughed as you groaned in response, your phone now dangling loosely in your fingers as you sent Ace the photo as your other hand tapped against his arm. You might pass out if he doesn’t let you go soon. But at least you won’t have to worry about homework for the next full month. 

Tagged Accounts: @ruggiethethuggie @cvlutos @candlewitch-cryptic @yandere-kou @epelorchard

[cheri-translates]

Sub-masterlist for kkxioashishi’s comics

putting them here to prevent my comic masterlist from malfunctioning :’>

💝 when they turn into cats

💝 little animals

💝 little angels vs devils

💝 tying their hair

💝 merry christmas

💝 when he suddenly turns small series

gavin l kiro l lucien l shaw l victor

💝 amusement park

💝 the men as idols

💝 touching the little animals

💝 when you turn into a cat series

gavin l kiro l lucien l shaw l victor

💝 happy 521

💝 parcel

💝 couple outfits

🎐 a bite of ice-cream

🎐 when you tie gavin’s tie

🎐 officer gavin and sparrows

🎐 attempting to sneak a kiss

🎐 injured

🎐 exchanging school uniforms

🎐 officer gavin bringing his daughter to work

🎐 acting coy

🎐 undercover gavin x spy mc

🎐 little wolf

🎐 trust fall

🎐 the bunny’s curse

🎐 want to taste my lip gloss?

🎐 cute emoji

🎐 happy birthday

🎐 gavin and playful cats

🎐 visiting him at work

🎐 an invitation

🎐 eating bitter gourd

🎐  ...tell her, “the merry-go-round is for girls.”

🎐 maid gavin

🎐 afternoon nap

🎐 when you notice that he’s been following you

🎐 return gift

🌟 paparazzi

🌟 helios and his daughter

🌟 invitation to sleep in

🌟 wrong name?

🌟 kiro’s day

🌟 when he’s asleep

🌟 amusement park

🌟 when the idol takes a break

🌟 treasure

🌟 “goodnight”

 🌟 🥺✨

🌟 maid kiro

🌟 unsuccessful

🦋 working overnight

🦋 professor lucien and his daughter

🦋 3 things professor lucien does before leaving home

🦋 visiting professor lucien

🦋 lucien plushie

🦋 regarding the new plushie...

🦋 new outfit

🦋 rollercoaster

🦋 maid lucien

🦋 huff

🦋 surveillance

🦋 coaxing them to sleep

🦈 watching a horror movie

🦈 happy qixi

🦈 the gift

🦈 new year’s sunrise

🦈 the danger of falling asleep

🦈 when you watch shaw’s performance in office wear

🦈 shaw and his son

🦈 drunk mc vs drunk shaw

🦈 schoolmates au

🦈 when he’s asleep

🦈 hellishly spicy hotpot

🦈 a typical weekend

🦈 happy birthday

🦈 belly fat

🦈 almost halloween

🦈 shaw’s assistance

🦈 a kiss which tastes like cola

🦈 rip...

🦈 bringing the little one out

🦈 shaw’s comfort

🌹 drunk(?) ceo

🌹 naked in front of your boyfriend

🌹 happy birthday 🎂

🌹 apron

🌹 when you’re drunk

🌹 bigger

🌹 not up to standard

🌹happy april fool’s

🌹 cat

🌹public transport

🌹 watching a movie

🌹 washing pudding

🌹 pudding

🌹 hungry

[itryandfeelthesunshine]

Friday, August 26th, 2022;

Today, August 26, 2022, it’s been exactly 22 years that my obsession for Guns N' Roses lives in me. A passion that will always be present in my life, in my heart and my soul. 👩🏻‍🎤

I was a GN'R fan since the day I was born, literally. 🎂

And it's today.

I just turned twenty-two. 🎉

Birthday is a strange time.

Feeling old.

It's terrifyingly satisfying being 22 years old.

Am I glad to celebrate this birthday and being alive?

Absolutely not.

My life is hell.

But I'm not giving in.

And this is just the beginning.

It will only get weirder.

I feel like a 150-year-old trapped in the body of a 22-year-old.

I've always had an "old soul". Hence my passion for history, past, "old, good rock music" and long-gone epochs. 🕰️

Exactly a year ago, on my 21st birthday, I wrote a poem about myself that begins with the words:

"Today I am 21 years old.

I have white bed sheets, black pyjama with skulls pattern,

a picture of Axl, hanging over the desk

and on the hanger my favorite black coat.

And chaos in my head".

(...)

I like this poem.

It's strange.

Just like me.

And that's beautiful. ✨

The poem is quite long and briefly describes my over twenty years of life, but this beginning still fits me. Nothing has changed, except for the coat, which is currently not hanging on the hanger.

Now, as I write these words, I stare at that particular Axl's photo hanging above my desk and smile. It's amazing how someone, seemingly completely alien and at the same time close to our heart, can influence us. ❤️

Most of the things described in my last year's birthday poem are still relevant, e.g. I still love wearing leather pants and jackets, my favorite ice cream flavour is mint, I am full of contradictions, I love cats, I plan everything, I live the memories and the past, I hate surprises, I love the night, I read a lot, rock music runs through my veins, "Don't Cry" is a song of my life, music gives me strength, I'm obsessed with Guns N' Roses, I start reading every book from the last page, I have a principle that if I don't do something myself, nobody will do it right, I'm weird, I celebrate the birthday of people who are long dead, I don't drink coffee, Axl Rose is my first, platonic love, "Shawshank Redemption" is my favorite movie and I'm writing a diary.

I will be born exactly 10:40 AM in the morning. I will come to this strange world on a hellishly hot Saturday, August 26th, 2000 to be exact.

Then my adventure will begin.

Will it be good?

Must be. ❤️

I hope that your birthday, whenever it falls - has been, is and will be a time spent in an atmosphere of joy and happiness. 🎈

Happy birthday to me and everyone else! 🎉

M.🌹

#22

#BIRTHDAY

PS. I wonder is there anyone (except me) who has read this to the end? 😂

[kuratm]

@kurotm asked: ❛ It's your birthday, right? ❜ he was a man of words, but the way he came up to the goth out of nowhere was creepy. nevertheless, he was one of the few people close to her on the astral express, other than his sister. that being said, he enjoyed her company and he wanted to do something special. ❛ Maybe we can ... hang out at the Xianfou ... together ... alone? ❜

sayu was minding her business, adjusting loose strings on her trusty guitar. with being so focused on the task at hand, it's natural she'd be cut off from the galaxy and it's people. this was an usual habit of hers, one which other crew members of the express came to grow accustomed to - she wasn't intentionally ignoring everyone, of course, but if there was one thing you'd learn about the girl gowned in black, it's that she was hellishly stubborn as well as painfully modest...so much so she almost forgotten what day it was today.

that being said, imagine the shockwave sent down her body when a voice echoed from behind as she quickly turned to find kioshi. at first, sayu was confused but as he drawled the suggestion under breath, it quickly turns to bashfulness. hanging out at the xianzhou luofu by themselves...? what would they even do? after pondering for a second, the girl smiles softly as she gets up from seat and sets said guitar to the side. ❛ well...i don't see why not. i'd love to spend more time with you...besides, there's so much about the xianzhou i want to explore... ❜ she pauses to look back at kioshi, head tilting as her smile turns a tad more elusive. ❛ did you have something in mind, mister 'comes out of nowhere'? o-oh, perhaps we can look for stores which sell spare parts for musical instruments...! ❜ already, sayu had a different agenda in mind...

happy belated birthday, sayu! (sept. 15th) ... not accepting!

[ivelostmyspectacles]

DAY 7 (10/25): Birthday! ★ Free choice!

→Happy birthday to our ray of sunshine!! 🎂📷🌞

[vampkaashis-wife]

Birthday series m.list - another Taylor Swift song fic for you <3

6. “Keiji,” you nudge him. It takes him a moment to look up, since he’s absorbed in his novel and absently tapping at your legs stretched across his lap. When he finally looks up, you ask, “What are we doing about the Christmas lights?”

He glances at the mentioned items – string lights tossed from corner to corner of the living room, snowflakes plastered on the window, a little Santa figurine next to the TV.

“What about them?”

“It’s mid-January.”

“Christmas lights can stay up in January. It’s not like there’s a rule against it. ‘Sides. It’s cozy.” And then he’s back in his book, adjusting the way you’re both sitting and making sure you’re comfortable before leaving you be.

