#man this is really what it felt like as we were running all over creation

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I Can See You

pairing: Peter Parker x Happy’s daughter!reader

synopsis: You can see Peter being your addiction and Peter can see you as a secret mission

real synopsis: Happy forbids you and Peter from dating, which only makes you want to do it more

Masterlist

“Hey.” You nodded at Peter as you wandered into his room. The hair on Peters neck stood up on high alert now that a stranger was in his bedroom. He shut his laptop and swiveled in his desk chair to follow what you were doing. He watched you walk over to his Lego shelf as if you’d been in his room a hundred times and admired his Lego titanic.

“Um, hello. Can I help you?” Peter asked.

“Did you build this?” You asked in reply.

“Oh, yeah. I did. It took me almost a full month.”

“Wow. It’s huge.” You said and gently ran your hand along the side of it.

“I know. It’s kinda cramped in here, though. I want to display it in the living room.” Peter told you. His tingle was telling him you weren’t a threat so now he just saw you as a pretty girl who had wandered into his room.

“You totally should display this thing. It’s awesome. What’s stopping you?” You wondered.

“The family pictures in the way.” Peter laughed dryly.

“Psh. Who needs those?” You joked, making him smile.

“Not me.” Peter played along. “But my aunt might be just a little upset if I replaced photos of her dead brother and dead husband with my Lego titanic.”

“That’s nothing. My dad replaced my high school graduation picture with a photo of his dead best friend eating a cheeseburger. It’s not even a good picture. It’s blurry and my dads pinky is in the frame.”

“Damn, your graduation picture? That’s next level. Either he really loved his best friend or it was a really good cheeseburger.”

“Probably both.” You shrugged. “Uncle Tony knew all the best cheeseburger spots in Queens.”

“Wait, Tony? Like Tony Stark?” Peter asked and stood up from his desk chair.

“Yeah, Tony Stark. Oh, that’s right. I forgot you knew him.” You said and tapped the side of your head.

“Your dads best friend.” Peter said to himself. “Wait a second. Are you…”

“Y/n Hogan. Your aunt invited my dad and I over for dinner.” You said and you held your hand out.

“Wait, you’re Happy’s daughter? But you’re so pretty.” Peter said in disbelief as he shook your hand.

“What?” You laughed.

“I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Your dad is a very beautiful man. I can see the resemblance.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Seeing the resemblance is impressive considering I was adopted.” You laughed again and continued looking around his room. You saw his Spiderman suit hanging in the closet and touched it with a fond smile on your face.

“Oh God. Can we start over? I feel like I failed at this conversation.”

“You didn’t. I actually think you’re doing a pretty good job talking to me considering the deep lore that runs between us and our mutual acquaintances.” You assured him.

“Oh.” He blushed. “Thanks.”

“No problem. So did this thing come with a Lego iceberg?” You asked and pointed to the Lego titanic.

“No. That would’ve been perfect. But unfortunately, Lego didn’t have a dark sense of humor.”

“But I do. Do you have any blue legos?” You asked with a devious smile.

“Yeah. What are you thinking?”

A few minutes later, you and Peter were sitting on his bedroom floor with his Lego bin between you. You led the conversation, much to Peters delight, as you added onto each others creations. Even though Peter was usually shy and awkward around strangers, he found it very easy to talk to you. Maybe it was because you were already apart of his secret world and he didn’t have to lie about anything, or maybe it was just because you got along. Whatever it was, Peter really enjoyed talking to you. You felt more like an old friend rather then a stranger. Happy came into the room after a little while and was surprised to see you already in there.

“Oh, there you are. I was looking for you. But I see you found Peter.” Happy said and gave Peter a stern look.

“You never told me you had a daughter.” Peter playfully scolded him to keep the mood light.

“That’s because I don’t disclose any personal information to teenagers in spandex.” Happy said curtly.

“Dad. Be nice.” You whispered harshly.

“What are you guys doing in here anyway?” Happy asked as he folded his arms.

“Making a Lego iceberg for Peters Lego titanic.” You explained and held up what you had built so far.

“Interesting, interesting. Peter, can I talk to you for a second?” Happy said through a fake smile.

“Yeah. Sure. Be right back.” He told you before getting up to follow Happy into the hallway.

“What’s up?” Peter asked kindly.

“Don’t even think about it.” Happy said immediately.

“Huh? Don’t think about what?”

“My daughter. Don’t even let it cross your mind. Because if it crosses your mind, I’ll know about it. And if I know about it, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Wait, you think I’m trying to date your daughter? I just met her. Relax.” Peter laughed.

“No, I won’t relax. I don’t ever want to see my daughter in your bedroom, okay? That’s gross. I don’t want you getting your horny little nerd germs on her.”

“We were just playing with legos.” Peter pointed out.

“That’s always how it starts.” Happy wagged his finger. “I know your type. You lure girls in with your boyish charm because they think you’re safe.”

“I am safe, Happy.” Peter insisted. “You know me. You know I’d never break her heart.”

“I know you won’t. Because you won’t get the chance.”

“I’m sorry, but why is it okay for you to date my aunt but not for me to date your daughter?” Peter asked and folded his arms.

“Oh, so it has crossed your mind? I knew you were thinking about dating my daughter.” Happy pointed accusingly at him. “I knew it the second I walked into your room. You’re thinking about her right now, aren’t you? Well stop. My daughter is not allowed in your head, okay? Ever. Get her out.”

“I wasn’t thinking about dating her until you put the idea into my head. But I kinda want to do it now.” Peter laughed in amusement and looked back at his room where you were.

“Don’t you even dare.” Happy whispered and took a step closer to him.

“Or what? What’ll you do?” Peter challenged him. He didn’t even care that much about it, he just wanted to antagonize Happy for his own amusement.

“Kill you.” Happy stated like it was obvious. “Like I said.”

“What if she likes me? Huh?” Peter smirked. “You can’t tell her not to date me. That’ll just drive her straight into my arms.”

“That’s not gonna be a problem because she’ll never like you. She’s too smart.”

“I’m a good guy, Happy. Tony knew that. Wouldn’t you rather her date a nice, responsible guy that you’ve known for years over some random stranger whose intentions might be impure?”

“She can date a guy I know.” Happy shrugged. “Just not you.”

“We’ll see.” Peter shrugged as well.

“What? What does that mean? We’ll see? We’re not gonna see anything because you’re not dating my daughter.” Happy declared.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” Peter shrugged again.

“No, you definitely won’t.”

“How are you gonna stop it?” Peter asked him.

“With a gun.” Happy replied. “That I use to kill you. To death.”

“I don’t think your daughter would appreciate you killing her future boyfriend.” Peter said innocently.

“You’re not her future boyfriend. You’re not her future anything. But you’re a future dead person if you keep this up.”

“Relax, Happy. I’m just messing with you. I’m not gonna date your daughter.” Peter laughed and patted Happy’s shoulder. Just then, you came out of Peters room with the Lego iceberg you had built.

“I’m gonna help May in the kitchen. Maybe I’ll accidentally knock down a few family pictures while I’m in there.” You said and winked at Peter.

“Why would you do that?” Happy asked you.

“Peter gets it.” You smiled coyly before disappearing down the hall and into the kitchen. Peter watched you walk away and felt something blossoming in his chest. That simple moment of sweet understanding between you was all he needed to fall head over heels for you.

“Happy?” Peter said without taking his eyes off where you had just been standing.

“Yeah?” Happy replied. Peter turned to face him, put his hand on Happy’s shoulder, and smiled sympathetically.

“I’m gonna date your daughter.”

Before Happy could respond, May called everyone in for dinner. Peter and Happy exchanged a look before throwing on smiles so that you and May wouldn’t suspect anything. Happy sat across from Peter with you sitting beside him, meaning that every time Peter looked at you, he got a kick under the table from Happy. Similarly, anytime you tried to ask Peter a question or start a conversation with him, Happy cut you off. Peter tried to do the same with you but was always met with a death glare from Happy. The incredibly silent and awkward dinner ended all too soon and Happy could not have taken you out of Peters apartment fast enough. You waved to Peter as Happy pulled you out the door but there was no time for an exchanging of words. What a beautiful wedding jk jk iykyk.

Peter was fully prepared to let his little crush on you go away on its own without any intention of acting on it. He knew it was a bad idea anyway to get involved with the daughter of the head of security, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about you from time to time.

“Hey Happy. I just wanted to report that I found a lost dog today. But then it ran away again after I returned to to the owner. I’m starting to think it wanted to be lost. Maybe he met a bunch of stray dogs and felt more at home with them on the streets than he ever did in his owner’s apartment. What do you think?” Peter asked over FaceTime as he gave Happy his daily report from patrolling the neighborhood.

“Kid, I don’t care. I never have. You don’t need to keep calling me with random updates of what you do on patrol.” Happy told him. In the background of Happy’s video, Peter could see you walking into the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around yourself and your wet hair hanging around your face. He perked up and felt his face heat up at the sight of you.

“Is that Peter?” You asked and walked over to where Happy was sitting.

“No. It’s not.” Happy said and tried to shut his laptop.

“Hi Peter.” You opened it back up and waved, leaving you with only one hand to hold your towel onto your body. Peter turned bright red as he stared at the screen and felt all dialogue options leave his mind.

“Oh, uh, hi.” He stammered. “I didn’t see you there. I didn’t even know you were home. How’s it going?”

“Pretty good.” You shrugged. “What kind of dog was it?”

“What?”

“The dog you found. What breed?” You asked with genuine interest. Peter smiled at you wanting to know and felt his blush deepen.

“Chihuahua. His name was Pinto.”

“Aw.” You smiled. “That’s so cute.“

“Oh, yeah. Very cute. Very, very cute.” Peters eyes glazed over as he stared at your through the screen. Happy looked back and forth between Peter and you before realizing what Peter was staring at.

“I’m hanging up now.” Happy warned.

“Wait-“

The call ended abruptly and Peter was left alone staring at a black screen. If Happy was going to stop him from seeing you, he would going to have to get creative.

A few nights later, Peter formed a new plan. If Happy was gonna date his aunt, he was going to use it to his advantage.

“Oopsie. I just accidentally ordered two pizzas instead of one. Silly me. What will we do with all this incoming pizza?” Peter asked as he dramatically scratched the top of his head to make it look like he was thinking.

“I don’t know.” May shrugged. “Eat a lot of pizza?”

“That’s a great idea, May. Or, and this is just coming to me now, what if we invite Happy over to eat some? So you guys can have a little date night. He even can bring his daughter. What was her name again? Telulah? Annabeth? Marcy?”

“Y/n?” May chuckled and raised her eyebrow.

“Right. Her.” Peter played dumb. “She probably likes pizza, right?”

“I know what you’re doing, but I’m gonna go with it anyway because there’s no way we can eat two pies and I hate wasting food.” May playfully scolded him as she dialed Happy’s number.

Much to Peters delight, you and Happy showed up a few minutes later. You were standing behind your dad with a bag behind your back.

“Hey. Thanks for the invite.” Happy said and kissed Mays cheek. You looked at Peter over your dads shoulder and waved.

“No problem.” May replied. “It was actually Peters idea.”

“Oh, was it?” Happy asked and stared daggers at Peter. Peter shrugged innocently before making eye contact with you. He discreetly nodded towards his bedroom before going to it. You followed after him once the coast was clear.

“Hey.” You smiled at him and shut his door behind you.

“Hey. Thanks for coming over. I’m glad you could make it.” Peter played it cool but was screaming on the inside over you being in his room again.

“I’m glad you invited us. I have a present for you but I didn’t have any way of getting in touch with you.”

“You wanna touch me?” Peter said in a low voice as he stared at you with his eyebrows raised.

“What was that?”

“I said you have a present for me?” He quickly corrected himself and threw on a smile.

“Uh huh. Look what I found.” You held the bag up and pulled out the Lego Super Star Destroyer, a Lego set Peter had dreamed of owning since he was a kid.

“What?! You got this for me?” He jumped out of his chair and held the box to read it.

“Yeah. You mentioned last time that you always wanted this one. I know you’re a big fan of the movies so I wanted you to have it.” You smiled sheepishly as you stared at him. His childlike excitement and wonderstruck expression made him even cuter than you typically found him. His expression changed suddenly when he realized he could never accept such a costly gift.

“This set costs a fortune. You really didn’t have to do this.” Peter looked apologetic as he looked into your eyes. You laughed a little at how bad he felt and put your hand on top of his.

“It’s okay. I wanted to do it.” You assured him. “Plus, Uncle Tony put me in his will so I’m kinda flushed with cash right now. I would’ve just spent the money on something stupid. And I know he loved you so he’d be happy I used the money to buy a Lego set for us.”

“Us?” Peter cracked a smile and felt his excitement return.

“Yeah. I thought we could build it together while my dad makes out with your aunt.” You suggested.

“Gross.” Peter grimaced. “But the part about building it together sounds fun.”

Now that he was willing to keep it, you tore the box open and dumped the pieces out. You and Peter sat next to each other with your knees touching as you built the spaceship. Peter snuck glances at you every now and then, and you caught them every time. You accidentally made eye contact at one point and he turned pink.

“You know, my dads been up my ass all week because of you.” You said with a soft laugh.

“Me? What did I do?”

“I don’t know. Did you tell him we were dating or something?” You questioned him, making him gulp.

“Actually, he told me not to date you.” Peter admitted.

“He told me the same thing. Little does he know, that just makes me want to date you even more.” You replied. Peter froze and realized that if what Happy said made you want to date him more, that meant you already wanted to date him in the first place. You realized that you had said too much at the same time Peter did and looked at him out of the corner of your eye to see if he was weirded out. To your surprise, he was staring at you with a soft expression. He quickly cleared his throat and looked away when you caught him staring.

“Doesn’t he know that the hottest thing a guy can do is be disliked by the girls dad?” Peter said like it was obvious.

“Exactly. I told him disapproving of you was just going to send me straight into your arms. And who could even blame me? They’re really nice arms.” You shrugged and gave Peter a coy smile. Peter laughed shyly and busied himself with the legos so you wouldn’t see him blushing.

“What did he say to that?” He asked you.

“That there will be a cold day in hell before he lets me go out with you.” You laughed.

“And what did you say?” Peter asked as he looked up at you and found that you were already looking at him.

“I told him that he can’t tell me who to date and if I wanted to go out with you, I will.” You said simply. Peter gulped and never broke eye contact with you and he reached for a Lego brick. Your hands accidentally touched and he saw sparks fly.

“Do you want to go out with me?” He asked quietly. You opened your mouth to answer just as May opened hers.

“Hey, kids. Pizzas here.” May said as she appeared in Peters doorway. You looked at him apologetically before getting up and following May to the kitchen. He desperately wanted to get you alone again to finish your conversation, but Happy was never gonna let that happen.

It came time for you and Happy to leave and Peter was visibly disappointed. As Happy and May said their goodbyes, you pulled Peter to the side.

“Goodnight, Peter. I had fun tonight.” You said sincerely.

“So did I. Thank you again for the legos. It’s the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.”

“I’m glad you liked them. Hopefully I’ll see you again. Hopefully soon.”

“Yeah. Totally.” Peter nodded eagerly.

You held out your hand to shake Peters, which Peter found a little strange. But when he shook your hand, he felt you slip a piece of paper into his. Peter waited until Happy was out the door before opening the paper up. Written in your handwriting was your phone number. Peter looked up in surprise and made eye contact with you.

“Call me.” You mouthed to him and made your hand like a phone just as Happy pulled you away.

And that’s exactly what Peter did. It became your nightly secret mission to sneak off and call Peter once you were sure Happy was asleep or preoccupied in front of the TV. You would talk for hours in hushed voices so no one would hear.

“Can you imagine what my dad would do if he found us out?” You asked Peter one night as you hung over the edge of your bed to talk to Peter.

“So there’s an us to find out about?” Peter asked and felt grateful you couldn’t see his blush over the phone.

“I don’t know.” You smiled timidly. “I really like talking to you, Peter.”

“Well that’s good. I’m happy to hear that. Because I like it too.” He laughed shyly.

“I think about you a lot when we’re not on the phone.” You admitted as you switched positions and rolled onto your stomach.

“You do?” Peter gulped.

“Uh huh. All the time.”