As blue as the sky is on a crisp (and hellishly cold) January afternoon, Akaashi is a mystery. You’ve been with him, god, like, three years now. Often, it feels like you know everything about him, then he’ll surprise you with something new like his sudden and unprompted interest in Korean game shows. All at once, you’ll be confronted with the fact that you’ve known him forever and barely any time at all.

But the time is not really the question here. The question is how you got so lucky to be with a man who knows that birthdays are meant to be spent on the couch with your lover, candles lit on the table and a comfortable blanket on you. He reads, as he does, occasionally glancing at the nature documentary you put on for both educational and background noise purposes.

A man who knows that grocery store cake slices are just as good as large, full cakes bought from bakeries but require less fridge space. A man who takes you out for breakfast, takes you home for the rest of the day.

Like he knows exactly what’s happening in your head, he starts to sing under his breath, ignoring the dramatic music of the predatory dolphin chase on the TV:

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Placing his bookmark appropriately, he puts the book down and reaches for your hand. You give it to him, because what else do you do when the voice of an angel is singing at you in the candlelight?

He kisses the back of your hand, ashy and dry as it is.

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

You expect him to continue, but he doesn’t, cocking an eyebrow at you. You know why he does it; you know what line comes next and why he wants the role reversal for this specific line. So you sing back, slightly off-key:

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

He takes the song back then, singing softly but proudly:

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever…

“Happy birthday, love,” he says for the twenty second time today. One for each year of your life up to this point. You’re not counting, personally, but he has a set of tally marks on his wrist under sweater sleeve, just to be sure.

With a hand on your cheek, he looks between your two eyes with his own. His blue eyes flicker to your lips. Back to your eyes. And then his lips are on yours and it feels exactly like the one he gave you for Christmas, like your New Year’s kiss, like every other kiss. Full of life and full of him.

And honestly? This is the best birthday gift, third year running. Everyone probably wants an Akaashi Keiji, but you’re the only one who gets to have him like this.

If that isn’t a wondrous gift, what is?

Bonus: my selfship art bc this is the one that will be released closest to my actual birthday and I need the self gratification lmao

[balvana]

Kiss My Bass 😘🍑🔥

First of all - Happy Birthday Marco! 😎🎂 Secondly - Buckle up fam 🤣 This artwork comes with a really dumb origin story 🙈👌 (and a comic strip!! 👇👇👇👇) . So I was chatting with my friend Sarkafish a while ago about stupid ads we get on our phones. And somewhere along the way she sent me these absolutely ridiculous ripped/cutout denim shorts 🤣🤣

We were just happily losing our shit over who makes designs like these and who would actually wear these out in all seriousness. And somehow we ended up agreeing ~ Yep.. Marco 🤣 Hell yes! He would absolutely wear this kind of stupid shit! 🤪👌🙈🔥 Maybe it was a joke Bday gift or something or for a concert or similar 🤣🤣 And from there on this whole conversation just went downhill very rapidly 🙃🤪We were still discussing how uncomfortable and unpractical these pants must be (including some rather ridiculous possible consequences) when all of a sudden the most hellishly stupid idea was born!!! 🤣😬😳🙈 . Yeah.. long story short.. I now have a drawing.. and a comic strip 😬 A very very dumb comic strip 🤪🤣🔥 . Enjoy 🔥🍑💖

[i-bring-crack]

Greetings temporarily sane mortals who wish to escape reality.

I have an AU idea. Well, its more of a what if to another what if... bc i wrote this before--

"Kotoha jumped off the fucking cliff before Douma could even see where she went" AU.

-Since douma had been playing around with her like some twisted hide and seek game, while Kotoha was too wrapped up in fear to notice the cliff in front of her(she was looking behind her).

-So she coldly passed out after hitting her head on a rock, (big ouch) and is carried by the river instead.

-Douma doesn't find them and didn't even think about the jump off the river so he goes back to the paradise cult.

-Morning comes and Kotoha has survived with Inosuke on his arms.

-She is pretty much defenseless considering her wound and the fact that she jumped to a waterfall.  But not to worry as she found a cave in the woods, that had a boar family in it.

-At first she's scared but then the boar doesn't act hostile when she walks in(she's not the smartest tool in the shed we've all known that) the cave so she simply sets herself and Inosuke to rest on the other side of the boars.

-While she recovers, Inosuke began to grow fond of the baby boars and then after a month, the mama boar too.

-Half a year has passed and Kotoha has come to naturally love the forest as well as all of the animals, as if she was meant to be here.

-But that happiness gets destroyed as a demon appears on the woods, and then another, and another, and kotoha can't deal with living in the same fear she did whilst running away from douma.

-So she tries to run away from the forest with the boars first. But the boars don't want to leave.

-Kotoha with no other choice and only wishing to protect Inosuke, goes back to the city.

-But her mind dreads and she is one day found by the cult members who wishes to take her back to Douma.

-She and Inosuke instantly run away from the village, going back to the forest instead, keeping her conflicted as to what she could do.

-After a long week of thinking and going back to the cave, she finds the mother boar killed by what seemed to be a wild animal. All whilst taking care of the kids behind her.

-From then on she realizes, or she tells herself what her job is to do as a mother. Protect her children until death.

-So Kotoha begins to train, from learning the demon's weaknesses, to getting herself stronger, to laying out demon traps and even gathering survival skills(that last one came with a cost of poison and diarrhea sometimes, on the bright side, she got poison immunity.)

-Anyways on Inosuke’s 3rd birthday (She's like 21-22 at this point) she has already taken down enough demons on the mountain to be considered a slayer and be found by Kagaya(11 at this point), who has noticed her skills and set her to a cultivator.

-Kotoha takes a year to learn from said cultivator about breaths(she was already strong after training for more than a year, all she needed to get was to practice the sword).

-Another year passes by and she luckily meets a lower moon(6).

-That same year at 24, she is branded with the Wind Hashira title.

Bonus: For light hearted- ness

-When Kotoha went to the final selection, she found that all of the soon to be slayers were below her age, and most of them, kids. So her mother instincs kicked in automatically, pulling all of them to safety when they had almost died while she hunted all of the demon's, including none other than the hand demon.

-Kotoha became a hashira at the same time with Gyomei, though she had more experience than the ladder even though he had more strenght, which was great since the two could learn from each other while sparring.

-Kotoha wears the mother boar's head, and takes care of her boar babies too.

-In canon, Kotoha was said to be a great singer, so in this fic she is hellishly good at imitating both human noises and animal ones that it helps her confuse the demons. Also she like to sing lullabies.

-Kotoha is very cold towards others who aren't children, especially when it come to men, she will naturally distrust them, but after a while (and by while I mean 5+ years of knowing each other) she will come to somewhat trust them, though she is still only going to be nice to children, the closer they are Inosuke’s age, the more friendlier she will be towards them.

-Also Kotoha likes to adopt, especially those whose families had been killed by demons. By 27 she already had Zenitsu and Kanao, Genya (prob the tokito twins too) under her wing.

-She might have taken other hashiras under her wing too.

-The first tsuguko of hers being Makomo who she saved in the final selection.

-After that Makomo trained her two tsuguko's Sabito and Giyuu.

-Kotoha's second tsuguko was Masachika who was trained severely until he almost died(poor boy), and then Sanemi(who was trained twice as hard) who she went on to be very fond of considering his rough childhood being almost the same as hers, and because she was already taking care of Genya to know he had a rough life.

-After Masachika and Sanemi received the title of Hashiras, Kotoha had more free time to spent with her other children.

-Which literally made almost no difference since she always took her kids on missions (kept them in ins when she was out fighting. demons, and after she became a hashira, she just had others like her tsugukos or the kakushi take care of them.)

-This was an advantage to those who trained under her (tokitos and Inosuke) so they could gain experience by watching.

-She did her job as a mother until the very end like the boar mom.

[chuunicalesimp]

("By the way, when is Captain's birthday?")

That prompted Kim Dokja to reply.

(Ah, I found it. It was over here. Third of August.)

Right. He was born in the summer. A hellishly hot and humid summer, when horrible storms were lashing out.

He could remember everything so vividly now.

His birthday that no one celebrated or congratulated him for

. All those anniversaries that lost their meanings as he went through 1864 lifetimes.