“What do you think about?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe half the things I see inside my head.” You chuckled. Peter gulped again and felt his face heat up. He cleared his throat before speaking again.

“Why don’t you explain it to me then?” He asked. Before you could answer, a loud crash sounded from his side of the phone.

“What’s all that noise?” You asked him.

“Mays looking for the pasta maker.” Peter sighed. “We have a thousand boxes of mezzi rigatoni but she wanted fettuccini.”

“Fettuccine actually sounds amazing right now. I need to get up and make some food. I just hope my dad went grocery shopping or else I’m eating sleep for dinner.”

“You should come over tonight.” Peter said before he would overthink it.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Come make pasta with us. May usually burns something and then gives up about 15 minutes into cooking so we wouldn’t have to hang out with her the whole time. We could make pasta together. Just the two of us.”

“Okay. My dads watching a movie in the den so he won’t mind if I go out. I’m in.” You smiled and started to get ready to see him.

“Awesome. Great. See you soon.” Peter grinned and hung up the phone. He quickly brushed his teeth and put on a fresh shirt before joining May in the kitchen. There was a knock on the door soon enough and Peter practically ran to open it.

“Ciao.” He said as he flung the door open.

“Ciao, bello.” You replied. “Scopiamo stasera o cosa?”

“Wait, what? I don’t actually speak Italian.” Peter sheepishly.

“That’s probably for the better.” You laughed and walked into his apartment.

“Oh, good. You’re here. And you brought wine! Even better. Come in, come in.” May kissed your cheek before taking the bottle of wine and opening it.

“Peters been dying for you to get here.” She whispered in your ear, but loud enough for Peter to hear.

“May.” Peter whined and motioned for her to zip it.

“What? I’m just being honest.” May shrugged. “Honesty is the best policy. That’s what I always say.”

“She’s right. That’s a great policy.” You said and gave Peter a look.

“Oh yeah? Does your dad know you’re here?” Peter asked you and folded his arms, already knowing the answer. Your smile dropped when you realized he was right.

“A little lie never hurt anybody.” You replied. Peter smirked, knowing he caught you.

“Come here. I’ll show you how to make the dough.” Peter said and led you to the kitchen with his hand on your back. You and Peter made the pasta dough while May chopped up some tomatoes and made a sauce. May switched the radio on to play some instrumental background music that made the apartment feel like a small cafe in Italy.

“All right. I think we’re ready. I’m gonna get the pasta maker. It should be in the attic.” May broke up the party and put the meatball back in the sauce.

“If you can’t find it, what do we do with all this dough?” You asked her.

“I don’t know. Make a shit ton of Pizza.” May shrugged and left to go find the pasta maker.

“Okay then.” You chuckled. Once you and Peter were alone, you hoped up on the counter and leg your legs swing.

“Should we try it to make sure it tastes good?” You asked as you rolled some dough between your fingers and made a snake.

“Yeah, but not that piece. You made a worm.” Peter said and pointed to your dough.

“So what? It’s just dough. Try some.” You replied and dangled the dough in his face.

“Dough way.” He laughed at his own pun and swatted the dough away.

“Oh, we’re making pasta puns now? You’re gonna pay for that.” You playfully warned him.

“But I dough not want it.” Peter pouted and leaned on the counter you were sitting on so you were caged in between his arms. You both became aware of how close you were at the same time and laughed shyly.

“Can’t think of anything other than replacing “do” with “dough” huh?” You asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Dough, I can’t.” He shamefully admitted. You gave him a look and he held up his hands in defense.

“That one was different.” He pointed out.

“All right. I’ll give it to you. Now eat the pasta worm.” You playfully demanded and dangled it in his face again.

“No. Get that thing away from me.” He laughed and smacked it away. It flew across the room and stuck to a nearby cabinet with a loud smack.

“Wow. Look at that.” Peter said, genuinely dumbfounded.

“It’s kinda beautiful.” You said as you quietly stared at the pasta in awe. Peter turned to look at you and rested his hands back on the counter.

“You’re kinda beautiful.” He said in a soft voice. You tore your eyes away from the pasta to look at him but couldn’t form a single word.

“Even with flour on your face.” He chuckled and wiped a smudge of flour off your cheek with his thumb. You gulped and discreetly picked up some flour off the counter.

“You have some flour on your face too.” You told him as you stared into his eyes.

“Where? Here?” Peter asked and touched his cheek.

“No. Here.” You smirked before throwing the handful of flour at him. Peter coughed and waved his hand to get it away from his face.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” He warned and grabbed a handful of flour. He went to throw it at you but you caught him by the wrist to stop him. Peter wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him so that you couldn’t block his next attempt. But instead of feeling flour on your face, you felt Peter kissing you. You weren’t actually sure if you kissed him or he kissed you, but you didn’t really care. You wasted no time in tangling your hands on his hair and deepening the kiss. His hands slid up and down your back before finding their way up your shirt. You felt your entire body heat up as you kissed him and felt all the tension that had been building up release into the atmosphere between you. He kissed you until you felt dizzy but you didn’t stop even then. You started to unbutton his button down when the moment was interrupted.

“Found it!” May called from the hallway. You jumped apart so quickly that you fell right off the counter. You screamed on the way down as Peter watched with his hands over his mouth. He rushed to pick you up just as May came back into the kitchen. She took one look at the flour covering the two of your, most noticeably the flour handprints on either of Peters cheeks, and knew what had happened.

“Oh my God. What happened in here?” May played dumb.

“Fell.” You and Peter said in unison.

“Oh no. Are you okay?”

“Maybe?” You smiled weakly and rubbed your throbbing head. Peter touched his hands, which now felt cold from the absence of you.

“Oh my God. How did you get flour all over your back?” May laughed and turned you around to see the flour Peter had left all over your clothing.

“I’m a messy girl.” You shrugged and hoped she’d buy it.

“Look at that. The flour on Y/n’s butt looks like a perfect handprint. How funny is that?” May laughed again and pointed to the handprint Peter had left on your black leggings. He turned so red that he had to turn around so May wouldn’t see it.

“I’m gonna go potty.” You said quickly and ran to the bathroom.

“She okay?” May asked once you were gone.

“Her? What? Yeah. She’s fine. Nothing weird happened while you were gone.” Peter said a little too quickly.

“Hm. How did that piece of pasta get stuck to the cabinet?” May asked and pointed to the pasta Peter had flung.

“I’m not sure.” Peter lied.

“Are you feeling okay? Your face and neck is all red.” May asked and pressed her hand to Peters forehead. He knew she was getting suspicious and had to think of a lie to get out of there.

“I have to poop.” Peter blurted and walked out of the kitchen.

“Y/n is in there.” May called after him.

“I’ll go to the other bathroom!” He shouted back.

Peter passed the bathroom in the hallway and stopped outside of it. He pressed his ear against the door to try and hear if you were freaking out or not.

Which you 100% were.

“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just kiss him. You slut bag! You hussy! You don’t even know how he feels about you.” You whispered to the mirror. You splashed some cold water on your face to calm down before looking at your reflection.

“Woman up and get your shit together. Go out there and make pasta with your dads girlfriends nephew like a fucking normal person.” You warned yourself in the mirror.

The bathroom door suddenly opened and Peter fell inside. You gasped and pulled him the rest of the way in before shutting the door.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t doing anything!” Peter said quickly.

“What are you doing out here?!” You whispered harshly.

“Nothing! I just wanted to talk!” He whispered back in a panic.

“So you wait outside the bathroom door? What if I was pooping?! You would’ve heard it.” You whispered even louder and angrily shook his shirt.

“But I didn’t.” He said weakly.

“I think I need to go home.” You sighed and left the bathroom.

“Wait, no. Please stay.” Peter pleaded as he followed after you. He caught you in the hallway and gently pulled your arm to get you to stop.

“I can’t. I can’t go back in there. She’s gonna know something sus happened.” You whispered to him and pointed to the kitchen.

“It wasn’t sus. But I really think we need to talk about it.” Peter said and looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You knew he was dying to talk about it and you felt guilty leaving him after what happened.

“Peter, look. I’m really sorry that I kissed you-“

“I’m not.” He cut you off and pushed you against the wall. The interrupted kiss was resumed and even more passionate than the last. He had you up against the wall as he kissed you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. You forgot all about the pasta and your dads warning and just got lost in his touch. You both knew it was wrong and that you could be caught any second, and that’s what made it feel so right. Peter squeezed your hip, signaling you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. You couldn’t feel him smiling into the kiss as he pressed you against the wall. That was the moment you knew you were never giving this boy up, no matter what your father said.

“Peter! Y/n! What happened to my sous chefs?” May shouted from the kitchen. You pulled apart and stared at each other as you caught your breath.

Peter gently set you back down on the floor but stayed in your personal space as he leaned against the wall. You never broke eye contact with him as he fixed a strand of hair that he knocked onto the wrong side of your part. You gulped and smoothed your clothing down before looking away.

“Can we talk after? Please? Don’t go home.” Peter pleased as he buttoned his shirt back up. You looked him up and down and knew you were at his mercy.

“Fine. You’ve convinced me. I’ll stay.” You agreed. Peter smiled in relief and led you back to them kitchen.

“Look who decided to join us.” May smiled proudly and stepped to the side to reveal Happy standing behind her. Peters knees buckled and he immediately fainted onto the ground. You caught him and let him lean on you as you waved your hand in front of his face to wake him up.

“Dad? What are you doing here?” You asked through a big fake smile.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said through an even faker smile.

“I was making Peter with Pasta. I mean, pasta with Peter.” You stumbled over your words as Peter came to and nearly fell over again. You held him upright but his waist until he could stand on his own. Happy was watching the whole thing and growing more suspicious by the second.

“Hm. You didn’t mention you were going over my girlfriends house when you said you were going out. I find that a little strange. Don’t you?” Happy shrugged as he folded his arms.

“Maybe I find you a little strange.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“Now that Happy’s here we’re gonna need some more pasta. Honey, can you knead the rest of the dough?” May asked you.

“Sure. I can dough that.” You laughed nervously. Happy gave you a strange look and you gulped.

“I’m sorry. I kiss-poke. I mean, misspoke.” You gulped again and went over to the dough. Peter went to follow you and earned a longing glare from Happy as he did. The two of you bumped into each other and dropped things on the floor numerous times from how nervous you were now that Happy was there. Once Happy and May disappeared to the couch to drink wine, Peter knew it was safe to talk.

“Stop being weird.” He whispered to you.

“I’m about to murder-suicide us.” You said at full volume.

“Peter, can you help her? You gotta put your elbow grease into it.” May called from the couch.

“Yeah. I can dough that.” Peter replied.

“Stop making dough puns.” You hissed.

“I literally fucking can’t.” He deadpanned. You suddenly felt his arms wrap around you as he put his hands on top of yours to knead the dough.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“Helping you knead the dough.”

“Why wouldn’t you just stand beside me?”

“Because this is how men show women how to do things in rom coms.” Peter said very seriously.

“Okay, but we’re not in a rom com. We’re in real life in your real kitchen with my dad who has a real gun.”

“He won’t shoot me. I’m his girlfriends only nephew. I’m untouchable.”

“And so am I as long as my father is present.” You said and slipped out of his arms.

“Is everything okay over there?” Happy asked from the couch.

“Yes.” You and Peter shouted back in unison. You finished with the dough and brought it over to the pasta maker.

“You better speed run this fucking pasta before I lose my mind.” You whispered in his ear.

“I’m going as fast as I can.” Peter whispered back as he put the dough in the pasta maker as painstakingly slow as possibly. The pasta maker squeaked as he turned the handle and echoed off the walls of the silent kitchen. You could feel sweat running down your face and started to fan yourself.

“I can’t handle this. My dad is gonna know what we did.” You said and gave your hair a stressful tug.

“We haven’t done anything wrong.” He pointed out as he finished up with the pasta. You nodded in agreement and picked up the pasta he had made.

“Yet.” He added and stole a kiss against your neck. You gasped and put your hand where his lips had been.

“What are you doing? My dad is in the next room?”

“I know. That’s what makes it so exciting.” Peter said and leaned in to kiss you again.

“The water should be boiling by now. Can you start putting the pasta in?” May asked as she appeared in the kitchen. You quickly turned around and pretended to be doing something so she wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Sure.” Peter smiled calmly at her and put the pasta into the boiling water. May went back to the living room, leaving you and Peter alone once again. You picked up a wooden spoon and pushed the pasta around the pot in an attempt to look busy.

“I can see you. Stop staring at me.” You said when you felt Peters eyes on you. You looked up and sure enough, he was watching you with a soft expression.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” He said as he walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pulled you into him. It felt nice for a moment but you knew it shouldn’t be happening.

“I am off limits, okay mister? You cannot be staring at me like that.” You whispered and slipped out of his arms.

“Off limits? What does that mean?” He played dumb.

“It means that we cannot happen.” You said and gestured between the two of you. “We can never, ever happen. My dad will reign hell fire on you for even thinking about it. And he’ll reign regular fire on me because I’m his daughter which will be less hot but still really bad.”

“Psh.” Peter scoffed. “I’m not scared of him.”

“You should be. He has access to all of Uncle Tony’s weapons. So unless you want to get blown up or turned inside out, you need to stop. That’s means stop staring at me, stop touching me, and definitely stop kissing me.” You whispered as you got in his face. Peter smirked now that he had you close again and put his hands on your hips. You gulped and looked anywhere but his eyes as he got close to you.

“You want me to stop kissing you?” He asked as he tilted your chin up to look in his eyes.

“Yes.” You replied, but it came out like more of a question than a statement.

“Are you sure?” He asked and moved in even closer. His lips brushed yours when he spoke and you felt your eyelids flutter shut. Right before your lips could touch, you covered your mouth and stepped back.

“No. No more. We can’t.” You said behind your hand. Peter smiled sadly and nodded his head. He looked disappointed but like he understood.

“I know we can’t happen.” He said in a soft voice. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to.”

“It doesn’t matter what we want.” You gently reminded him and nodded towards the living room where Happy was.

“So you want it too?” He asked innocently and tilted his head to the side. You sucked in a sharp breath and thought about the way it felt when he had you up against the wall and how badly you wanted that again.

“Peter.” You breathed out.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful I find you?” Peter asked you. Footsteps approaching made you jump apart and turn your backs to each other.

“Hey guys. How’s the pasta coming?” May asked as she walked into the kitchen.

“It’s coming.” Peter replied.

“It’s definitely pasta.” You nodded in agreement.

“Great. I’ll set the table.” May laughed at your strange behavior and grabbed some plates. Once you were alone again, you answered Peters question.

“Yes.” You told him.

“What?”

“You asked me if I’d want this to happen too. My answer is yes.” You said and looked into his eyes. Peter smiled now that he knew you felt the same but didn’t want to let you off that easy.

“Oh. But then I asked you if you knew how beautiful I found you so I thought you were answering-“

“Shut up.” You laughed as you cut him off. Peter smiled fondly at you from across the kitchen and you felt yourself smile back.

“Do you really feel the same?” He asked, all teasing in his voice gone.

“I do. But I told you, it doesn’t matter what we feel. We can’t date. Ours is a forbidden love.”

“I know. That’s what makes me want you even more.” Peter said with a wicked smile. You stopped leaning on the counter and started to walk to Peter when your dad suddenly walked into the kitchen.

“What are you guys talking about?” Happy asked suspiciously when he noticed the love struck expression on both your faces.

“Dad.” You whined. “Don’t you knock?”

“Knock on what? You’re standing in the middle of the kitchen.” He pointed out. You and Peter exchanged a look, and then you and Happy exchanged a look. Happy looked at Peter and narrowed his eyes, making Peter panic.

“Dinners ready!” Peter shouted despite 75% of the people in the apartment being right in front of him.

“Um, Peter, the pasta is still raw. It’s only been in there a few minutes.” You reminded him.

“Dinner!” Peter said again. “Let’s sit and eat.”

You shrugged and went with it to keep your dad from getting suspicious. You drained the pasta and put it in a big bowl before Peter added the sauce on top. You brought it to the dining table that May had set and put it in the center. Everyone sat down and served themselves some pasta.

“So what’s new with everyone?” Happy asked.

“Nothing.” You and Peter said at the same time. You gave him a look and he gulped nervously.

“Is anything new with you?” You asked May politely.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded. “Talk about yourselves. Tell us everything.”

“Well, um, May and I have been thinking about getting married.” Happy said sheepishly. You spit out your water as Peters jaw dropped.

“Oh.” May smiled tightly. “I didn’t realize we were telling them.”

“Wait, married?” You asked them.

“Yeah. Thinking about it.” Happy nodded as May shook her head.

“But, uh, if you guys got married, what would that mean for us exactly?” You laughed nervously and gestured between you and Peter.

“Well, I’d become Peters uncle, so you guys would technically be cousins.” Happy shrugged as May nodded in agreement. A chill ran down your spine at the use of the “c” word. Peters mouth started to heavily salivate like it usually did before he threw up.

“Cousins?” You choked out.

“Or would they be siblings?” Happy wondered.

“Oh God.” You whimpered. “Not siblings. Anything but siblings.”

“No, just cousins.” May explained. “Because I would become Y/n’s stepmom but Peter isn’t my son so they would be cousins. But you guys could consider each other siblings if you really wanted to. It might be nice to have a sister, right Peter?”

“Stop talking.” Peter said in a grave voice as he gripped the table to keep from fainting again.

“Relax guys. It won’t be too weird. You’re basically cousins already.” May said with an innocent smile.

“Oh no. Don’t say that.” You whispered and clutched your stomach.

“I’m gonna throw up.” Peter said through a gag.

“Why?” Happy asked as he narrowed his eyes at Peter.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t you want to be cousins? It’s just you and me on holidays Wouldn’t it be nice to have a bigger family?” May asked Peter.

“Don’t call us “family”, please.” Peter said and gagged again.

“Yeah, no more.” You pleaded. “Not while we’re eating.”

“Are we missing something?” May asked.

“I don’t want her to be my cousin.” Peter grimaced and shook his head.

“Peter. That’s disrespectful.” May scolded him.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want him to be my cousin either.” You assured her as you wiped some sweat from your forehead. You looked over at Peter and he was just as distraught if you were. He was pale and sweating and extremely close to breaking. You snapped your fingers at him under the table and motioned for him to keep his mouth shut. May and Happy exchanged a suspicion look at the strange behavior in front of them.

“Is there something you guys aren’t telling us?” May asked and leaned on her hand. She stared at Peter, who looked at you in a panic. You shook your head at him, making Happy frown in confusion. He turned to stare at Peter, and that’s what made Peter break.

“I made out with my cousin.” Peter blurted before gasping for air. You groaned and put your head down on the table as May and Happy reacted.

“You what with your what?” May scrunched her nose in disgust.

“You what with my what?” Happy asked and glared Peter.

“Haha. He’s just kidding.” You laughed nervously and waved your hand.

“He better be.” Happy stated without taking his eyes off Peter. Peter was staring all around the room at everything other than Happy.

“This pasta is amazing. Let’s all eat it and stop talking.” You said and shoved some pasta into your mouth.

“It’s a little undercooked.” May commented. “How long did you guys leave it in the water for?”

“Peter?” Happy asked calmly.

“Yes, sir?” Peter answered while looking up at the ceiling.

“Look at me.”

“Yes?” Peter said and looked near Happy, but not at him.

“Peter, look me in the eyes.” Happy commanded. “Right now.”

“I am.” Peter scoffed as he stared at Happy’s ear.

“Not at my ear. My eyes.”

Peter shut his eyes and turned to face Happy head on.

“Open your eyes.” Happy said through clenched teeth. Peter slowly opened one eye, then the other. Happy was glaring at him with a face redder than the sauce May had made.

“Did you make out with my daughter?”

“Which daughter?”

“The one sitting beside you. The only one I have.”

“I don’t understand the question.”

“Let me ask it again then. Did you or did you not make out with my daughter?”

“No.”

“Okay. Good.” Happy nodded in satisfaction.

“She made out with me.” Peter clarified.

“Peter!” You shouted and looked at him.

“You’re a dead man. He’s a dead man.” Happy declared and lunged across the table at Peter.

“Wait! She kissed me! I didn’t kiss her.” Peter defended himself as he scrambled to get out of his chair and run away from Happy.

“You did the second time.” You pointed out.

“Second time? There was a second time?” Happys voice got louder as he chased Peter around the table.

“Daddy, no. Don’t hurt him!” You protested and stood between your dad and Peter.

“Move it, honey. I’m gonna fight him. I’m gonna fight him up real nice.” Happy declared and grabbed the bowl of Italian bread off the table. He started throwing pieces at Peter, but Peter dodged every one.

“Stop dodging my bread!” Happy shouted and threw his last piece.

“Ha! You’re all out of bread.” Peter pointed at the empty bowl before hiding behind you.

“I’ll just have to use my hands.” Happy said and lunged for Peter again.

“Hold on. Step away from my nephew.” May said as she stepped in front of you and held Happy back. Happy stopped trying to attack Peter and caught his breath.

“Happy, you need to calm down.” May told him. “Your daughter isn’t your property. She’s a beautiful young woman. She is allowed to make her own decisions. And that includes deciding who she wants to date.”

“I know that.” Happy sighed. “She just can’t decide on him.”

“Why not, dad?” You asked him.

“For starters, he rented a very inappropriate movie when we were in Germany. No man who respects women would rent a movie called “Grinding Nemo”. I can’t have a guy like that dating my daughter.”

“I was like 15!” Peter whined. “I just bought the first one I found!”

“Grinding Nemo?” You turned and asked Peter.

“It’s like Finding Nemo but instead of fish it was this guy looking for this girls-“

“I don’t even want to know.” You cut him off.

“Happy, you know Peter.” May reminded him. “You know he’ll stop at nothing to protect the people he cares about. She’s in good hands.”

“But why do they have to be his hands?” Happy pointed to Peter and sat back down. You squeezed Peters shoulder before going to sit down beside your dad.

“May is right. You knew I was gonna start dating eventually. And you also know that Peter is a great guy. You should be glad someone like him turned my head. He’s nice, responsible, smart, respectful, and loved by Uncle Tony. So come on, dad. Let me date my cousin.”

“But Tony asked me to look after him. And I don’t always so the best job. I try, but you know he won’t listen if he has his mind set on doing something. God forbid something had ever happened to him….” Happy trailed off and looked down at the ground.

“You’d be letting down the two most important people in your life.” May finished his sentence with a sad smile.

“Its hard for me to remember you’re not a little girl anymore. I thought I would have more time to prepare for this.” Happy admitted. “And I thought Tony would be here to help me. But you’re just growing up so fast. I can’t keep up.”

“We’re both growing up, dad. But we’re doing it together so it’s less scary.” You told him as you put your hands on his shoulders. Happy smiled fondly at you before looking over your shoulder at Peter.

“Do you really like him?” He asked you.

“I do. He listens to me. And he makes me smile.”

“Gross.” Happy gagged.

“Dad.” You whined. “Stop it.”

Happy sighed and looked up at everyone in the apartment. When his eyes landed on Peter, he got up and went over to him. Peter raised his fists in case Happy tried to attack him again, but Happy lowered them.

“Peter, you have my blessing to date my daughter.” Happy said sincerely.

“You have my blessing too.” May spoke up. “But I don’t love the whole cousin aspect.”

“Me either.” You agreed. “Please never get married so we’re never actually cousins.”

“We were never actually talking about marriage. May just said “Aw” during an allergy commercial that showed a wedding.” Happy admitted.

“So we’re good then? We can date without it being incestuous or forbidden?” Peter asked hopefully and wrapped an arm around you.

“I guess so. Just no PDA in front of me, okay? I don’t need to be reminded of this. Ever.” Happy asked and Peter immediately removed his arm.

“No problem, sir.” Peter replied.

“I’m glad that’s settled. Let’s get back to the family dinner.” You smiled and sat back in your seat. Everyone scrunched their face in disgust and you realized your mistake. Calling it a family dinner now that everyone knew you and Peter had kissed and nearly become cousins made everyone a little queasy.

“I, um, I apologize for my choice of words.”

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The Candy Man- Part Three//W.W.

Warnings: mention of weight gain, judging spouse for gaining weight, planning to trick spouse, and some brief but very filthy smut, oral sex female receiving

Your secret affair with Willy went on for several more weeks. It was the highlight of your week, every week. He would bring over his delicious chocolate concoctions for you to try, and you would make love all over your house.

You loved having something to look forward to. You loved having someone that took notice of you, and made you feel beautiful and desired. Willy was charming, of course, but also sensitive and bright eyed, with such a positive energy to be around.

Each moment with him was a slice of heaven. At first, it was all about the sex, and how excited and willing to learn he was. But, in time, you found yourself falling in love.

You weren’t surprised that your husband still had no clue about another man coming over to sleep with you. He hadn't picked up on the exponential change in your mood, or the scent of another man on you, or the little love marks on your body. The man you married wasn’t the brightest bulb on Christmas tree. But he did begin notice that you had gained a few pounds. He made a couple of snide comments about your weight.

You hadn’t really paid attention, but once he rudely pointed it out, you realized that you had plumped up slightly in your belly area. It hurt your feelings, especially since he barely spoke to you and now whenever he did, it was to acknowledge something he viewed as a flaw. You figured the extra weight was brought on by all the sugar you had been eating on account of your lover’s chocolate.

You thought very little of your body’s changes until you missed your period the following week. Your stomach dropped at the thought of being pregnant, but not by your husband. You were worried about what he would do if he found out. You worried for your sake and for Willy's. You decided to call your doctor to be totally sure, and then you’d figure out your next step.

…….

When Willy came by that day, he was smiley as usual and wrapped his arms around you as soon as he entered the house. “I’ve missed you.” he cooed, kissing you with passion. It was difficult to be apart for a week at a time, for the both of you.

“I missed you too, Willy.” you said, squeezing him back as you hugged. “Listen, I gotta talk to you about something.”

“Of course. Is everything okay? Does he know?” There was a sudden urge of panic in Willy’s last question.

“No, no. It’s just…I think I could be pregnant. And you are the father, I haven’t had sex with my husband in months. I don’t know what to do.” you were anxious about your future when it came to this baby. You loved Willy, but you were a kept woman, your whole life could turn upside down as a result of this situation.

Willy's eyes were as big as saucers and he was silent for a moment before he said, “Wow. Okay, okay, listen, everything is going to be alright. Whatever you decide to do, I will support you.” he assured you, taking your hand. “I know that we haven’t known each other very long, but I love you, y/n. It sounds crazy, I know.”

“It does, it does sound crazy. But I love you too, Willy.”

He smiled softly at you, and he pulled you to him, and held you in a warm embrace. He smelled sweet like sugar, but also like fresh cottony linens.

You felt so safe with him, but you didn't know if that feeling could translate into the real world. You life with Willy looked so uncertain at this point.

But, his words of love and support lifted your spirits.

……

The next day, as you suspected, the doctors visit confirmed that you were indeed having a baby.

You spent the next week thinking of a plan of action. You were so torn between your mundane, yet familiar life with your dull husband, and the idea of running away with Willy Wonka. Willy had told you that his dream was to own and run his very own chocolate factory, to share his creations with the entire world.

No matter how big or unattainable his dreams may seem to an outsider, you knew that Willy was the kind of person to not take "no" as answer, and to chase his dreams all the way through to fruition. He was so full of joy and optimism and so easy to love. It would be the greatest adventure to be with him on his candy journey, especially along with your child. You knew that he would be a wonderful father.

But you didn't know how you and Willy would carry on in the meantime, before he found the success he was striving for. You didn't even know where he lived, or if he even had a home. For goodness sakes, you couldn't give birth or raise a baby in the streets!

There was one thing that would inhibit your life going forward with your husband. You were married to a blond haired, blue-eyed man with an athletic body. And you were impregnated by a skinny man with green eyes and dark curly hair. If you wanted to make your husband believe the child was his, you would have to come up with some genetic evidence.

Well, your mother had curly hair, so that could work in your favor. But the green eyes...perhaps those were descended from your father's side, yes, from the great grandfather you never got to meet, as he had died when your father was still small. Your husband would believe you, as he wouldn't have anything to disprove it.

Now, with your plan in your mind, all you had to do was sleep with your husband, to make him believe he impregnated you. The timeline of your fake pregnancy wouldn't line up with the actual one, but you knew that your husband could be fooled easily.

This could work for awhile, you thought, until you and Willy came up with another plan to run away together.

…….

You told Willy everything. You even mentioned that you would have to sleep with your husband for the plan to work. You didn’t want to have sex with him, but you had to at this point.

“I understand, y/n. And I’m not mad at you, but maybe I am little jealous that he will get to be inside you, I have to admit.” he looked down at his hands in his lap, pouting his lip a little, “He doesn’t deserve to be with you. Not in any way. You’re way too good for him.”

“You’re so sweet, honey. We will be out of this situation soon.” you caressed his cheek, smooth and soft to the touch, “You’ll have your own chocolate shop in no time and then, your own factory.” you put your hand on your stomach, “We believe in you, Willy Wonka.”

He grinned, putting his hand on yours, “I can’t wait to meet him, or her. The baby is going to be so beautiful, just like you.”

“I hope they have your curls.” you said, softly brushing your fingers through his silky locks.

Willy blushed, “I still can hardly believe it. I’m going to be a father.” he shook his head, then looked directly into your eyes, “And I’m going to give this child the life they deserve, and you too. Neither of you will have to want for anything, if I have something to say about it. We will have more than we’ve ever dreamed of, y/n.” he declared, leaning in to kiss you most tenderly.

“I’ve been thinking, and I really think that I can help you with the business side of things. You can be the chocolate maker and I’ll be your business partner. That way, it’ll be like we are truly in this together, Willy.”

He smiled from ear to ear, “Pinky promise? It’s the most solemn vow there is.” he held his pinky out and you tucked your own around his firmly.

“Pinky promise.”

…….

You were a little hornier than usual due to your pregnancy, so you and Willy got down to business straightaway after your important conversation. This rendezvous could also help you out by remembering it later in with your husband. Thinking about sex with Willy would make your reactions to Mr. Hudson more convincing.

As you lover went down on you, you threw your head back on the couch throw pillows. You moaned, nearing your orgasm already when Willy suddenly stopped licking. You looked down at him between your legs, “What is it, Willy?”

“Does being pregnant affect the way you taste? Because…” he licked his lips, pondering over your flavor, “you taste…salty, which is unusual, because you’re always sweet.”

You laughed, “I don’t know. I’m sure it can cause a little bit of a change.”

“Oh, okay.” he nodded, “You know, I’ve masturbated to the thought of eating you and chocolate at the same time.” he admitted.

“We can try it sometime, baby. Just keep going for now. I’m so close.” you loved how he felt comfortable enough to admit something so dirty to you, but all you wanted in that moment was for him to make come.

“Yeah, yeah! Right, sorry babe.”

You erupted just moments later and squirted in Willy’s face. You couldn’t get the image of him smirking with your juices on his lips out of your head. It came in handy when you had to seduce your husband later that night. Willy had a way of being encouraging.

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Musings on OFMD Season 2

I’m feeling a bit sad today for the OFMD writers. After rewatching S1 & 2 a couple times, it’s become blatantly clear to me that Izzy’s arc this season was a very obvious love letter to both Izzy fans & the great Con O’Neil. Izzy was very clearly written to be an obstacle to Ed’s healing & personal growth, a snare that Ed needed to be freed from, albeit with plenty of nuance hiding under the surface. It would have been much easier for them to kill Izzy off while he was still the toxic, abusive, sadomasochistic terror of S1E10.

Instead of taking the easy route, though, the writers flipped the trope on its head! They utilized every bit of the potential buried beneath Izzy’s super fucked up shell. This season Izzy got

• a fully fleshed out redemption complete with terrible consequences of his 1x10 actions

• a realization of the possibility of another way of thinking & existing that he’d spent all of S1 running from & trying to destroy,

• genuine love & support from his crew mates which he was actually able to accept,

• exploration of the long abandoned softer side of his nature,

• an apology from Ed w/o first offering one of his own,

• a powerful, devastatingly poignant speech that mentally demolished a new nemesis, and finally

• a beautiful, meaningful death in the arms of the man he’d dedicated so much of his life to, known that he was truly loved by him & completely accepting of the fact that Ed’s love was not in the form he’d always hoped for.