AHAHAHAHAH PAIN PAIN

3rd august, 2021.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OUR PRECIOUS AND FRAGILE SUNFISH

[demonichikikomori]

Happy birthday, Ruggie Bucchi! Thank you for being born so I could have the chance to meet you. Ahhhhh I’ll take pictures of him to post later when the sun comes up some more. He’s seriously such a sweetie.

[genork-the-fandork]

This is the last prompt I got from @burnthoneymint as part of SanjiFest 2021! 

Word Count: 719

Prompt: "Were you listening?"

Pairing: Sanji x F!Reader (Second Person POV)

A/N: Obviously this is hellishly late, but I still wanted to (belatedly) celebrate Sanji’s birthday, so here we are, embarrassing Reader once again but also giving back to our favorite cook <3 [I feel I must warn you all against impending sappiness--OOPS I WENT INTO SIMP MODE]

You slowly peeked into the kitchen and glanced around. It was just before the crack of dawn, but you could never be too sure if anyone (*cough* Luffy *cough cough*) would be around, rummaging for food. But it seemed that you’d timed this perfectly.

Still, you couldn’t help but tiptoe into the kitchen, sidling up to the pantry to fetch the ingredients for what you hoped would be a delicious birthday cake. It had been a while since you’d had to find your way around a kitchen, considering Sanji was in charge of everything food-related around here, but because the aforementioned cook kept everything nice and tidy, you had no trouble. Thank goodness you didn’t have any sort of bad luck that caused everything to burst into flames… or so you hoped.

As you measured out ingredients and did all the preparations, you started humming. You weren’t sure where the song was from, only that it was suddenly stuck in your head the more you thought about it. Before you knew it, you were dancing around the kitchen, twirling and shaking your booty (because it was one of those songs) as you were suddenly singing the song—not at the top of your lungs, but loud enough to ring through the kitchen.

It was about the fourth spin you’d done before you realized you had an audience.

Snapping your mouth shut, you managed to freeze perfectly in place as you stared at Sanji, leaning against the doorway with a slight grin on his lips.

There was no other way to start a conversation in this situation other than: “Were you listening?”

“And watching,” he teased. “If I’d known you could dance, (Name)-chan, I would’ve asked you to dance with me a long time ago.”

“That was not dancing,” you protested, hiding the spatula and wooden spoon behind your back.

Obviously, he noticed. “What are you doing in here?” he asked, sauntering into the room and inspecting the bowl full of batter you’d been dancing with moments before.

“N-nothing,” you squeaked, hating the way your voice went up at least two octaves. Get yourself together!

Sanji chuckled, clearly not buying it, and removed his cigarette to tap it above the sink. “Then what are you not doing in here?”

“Making a birthday cake for you,” you mumbled, your shoulders slumping. There went your grand surprise. Were you ever going to catch a break around here?

Still, the sheer delight and surprise that appeared on his face made it all worth it. It was hard to describe the way Sanji’s eyes lit up at the thought of you making him a birthday cake, but you could tell by his expression that, were you not holding two baking utensils covered in batter, he would’ve attempted to hug you. And, honestly? You would’ve let him.

“Um… would you like to help?” you murmured, not really wanting him to leave, even after he witnessed you making a fool of yourself.

The cook plucked the spatula out of your hand. “I would love to.” Turning to the batter, he said, “And to start, we need to finish mixing this.”

With his help, you managed to finish the cake, and it didn’t turn out half bad, though you would tell the crew later that that was all because of Sanji. He had the magic touch, after all, and, well… you’d spent most of your alone baking time dancing and singing to the song you still couldn’t name. Who knew what chaos you could’ve wrought during that time?

However, you were the one who wrote Happy Birthday, Sanji! in bubbly letters and presented the first slice of cake to the birthday boy (much to Luffy’s dismay). And you were the one whose heart nearly burst when you saw how he smiled when he took the first bite.

And you were the one, who, when you told him “Happy birthday”, was pulled into his arms by way of thanks. You could hear his heart pounding as well as yours, and you hoped he wouldn’t let you go for at least a little while, lest you suddenly lose the ability to stand.

Thankfully, he kept you there for a good long while, and even though it wasn’t your birthday, you thought that embrace was the greatest gift of all.

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(Okay I know I’m hellishly late but-)

Happy belated Moomins’ day!!!

And a very late happy birthday to both moomintroll and his creator, Tove Jansson.

Shhhh, I head canon snufkin gave the bark boat to moomin X)

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A Bride for the Prince - 18

A03 ~ < Previous  ~  Next > 

He was an idiot. A stupid, arrogant, heartless fool! Marinette, probably, hated him now and he deserved it all. How could he be so naïve and careless as to think that he could change a centuries-old tradition when he couldn’t even control his own life? 

Pathetic. 

Because there was never a chance he’d be allowed to marry Marinette, and Adrien should’ve known that. He should’ve never hoped. He should’ve never promised her something that wasn’t in his power to fulfill. But most of all, he should’ve been the one to pay the price for his stupidity. 

Instead, it was Marinette. It was her whose heart he’d just shattered into a million pieces. It was her whose tears and agony still echoed in his soul as he slid down on the floor beside his bed, curled in on himself, holding his head in his arms. 

What had just happened? 

A pitiful groan slipped Adrien’s lips. How could he live with himself after what he’d done? How could he ever forgive himself for hurting an innocent girl whose only fault was to fall in love with him? And it didn’t matter that his own heart was trampled on and stabbed and left bleeding at the side of a road. The guilt of betraying the trust of the one who loved him weighed more heavily on him than any heartbreak of his own ever could.

Damn it!

Adrien gripped his fists tighter, his nails sharply digging into his flesh. Even losing his mother, the most agonizing event of his life so far, hadn’t hurt this much. Yet, he had no choice. If he wanted Marinette safe, if he wanted her home with her friends and family, if he wanted her alive and well, he had to let her go. 

No matter how much he didn’t want to. 

Despite how much it hurt. 

Even if it broke them both. 

Her well-being was of utmost importance. Adrien couldn’t lose another loved one, and if he’d try anything else for their marriage to happen, that could just be the case. He knew his father. He couldn’t risk it. Not with Marinette on the line. 

He only hoped she’d understand one day. Because heartbreak, no matter how hellishly painful now, would fade and heal eventually. She’d find happiness with someone else who’d cherish and love her and who would make her happy the way Adrien wished he could. He dared not to wish for her forgiveness. If only she’d forget him like a bad dream. That would be enough. For him, knowing she was alive and safe would be enough. 

Didn’t mean it hadn’t absolutely devastated him. 

His body aching, gripped by the pain, Adrien slowly got up and crawled on his bed, lying fully dressed on the top of his sheets. He closed his eyes, fully succumbing to his misery. 

He should’ve listened to Nino and stayed away. Why couldn’t he keep his distance? Why did he have to rush and tell her he loved her? To kiss her and worship her? It would’ve been easier if he’d never touched her or knew she loved him back. How was he supposed to forget her now? Her scent? The softness of her skin? Her lips? Those adorable, sweet noises that slipped her mouth as he’d held her in his arms, kissing and caressing her breathless. How was he supposed to suppress that fire she’d ignited in him?

Impossible. Not for him. Never. 

He’d created his own hell because, for Adrien, the memories of Marinette, knowing what it felt like to be with her and realizing he’d never have that again would be the worst punishment of all. 

And that was why from now on, he would blindly follow Nino’s advice. Heck, Nino could even choose a bride for him tomorrow because Adrien couldn’t care less. It wouldn’t be Marinette. That was all that mattered.

Gripping at his chest, he let the tears flow. The time stood still, a silent witness to his sorrow, and for hours that felt like an eternity, Adrien shifted and turned, got up and lay back down, unable to neither settle nor make it easier. There was no rest for him tonight. He didn't complain; he didn’t deserve any. When the crow announced the sunrise, Adrien shivered, pangs of pain crawling through his skin. The day was here. He was twenty, and he would be engaged by the time the sun goes down. 

Numb to the point of apathy, Adrien blankly stared in front of himself. The sunrays sneaked into the windows and glided across his face, warming up his skin. Adrien turned away. Tears ceased a long time ago. He didn't have any left, or so he’d thought because when about an hour later, someone knocked on his door, his eyes moistened again.

He didn’t want to do this.

He wanted Marinette.

The knock repeated.