It was so much more than we could have hoped for, and was very obviously done in service to the MANY fans that had fallen in love with Izzy even after S1, as well as to give Con a storyline worthy of his immense talent. Considering the face that Izzy was never going to end up becoming the show’s third protagonist, it was more than we could have hoped for!

OFMD has two protagonists, Stede & Ed. All the secondary character narratives that haven’t directly involved Ed and/or Stede have been icing on the cake, but the cake has always been the Gentlebeard love story. I feel like some people forget this, expecting them to treat the secondary characters as if it were an ensemble show instead of a show with leads.

Izzy’s arc really was an amazing gift! The writers gave us this incredible journey for Izzy this season, and what did a disgraceful number of people do? They attacked David directly, insulted the entire show, the writers, & other characters, even wishing actual harm & misery to other characters or even to David himself!

While I know that comparatively speaking, the percentage of show fans who reacted this way was relatively small, it was still an astounding amount of hatred & vitriol thrown at the people who had obviously worked very hard to give Izzy fans something beautiful to hold on to after his inevitable death. Much of the discourse honestly shocked me, considering the fact that OFMD isn’t even an adaptation of another work.

When fans get angry at shows written as adaptations of books, it’s a bit more understandable for them to have extreme reactions. They’ve had certain ideas and headcanons about characters they’ve felt very strongly about for a long time. It can be really jarring & painful when expectations like that aren’t met, the characters or plots are taken in totally different directions, or even excluded entirely.

OFMD, however, is an original creation. This is David Jenkins’s story. These are David Jenkins’s characters. He knows his story, his plotlines, his characters far better than anyone else does because they came from HIS brain! So while we as fans can have our own interpretations & head canons, they are always going to be at risk of being proven totally wrong by the ACTUAL canon.

One of the worst aspects of fandoms, in my opinion, is the way people become so proprietary over the story & characters, insisting that their own interpretations & theories are the only correct ones, which is exactly what happened with Izzy. Fans’ individual & collective interpretations, theories, hopes, & other head canons became concrete & true in their minds. So much so that when the actual story didn’t meet those expectations, so many of them lashed out in some truly unpleasant, sometimes hateful ways.

My only hope is that the rest of the fandom’s love, appreciation, constructive criticism, heartbreak, pain, joy, & excitement has been enough to drown out the deluge of vitriolic comments directed at David & the other writers.

If you stuck with me through this unintentionally long diatribe, thank you! Maybe take a moment to give the writers some comments or replies on social media, showing your love! I know I will!

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Howdy Pillar x Reader

Warnings: tickling aghahbg, howdy uses his many hands for evil lol, kissy kissy fluff yuhhh, I was gonna scrap this fic n don't wanna look at it anymore so it may have mistakes lol

You and Howdy bake a batch of cookies together, and it is quickly learned how impatient you are.

“And there we are!” 

Howdy placed the sheet of cookies on the stove top, shutting the oven. Two hands rested on his hips, the other pair crossed over his chest, puffed with pride.

 “They look perfect!” He grinned. “Surely because of your help, of course!” He hummed, nudging you gently as you ogled the freshly baked treats.

“They smell so good,” is all you could utter. 

You were so tempted just to grab one of the ooey-gooey pastries, despite the fact it would more likely than not immediately fall apart. Howdy could sense this oozing desire.

“Now, don’t go burning yourself. I know that look of temptation in your eye,” 

Your gaze met his, your eyes widened slightly in surprise. You flashed a sheepish smile, slumping.

“They just look so tasty…” you sighed dreamily, eyes returning to your awaiting prize. The two of you had put so much work into making them. Howdy made a great mixer with all those arms! Made for easy cleanup, too!) How could you not want to test a sample?

“They’re not quite ready yet. Just a little longer, bug,” he assured, watching your hands clench in and out of fists with resistance, finding it to be nothing less than amusing. 

“No touching, okay? I’m just going to run these eggs we borrowed back to Sally, then I’ll be right back!” one of Howdy’s hands set on your back as he moved around you to grab the carton. 

“No touch,” he pointed a finger at you, squinting playfully as the others rested on his hips. He repeated, “I’ll be right back. I’m sure they’ll be cooled by then. Just wait for me,”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up!” You laughed, pushing him along towards the door. 

With a final promise he would return quickly, Howdy was off, leaving you and the cookies alone. Unsupervised…

And man, it was tempting. It really, truly was. You looked over your shoulder at your foe on the stove, glaring. You’ll be mine soon…

You stole a glimpse at the clock, exhaling dramatically. The two of you had already tidied up your mess while waiting for the timer, so what were you to do now? Admire your wondrous creations from afar?

Unable to come up with anything else, that’s quite precisely what you did. 

Your elbows rested on the countertop, chin on top of your hands. The sweet aroma wafted through the house, a gentle breeze flowing in from the open window.

Tick, tock, tick, tock 

The steady click of the clock made time feel like it was moving extra slow. Each second dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Huh. You had less self control than you thought…

Your fingers drummed against the counter. Your toes tapped against the floor. Your eyes darted between the cookies and clock again. Come on, Howdy, what was taking so long?

Another hefty sigh escaped you. A look at the clock, a look at the cookies. Just one couldn’t hurt, right? It was Howdy’s fault you were waiting an eternity!

Despite the slight pit of guilt in your belly, you reached toward the sheet, knowing the satisfaction of the cookie would fill that pit right up. Finally, it was yours!

A hand grasped your wrist, an arm looping your waist.

“Ah-ah-ah,” 

 Whelp, spoke too soon. You tried!

“What do you think you’re doing, you little stink bug?” Howdy hummed, amusement dripping from his tone as he turned you around to face him. Ah. Trapped between him and the counter. Not a good place to be for what you reckoned the consequences to your actions would be

“Come on!” You drew out, giving a pleading pout. “You were taking so long!” 

Please let you be spared, please let you be spared… it didn’t look too promising with the quirk of his brow and smirk he wore.

“I was barely gone five minutes!” He cackled with mirth. “And you know how I feel about thieves,” 

That smirk seemed much more threatening all of a sudden.

“No.” You eyed him warily, knowing exactly what was to come. “Don’t you dare,”

“I think you deserve some form of punishment,” he shrugged with a grin. His upper set of hands had taken yours into his grasp…

“Howdy…” You attempted to reason. “Please!”

No chance.

His fingers glided along your sides, digging into the carefully. You laughed and squirmed, begging for him to stop.

“You need to learn your lesson somehow!” He chuckled, pausing his attack to give you a chance to own up to your actions. “Will you try to defy me again?”

You only giggled, body twisting away with what you knew would come after your response. 

“You’re asking for quite a lot there, mister…” You really weren't doing yourself any favours, were you?

His fingers returned to their attack, poking and jutting into your sides.

“Okay, okay, okay! I yield!” You cackled, the pitch to your voice fluctuating. To your pleas, Howdy paused.

“Have you learned?” He eyed you warily.

“Yes,” you panted out with a grin. “Yes, I have learned.”

“Well, I think you owe me an apology,” he said, “some compensation, you know?” He smiled innocently, earning a roll of your eyes. His hands had found your waist, the two that had trapped your hands trailing to rest on your sides.

“Yeah, yeah. Close your eyes, there, big guy,” you played along, a hand cupping his face. Once his eyes were closed, though, you made your move.

Your free hand snuck to the stove top, snatching up a treat.

“Mm,” you hummed in delight as you took a bite, 

“Why, you deceiving little–”

“Have a taste!” you grinned, pulling him in for the smooch you knew he desired. It took him by surprise, but he was not opposed. 

When you pulled away, you snickered softly at the shock on his features.

“We did pretty good, right?” You flashed an innocent smile, taking another bite.

“I’ll forgive you this time,” he grumbled, cheeks pink and a playful glare on his face. “But you’re a little scoundrel sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

howdy!! I hope you liked this lil oneshot B) this is just something to fill in some space so I can hopefully have some more time to try to get ahead again on wally stuff. I was going to scrap this fic, its been in my docs for like a week and a half or two, n I'm not the biggest fan, but maybe I've looked at it for too long. I'm not sure if I'll write for howdy again, this may be all I've got in me for him, but I hope you enjoyed it B) here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me!

likes and reblogs are extremely appreciated!! DOPAMINE!!! RAGGGHHH!!

Posted Thursday, May 4, 2023, at 12:06 PM

[ladykailitha]

Buckle up, there is a topic I want to rant about today. A few days ago this came across my dash and it reminded me of someone I knew from high school.

There was this kid at my high school everyone thought was a douche. He was good looking, popular, could sing, dance and play an instrument (I think it was guitar, but I don't remember it's been 20 years). He was getting lead roles in the plays as a sophomore (we didn't have freshman in our high schools out here in hick Utah where the running joke has always been we're behind the times by at 20-40 years), he got duck classes because he was getting acting jobs while in school.

We'll call him MH because those were his initials.

He was in my biology class and our science teacher had four groups of four debate creationism vs evolution (you shouldn't debate established fact but whatever). Two groups would be for creation and the other two would be for evolution.

I picked creation because I was a contrary child and wanted to debate the opposite of my actual views. (I was like thatTM) He picked evolution.

We got up and gave our arguments. Now our teacher wasn't a stupid man, stupid assignment aside. He knew his classes. He knew teenagers. He gave them two voting slips. One for who liked the best. Popularity wise. And the other for who gave the best arguments.

Now for some added context, this is Utah. Mormonville. Creation is basically hardwired into our psyche from birth. The chances of EVOLUTION winning was as likely as a pig sprouting wings.

But I was not well liked in high school, I was an epileptic, ADHD, anxiety riddled nerd. So MH's team got the votes for both the best argument and the most popular, because fuck me that's why. (And yeah, this sounds like my anxiety talking, but no these little shits told me that to my face.)

I can't remember how long exactly it was. Long enough that I got over it, but fresh enough I knew what he was talking about. But shortly after this shit show we have a fire drill. It was cold, it was miserable and I was ready to start cussing for the warmth.

MH comes up to me and the two friends I was with and tells me "Hey, I think it was crap that you lost. Your team had the better argument and was better articulated. I just wanted to let you know." And then melted back into the crowd of students.

I didn't think he knew what my name was, if I'm honest. But he came up to me and told me that I should have won. Even my friends were shocked. Now of course I was bitter about losing, because how could I not be? But the fact that the hottest guy in school came up to me and said that? I felt vindicated.

From that day on though? I was a staunch MH supporter. I was tell people that he was probably shy and very busy (you know with the whole acting jobs thing).

TL;DR: high school douche goes out of his way to tell me that I should won the on merit side of a stupid debate and I find out not a douche after all.

So why do I bring this up? Because of Steve Harrington. He has literally everyone saying he was an ass in high school. That he has to atone. But other than some instances where it was absolutely warranted we never really see Steve be a douche. Just typical teenager shit. And every time he does something "bad" he apologizes for it.

But all his friends are still giving him shit about it three years later. But not Jonathan who was an actual fucking criminal. Like he didn't have develop the sex pictures if he was looking for evidence of the thing that took his brother. I've developed film. The negative, while small gives you a pretty good indication of what would develop.

And yeah Nancy forgave him, but no one asked Steve if he forgave him. Because he was in those pictures, too. Steve was just as violated as Nancy was. And if the scene we see is any indication, Steve was probably more predominately featured than Nancy was, because he was on top. Meaning he would have covered her most of the time.

So no, I don't think Steve was a bully. No, I don't think he has anything to atone for that he hasn't already atoned for in fucking spades. I think he was always that same lovable dork he always was and Nancy had nothing to do with his "hero arc". But I have my own thoughts about Nancy that are way too long for this already massive dash stretcher.

/rant end

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This chapter took longer than expected, but here it is! Things are picking up now! Also, who else didn't know giraffes had milk? I certainly didn't think about that, lol.

Enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 4: A Big Night Out, Indeed

Yin woke up to someone gently shaking his shoulder, making him groan sleepily.

"Yin. Wake up. It's time." A familiar voice whispered into his ear, making him open his eyes. Despite his blurred vision, he recognized the gorgeous face looking down at him.

"Willy?" Yin sat up immediately and took in his surroundings. He realized he wasn't in Noodle's room but Willy's room. He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks and neck. Willy didn't seem to notice.

"Come on. I still need your help." Willy told him, gentle smile on his face. Yin pulled himself out of the bed and slipped his boots on. Once he did, Wonka placed his hand on Yin's back as he guided him to the laundry room; an action that made Yin tremble.

"What do you need help with, Willy?" Yin asked as they took a different route to the laundry room where the others, except for Noodle, were getting ready to work.

"I need your help with Tiddles." Wonka replied. Yin was confused, but he let Willy explain. "I have already dealt with Bleacher. Noodle is handling Mrs. Scrubbit. What I want you to do is help me get Tiddles."

Yin was a bit nervous. Tiddles was one aggressive dog, but he shrugged, deciding to trust Willy. "All right. What do we need to do?"

"You'll see." Willy said to Yin before giving him a smile and a wink.

Yin felt a blush creep onto his cheeks and pressed his lips together to prevent any noise from coming out of his mouth. He sighed after a few seconds.

'I really like him, don't I?' He thought to himself before following Willy.

🎵Then you stick it in the barrel

Scrub, scrub🎵

The sound of the workers' familiar singing as Yin helped Willy push a cart.

Then, Willy and Yin went into a separate room of the laundry room. Everyone, to Yin's surprise, was struggling a bit with work today. Willy showed Yin a piece of fabric; Yin recognized at a piece of Willy's pants.

🎵Oh Tiddles

Here's your chance

To chew my mailman pants🎵

Willy shook the fabric towards the sleeping dog. This alerted the pooch, and he started to run towards the two, barking.

Once the dog was in, Willy closed the door. Yin, with some hesitation, jumped and grabbed the dog with all his strength. "Gotcha, big boy."

"Nice work, Yin. I knew you could do it." Willy praised and patted his shoulder.

Yin bit his bottom lip before smiling as he struggled to keep Tiddles calm in his arms. "Now what?" He asked Willy. "Bring him over here. I think it's time Tiddles finds himself a new hobby." Willy with a playful smirk.

🎵Something must be going on

Cause we never change our song

Scrub, scrub🎵

Yin chuckled at his friends. Something was going on already.

Willy took Tiddles and told Yin to close his eyes. Yin did so without question. He heard some mechanical whirring, Tiddles whines of protest, and Willy's humming. After a few minutes...

"All right. Are you ready to see my latest invention, Yin?" Willy asked the pretty young man.

"Yeah. I'm ready." Yin replied.

"Okay. Open your eyes."

Yin opened his eyes, and he gasped. Tiddles was tied up to a machine of Willy's creation. Many spinning mechanisms, items that were previously lying around the wash house, and even a track for a cart. All operated by Tiddles walking, chasing after the same piece of fabric Willy showed him earlier.

"Oh my.... you... you built this?!" Yin asked with surprise and awe.

Willy nodded. "I have mentioned that I am an inventor." Yin chuckled. "Yes, you have. But I never knew in this sense." Yin marveled at the machine. "You are a man of many talents." Yin told Willy.

"Why, thank you, Yin. I'm sure you are as well." Willy said with a smile.

Yin blushed lightly. "Now, one more thing you have to do for me, then the rest is up to Noodle." Willy told him. "What's that?" Yin asked. "Gather everyone so they can see this for themselves." Yin nodded. "You got it!" Yin ran back over to the group who were still a bit confused by why things seemed so different.

"Everyone! May I have your attention, please?!" Yin called out to them.

Everyone looked at Yin. "What is it, Yin?" Abacus asked his figurative son.

"I have a creation I must show you. It's an invention that will make your eyes pop out your sockelets." Yin said with a laugh.

Willy snickered at Yin's choice of words.

"Oh. All right. Let's see what you have to show us. Then, we have to get back to work." Piper told Yin.

Yin nodded and led them to the movable wall where he knew Willy is behind with his invention. He knocked on the wall, giving Willy the signal.

The movable wall opened, showing the other workers what was behind it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you a brand new contraption of my creation. An innovation in laundrification." Wonka presented.

The other workers were very confused but also surprised.

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

"Let me ask you a question. How does Tiddles want to spend all of his time? Chasing after mailmen!"

Tiddles barked in response.

'He actually sounds like an entrepreneur. It's pretty funny but entertaining.' Yin thought to himself.

"And what do Yin and I have to do all day, fellow scrubbers? Please."

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

"But now, with Willy Wonka's Wild and Wonderful Wishy Washy Wonka Walker -- please don't make me say that again! Tiddles gets to run, and Yin and I can have fun."

Yin felt Willy wrap an arm around his shoulders, and he had to keep himself from freaking out.

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

Everyone followed the pair, either curious or ready to scold them as they walked to the dumbwaiter. Willy motioned Yin to go in first. Yin did so, followed by Wonka, after he got his coat, hat and cane.

"Just popping out for a bit. We'll be back before roll call. Until then, Tiddles has agreed to..."

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

The others watched in utter confusion as the dumbwaiter closed.

"Thank you for helping me, Yin. We make a good team." Willy praised Yin as he slipped into the laundry bag he grabbed.

Yin blushed lightly but smiled shyly. "Of course." He replied. "And yeah, we do make a great team." He whispered as he slipped into his respective laundry bag.

Once the dumbwaiter was on the main floor, Yin fell into the laundry cart with the other bags with a thud. Willy followed suit, landing in the cart; but accidentally landed on top of Yin. Yin held back a groan of pain as Noodle pulled the cart of the wash house and towards a nearby alleyway. Once there, Noodle peeked into Wonka's bag.

Willy looked at Noodle. "Really?"

Noodles nodded, and Willy gets out of the laundry bag and hops out of the cart. Noodle then looks again. "Yin? Are you with us?"

Yin peeked out of his laundry bag, the material covering part of his face, where you can only see his (eye color) eyes. He was purposefully trying to hide an obvious blush on his cheeks.

"Yep."

Noodle giggled in amusement, knowing what it meant, before letting Yin escape the confides of the bag and hop out of the cart.

"We did it! Well done, Noodle!" Willy praised the girl.

"I can't believe it worked!" Noodle exclaimed.

"Of course it would work! We do it all the time!" Yin told her with a smile.

Willy exclaimed while taking off his top hat, "Now, wait til you see how much chocolate I made last night! We sell this, and we're gonna -" He paused after pulling out a glass jar. It was completely empty. "Oh no!"

"What's wrong, Willy?" Yin asked.

"Where's the chocolate?" Noodle asked after.

"I don't know how to tell you two this, but... they've been stolen."

"Stolen?" Noodle said.

Wonka hummed in affirmation.

"By who?" Yin asked.

Willy replied, "The Little Orange Man."

"What?" Noodle and Yin said at the same time.

"The Little Orange Man. Didn't I tell you two about him?"

Noodle shook her head. "No, you didn't." She replied. Yin only shook his head.

"He's my nemesis! He's about yay high, comes in the dead of night, and steals all my chocolate. Been happening ever few weeks for the past, ooh... three, four years now." Willy explained animatedly.

Noodle looked like she didn't believe him. "Really?" She asked. Yin, on the other hand, was in the middle. It seemed so random, but he felt like he could believe Willy.

Willy started to speak again, very animatedly. "Sometimes I spy him in that strange realm 'twixt sleep and wake, green hair glinting in the moonlight."

"Green hair?!" Noodle exclaimed in disbelief.

Wonka's tone turned vengeful. "One day I shall catch him, and when I do..."

"Willy? Willy!" Yin snapped the gorgeous boy out of his monologue.

"Yes, Yin." Willy said, back to normal.

Instead, Noodle spoke, "You don't actually expect Yin and I to believe this, do you?"

"Course I do! What other explanation is there?"

"I don't know. That you go to sleep, dream about a little green man..."

"Orange man, green hair." Yin corrected. Willy nodded at Yin.

"... and while you're dreaming, stuff your face with chocolate!" Noodle exclaimed.

Wonka looked mildly offended. "Stuff my face with -" Then he paused and thought about it more. "Actually, that does make a lot more sense. Have I been eating my own chocolate?"

Yin had to repress a laugh at Willy's self-talk, finding it entertaining, endearing, and adorable. Yin shook his head at the thought.

"Why did I ever think this would work?" Noodle asked her.

Wonka was still thinking out loud. "I don't think so." Yin watched Willy think until he heard Noodle again,

"Stupid Silver Linings."

"Hey! There's nothing stupid about his chocolate." Yin defended.

Willy swore he felt his cheeks warm up at Yin, defending him and his creation. "Thank you, Yin." He told him, voice soft.

Noodle looked back at the inventor. "If Mrs. Scrubbit had spotted us, I'd be in the coop right now!" She exclaimed. "And, if she caught Yin, she would've -" She went on but was stopped by Yin grabbing her shoulders.

"Noodle! Calm down. It's okay. She didn't catch us. She won't ever." Yin reassured his friend, rubbing up and down her arms comfortingly.

Noodle looked at her friend, inhaled, and exhaled softly before nodding at him. "Thanks." She whispered. Yin nodded back at her.

Willy spoke up. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? But we can make more chocolate. The only problem is I'm all out of milk."

"That's not a problem." She went over to a door that had milk bottles on the steps and took one. "Milk."

Horrified, Willy takes it. "A), that's stealing." He puts it back. "And C), Willy Wonka does not use any old cow's milk. For this particular creation, I require the milk of a giraffe."

Yin had to stop himself from giggling at Willy's reaction to the milk stealing idea. He found it endearing that Willy didn't want to steal from people. But when he hears about the giraffe part, he looks at him.

"Wait.... giraffes have milk?" He asked softly, more to himself.

Noodle realizes it's easier not to argue with Willy. "Okay, fine. As a matter of fact, there's one at the zoo."

"Bingala!" Willy exclaimed and started to stride off down the alley. Yin let out a muffled snort.

"But a), the zoo's not that way..." Noodle said.

Willy turned back. "Gotcha."

"... and b), they're not just gonna let you just walk into her and milk it."

Yin nodded. "She has a point."

Wonka didn't seem fazed. Instead, he only smiled. "That, my dear friends, is why we're very lucky that little orange man didn't find this."

He tapped the top of his cane. It opened up, revealing a single chocolate in a tiny box.

"What is it?" Yin asked curiously.

"You'll see." Willy told him with a smile.

(Time skip)

It was now nighttime, and Yin and Wonka stood far away as they waited for Noodle. It had begun to snow as they did. Yin loved the snow, so he was mostly distracted as Noodle talked to the security guard.

"You love snow?" Willy asked, shaking Yin out of his trance. He looked at the beautiful magician and nodded his head. "Yeah. I always have." He replied softly. Willy gave him a gentle smile that made Yin's heart skip a beat. But before he could say anything else, Noodle came back. Willy turned to her.

"Well done, Noodle."

"Thanks. What was that chocolate really?" She asked. Yin, now paying attention, was curious about it too.

"It's called "A Big Night Out," a single chocolate that perfectly mimics a night on the town." They looked at the security office, seeing the guard's silhouette behind the blind.

"The outer layer is champagne truffle." Willy explained.

The guard put the chocolate in his mouth. "Ooh! Lovely!"

"Next comes a layer of white wine. Then red. That's when the singing and dancing start." Willy continued.

After he said that, the guard started to sing and dance. "We're gonna have a party tonight!"

"It's when he hits the layer of whiskey fudge he'll get emotional." Willy kept going.

On cue, the guard slumped into his chair, weeping. "She was the one woman I ever loved!"

"He might do something reckless." Willy warned.

The security guard then picked up a phone and dials. He started talking to this girl named Gwen, or Gwennie, as he called her and proclaimed his love for her.

Yin couldn't help but start snickering at the scene. It was just too funny. He had to hold onto something to keep himself from falling. Luckily, Willy and Noodle both grabbed an arm, keeping him steady until he stopped giggling. Willy found it adorable.

"Finally, he hits some old port from the back of the cupboard and..." Willy paused, then the guard passed out.

Noodle and Yin were impressed. "That's a pretty powerful chocolate!" Noodle exclaimed. "Thank you." Willy said.

"He will be alright, won't he?" Yin asked. Despite him laughing at the guard's expense, he was still concerned about his well-being.

"Of course! At the center is a tiny aspirin, which fizzes on his tongue as he sleeps. He'll wake up in the morning with an aftertaste of shame and regret, but come five o'clock tomorrow, he'll have a strange urge to do it all again." Willy explained as he went to the security window and pulled a lever, opening the zoo gate.

Yin was floored. 'He's a genius! And thoughtful!' He thought to himself. 'How is he so perfect?' Yin shook his head again at the thought and followed Willy and Noodle as they entered the zoo.

[shawty-writes-a-little]

From Eden 2.

Part 1 Part2 Part3 Part4

Darkling x brekker!reader

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: fake deaths? Aleksander? He comes w his warnings S2 SPOILERS

Summary: The brekkers aren’t well with expressing concern without scowls and Aleksander haunts her dreams…but is it a dream?

An: ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!

—

From what y/n could gather of passage of time through the light of lamp lit street to sun rays, it was nearly about two days she was locked up where she was. When she was taken away she couldn’t gather where she was, but by the looks of the place from outside it seemed like a work space and where she was locked in was like a storage unit. Not difficult for Kaz to figure out either, pekka wouldn’t keep her at any obvious locations, Nina used one of wylan’s creations to help unlock the numbered storage under Pekka’s name which Jesper found out about. Nina escaped alongside y/n as Kaz outwitted pekka to escape the office of paperworks.

Everyone was quite out of state when they reached the cemetery, a certain new safe space that Kaz held. Even the wraith was hurt of the fight from the mad man. The entire walk to the shed at cemetery neither of them said anything, a sharp frown on both the brekker siblings’ faces.

As Y/n sat on the small of a seat inside the shed next to a lantern Kaz leaned to her level and roughly with his gloved hand moved his sister’s face from the jaw a bit to see her injuries, the punches and supposed beating from pekka’s men, it hurt more than Kaz’s pride. That was his family, the one person he had sole responsibility over to not get hurt and that’s what ended up happening. Being the man he was, always his expression unreadable, however as of now he gritted his teeth and called our “Nina.” And backed away for her to heal y/n. It seemed he was furious, he often let what he felt show on his face.

The small of the shed lit with three lanterns fell silent as Nina tended to Inej and y/n. Y/n gestured for Inej to be looked at rather immediately because her wounds were fresh and deeper whilst she had been quite alright pressing against most her wounds and the cuts on her face. “Two days…” Kaz breathed “Two days you have been back in ketterdam and you get kidnapped. Your favourite sport it seems?” Kaz taunted his sister, everyone had had quite the day and Kaz wasn’t one to point fingers for casualties and mistakes but his fear of loosing his sister resulted into suppressed anger of why she was lost in the first place.

“Oh?” y/n scoffed “Why I am really sorry Kaz…I am really sorry of all the bad blood you have with the entire population of ketterdam got to me. Let’s see next time when you’re outnumbered by a group of muscular men twice your size and the whole stadwatch apparently whe—“

“I would never end up the way you did.” Kaz stated interrupting her midway. Inej and Jesper shared a look with another that read how much they dreaded being here for the siblings quarrel.

“Surely.” Y/n nodded “You most definitely would’ve ended up worse than me because you are far more dislikable than I am.” Y/n added with a shrug, with that Nina snorted a bit as she continues to concentrate on inej’s wounds.

“You were placed in the smallest of room, most undisguised underground place we could find yet you managed to get yourself kidnapped!” Kaz replied running a frustrated hand through this hair “Quite the talent you have!”

“I wasn’t even on the streets…I was walking the hallway of the shady underground hotel you placed me in and the stadwatch were patrolling inside the hotel could you imagine?” She replied defending her circumstances. She wasn’t even aware of the weight of the problems on them by pekka at the moment so she truly did not believe strolling the small hallway to clear her mind would do any harm.

“What part of not to leave your room did you not understand?” Kaz replied raising his brow, more so agitated now.

“You did not tell me the stadwatch was after us, you did not tell me pekka was after us, you did not tell me about the crow club! You never do and that’s your problem you never explain any circumstances to me! You simply expect me to be the seven year old again in some cottage where you’d put bricks by the door and tell me not to leave?” Y/n replied, growing up after Jordie, Kaz picked up on his traits of keeping their siblings safe in ketterdam. The last place for children to be alone and safe but somehow Kaz managed from shelters under long stairways to footpaths to abandoned cottages every unfortunate place until he got where he was. It was a difficult long childhood of ‘y/n don’t open the door for anyone but me’ ‘don’t peek through the window’ ‘don’t answer if anyone is at the door’ ‘hide here if someone breaks in’. It was difficult but the two Brekkers grew up in the time and made it out of the hard childhood. It was very nerve wrecking and full of anxiety for Kaz to leave his sister alone whilst he worked here and there so the two could eat and frightening for little y/n to wait in an empty cold place hoping her brother could make it back. However things had changed by far better for them over the time and as of now y/n hated how Kaz viewed her as the vulnerable responsibility of his again but in truth when Y/n was kidnapped Kaz just felt like that child again anxious and worried the whole day if his sister was alright. “If I am that much of a responsibility and a bother to you why didn’t you just leave me on the other side of the fold!”

“It’s almost as if your stupidity spreads because I truly regret not doing so!” Kaz replied with a scoff as he left the room and after a long awkward silence Wylan and Jesper followed him out too.

As Nina wrapped up Inej both of them shared a sympathetic look to y/n aware that kaz’s last words must’ve stung a bit but y/n’s face wasn’t phased at the slightest. She had known Kaz and all his outbursts all her life, not that it didn’t hurt at the moment she was familiar with everything hurting she almost didn’t care to encounter with his words. With Aleksander’s passing, she was simply numb at the time, Nina began to heal y/n’s wounds and her cuts but all she could think of was Aleksander. Every moment spent with him flashing across her mind however much she wanted it to stop. She shifted in her place for Nina to work on her wounds and her touch took her back to certain moments.

“You are exaggerating!” Y/n exclaimed as Aleksander placed her on their bed gently, quite the upset frown on his face as he didn’t utter a word. There had been a certain casualty on one of the second army bases and y/n had gotten hurt, not something of a large extent yet Aleksander was unsettled far more than she was.

“Told you not to.” He muttered in a hushed quite cross-with-you way. He crouched on his knees by the side of the bed to attend the wounds on her face again after the healers had done so already. Y/n was aware she couldn’t ask him not to, he treated the slightest of scratch on her like his own. “Does that hurt?” He asked flatly as he gently rubbed the ointment by cut.

“I am alright Aleksander truly I understand you worry-“ she tried to explain to him but he wasn’t having any of it.

“You were bleeding y/n you are anything but alright.” Aleksander said interrupting her, “I just don’t understand what was the need for that huh? The troop could have handled themselves, what if you would’ve been injured far worse? What if the healers weren’t around to get you so fast?”

“Well I am not injured far worse and the healers were around.” Y/n stated with a shrug and a suppressed chuckle escaped her as much as she wanted to appear serious about her well being to Aleksander she couldn’t help but find his made up worse possible scenarios excessive.

“It isn’t funny y/n!” Aleksander exclaimed. “It wouldn’t be funny if you were seriously injured and I wouldn’t be funny if I had lost you alright?” He spoke agitated standing up as he turned away from her, getting difficult to look in the eyes of his love realising he’d almost lost her.

“Aleksander…” Y/n exhaled softly and stood up taking a small step to reach him and tried to make him face her by placing her hands by his shoulders but his firmly did not, “Aleksander look at me.” She asked him and forcefully got him to turn around to face her. “I am alright, flesh and bone. I am in front of you I am alright—I understand your worry I truly do but if you worry about the littlest of injuries on me you—“

“How can I not? My entire world lies within you!” He sighed and took her hands in his, he knew she wasn’t wrong with whatever she was promoting to say but at the same time they wasn’t anything she could say that would ever get him to not worry, ever get him to sleep alright any night she is away from her on army bases, “I don’t even want to go that far but everytime you end up in some casualty the mere thought of loosing you…just makes me-I don’t even want to think of a world where you don’t exist. It’s pointless existence, it’s dark, it’s excruciatingly lonely and with you it’s not so I apologise if you feel like I overbear you with my worry but is it not possible for a man drunk on love to hold his beloved as if he’s holding the whole world?”