Pathetic groan escaped his lips. He couldn’t have her, and he had to do this if he’d wanted to ensure her safety.

So, Adrien got up, splashed some cold water on his face and opened the door.

“Mme Bustier?" His heart sped up, knowing the reason his late mother’s maid was at his door first thing in the morning. With everything that was going on, he’d almost forgotten. He did forget. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” The older lady reached forward to gently touch his cheek the way his mother used to when he was hurt or upset. “What happened?”

He closed his eyes, bowing his head as he leaned into the touch. “Rough night. Nothing unusual. Please, come in.”

The older lady looked at him with motherly concern, stepping into his room. She wasn’t his parent, but Caline Bustier cared about Adrien, perhaps more than his own father did. She was the one who’d helped him through the hard times when his mother passed away, and she was the one who still regularly visited him years after her retirement. Adrien appreciated that and always gave her as much of his time and attention as he could. On his birthdays, however, he awaited her visits with a special fervour because, on those days, Mme Bustier always delivered a very special present for him. 

“Your father’s giving you grief?”

Silently, Adrien turned to look sideways. There was no need to reply.

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

He shook his head. “It’s not just him. I messed up, as well. Royally .”

Mme Bustier sighed. “So, I assume the rumours are true?” 

“What rumours?”

“That one of the girls is a commoner and you’re in love with her.”

His lips slightly ajar, Adrien stared at her for a good while before whispering, “How—How do you know? I thought no one knew.”

Mme Bustier sadly smiled. “Don’t underestimate the local gossip. Those girls know everything and everyone. I overheard enough to put the pieces together delivering a letter to your father.”

Adrien frowned. “I didn’t know he gets letters on my birthdays as well.”

“Usually, he doesn’t. Both of you get your letters on your respective birthdays. However, today, I had one for him as well, and I decided to deliver that one first.”

After a moment’s pause, Adrien motioned to a chair for Mme Bustier to sit down before dropping into the neighbouring one himself. “Do you remember Marinette from DuPont?”

“Your friend? The baker’s daughter?”

“Yes. She’s here under the name of Lady Bug.”

Mme Bustier quirked an eyebrow. “That’s… interesting. But then, I’m not surprised you’re in love with her. You more than liked her even back then.”

Adrien let his head fall into his hands, prompted on his knees. “I tried to reason with him, but Father forbade me even thinking about her. He went as far as threatening to imprison or exile Marinette if I won’t marry someone noble.”

“An exile?” Mme Bustier gulped. “He’s going overboard. How can he even justify an exile?”

“Apparently because we know each other, she could’ve been hired by someone to spy on me or control me or whatever else nonsense he came up with.”

“Marinette isn’t like that. She was always very sweet and sincere and kind,” Mme Bustier frowned. “I do, however, wonder, how and why is she here? And pretending to be Lady Bug, nonetheless.”

“The day real Lady Bug was supposed to depart for the castle, she eloped with her fiancé and sent Marinette here in her place. And you know, Marinette,” he sadly chuckled. “She’ll do anything for a friend. Even something crazy like this.” 

Mme Bustier fell silent for a moment. “Does Marinette know who you are?”

Adrien nodded. “She does now, but until a few hours ago, she thought I was a simple guard, a maid’s son.”

“And is there the slightest possibility your father might be right? I know we remember her as a sweet, innocent child, but, Adrien, a lot of time has passed. We don’t know how she grew up and, in your situation, you can never be too careful.”

Adrien closed his eyes, his chest tightening. “If you’d only seen her reaction when I told her who I really was, you’d know it wasn’t fake. Or if you’d seen how she behaved before that, you’d know she’s still just as innocent as ever. She spent time with me only when I was the guard. The prince was barely able to keep her anywhere near himself, and when she had to remain close, she was quiet and shy, nothing like the real her. So, no, I don’t think Marinette came here to make the prince fall in love with her, and even if that would’ve been her intention, don’t you think her commoner’s origins would’ve been discovered sooner than we could’ve tied the knot? She’s smart. She would’ve known it’ll never work.”

“That makes sense. Have you told your father this?”

Adrien let out a bitter puff. “He wouldn’t listen because the ‘commoner’ part is an instant deal-breaker for him, despite even the law not forbidding me to marry outside of my class. Can you believe it, Mme Bustier? Despite what I’ve been taught all my life, there are actually no legal restrictions at all.”

“And does your father know that?”

“He does, but that doesn’t matter to him because apart from the law, there are traditions , and he isn’t going to break them or let me do that.”

Mme Bustier sighed, taking a moment to think about something. “Does she love you, Adrien? You as a person, not your stature.”

Despite his heartache, Adrien couldn’t keep a bittersweet smile off his face because Marinette’s love was the biggest present he didn’t deserve. “She does. Well, she did because she might hate me now, but yesterday we confessed our feelings, and she agreed to marry me when I was just a guard in her eyes.”

Mme Bustier’s eyes widened. “You’ve proposed to her?”

“Yes.” His voice cracked. “But I also broke it off already after Father found out the truth about her.”

She reached forward to lay her hand on Adrien’s. “Then you can’t give up, Adrien. Your mother raised you to be a man who always keeps his word, so if you’d promised that girl to marry her, you can’t give up. If you love her, if you truly believe that she’s the one for you, then fight for her.” 

“I wish I could,” Adrien cried. “But what else can I do? I tried what I thought would work for certain, but it backfired badly. And now, if I disobey his orders, Father will either imprison or exile Marinette, and I promised to protect her. If I try again, I’ll only make it worse and lose even what deal I was given.” He shook his head. “No. I can’t do that to her. Heartbreak will heal; she'll move on and will find someone to love instead of me, but there is no guarantee she'd survive imprisonment or an exile. I can’t put her in any more danger than she’s already in.”

“What about you?” Mme Bustier asked, watching him intently. “Do you think you’ll be able to move on? Will you be able to forget and find someone else to love? You're too much like your parents, Adrien, and both of them had a place for only one person in their hearts. There is a reason your father never remarried, and that's not because there’s a lack of willing and eligible candidates for the Queen's title.”

Adrien looked away. “I'll have to deal somehow. I always knew I was going to marry for the kingdom, not for myself.”

“But you went through so much trouble to find someone you’ll love. You can’t give up now. Adrien, I’ve seen you grow up. I know you. You’ll never forgive yourself if you give up now because all of those What Ifs will drive you crazy and will make miserable for the rest of your life. And that isn’t fair to either you or Marinette or whatever girl you’ll choose instead of her, so think. There has to be something you can still do.”

Adrien shook his head. “I’ve tried everything I could think of. I can threaten to abdicate, but I’m sure I don’t have to explain how this can backfire even worse than it already has. I’d rather not risk Marinette’s safety any more.”

They both fell quiet for a moment, sounds of lively chatter and excitement starting to leak from the outside. People were starting to get ready for the big day. Adrien wanted nothing more than to vanish. Anything, but choosing someone he couldn’t care less about to be his wife and seeing Marinette, his best friend, the woman he loved, heartbroken in the crowd and not beside him.

“Adrien.” Mme Bustier intruded into his train of thought. “Do you remember how your father used to be much kinder and happier when your mother was still alive?”

“Yes. He was a different man then.”

“And do you know why that is?”

Adrien shrugged his shoulders. “Because he had Mother. He changed after she passed away”

“Right. But did you know that he used to be just like he’s now before he met her?”

Adrien frowned. “What do you mean?”

"In his youth, your father was always just as cold and distant as he’s now. I don’t know how, but your mother was able to see that deep inside there was something good in him, and somehow, she was able to bring it out. He was a changed man because of her, and even though he shoved that good part of him back on the burner after her passing, it’s still there. Don’t give up, Adrien, find what your mother saw in him and bring it out. That’s your only chance.”

Adrien fought back tears as he whispered, his whole body trembling with desperation. “ How? I’m not my mother. I don’t know how to do what she did.”

“No, you aren’t Emilie,” Mme Bustier said, reaching to hold his hand. “But there is a part of her in you, and you might not use the same technique as she did, but you’ll be able to find a way to that better, understanding, loving part of him. You know it’s there. You’ve seen it. Now, use what you know about him and drag it out. For your Princess’ sake.”

Adrien stared at Mme Bustier with wide eyes. Wasn’t it a little bit too late for that? If he could, he’d do anything to change his father’s mind, but…

Wasn’t it over?