Aleksander had said that day, where was he now? Where was he now to hold his world? Made it an immense thing for never having to be in a world without her did he not consider the same for her? True love consumes one’s soul, he made every whim and every inconvenience fade away…then he fades away himself. A place he’d never come back from. How could he simply just leave her for herself, she hoped for the circumstances to be reversed, her to die for once whilst he would be alive to deal with the hurt. The painful reality.

“Y/n!” Nina exclaimed pulling her out of her thoughts as she blinked her eyes for a moment and looked back at the heartrender, still solemn and neutral as if the most fond memories of her love didn’t haunt her mind, a trait like kaz’s…never let it show on your face. “Where did you just leave for a second saints…” she exhaled and finished the last of wrapping on her wounds. “There…that’s done! Are you alright?” Nina asked her and shared a look with Inej, they both saw how she looked confusedly out of place.

“Yes, doesn’t hurt.” Y/n replied with a shrug keeping her answer short, staring off into the stone wall.

“But are you alright?” Inej asked furthering Nina’s previous question with a different tone, she meant to look out for kaz’s sister just as much as she would for him. She is all family he has left, at the end of the day the void of family was always so heavy “Don’t pay much mind to what Kaz said, he didn’t mean it.” Inej said trying to console y/n who let on to be alright but was upset and seemed visibly annoyed at kaz’s remarks. If only she’d known.

“He is right though…I should’ve stayed at that side of the fold.” I should’ve stayed with him, I should’ve gotten a proper goodbye. All those morose thoughts occupied her head yet if she didn’t say it herself nobody would suspect it in their wildest dreams what she had indulged in. For now she felt it pointless to tell anyone either ways, Kaz would find her stupid given he already did and the others would show their pity and try hard to be sorry for her loss yet her grief was her own. Not as if their sympathy could bring him back and not as if their words would make her feel better. It was all her own.

—

On further days Kaz had y/n stay in wylan’s little laboratory given he had a clean slate out of stadwatch record and the crows were subjected to check in time to time so it was the safest place he could arrange at the moment, on the little couch in the damp laboratory of Wylan’s, Kaz had crouched to the ground strapping some knives on her sister’s boots “Oh how smart is that Kaz if someone were to attack me it would just take me about ten minutes to kneel, undo my boots, undo the knots on the knife, unsheathe the knife and stab them! How clever! Given just keeping a knife in my hand would take me about a second but why risk that? We’ve to ensure I end up almost dead again so you get to—“ y/n was about to taunt him sarcastically even more as Kaz tightly secured the knives by her boot and handed her one in her hands.

“I borrowed these from Inej.” He said and placed another one on her side “The ones on your boots are back up knives, keep these handy…” he said pointing to the ones he just placed by her sides and stood up with his cane back on his feet, “You are aware how to use them?” Kaz asked, he knew she was but he wanted to mock her on how he had to ask to ensure that. Typical sibling way.

“I don’t know I think I need to recall…maybe I can try the pointy end of knife on that Sokol river eyebrow of yours as practise?” She snapped at him turning the sheathed knife between her fingers.

“My eyebrows are perfectly normal.” He scoffed turning away from the couch she was sitting on and gave a nod to wylan as he left after giving him some instructions of what more he’d wanted of his lab sorcery.

—

After a few visits from Jesper and Inej here and there Wylan’s rants about certain chemicals and portions as he worked finally tired y/n as she dozed off on the couch on the underground laboratory. In her dream she found herself in council chambers. Council chambers she was familiar with it was a second army tent, dark outside with a lantern in her hand. She saw herself walk inside the tent as a voice called out in the dream, “My love…” said he as he walked out of the shadows. Aleksander.

For a moment she saw herself in the dream just pause, considering everything she was considering at the moment, throwing something at him—herself perhaps, shouting at him, crushing him for leaving her, “Aleksander.” She breathed as he walked across the table to her closer proximity.

“My my…” he spoke grimacing as he softly placed his hand by her cheeks to examine her cuts “Look at what they did to you.” He said to y/n as she stared at him, what hurt far worse was seeing him in her dreams knowing this is the only place she could do so.

“You left me…” her voice trailed off ignoring her remark as she looked away from him not meeting his gaze. “After everything…you made the selfish choice, you’ve left. You’ve left this world leaving it for me to exist alone…without you.” She complained, she did this in her head all day, this was yet another fragment of it just in her sleep she gathered. Her mind trying to comfort her, visualising the voice of her complains.

Aleksander took her hands in his gently, his touch, his touch felt so real, so longed as if she had been home for the first time but in the back of her mind she was aware this wasn’t real “You took off the wedding ring…” he pointed out with a hushed tone, not upset nor angry just solemn understandingly sad tone.

“You abandoned me…” y/n repeated the subject she brought up, she took her hands out of his and gripped the collar of his kefta “You abandoned me! You died…you made promised-you-I loved you..I-I love you! And you aren’t here you died you’ve left me and-“

“I am here aren’t I?” Aleksander reminded her gently bringing her face to look at him, look at him in the eyes. With a soft smile he tucked the strand of hair behind her ear, he seemed his relaxed self, as if this was one of the serene evenings at little palace.

“No you’re not…” she said letting out a dejected huff and tears prickled her eyes. Arguing with her own mind is what this would be given it was her dream yet Aleksander seemed so…himself.

“I am.” He corrected her “I am right here for you…I-I wouldn’t ever leave you. Didn’t I promise you that?”

“You promised me and yet you left…” she repeated as if to herself, getting her mind to confirm over and over he is gone and to accept that. “You…why are you doing this?” She said moving away and rubbed her eyes, “The ghost of you is haunting my dreams…” she groaned cursing her mind playing tricks on her.

“Y/n listen to me…” This time he firmly placed his hands on her shoulders and made him face her “I haven’t left you. I’m not gone…” with that he simply vanished and y/n breathed heavily jolting out of her dream. It was a dream…It was a dream? It took herself a few moments to come to terms with that herself and get used to the surroundings as she found Jesper and wylan by her side staring.

“Are you alright?” Wylan asked as she jumped out of her seat on the couch, baffled but settled into reality her heart raced so fast.

“You look like you were being chased by wild dogs in an open field!” Jesper commented at her frantic state but she was too out of mind to register that.

“What does that even mean?” Wylan asked Jesper quite confused at his phrasing.

“What like you haven’t ever been chased by dogs in an open field?” Jesper asked in a matter-of-factly manner.

“You could’ve just said she looked like she ran a lot what does being chased by dogs even have anything to do with this?” Wylan asked raising a brow, both of them indulged in petty debate as y/n panted leaning forward on Wylan’s desk for support “Ah don’t go near that!” He exclaimed as he stood up and moves the sizzling portion rack away from her, “Still are you alright? It looks like it was a bad dream…”

“You can talk to us about it if you want to.” Jesper offered her with a comforting smile.

“No-no—I uh-I am fine I just need some air.” Y/n replied out of breath and rushed to leave the lab leaving Jesper and Wylan confused and concerned.

—

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Fireworks

Lau knew his Master Chef very well. He knew his Former American Soldier very well. He knew his Bardroy.

The man wore most of his true emotions on his sleeve and when something delighted or displeased him he made sure everyone knew.

(Sometimes when they really didn't need to..)

And Lau was very confident in his very good idea that the Phantomhive Chef, Ex Soldier, and American would love seeing a real firework show.

With the kind of beautiful creations directly from Lau's home.

And maybe, seeing as it was a warm Summer evening, they go stay outside under the stars and fireworks and eat some of Lau's favorite home recipes!

So, the Opium den closed early and Lau and his dear sister headed off.

Confidence and good tidings radiating from their entire entorage as they headed out of London and to the Phantomhive Manor out in the countryside.

"Ah, fireworks," the butler repeated the Rising Dragon's explanation as he greeted him at the front door.

"And quite a few of them, you see, Mister Butler! To last as long as a lovely evening outdoor dinner party!"

"Hmm? And I imagine you've brought your own dishes for this dinner party as well?"

"Here they are, all made today before coming by me!"

Lau felt like congratulating himself on putting out such a perfectly docile demeanor this evening in front of the scary, cold stuff upper lip Mister Butler.

After another few agonizing seconds of said Head Servant standing there, practically barricading the entrance as he contemplated this new predicament, finally a softer, higher voice broke the stand-off.

"'Oos that Sebastian? O-Oh! Mister Lau and Ran Mao!!"

Met Rin squeezed her tiny self between the doorway and the suddenly for some reason floundering Mister Butler, smiling as bright to the guests as a full new moon.

"What brings you lot here? Young master 'asnt had need of yer services for a spell, from what I recall, no he hasn't!"

"Well let's just say this attempted visit was for pleasure, Miss Maid! And, if I may, it is so nice to see you again. I'm sure Ran Mao and you have a lot of catching up to do!"

"Ooh, yes that sounds lovely, it does!! Oh, we could even have dinner together, we could, since it's 'round the time us servants eat an' all, right Sebastian??"

Another second passed, Mister Butler now looking less and less intimidating under the big, brown pretty awaiting gaze of Miss Maid.

He finally sighed.

"....Yes, I suppose so, considering Mister Lau appears to have brought special home made dishes to share, as well as some.. fireworks to show."

"..Fireworks??"

"All directly brought over from China!" Lau confirmed.

The maid's eyes seemed to grow bigger by the second, as well as her smile seeming to take up the entirety of her lower face.

"Well, let's see if we can carefully get the fireworks out into the back yarded area, I suppose," Mister Butler sighed once again, as if this would actually be a hard task for him.

And halfway getting around the manor with the wagon of fireworks, soon the Gardener Boy joined the group, and then the Snake Boy too.

Soon all the bunch were chattering with delight of the idea of an evening of dining outside and seeing fireworks!

All.. except...

"Beg pardon, Mister Butler, Miss Maid and er you other two.." Lau spoke up as they were all finally out behind the large estate and Mister Butler was taking the fireworks out of the wagon, "where is Master Chef? You would think he'd be just as all over this idea as the rest of you, right??"

Mister Butler paused while setting another firework down.

Miss Maid froze up as she was busy deciding which yummy looking Chinese dish to try first from the basket Ran Mao showed her.

The Gardener and Snake Boys seemed suddenly ready to run back inside where they'd come from.

"I do believe Bardroy will likely not be joining us for this little event, Mister Lau,"

"....O-Oh?" The Rising Dragon certainly felt like he was going to rapidly fall.. if this went in the direction he was already suspecting it would.

"Erm, 'e... 'e probably wouldn't like the fireworks, Mister Lau.. Uh, I mean, well.. the sounds of 'em, I mean... No he wouldn't."

Lau tried to laugh in the face of this information, if a bit forcefully.

"That's quite a silly assumption, given that the man's dealt with explosions far greater than this many times, has he not??"

"Perhaps so, but I believe the rapid, loud bursts and booms of a firework display would still unnerve him after so many long years of similar situations... if deadlier."

"And um, the recent times 'es been able to deal with it, I think it was more controlled, and he set the explosions off 'imself, he did, and um, it wasn't somethin' happenin' overhead like a firework would be, no it wasn't!"

The two head servants and their explanations.. annoyingly made sense, and Lau found his frustration rising over reason in this situation.

"Well, there's only one way to see for ourselves if this is all true, yes? I'm sure it'll be no trouble to see if he'll try coming out and enjoying the show. So, let's go ahead and start! And I'll slip on in and find Master Chef!"

Mister Butler and Miss Maid were sharing looks with each other as Lau marched off right away to head inside and hunt down his actual intended audience.

Just inside Master Chef sat, at a kitchen chair, feet up on the table and crossed half-hazardly, while his bare arms were crossed over his chest and he puffed away at a smoke.

Likely wondering where dinner was.

Where everyone was.

"Good evening, Master Chef," Lau chirped.

And felt his spirit soar once again when the man nearly collapsed out of his seat.

"Uh- Wha- What the 'ell are you doin' 'ere Lau??"

Lau chuckled.

"Looking for you to be specific. You're missing out on a big show that's about to start right outside, you know!"

"A big show?" The chef repeated, utterly confused, "What kinda show are ya talkin' bou-"

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

The first fireworks went off perfectly, and even if just at the corner of his vision, Lau could tell they were a bright, beautiful sight to behold out there as they lit up the Phantomhive Grounds sky.

But, as Lau proudly absorbed the expected "OOOOs!" and "AAAAHs" of the others getting front row seats out there, what he didn't expect to also hear underneath was a clacking, clacking, clackety noise and rapid panting breaths.

And Master Chef was no long even remotely near his aforementioned seat, but now even further away, near the other exit into the rest of the manor, pressing himself up against the wall, practically.

The clacking being his handgun he'd snapped out and held up close to himself.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Went another set, and this time Lau didn't bother listening or seeing any of it, as he busied himself watching Master Chef flinch at every one, and sink slowly down while still against that wall.

His face the face of a man absolutely haunted.

"M-Master Chef I-" Lau started, lifting his arms and hands.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Bardroy shut his eyes at this point, still flinching.

Lau's arms and hands curled back, uncertainty riddling him over what to do....

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Until he decided to risk it.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Diving towards the curled up man.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

And setting before him.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Ignoring as this seemed to make him jolt too, and the gun in his head started to point out close to Lau's chest.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Bard's mouth opened and a primal yell of fear escaped him, his eyes popping open again.

BOOM

But this time all he saw instead of bright flashes out the kitchen window was..

BAM

Was...

CRASH

...Lau.

BANG!

His hands covered up Bardroy's ears firmly.

And he pressed his own face very very close.

He spoke low even if he doubted the man could hear him.

"Duìbuqǐ" He whispered, more than once it seemed.

Over and over, and even when the other man was shaking no longer.

And it seemed the.. fireworks had finished.

"...H-Huh??"

The chef hissed out, blinking.

He finally seemed to notice Lau pressing his face close and covering his ears.

"Uh... I couldn't 'ere ya when you do that.."

Lau smiled.

Laughed.

Let out a deep breath of relief.

And kissed his Master Chef on the lips.

This seemed to melt the man before him even more, his hands with the gun lowering entirely.

And yet Lau had never been concerned where that had been pointed.

He pulled back, only to push back in for one, two, three more smaller kisses.

"I was trying to explain the arrangement of an evening out with Home Made Chinese Dining and entertainment on display..."

Lau leaned back further and smiled sheepishly.

"However, I think we just missed the entertainment."

"O-oh..."

Was all Bardroy could get out, blinking again.

But looking up into Lau's face hopefully with his big clear blue eyes.

"But is the dinin' is still available? I uh, don't mind that stuff one bit, y'know.."

Lau grinned this time.

"I know you don't, and I'm glad for that at least. Let's see then, if there's anything still left, eh?"

And this finally got Master Chef to follow him, with no issue, outside and join the others.

After Note: From what I've looked up to the best of my ability 对不起 (duì bù qǐ) is meant to be a very deep apology for messing up! And I imagine someone like Lau rarely ever says it! Unless they REALLY mean it 😉

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Chapter 11 - Go on darling (written)

₊ ⁺ pairing: Jay x fem!reader

₊ ⁺ genre: brothers bestfriend!au, college!au, neighbors/strangers to lovers!au

₊ ⁺ warings: mild angst, lowkey parent manipulation, sibling death, strong and suggestive language, smut

₊ ⁺ synopsis: you move from sydney australia to seoul to get your degree, what will happen when you spill coffee on a handsome stranger?

₊ ⁺ taglist: open - updates every monday and friday - might update on other times if i want a chapter out sooner rather than later

₊ ⁺ word count: 3,8k

₊ ⁺ note: our first written chapter! it's the only one for a while, so i really hope you enjoy it.

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You had posted the photo of your dress on instagram, and stood in the bathroom of your apartment, biding your lip in suspense. 

You hoped that he wouldn’t see it. You hoped that you got to see his face as his eyes landed on you for the first time, wearing one of your own creations. And for a few seconds you considered if it were better to delete the photo. 

Incredibly enough you felt relaxed and ready for a night wearing the highest of heels. It felt like you had been running around after the guys, steaming shirts, finding jewelry, styling hair. Normally this work would’ve been one for a small army, but you had a vision, and for that to come true, you needed to be the one to do this. 

A small knock on the bathroom door pulled you from your daydreams of how the night might progress. You hoped that your hard work would pay off, and that people would compliment the guys for their looks. and you hoped you might get a chance to dance with a certain heir. 

“Can I come in?” Jungwoon asked through the door. 

You felt how you were suddenly very aware of the design you had made, you were suddenly aware of all the hours you had spent over these last few weeks, and how afraid you were that people wouldn’t find the dress as beautiful as you did. 

“It’s open!” You called back as you decided to figure out what earrings would look good with your updo. It was a desperate attempt to keep yourself busy as her friend entered the room. 

The door slowly crept open, and the catlike man suddenly stood in its opening. 

“Oh…” he almost whispered as you came into view, but the sound was still loud enough for you to hear. 

You looked at him, worry painted all over your face. Was it too much? Was it not enough? Did it hug your figure in all the wrong places? Did you need to get rid of the gloves?

He caught on instantly, and sent a huge smile your way, one that quickly calmed your beating heart. You had never been more beautiful than you were right now, and he had never been prouder of you. 

The four of you all matched. It had been your intention that you would all look like you’d belong together, like pieces of a puzzle. But was it too obvious? Maybe not even obvious enough that all the pieces belonged to the same ‘mini collection’. 

“You look so beautiful” he walked towards you and before you knew it he had pulled you in for a hug. “God damn you’re talented!” He almost screamed. 

You heard the sudden movements of your two other besties' bodies, one clearly falling off the couch, and before you knew it, they were standing in the door opening to the bathroom. 

“Oh wow!” Sunoo said with huge eyes, his hands slowly creeping up to cover his shocked face. 

Niki didn’t speak per say, he just took you in, analyzing the design of the dress with a sly smile on your lips. 

“Everyone is gonna fall in love with you tonight” He then said, a smile reaching his eyes as he pulled Sunoo close to his chest in pure excitement. The two of them couldn’t help the laugh that escaped them. 

“Well we better get going. We don't wanna be late!” You said and hurried past the three men, all of them following close behind, making sure that they didn’t step on the trail of your dress. 

_____ 

Before you knew it you had arrived at the gala. It was a private event, only a few paparazzis and journalists were allowed out front. Still you couldn’t help the constant bounce of your legs as you were sitting in the limousine, waiting to be dropped off. 

Jungwoon laid one of his hands on your knee to calm it. “You need to stop doing that.” He had always found it incredibly annoying whenever you began, but he also understood that it was a way for you to calm your own nerves. 

You nodded, and he sent you a small smile for reassurance. Hoping it was enough for you to finally calm down a little

“It might be your first red carpet, but something tells me it won't be your last” Niki said, as he offered you his arm to hold, right before the door of the limo was opened. He had always been your biggest cheerleader, and in some ways you saw the younger man more as a brother than as a friend. 

“Don’t focus on the lights, if you do they’ll end up blinding you” he whispered in your ear, right before the lights started flashing.  

People were yelling at Niki, yelling at you, yelling at the boys, bombarding you all with questions. And for the first few seconds you found it hard to focus. But as soon as Jungwoon had offered you his other arm to hold, you felt more relaxed, and decided you might as well enjoy the moment. 

Before you knew it, Niki had given you to Sunoo, separating the two of you from one another. He sent you an apologetic smile and said: “I’ll have an interview in a few, so I’ll see you guys inside okay?” You saw a flash of worry in his eyes, but you quickly gave his hand a little squeeze of reassurance. 

“See you inside,” Sunoo said as he sent Niki a smile that was quickly returned.  

“Don’t worry, I’ll sing your praises to anyone who asks me who I’m wearing!” He yelled as he neared the red carpet stairs that led to the entrance. And before you could even answer him, he was halfway to the top, the lights following him wherever he went. 

Niki had been born for the spotlight. He somehow fitted in on this red carpet. It was as much a performance for him as being on stage was. 

You posed for a few photos with your best friends, and before you knew it, you were completely content being the focus of all the blinding lights. Especially when your biggest supporters were right there with you. Making you smile and laugh through it all. 

“Let’s go” Jungwoon said, and the two men started leading you towards the tall stairs, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. 

As soon as you were able to see the doors you spotted him. There he was, as beautiful as ever. 

His hair was dark and swept away from his face, leaving his forehead exposed with just a strand of hair out of place. His lips were curled in a smile as he looked at his father who was speaking to a journalist. 

Him and his parents stood a few meters closer to the door, cameras and microphones and phones all looking in their direction, all trying to get the latest scoop on one of Korea’s most influential families. It suited him somehow, this life. Like Niki, he belonged here. 

He knew you were there before your eyes had found him. It was as if the air had shifted around him. As if he was gravitating towards you, but he had decided not to scout for you before he knew you were closer. 

As you stood tall, on the arms of your best friends he finally allowed himself to look at you, instead of just admiring what he could out of the corner of his eye but he quickly realized that had been a mistake. 

In the middle of a sentence his trail of thought completely stopped. You now occupied every cell of his body, and the only reason he was still breathing was because his heart had to keep beating for you. 

He could hear how the now panicked journalist tried capturing his attention, he could feel how his parents too had turned their heads to figure out just what had stolen his attention. 

“Excuse me” was all he could utter, and he had quickly left his parents behind for the sudden appearance of this mystery woman. 

He stopped before you and the boys, his eyes never leaving yours, a bright pink coloring his cheeks. Cute. 

He didn’t trust himself enough to utter a single word, instead he took a bow, it was deep, it was respectful. And it hid his face from you for just a second, and he hoped that would be enough for him to pull himself together. 

You saw how the lights of the cameras started flashing even brighter, and if to protect you Sunoo took a step forward and gave him what most would most likely call a bro hug, and soon after Jungwoon did the exact same thing. You could see the hesitation in his movements as he tried to decide how to greet you. 

He wanted to do something personal, and if it were up to him he had swept you up into his arms and taken you somewhere, where the two of you could finally be left alone. Somewhere he could finally lose himself in you.  

You decided the best course of action might just be a small wave, it was simple, and in the end it didn’t draw too much attention to the two of you.

But before you got a chance to do exactly that, one of his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you close. His lips then rested for no more than a millisecond on your cheek, it was so fast, so fleeting that you for a second doubted if it even happened. 

“I’m glad you guys could make it” his eyes were scanning the boys outfits. “You all look absolutely amazing,” he said as he slowly let go of your waist. 

If it was up to him, he would keep his arm snaked around you all night long

His eyes sparkled, and he knew exactly why that was. He had come to realize that it had everything to do with you. 

“It's all thanks to this one!” Jungwoon said as his arm snaked around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer. Jay smiled in response to the friendly gesture. 

“You really did an amazing job Y/N…” Once again he completely forgot what to say as his eyes caught yours. 

“Thank you” you said, as your chest filled with pride over his praise. For some reason it felt special coming from him. He was still just a stranger, but he was one with class and style. 

“I better get back to my parents, I’ll see you guys inside when I’m done” 

He turned around and walked away from you, shaking his limbs in the hopes that it would make your lingering perfume disappear from his suit. 

“That went better than expected…” Sunoo said, but your eyes couldn’t concentrate on anything but him as he walked away. 

“Do you think we need to carry her inside? I mean she’s practically pudding in his hands, I’m not really convinced her legs will be able to carry her” Jungwoon said, earning him a laugh from Sunoo and a hit of his arm from you. 

The inside of the building was magnificent, perfectly lit with candles everywhere. Tables were scattered all over the place. The sudden fear of being seated with people you didn’t know hit you, but being your brother's sister, you hope that meant you would be well taken care off. 

“Y/N!” You heard your brother call out for you, and you quickly found him seated in a bar with what you could only assume was the remaining men of his friend group. 

They were both handsome, they both radiated power and money. But their eyes were kind, just like your brothers, and just like Jays. 

You sat down between your brother and Sunghoon, as Sunoo and Jungwoon quickly started a conversation with Heeseung. 

“So you’re the little sister huh?” Sunghoon said, a smirk painted on his lips as his eyes scanned your figure in the sparkling dress, and unlike when his friend looked at you, you suddenly felt the need to cover up. 

“I am” you said, trying your best to seem as confident as possible. Jake laughed at the little powerplay that was unfolding before him. He knew both of you well. Sunghoon wasn’t one to give up without a fight, and you had to be one of the most stubborn people he had ever met. 

“Hoon if you’re hitting on my sister we’re gonna have a problem” Jake then said, as he sent a wink your way. 

You returned it with a little chuckle. He had always done that, protected you from the men of the world, especially if those men were his friends. He was the protector your father never was, he was the most important part of your family. 

He quickly raised his hands in defeat. Laughing at your brother. 

“Why is your bestie calling me over?” Jake then said with furrowed brows, right before he drowned the last of his champagne. 

You turned towards the large dancefloor, and saw Niki waving your brother over. You knew exactly what that was about, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“How should I know I know, Niki can be a little all over the place, but maybe don’t let him wait? He’s talking to Min Yoongi after all” you said and quickly saw the panic in your brother's eyes. 

“See you guys later!” he almost yelled as he ran towards the youngest of your friends, leaving the spot next to you free. Sunghoon was quick to grab the seat, forcing your attention to be on him alone as he was now seated next to the wall. 

He liked to hold the sole attention of the women he talked to. Even the ones who were forbidden fruit. Hell, that made it even better if you asked him. Despite his fuckboy tendencies Sunghoon was more loyal than most when it came to his friends, he would never dare to pursue you if Jake had told him no. But the spark in you had caught his attention. 

He didn’t really know why, he only knew that there had to be a reason for it. 

“It’s a lovely dress” he said and took in the sight of the fabric clinging to your curves, this time admiring the design instead of the body the fabric was hiding for the world. 

“Thank you” you answered and let your hands run down your thighs, desperate to soothe yourself. 

The ballroom was cold, and the lack of both a coat and alcohol in your system definitely didn’t help. And Sunghoon made you nervous. 

Sunghoon couldn’t help but chuckle. He stood up to remove his jacket, but it was as if something caught his attention, freezing him in his place. 

You didn’t dare to turn around, whatever wordless conversation he was having, it seemed private, and you didn’t want to disturb it. 

Jay had caught his best friend's eyes. And Sunghoon could almost feel how his twin flames heart fell, at the sight of him wanting to drape his jacket over your shoulder. At no point did Jay look at his friend, his eyes were only focused on you. 

Sunghoon saw how he instinctively had started removing his own suit jacket, how he had left the conversation he was having behind, without any regards for the old and dusty CEO’s that tried to capture his attention. You were all he saw, so he backed down, and instead just held on to his jacket, telling you a lie about how the champagne had made him feel hot.  

He couldn’t help but smile and shake his head at his best friend. That fucking idiot. He thought to himself. 

“Jay” he said, as his friend was standing directly behind you. 

“Hey” Jay answered. 

Sunghoon then saw how your eyes found his friends as soon as he entered your vision. He saw the involuntary way you started smiling, how your whole demeanor became more relaxed as soon as Jay's signature scent of ‘black orchid’ hit the two of you. 

“May I?” he asked as he towered over you, and looked at his suit jacket, signaling his intentions. 

“Please” you answered. It was no more than a whisper, some might even have called it a whimper, and Jay felt how his heart started beating even faster than it had just done, and his cheeks were once again painted with a subtle pink color. 

Sunghoon couldn’t help but roll his eyes, and chuckle silently at the sugarsweet interaction that was happening before him. 

You loved the way Jay’s heavy suit jacket surrounded you. You loved how the smell of him suddenly was the only thing your senses could pick up on. 

Jay smiled at you, hands lingering on your shoulders. Sunghoon just stood there observing the two of you. He didn’t dare breathe, he had a feeling that that was all it would take for the two of you to retreat back to the people who had already decided they were gonna close off their hearts for one another. 

“Y/N, this is Sunghoon,” Jay said, finally acknowledging his best friend. “He’s my best friend” 

Sunghoon smiled at his words; “don’t forget the love of your life” 

Jay laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound. 

“We all need one of those,” you stated.

Sunghoon couldn’t help but feel relieved by your words. His worst fear had always been that Jay would end up with someone who didn’t quite understand the bond that the two boys had. But if you did, and if Jay did in fact want you as bad as Sunghoon expected, he would move heaven and earth to help the two of you. 

“We do, don’t we?” he said and patted his best friend on the shoulder and then suddenly pulled him in for a hug. 

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Sunghoon whispered in his ear. 

Jay pulled away a little and looked at him with big and choked eyes. 

“Don’t you dare lie to me Jongseong. I’ll always keep your secrets. But I think you might need to prepare her, your parent are walking over here as we speak” 

Sunghoon quickly smiled at you and then excused himself. 

“He’s something else” you stated and couldn’t help but chuckle. 

Earning you an instant smile. 

“He really is,” he responded. 

Then he stretched his arm out, offering his hand to you. You took it and looked at him with skeptic eyes. 

“What are we doing now Park?” you asked, as you got on your feet. The height of your heels prevented him from towering over you, instead you were able to look directly into his eyes. 

“Well don’t freak out now, but my parents are on their way over here, and I thought my mother deserves to see the dress that you’ve made” once again his eyes were sparkling as he looked at you. And you couldn’t help but think that you could get used to him looking at you like that. 

And then the severity of his words hit you. His mother. She was a talented business woman, a designer, and your all time idol, and here you were, sitting with her son's jacket flung over your shoulders as you smile as an absolute idiot and cling to his every word. 

“Shit!” you whisper yell as you pull off his jacket as fast as you possibly can, and throw it back in his face. 

The jacket hit Jay in the face, and he couldn’t help the surprised laugh that escaped him as he pulled it from his face. He just looked at you with complete shock and admiration. 

His father then coughed to capture his son's attention, an accomplishment that hadn’t been easy that night. 

“Mother, father, allow me to introduce you to Sim Y/N, Jake's sister” he said, eyes never leaving you. 

You bowed at the two parents, one they returned quickly. 

“Your Jaeyun’s sister! How come we’ve never met you dear?” his mother said and gave you a polite hug, as she kissed each of your cheeks in a greeting. 

“Y/N just recently moved back here from Australia” Jay answered on your behalf. 

“I’m pretty sure the woman can speak for herself Jong” his mother then said, as she sent her son a look. 

You laughed. 

“Ah let him be a gentleman in front of her my love” his father then said as he pulled his wife a little closer as she rolled her eyes at her husband. 

“Your gown is exquisite Y/N” his mother then stated as she looked you up and down, taking in all the little detail and the fine hand stitching. 

You felt the instant heat in your cheeks, and your eyes quickly found the floor, afraid to meet her eyes. 

“Thank you, so much… it means a lot coming from you!” you said as you once again bowed. One that the host once again returned this time with the kindest of smiles. 

“It’s her own creation mother, Jake encouraged her to give it a go when I invited her and her friends” Jay then said. 

His mother saw how her son stood a little taller when he talked about you, she saw how his hand involuntarily stretched every tenth second, as if he was trying to suppress the urge to take yours. And the actions brought a smile to her lips. 

“Well sweetheart, you need to tell me all about your creative process!” she then said. 

You bit your lip, a trait it seemed that you shared with your brother, and looked at the beautiful man who stood by your side. He felt pride in his chest. He felt at home with you so close to him. 

“Go on, darling” he didn’t catch the pet name before it had already rolled off his tongue. 

He wanted to curse at himself, he wanted to take it back at once. But when he saw how your eyes suddenly got bigger, how the words were suddenly caught in your throat and how you fluttered your lashes at him, he knew that he would call you darling for as long as you would allow him. 

His mother then took your arm and let you away from her son, generally wanting to get to know the young woman who had captured her son's eye. 

His father laughed as the two women left them alone. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this, Jong,” he said. 

“Like what?” Jay said, and looked at his father with a raised brow, once again pulling his jacket back on. 

He laid a hand on his only son's shoulder, much like Sunghoon had done earlier. “You look at her, the same way I looked at your mother when I first met her…” 

Jay laughed, “dad, please stop. It’s not like that” it was now his fathers turn to laugh. 

“Oh but it is, don't deny it, and most importantly, don’t let her go because you’re afraid” 

He then left his son alone with his thoughts.

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[fandomworld9728]

The King & Queen of Hell Chapter 4:

"Adam!~" Running over to his husband, Lucifer threw his arms around his neck and showered his face in kisses.