Marinette’s words came to mind. The ones she’d begged him to pass along to the Prince at the very start as he was teaching her to dance in the Crystal Ballroom. The ones he needed to remember now.

It isn’t over until it’s over.

But despite how it looked… was it really not over?

True, he was still single and no bride was chosen yet, but he knew his father. Once Gabriel made up his mind, there was no going back. There was no point in continuing to fight unless Adrien wanted to make everything way worse than it already was. His shoulders slumped. He shouldn’t repeat his own mistakes. He shouldn’t search for hope where there was none. 

Mme Bustier stood up and, taking a letter out of her purse, offered it to Adrien. “Happy Birthday, Adrien. May all of your wishes come true.”

“Thank you, Mme Bustier.” He took the letter with a shaking hand, opening it only after his late mother’s friend had left. A simple letter, a precious gift his mother left him before her departure. She’d written one for him and his father for the next fifty years after her passing. She’d entrusted them to Mme Bustier, her maid and closest friend. Since then every year, the woman had been visiting them on their birthdays, delivering a priceless gift they both eagerly awaited. This year, Adrien hoped his letter would be a little more special than usual because today he needed his mother to be by his side as never before. He needed that courage and strength she’d always inspired in him, and he was running out of time, so without further delay, Adrien read. 

 My dearest son,

Happy birthday! Oh, how I wish I could’ve been there for you today, to hug you, and kiss you, and bless you on this very special day. But since I can’t do any of that, I just wanted you to know that I’m so proud of you, Adrien. I know you grew up to be an amazing man, and I love you, my child. More than any words could ever express. More than I could write in a thousand letters. I do hope you can feel at least a part of my love for you through these pages. 

I thought about what to wish you on this special day, but I’m certain that you have no need for the riches, beauty, strength, and such. You already have it all. You always did. That’s why I wanted to wish you something else, my son. I want you to have something more important and precious than all the riches of this world, something that will nourish and support and keep you going your whole life. I wish for you to find love: to fall in love with someone, be loved by them, and be with that person for eternity. Love is what really matters in this world. Nothing else can compare. Believe me, I’ve had it all and love overshadows everything.

Now, if I know your father well enough, he’ll follow that obnoxious tradition and you’ll be forced to choose a bride today. If that’s the case, I hope you had enough time to spend with your potential brides to see who they are not only on the outside but where it really matters: inside, their characters, their souls. I’m sure all of them would be beautiful girls, but, Adrien, choose the one with whom you can be yourself. Choose the one who would love you at your worst. Choose the one who will stay by your side even if you were a beggar. 

Do you remember that girl from DuPont? Marinette, the baker’s daughter? I’m sure you do; she was your first love even if you were a little oblivious to that yourself. It makes me smile even now as I lay in my bed, unable to get up anymore: you were so adorable, transforming into an awestruck puppy as soon as you’d see that girl. Try to remember, Adrien. Do you recall how much fun you had together despite your social rank differences? Can you recollect how happy you were then? How much you laughed? How much you enjoyed to just be together with her, be it a wild adventure in the fields or a silent star-gazing on a random rooftop? Do you remember how sweet and calm your dreams were, or how early you’d wake up in hopes of sneaking out and meeting her as soon as possible? I’m sure you remember. 

Choose a girl that will make you feel the same. You’ll have to spend your whole life with that person. Don’t rely on beauty or smarts. Etiquette means nothing; it can be taught. The way a girl makes you feel is most important. Choose a bride, listening to your heart. Marry for love, my son. That’s the only thing I wish for you on this special day with all my heart and all my soul and all the strength I still have.

Now, I know your Father might give you grief about your desires since you’re a prince and have responsibilities and whatnot, but please, don’t judge him too harshly. He’s had a hard life and a harsh upbringing, and he needs your love and support as much as you need his. But just in case, know that just today, he promised me that he will allow you to marry for love. He swore he’d let you experience what we had, and if there is one thing your father never breaks, it’s his promises. He takes too much pride in his honour and his reputation, so if he’ll oppose your choice, remind him of his promise to me. 

I love you, Adrien. I wish you all the happiness in the world, and I’m so sorry I can’t be there for you today but know that my heart and my love is always with you. 

Love,

Mom.

***

“You promised!” Adrien yelled, rapidly nearing his father’s desk. “You promised mother you would let me marry for love.” He put his mother’s letter in front of Gabriel. “You can’t break your promises!”

Gaping, Gabriel stared at his son in shock. Never before had Adrien simply burst into his father’s study without either being invited or requesting to be admitted. By the way Gabriel’s lips pressed together and his finger grabbed at his own letter laying in front of him, Adrien suspected he didn’t have to explain what promise he was talking about.

“My promise didn’t include the ‘commoner’ part. And it certainly didn’t have a 'criminal’ notion in it.”

“She isn’t a criminal! How can you not see it, Father? You liked her. You were so impressed with her, you said she had what it took to be a queen. Does her social rank matter so much you’ll throw away your own, unbiased judgement?”

Gabriel stood up to look Adrien in the eyes. “She infiltrated the castle and impersonated a noble lady to get to you. How can you not see that? She isa criminal, and you are not marrying her!”

Adrien threw his hands up. “She was helping out a friend who wanted nothing to do with this ridiculous tradition! She wasn't trying to get to anyone!"

“Then why did she sneak around with you at night if not to seduce you and force you to marry her?” 

“She thought I was a guard! We have been friends since we were kids and she had always thought I was a maid’s son. Why couldn’t she spend time with her commoner friend?”

“At night?”

“Both of us were busy during the day.”

Gabriel pressed his lips into a thin line. “You can’t seriously believe she didn’t know who you were.”

“And yet this is the truth,” Adrien replied. “Mother never allowed me to reveal my true stature to anyone if I wanted to play with them, so yes, as unbelievable as it sounds, Marinette didn't know anything. And despite what you think, she ran away from the prince as fast as she could, trying not to be noticed, lest marry him.”

“Then I guess it all works out.” Gabriel huffed. “She achieves her goal of not being noticed and goes home while the prince marries someone of his own status. End of story.”

“No, it’s not!” Adrien stepped closer. “I love her, Father, and she loves me, and you promised mom you’ll let me marry for love. You have to keep your promise, or I shall not be inclined to keep mine as well.”

Gabriel quirked an eyebrow. “Meaning?”

“I promised I’ll go along with your stupid tradition and choose a bride on my twentieth birthday, didn’t I? Well, guess what, Father? I really don’t feel like choosing a bride today unless it’s Marinette.”

Gabriel’s lips almost disappeared under the pressure he was putting on them. “That’s a centuries-long tradition, Adrien. You cannot break it.”

“I don’t care,” Adrien said, leaning forward on his arms, prompted on the table. “I’m your son, and I’ve always followed your example. And, right now you ’re teaching me to break promises, and I intend to follow your suit as I’ve always done.”

Gabriel’s glare turned dark. “We’ve talked about it, Adrien. If you don’t want her to be thrown into prison or exiled—” 

“If you dare to do that,” Adrien seethed through his teeth. “I’ll act, too. Lock her up if you want; I’ll go to prison with her. Exile her if you wish, but know that I will follow her.”

Gabriel paled. “You’re the sole heir. You can’t abandon your kingdom and your responsibilities.”

“I can do whatever the hell I want because my father taught me I can go back on my word.”

“That’s not quite the same—”

“You promised to let me marry for love. I promised to be a good ruler and take care of this kingdom. What’s the difference? It’s just two promises, and if you can break yours, I can break mine.” 

“Are you threatening me?”

“If you wish to think of it that way, then yes, absolutely, I am threatening you.”

Gabriel’s glare deepened. His jaw stiff, he pressed his lips together. 

A moment. 

Two. 

Ten. 

Adrien didn’t look away, assuring his father of the seriousness of his intentions with each passing second. 

“You’re overreacting.” Gabriel looked away, his defences cracking for the first time in Adrien’s life. “You’ll fall in love with someone else just as easily. Didn’t you like Lady Riposte—”

“I don’t want to fall in love with someone else. I want Marinette,” Adrien insisted. “I’ve always loved her. Even back at DuPont when we were children, I loved her. Do you really think a love like that can pass or be forgotten? Have you forgotten mom?”

Gabriel seemed to flinch as he closed his eyes and slacked back into his chair. He kept quiet for a few moments and when he’d finally spoken his voice had lost most of its firmness. “She’s a commoner, Adrien. I’m sorry, but royals don’t marry commoners.”

“Says who? The law doesn’t forbid it. I won’t be breaking even your precious tradition because I was supposed to choose a bride from a pool of presented ladies and Marinette is a part of it.”

“By trickery. She isn’t noble.”

“Then show me where it’s specified in your tradition that only nobles can be included in that group.”

Gabriel huffed. “Tradition dictates—”

“ Tradition . Not law. There’s no rule—”

“There are no rules because it’s common sense! No self-respecting king would allow his children to marry a commoner!"

“Or is it because it’s up to each ruler’s discretion?” Adrien paused for a moment, composing himself. “Father, I love her. She’s more than fit to be a queen by your own judgement. You married for love. Why can’t I?”

“She isn’t a noble,” Gabriel parroted, his voice now bearing almost none of formal resolve and strength. “What will people say?”

Adrien scoffed. “Is that all you care about? Your reputation?”

“Reputation is everything for a king. You’ll learn that one day.”

“Father, they will love you for being open-minded and not prejudiced towards the majority of your kingdom’s population. I’ve been sneaking out to the town for years, and if I’ve learned anything about the people of this kingdom, it’s that a union with a commoner will only raise you in your subjects’ eyes.”

“In theirs, maybe.” Gabriel sighed heavily. “But we need to keep good relations with the noble families, not commoners. And nobles aren’t as liberal as you seem to be.”

“Then make her a noble,” Adrien cried out without thinking. “If that’s only the question of having a title, you have the power to give it to her.” 

Gabriel’s eyes snapped to him. “Do you think that’s so easy? I can’t just create a new title. Titles come with lands, and we don’t have any unassigned lands.”

Adrien’s thoughts raced. Then he remembered something. “Give her one that doesn’t have a successor.”

“There’s no such thing,” Gabriel scoffed. “If a noble dies without an heir, his title and land go to the nearest relations and there always some.”

Adrien pointed to the crest framed on the wall to his right. “Give her that one.”

Gabriel sucked in the air, his face reddening. “You’re going too far.”

“Am I?” Adrien crossed his arms over his chest. “That is my title, my birthright, whereas you have no claim to it whatsoever. Or am I wrong?”

Gabriel remained silent for a few moments; then looked away.

Adrien continued. “Aunt Amelie renounced her rights to that title when she married Duke Graham de Vanily, so Felix isn't a contender for it; not that he’d even care to dispute his rights to a Count title when he’s a Duke. And even if Felix was a contender, I was born a few months earlier than him, so I’m the rightful owner of the Noir title, and I can do whatever I want with it. Give it to Marinette. It’ll go to my children, no matter who I marry, so why can’t my wife have it before that? In the end, it won't change a thing.”

Gabriel closed his eyes, his head falling into his hands, elbows propped on the table. He didn’t say anything, but Adrien saw that the victory was his already, so he pressed.

“You have a choice, Father: make Marinette a noble and gain an amazing daughter-in-law who'll be a fantastic queen one day, or refuse and lose a son and your only heir."

“Everyone knows that the Noir family doesn’t have suitable maidens to be presented to you. There are only Amelie and Felix, but they are bearing Graham de Vanily title now, so the Noir title has no one but you. How would I explain the sudden appearance of an eligible girl from your mother's side?”

Adrien shrugged. “Spin a tale of a long-lost branch of the family tree that was discovered recently, or just tell them she’s a commoner. I don’t care either way.” 

Gabriel leaned back into his chair, watching Adrien. A few moments later, he bitterly chuckled, shaking his head. “You truly are your mother’s son.”

Adrien’s lips tagged in a smug smile. “I’m sure I have a lot from you as well.”

“Unfortunately,” Gabriel sighed. “She’ll have to get a proper education.”

“That won’t be an issue. Marinette would love to learn. She always did.”

“Her family will have to be included in the title as well if the ‘lost branch’ tale to be seen legitimate, meaning they’ll have to move into Noir mansion in DuPont.”

“I’m sure they won’t mind.”

“I’ll send for her parents and have all the necessary papers to be prepared by the end of the day.” Gabriel stood up and walked to a massive chest of drawers standing by the wall. He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a small box. From inside it, he took a golden ring with a brilliant red diamond in the middle and gave it to Adrien. “Go, before I change my mind.”

Slowly, Adrien took the ring, his chest full, a goofy smile stuck to his lips. Tears lurking at the brick of his eyes, he could think of one thing only:

He did it!

He actually did it!

He was going to marry Marinette!

His Marinette will become his wife! 

His heart skipped a beat at a sudden thought drastically different from the others: would Marinette still want to marry him after all he’d put her through this night? Would she be willing to marry a prince? His status brought some strings attached that would influence their family, so—

“I see you’re waiting for me to change my mind?” his father interrupted his rapid downfall.

“No.” Adrien jerked. “Thank you. I’ll go tell her—I’ll go propose—Yes. That. I’ll get going. Thank you.”

“Make sure to compose yourself before that,” Gabriel threw after him. “The way you sound right now, I wouldn’t be surprised if even a commoner will say No to you.”

Adrien didn’t respond as he walked out the door with that one thought hammering at him. 

Would Marinette want to marry him now that she knew who he was and after he’d broken her heart so cruelly? 

She wanted a husband that would always be there for her. She wanted a family, children and a warm home, and he would want nothing more than to give her that, but he couldn’t promise her to always put her above his responsibilities. He’d do his best and would make sure she was happy with him, but would his words be enough to convince her? Did she love him enough to overlook his royal roots? Did— 

“Adrien!” 

Adrien stopped in his tracks, spotting Nino running to him. He pushed the doubts away. No need to distress. He had to believe. He had to have faith in Marinette and their love. They’ve gotten this far. They couldn’t fail now that their biggest obstacle, his father, was behind them. 

“You look happy,” Nino quirked an eyebrow as he’d reached him. “Did some—”

“Father approved her,” Adrien grinned, gripping Nino by his shoulders. “Nino, Father approved Marinette. I can marry Marinette .”

Nino’s face fell. “That… There might be a little problem with that.”

“What do you mean?” Adrien frowned. “What problem?”

Nino swallowed. “Marinette… she left.”

Adrien gripped at Nino’s shoulders. “What do you mean Marinette left?”

Nino shrugged. “Alya said she left in the middle of the night. I was coming here to let you know.”

“Where did she go?”

“Back to her lady.”

Adrien let Nino go as his thoughts raced. Marinette’s lady? Lady Bug. So, DuPont? No. Lady Bug eloped, so she wouldn’t be in DuPont but rather in her husband’s place. What was his name? Lord—Lord Stone-something—

“Lord Stoneheart,” Nino said as if reading his thoughts. “I grew up close by.”

“Saddle Plagg. I’ll go change and let Father know.”

“You’re going after her?”

“Of course. I need to present a bride by the end of the day. If I don't depart now, I won’t make it in time.”

Nino let an amused puff of air out. “Then I guess I’m going with you. I know that area well.”

“I’d appreciate it. Thank you.”

“What are friends for?” Nino chuckled. “If not for helping to catch a runaway bride.”

Adrien bumped his shoulder. “Exactly.”

They parted to prepare for a journey, Adrien trying his hardest not to let his doubts overtake him again. He pushed through as he’d informed his father of his departure and dressed for the road. He tried to remain as hopeful as possible once Plagg and Wayzz were ready for them to depart. He started his journey determined because there was only one way to find out if Marinette would have him now that she knew the whole truth, and that was to find her and propose again. This time without any secrets between them.

[spirallingintotheabyss]

Remus walked towards the room. Actually, dragged was a better word. Janus was being dragged too. Dragged by a small and very angry Virgil.

"you will not mess this up. Both of you. If you dare make Patton sad..."

"why are we going then?" They were outside the door. And Virgil was tearing his only pyjamas. He was stronger than he looked.

"because for some reason, Patton wants you there. Do not mess this up, I'm warning you" there was a cold edge to his voice. Remus decided to keep any comments about the attractiveness of Patton's frog form to himself.

When they went in, they found all the mattresses of the house pushed together, with so many blankets. The other side's were already there, and Patton was in the kitchen. Oh god- Patton was in the kitchen! Janus broke away from Virgil, all resistance forgotten, to try and minimise the damage done.

Meanwhile, Remus sat down on the couch with Logan, who was watching conspiracy videos and correcting their "facts". As he needed more material to keep Thomas up (Virgil complained that he was the one doing all the work these days), he leaned in to watch over Logan's shoulder.

Suddenly, a bang was heard, along with Patton being escorted out of the kitchen. Surprisingly, he came over to Remus and cuddled him. Parting his back, Remus got tissues and handed them to the almost crying Patton.

"what exploded this time?" Remus was betting on cookies. Again.

"the cake! I was meant to make a cake! But it- well, you know the rest. Janus is making popcorn and snacks to replace it."

He would never admit it but Remus loved anything cooked my Janus. It always tasted hellishly good and made Remus have seconds. Janus even tried making deodorant once, when they were kids. That was before he could make food without someone getting hurt.

Roman came over and picked Patton up and carried him to a mattress. He was still angry at Remus for stealing his acting props and deodorant. Remus had no regrets. Especially since he and Remy needed them more.

They were talking when Roman out on Aladdin. They had all seen it many times. But Roman did get to decide this time. The sound of Disney was accompanied by the popping of popcorn. Soon, Janus was done and he brought a table full of snacks over, to everyone's delight. The food was amazing, but only one thing could make this day better...

"Food fight!!!" Remus cried, throwing popcorn at Virgil, who jumped.nefore throwing some back. Janus sighed, but joined in, and soon all the sides were having a popcorn war (except Remy, who was slurping coffee and watching from a distance). Smiles lit up everyone's faces, as they viciously hurled the popcorn at each other. Even Logan was grinning and had made a catapult out of pens and rubber bands.

Soon, tired and hungry, they settled down to finish the movie, with Roman's occasional grumbling at making him miss the best parts. Everyone was cuddling under a large blanket, despite there being many more.

Soon, Patton had fallen asleep, cuddling Logan, who's book was balanced on Patton's head. Roman and Virgil were also yawning and soon they were asleep too. Putting his cloak over the sleeping sides, Janus headed to a free mattress and fell asleep. Remus also felt himself drifting off with a smile on his face.

Here you go @rationalmilksnake my present to you!!! A platonic Sanders Sides movie night!!! Happy birthday!!! I hope you had an amazing day!!!!

[leserrurierdauphin]

Les Restes

The news from France, when it arrived at Schoenbrunn, was grim. Sweet Archduchess Maria Josepha had departed a year and a half ago to seal the rather sudden and shaky alliance between her native Austria and France. She had been sad to go, but as always had obeyed her mother’s wishes with a smile and only a few tears while her two little sisters, Charlotte and Antonia, wept in each other’s arms as if foreign marriages didn’t await them both as well.

Josepha had, at eighteen, been thrust into a gilded and venomous world when she arrived at the court of Versailles. Her new husband was a tall, shy fourteen-year-old boy who blushed when their eyes met. The young dauphin had kissed his bride’s cheek at the wedding ceremony and then again every night afterwards, but he never did anything else. Since Josepha was very pretty and as sweet as a bonbon, nobody at the French court bothered to lower their voices when they wondered aloud: why isn’t the dauphine with child yet?

From there, their eyes would turn to Louis. Though he was more of a child than Josepha and knew nothing at all about girls, always shut away instead with his books or in his makeshift smithy, tongues wagged about the poor boy. Josepha’s mother had so many children. Surely she, too, was fertile. The problem must be elsewhere.

What kind of king will he make? He can’t even do his duty to the dauphine!

Even the obedient and pleasant Josepha despaired of ever providing an heir in her letters home, though she knew no more about how to set about doing so than her inexperienced husband.

Unfortunately, when the next letter regarding her daughter’s marriage reached Maria Theresa, it had nothing to do with the royal bedchamber. The empress, rather than discovering that she would soon be a grandmother to a future French monarch--or at least that there was reason to hope--learned that she had lost yet another child.

The letter was dated 26 March 1771, just days after Josepha’s twentieth birthday. Her Highness the dauphine died this morning after being stricken with smallpox, it stated. Josepha had like her beloved older sister Johanna fallen victim, even far away in France, to her worst fear: death by pox. She had left no children, only a sixteen-year-old widower, and thus her death threatened the already-fragile French alliance.

It didn’t take long for the wily old King Louis and Josepha’s grieving but ever-practical mother to arrive at a solution, though. Maria Theresa had one remaining unmarried daughter for whom no betrothal had yet been made. She was only a year younger than her French brother-in-law Louis-Auguste. Her mother was happy to report that, though she was a late bloomer, at fifteen she no longer looked like an undeveloped child. Would Maria Antonia be an acceptable substitute for the late dauphine?

“You, my little Antoine, will be Queen of France,” Maria Theresa informed her youngest daughter with confidence, as if the same hadn’t been expected of Josepha.

Before Antonia rode off into the late summer heat to leave her Austrian life behind and adopt her sister’s French one, the empress hugged her close and said: “I am sending France an angel. Remember that you represent Austria. Remember your duty.” She patted the girl’s cheek for good measure. “And your prayers. God bless you, child.”

Her mother’s final point was hardly oblique: whatever troubles the last dauphine had had with her husband, Antonia needed to overcome them and bear French children to make sure Austria and France were bound by ties of blood. Where Josepha had failed, she must succeed.

•   •   •

Louis-Auguste shifted from one foot to another as the royal party waited to catch sight of the carriage carrying their newest Austrian import. It didn’t seem fair to the memory of poor Marie Josèphe to replace her so quickly, as if she had never been, nor to do so with one of her own sisters. Not that Louis had gotten a say in the matter--to hear his grandfather talk about it, you’d have thought he, Louis, had killed Josèphe himself.

“This time, my boy, I expect you to do your duty by this girl,” the king had said, and his duty was of course to provide heirs to the French throne.

No matter, he thought, that he had two younger brothers. His grandfather knew that heirs could be in short and fleeting supply. He was himself a great-grandson of the Sun King and had seen his eldest sons and grandsons--Louis’ brothers--in the grave while he was still living life to the fullest. At Louis’ age, the king had also married a girl older than himself and had felt no sympathy or understanding regarding the boy’s complete disinterest--or, for that matter, his lack of knowledge and experience.

He may not have been much of a husband to her, Louis thought, but he had been grieved by Josèphe’s death. She had been very kind and patient, feigning interest in his locks and keys and books as best she could, and despite his incompetence in bed, she had been quite pretty.

At least he had known her. This new archduchess was a wild card. She could be everything or nothing like her sister, but either way, she’d be a stranger. Louis dreaded the meeting with another girl, dreaming of being Queen of France someday only to be utterly disappointed by her quiet and reserved future king.

She’s my age, if nothing else, he thought glumly, or closer to it. In a few weeks he would turn seventeen, and if failing to consummate a marriage as a clumsy fourteen-year-old boy was somewhat understandable, no one had sympathy for him anymore.

Everyone stopped chattering and their heads lifted at the sound of carriage wheels through the woods at last. Louis took a shuddering breath. It was hellishly hot today, and as pessimistic as he was about the whole affair, he hoped he hadn’t sweated all the way through his suit. That would be a terrible way to make a first impression on the girl with whom he would (he hoped--he didn’t wish anything ill on her) spend the rest of his days.

When the door to the carriage opened, it revealed a petite young woman clad in silk. That young woman would see a colorfully-attired and rather portly older man with a fabulous hat and sash across his broad chest. This must be the king. Beside him stood Louis, her former brother-in-law and new husband. He was, even from a distance, obviously quite tall. He wore a dark blue silk suit with a band of black around the right arm in honor of Antonia's lost sister. Though his expression was very somber, as if he was still in mourning, he had an attractive if distinctively Bourbon face (in that one could see at a glance that he was related to the king).

One of the girl's attendants stepped forward as they approached. Bowing, the lady announced: "Votre Majesté, may I present Madame la Dauphine."

[stark-tony]

If you’re doing fic rec requests, I’d love to see one with future peter! College, adulthood, future relationships, avengers leader, anything!

here you go!

* = incomplete

Sweet Stories and Gentle Goodnights series* by frostysunflowers

summary: 

pairings: michelle/peter

tags: fluff, humor, angst

warnings: character death

I Never Lived ‘Til I Lived In Your Light series* by losingmymindtonight

summary: 

pairings: none

tags: fluff, angst

warnings: character death

Easy Come, Easy Go by losingmymindtonight

summary: Tony Stark spends a lifetime waiting for Peter Parker to leave.But the kid stays. He always stays.

pairings: none 

tags: angst

warnings: character death

built from scraps by peterstank

summary: “Everybody needs someone. That’s what you said, right?” Pepper meets his eyes and he’s struck by the way she’s almost pleading. “We both lost. We can help each other.”

Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.

 Peter hesitates.

Then he takes it.

 or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together. 

(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

pairings: pepperony, michelle/peter

tags: angst, fluff

warnings: abuse

Allston Christmas by Gruoch

summary: “You guys didn’t have to do this,” Peter says from where he sits squeezed into the middle seat of the U-Haul, sweat running down his back. The air-conditioning in the truck they’ve rented is broken, and even with the windows rolled down it’s hellishly hot inside. “Really. I could have handled it myself.”

“We wanted to,” Tony replies as he blasts the horn at a minivan with a “Harvard Mom” bumper sticker that is attempting to cut into his lane. “It’s like a little trip down memory lane. It’s nostalgic—it’s gonna be fun. Right, Rhodey?”

“Absolutely,” Rhodey agrees, with all the enthusiasm of a man being lead to the gallows.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

failure’s a stranger we all dream about by searchingforstars

summary: Peter’s professors all seem to know Tony. Instead of calling Peter out for turning in the odd piece of homework late or getting distracted in class like they might do for anyone else, they give him pats on the back in hallways and tell him fondly that, “Tony must be so proud of you, following in his footsteps.”

Tony wouldn’t be, though. Not if he knew how much effort Peter was having to put in to keep his head above the water.

He just wants Tony to be proud of him.

He has to work harder - that’s the only way.

–

or, Peter’s college workload and anxiety makes him worry that maybe he’s not good enough for Tony.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Only Time* by losingmymindtonight

summary: On Titan, Peter Parker survives the Stone’s twisted lottery. Back on Earth, Pepper Potts and May Parker do not.Tony is still left with a shattered world, trying desperately to build something in the wreckage.And the universe is still mourning. It is still seeking revenge.In the end, we will always end up here.

pairings: pepperony

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Irreconcilable by sahiya

summary: “We’ll still be friends, right?” she said, frowning at him over slightly grainy video on his phone. “We said we’d always be friends.”

It sounded unexpectedly plaintive, coming from her. Peter swallowed. We’ll always be friends had seemed easy to promise back in August. It was harder now, with the sting of rejection so fresh. She’d tried to tell him that it was about her, about how she had changed, but he knew it was about him, too. He wasn’t what she wanted.

 “Yeah,” he said dully. “Yeah, of course.”

pairings: michelle/peter

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

The Hoodie™ by coconutknightshade

summary: The one in which Tony overhears Peter telling his roommate that the MIT hoodie he’s wearing is his dads.The one in which Peter never plans to call Tony ‘dad’ to his face but the universe has other plans.

pairings: pepperony, happy/may

tags: fluff

warnings: none

You’ll Be Here (in My Heart) by seekrest

summary: The morning that Tony’s life changed forever began as his days usually began now — shuffling into the kitchen half asleep, going through the motions as he searched for Pepper’s favorite coffee mug.

Tony stifled a yawn, grabbing the Black Panther novelty mug she adored while he grabbed one that Morgan had made them years ago - one that made her now cringe with embarrassment anytime she saw him use it, the childish scribbles that made him laugh.  

He sets Morgan’s creation down on the countertop as he reaches for the Black Panther mug, it being just barely out of reach for when Pepper has put it last.

“Damn thing.” Tony mutters to himself, fingers barely brushing against it before he grabs it - going to set it down on the counter only to be surprised when Pepper walks in from the bedroom, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Morning. You know, you and I need to have a talk about about your choice of mugs. I know T’Challa somehow perfected the cup warmer thing here but you could at least show a little—“

“Michelle’s in labor.”

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

An MIT Halloween by bethy_277

summary: Coming to MIT had been difficult, having almost lost his mentor when he had snapped to save the entire universe, and Peter had really struggled. If it hadn’t been for Ned and Harley- who he had met shortly after he came back and become good friends with- he didn’t think he would have made it past the first few weeks at school. He had called both May and Tony that first week, hysterical and begging to come back to New York. May had been patient, Tony had been ready to get in his car to drive to him to help him through it, and Harley and Ned had been there and talked him down both times.  

**Peter is a college student at MIT and Tony brings Morgan up for some trick-or-treating.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

287 Miles by imgoingtocrash

summary: There’s a long list of things that Tony would rather be doing at six in the morning that don’t involve carrying his seven year old daughter across MIT’s campus in his pajamas and a hoodie from the university that’s older than the student he’s visiting.

However, when Peter calls in the middle of a Wednesday night, Tony answers. That’s the gig, the only one left that matters now that he’s out of the superhero game.

The Great Tony Stark: father/father-figure of two, cares about working for SI when the mood strikes or his wife asks, savior of the universe, otherwise retired at the ripe old age of fifty-four.

Peter calls from MIT in a state of panic. Tony shows up with Morgan in tow, and only kind of makes a big deal out of the whole situation.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

The beauty that she brings by Gruoch

summary: Peter puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder and leans in close, his expression wide-eyed and solemn. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Honestly?” Tony makes a face. “No, I can’t. I really struggle with impulse control and running my mouth when I shouldn’t.”

***

or, old man builds family, lives happily ever after

pairings: michelle/peter, pepperony

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: non-consensual drug use

The Gift by Gruoch

summary: “Dad!” Morgan says, bursting into the room. “Dad—the baby’s on the ceiling.”

“The baby’s on the what now?” Tony asks, getting up to follow her into the living room.

Morgan points up at the ceiling, where baby June is happily crouched upside-down above their heads, offering them a gummy grin.

Tony looks up at her, hands on his hips. June looks back down at him and babbles nonsensically, clearly delighted with her fresh perspective on the world.

“Hm,” Tony says, rubbing a finger over his mustache as he assesses the situation. “Alright, no problem. I’ll get her down—go grab me a broom.”

“Dad!” Morgan says, scandalized. “You can’t just whack the baby off the ceiling with a broom.”

**

Or, Peter stresses, Tony schemes, and baby Jones-Parker keeps everyone on their toes.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

And You’re Miles Away by losingmymindtonight

summary: College is scary, even for teenage superheros.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

This B.S. Better Be Worth It* by losingmymindtonight

summary: Originally, Tony’s plan had been to just surprise Peter with the fact that he would be on campus for a semester.He’d never actually expected Peter to sign up for his class.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

Magic Tree House: Spiders at Sunrise by ciaconnaa

summary: "Trust me, you’ll have so much more fun here,“ Peter tells his daughter. “You get to play with Gerald, swim with Morgan, garden with Pepper -”

“- build a toy airplane with me,” Tony adds.

Peter’s eyes grow comically wide. He lets out a loud, dramatic, shout of anguish before he takes a few steps over and collapses onto the rug, AJ still pressed close to his chest. She starts shrieking with laughter at his theatrics. “No way! A toy airplane?! Tony builds the best stuff! I’m so jealous.”

or;

When MJ needs to study for school and Peter needs to do Official Spidery Things, their daughter gets to stay at Tony’s for a week, much to his delight. They do fun things like eating ice cream and watching movies. They also fall out of a tree house, but that part isn’t so fun.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

Candle in the Window  by madasthesea

summary: Finals are over and Peter just wants to go home. The weather has other ideas.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

snapshot  by ciaconnaa

summary: When Tony gets a call at 4am from Peter, he assumes it’s an emergency.

This thought is reinforced when, upon picking up the call, Peter announces, “Hi, I have an emergency.”

or;

Tony suffers a major blood pressure drop, Peter bakes a birthday cake that looked like it was bitten by a radioactive spider, and the two of them look at photos from a time capsule.

pairings: michelle/peter

tags: fluff

warnings: none

a sticky situation by ciaconnaa

summary: “Hey, Tony, look what I can do!”

Of all the things he expected in the grand adventure that is babysitting Peter’s daughter, Tony did not expect to turn his head to find the kid stuck to the ceiling.

Like father, like daughter, it would seem.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

christmas eve car-rides by transpeterp

summary: tony picks peter up from college to get him home in time for christmas;fluff ensues

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none