Chuckling, Adam wrapped an arm around his Queen's waist and lifted him up to sit on his arm. "Hello, love. Same pronouns today?"

"Yes. Thank you for asking."

"I see that the rumors are true. Our dear King and Queen are sickeningly loving."

Fixing the sinner now in front of them, Adam felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. This guy had power just oozing out of him. "And you are?"

"Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you, sire, quite a pleasure."

"He's helping Charlie with her hotel."

"Oh fuck. Really? That's awesome man."

"Yes... quite. Charlie is such a delightful young lady, and your spouse is such an excellent host. You are a very lucky man." He wasn't just trying to be polite or trying to sweet talk the two. Alastor had no idea how such a man could charm the angelic creature that was Hell's Queen. The very reason for humanity's free will. Very lucky man, indeed.

"You got that right."

"Adam. At least try to be humble?" Lucifer teased his husband. People were always confused how the two most prideful people in all of creation could stand to be married to each other. It was often that their egos would lead to fights and their stubbornness would drag them out for days, sometimes even weeks, before they found a way to compromise or find a victor.

But that's what made it fun! They loved and trusted each other for all their positive and negative traits. At the end of the day, they were silly fights that never truly mattered that always seemed to end up as a game. To see who would yield first.

"Sorry, love. I don't know what that word means."

"Perhaps a dictionary would make a fine gift for his majesty? Ha!" A laugh track played from the sinner, momentarily spooking the first man and causing the fallen angel to try and find his laughter behind a dainty hand.

"...You're pretty funny Albert-"

"Alastor, dear."

"Isn't that what I said?"

"I'm supposed to be the one who's bad with names." Turning his attention back to the radio demon, Lucifer was still all smiles. "That was a rather ballsy move there. Insulting your King disguised as a joke."

"I figured it was worth a shot. I do love a good joke and as you said before. What is life, even an afterlife, without whimsy?"

"Nope! This meeting is over. We didn't even get anything important done!" Quickly walking out of the meeting room, Charlie started to pull guide Alastor out the front door by his cane.

"But Charlie-"

"I'm already running late for my meeting with Lilith!"

"Are you two going to stop her?"

Watching their darling daughter leave, Lucifer couldn't be prouder about how far she's come from being a push over. "Leave her be. She's been busy and stressed with worrying about her hotel and the Exterminations. If she can prove this works, there's a chance that they'll call off the yearly attacks. She's putting all of this on herself... but we'll be here when she's ready for our help."

~

Walking up to the Heavenly Embassy, Alastor couldn't keep his curiosity to himself anymore. "Charolette, why is it that you failed to tell us of your royal lineage?"

Hand on the door's handle to open it, the princess froze. Shit! This is why she wanted to go alone. She didn't need everyone finding out and treating her different. Charlie didn't need to try and live up to their exceptions too. If her friends knew, would they think she wasn't a good heir like the rest of people who knew? Would she let them down-

"That is not something you should hide, my dear." Opening the door, he ushered her inside and walked with her to the front desk. "The heir to Hell's throne saving wayward sinners and wanting the best for them! While your bleeding heart may be a weakness to most, it can also be your greatest strength. I've seen how protective you can be and that's where your power lays."

"That's... what my family always tells me." Taking a moment to think, Charlie signed them both in. Alastor had already figured out who she was so there was no harm in him sitting in on the meeting.

"Then show all of Hell who you are and what you're made of, my dear. Use every advantage you have to succeed."

"Yeah.... yeah! I'll show them all!" She felt much more confident than she had that morning. A new energy filled the princess as she and Alastor stepped into the meeting room. "Let's get this shit done!" 

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[far-side-skies]

You're the #1 person i think would answer this in earnest so, what do you think the edge of the atmos is? So we obviously know about the far side being seperated by impassable mountains, but the other ends, do the sky cities stop and become a flatland? A desert? An ocean? The atmos has to be a continent right? But there has to be a point where they stop and different ecosystems begin. Are there other continents past the atmos that run on different rules? How would they cross the gap? What creatures or dieties rule in the other lands? Figured i'd ask you

This... this got long. Holy shit it got long. The readmore is there for a reason.

I noticed this ask when I was at work with about an hour left on my shift. You have no idea how tempted I was to make a video response to this question through pure enthusiasm and finally launch into my ambition of making YouTube videos about this cartoon XD

First of all, thank you so much for thinking of me, and I will absolutely answer this question with 100% earnest.

Secondly, I didn't really have an answer for this question until you asked it. Having full-on continents isn't really something I really felt a need for in Storm Hawks and Atmos, especially after I came up with headcanons to explain how Terras work and why they work that way. However this ask got me thinking :3

Let's start at the beginning. Atmos was made by a storm. Specifically the First Storm, believed to be the birth of a god of the same name, and the total destruction of an old world. Chaotic, destructive this newborn god shattered what would become Atmos into thousands of pieces and in its youthful madness it struck out at its elders. Death (aka Decay) lost an eye, Magic lost a heart that was flung into the path of a comet, which was one of the fire avatar's children. They caught fire like sparks to kindling. The howling drew the curiosity of the Flesh (aka Life), and the ire of the Manywing (the winds).

Whatever flat, unblemished world existed before this event is long gone and devoured by Decay, though it's possible a few traces of its inhabitants survived. Though they were changed by the energy of this great cataclysm. Atmos calls the descendants of these survivors the Giants.

"Storms made us. Storms tore us apart. And now storms will help us rebuild" - Master Cyclonis, Age of Heroes Pt. 2, timestamp ~13:05

Please ignore how YouTube absolutely bungled that auto caption, but this is the line that inspired the headcanon for an Atmos creation 'myth' (it is a very real event but gets heavily debated in-universe), which I've held onto for a good two or so years now.

This wave of destruction created the Wastelands, and Terras came about when pieces of raw crystal energy fell to Atmos and eventually formed giant crystal deposits, around which earth, dirt and stone formed, making way for new life such as plants and animals. So essentially Terras are giant crystal geodes. The type of crystal that makes up their core is likely to affect its climate, which is how I am able to get away with worldbuilding choices such as placing Blizaris on the same longitude as, say, Tropica.

Because of this, I never considered any actual continents on Atmos. The First Storm was an event of worldwide destruction, absolutely nowhere was left unscathed, so no matter how far someone travels, it's Terras all over.

But this ask got me thinking 'ok what if there was? Why would there be any?'

Well the answer is that a continent did survive the First Storm. Maybe more than one, but I want to focus on what you can find there, and that is giants.

Time to bring in Gundstaff. Fun fact, I made him despicable. But that's not what we're here to discuss.

Who the fuck is this man besides a crystal hoarder who gets robbed for plot??? In the three episodes he's in, for a total amount of screentime that I'm pretty sure doesn't exceed even five minutes, all we learn about him is that he hates people, is a giant, has a huge crystal collection, and his unnamed, blink-and-you-miss-it wife and child are presumably being held captive by Cyclonia. The only reason I'm not saying the wife and child are dead is because if they were, Gundstaff would likely have gone "fuck it, I'm working against you because you have nothing to hold over my head" long before Payback when he whoops ass for Piper.

RIP to Gundstaff's family, currently residing somewhere in the fridge. Photo seen in Payback.

Gundstaff's very existence, and that of his supposed familiy, brings up several questions. Why do we not see any other giants in Atmos? Why does the cast not seem to treat his existence like a total anomaly? Is he the last giant in existance? I personally don't think so. If that's the case, then where the hell are they all?? How far flung are they that we only see a single member of this race three times across 52 episodes over a space of at least 36 Terras if you count the ones that aren't physically visited in the show?

This is Gundstaff's home as seen in Five Days about 60 seconds in. It's... pretty small. Bro doesn't have a lot of space to move, and there's no sign of any other inhabitants, least of all any his size.

So where are the giants? Why is Gundstaff living in a place that doesn't feel very suited to his stature?

Because it's not really where he belongs.

The biggest landmasses in Atmos are the homelands of giants. There's space for them to move freely, they don't have to worry about crossing the Wastelands to get anywhere (though I do headcanon giants to have powerful innate magic that allows them to travel great distances without worry, and that the greatest of giants can grow to the size of Terras). I think these continents, aka Giant Country, are relatively flat and follow more 'logical' geology more akin to what we'd find in real life. I'm not set on what kind of climate it is just yet. Crystals are quite scarce here, as the ground isn't suitable for deposits to develop, so giants will venture out into the wider Atmos to gather resources. Some will stay long-term for various reasons such as for research, to make Champions (something of an 'art' among giants gifted with what I call "Artisan magic"), or because they were exiled.

I'm not sure why Gundstaff isn't living in Giant Country just yet. Maybe he was exiled, or he was staying in Atmos for research, or he and his wife were making plans to return to Giant Country with their child, but got torn apart by Cyclonia just before that plan was set into motion. If it weren't for his wife and child, I feel like Gundstaff would've returned to Giant Country long ago.

So to answer your question, I don't really think there is an 'edge' of Atmos. If it weren't for the Barrier Cliffs, if you travelled in one direction for long enough, you'd wind up back where you started without running into an 'edge'. But you might just find Giant Country, and that may as well feel like the edge of Atmos. It's quite different there.

I was not expecting to go this in-depth regarding this question, but this was a blast to figure out so thanks a ton for asking me about this Peregrine :3 I hope this answer satisfies you.

[tonberry-yoda]

HELOOOOO

ONCE AGAIN REQUESTING FOR CROCO MAN

fr the moment i saw your post i def did not go WOOOOOOWOWOWOWO HAHAHHA

Made my day 🕺

Anyway back to business 😤

You can add more things and it doesnt have to be the same

no problemo👌

Crocodile about to kiss his S/O when their 6 year old ran into the room screaming for their father to look at their new arts and craft creation and also begging croc to play with them, crocoman plays it off smoothly by adjusting and combing what atoms there were to rearrange while turning to his child in his usual calm demeanour like "Hm?" while, his wife tries to hide her laughter and panic with crocodile's attempts in trying to nudge/hold her arm to tell her to hold whatever she has in as to not raise questions from his curious child full of energy, silently

That may be too much details but yes its alright even if you take 1% of that HAHSHAHAHHA

Yuh

Thank youuu

And dw, take as much time as you need 💪

omg you dont understand how excited i was to get another request from you anon! i love writing croc as a dad, like i am seriously obsessed with these, so thank you so so much! also, if you want to be an anon on my account with a cute little nickname, go for it! i have heart anon on here, who i adore talking to, and i would love to interact with you more if you would like and if you see this!

Crocodile as a father part 2

Pairing - Crocodile x reader (implied f!reader as reader is called wife and mom)

Warnings - a little suggestive, but not anything far

Word Count - 475

Notes - thanks again anon! i really hope you like it! i tried to use everything you had, but added along the way! thank you so so much and i hope you have an awesome day and stay hydrated!!! <333 (also, image below not mind) (omg this man is so fine)

“Oh, my love,” Crocodile smirked at you, holding up his glass of wine as if he was making a toast. “You are the best wife any man could ask for.” He adjusted the strap of your tanktop and put his hand on your exposed thigh.

You giggled softly, holding up your glass as well. “Well you’re the best husband and father I've ever met. I love you, Sir Crocodile.” You slid your hand under his jacket with flirty eyes.

He felt a chill down his spine hearing you say those words. “Don't.” He gave you a sly smile before wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in for a kiss.

Only to be interrupted by your six year old child running in the room, exclaiming that he had made a beautiful (or bootiful in his case) piece of artwork worthy of a museum. “Daddy! Daddy look!!!” He held up a drawing of what you assumed to be your entire small family. Crocodile was a giant looking creature holding you, his wife, who looked like a little… princess? And then your son, who was in a superhero costume. It was adorable, but Crocodile never knew how to react to something like that. He didn't want to be mean and saw it was awful, but he didn't want to lie and say that it was the best piece of work he’s ever seen.

“You see, daddy! Isn't it great! I made it all by myself!!!” Your child was hopping up and down, showing both of you his creation and you giggled, watching Crocodile set down his wine and slick his hair back with a deep breath.

“It uh… looks great, bud.” Crocodile quickly panicked, remembering what little clothes you had on so he quickly threw the blanket over you. You just kept giggling as Crocodile squeezed your hand, praying that his son didn't have the brain cells to notice what was going on.

“Daddy, can we play please?” Crocodile turned to you, who was sipping on your wine, holding back laughter. He nudged you to try to stop you from laughing, which made your face turn bright red.

“Uh, buddy, your mom and I were-”

“Pleeaaaaaseeee daddy?! I wanna playyyyyy!!!”

“Buddy, I-”

“Momma! Tell daddy to play with me!”

You giggled and pressed a kiss onto Crocodile’s cheek and pushed him towards your child. “Honey, play with your son,” you leaned closely to his ear, your lips brushing against it with every word. “I expect you to put him down for a nap soon though. I'll see you soon, love.”

Crocodile’s face went bright red as his son grabbed his giant hand, leading him to the living room. “What was that about, daddy?”

“N-Nothing, son.” He shot you a dirty look as you giggled, forcing him to hold back a smile.

God, he loves you.

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 5: Avengers: Age of Ultron - Two Ghosts

Part 5:

We shortly got into our suits and got on a Quinjet, on the way to Klaue’s last known location.

“Have you talked to Laura yet?” I sat down next to Clint. He was calmly cleaning his arrows, not even stressed a little about the situation. “Yeah, everyone’s doing great. Katarina is sending hugs to the team. Especially her mama,” he said with a small smile. “I’m sorry that I always pass her onto Laura. I know she’s tired all the time, the two kids already and the one on the way… I just… ugh I literally don’t trust anyone,” I ran a hand over my face then leaned back in my seat, already feeling like motherhood is something I’m very bad at. “Y/n, you know we love Katarina so much. The kids are so happy that she’s there. And Laura is just glad that you trust her with your baby. Don’t worry about this, okay?” He put his hand on my back and nudged me with his knee. “And you know, she said the other day that I’m her favorite Avenger,” he whispered and I chuckled at his excitement. “That’s totally not true.” “Okay, I’m not. We all know it’s Nat.” He’s right.

***

“Ahh, Junior…” Dad started as he landed in front of Ultron. “You're gonna break your old man's heart.” “If I have to,” Ultron shrugged. “We don't have to break anything,” Thor said. “Clearly you've never made an omelet,” wow he’s clearly my father’s creation. “He beat me by one second,” Dad turned his head back. “Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark. It's what, comfortable? Like old times?” One of the Maximoff twins stepped forward. “This was never my life.” “You two can still walk away from this,” Steve said. Have I mentioned how cringy I found these types of talks from him? “Oh, we will,” said the girl. “I know you've suffered.” Cringy, right?

“Uuughh! Captain America. God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but…” Okay now… he beat me by one second. “If you believe in peace, then let us keep it.” The mighty, marshmallow-hearted Thor. What a funny-looking team we are…

“I think you're confusing peace with quiet.” Okay enough with the talking. “Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?” I walked closer. “I'm glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan,” with that Ultron attacked older Stark, and his drones dropped down to attack Steve and Thor.

The quick guy bolted away, pushing Thor into a robot. Steve was fighting the other and I stood face to face with the Maximoff girl.

The tingling feeling of fire running between my fingers was so intense. She was quick to attack, pushing the energy towards me but I shielded myself swiftly. I could hear someone getting thrown into the side of the ship but I didn’t look back.

I sent a fireball her way but she dodged it with ease. “Oh this will be fun,” I smirked and started blasting her with fire, waiting for the moment she’ll get tired. She looked young, and if it depends on Strucker, I don’t think she can fully control her powers.

“On your six, Y/n!” Steve yelled but it was too late and I was knocked on the ground. “Aha, got it,” I coughed but got back up. The girl wasn’t there anymore but more robots were on the ship now and Klaue’s men were firing at us too.

Fighting off every man and robot was a little confusing. I don’t why Klaue’s guys were attacking us honestly but whatever…

After a while, there were just robots. And then I felt a tingly feeling in my head. Breaking the robot's head off, I looked around and then I saw the Maximoff girl. Her hands were glowing from this red energy and she was clearly aiming at me. With one big flame, I sent her flying back against a metal door before her brother stormed passed me, sending me to the ground. “That’s right, run you little shit,” I grumbled, pulling myself up on the railings. “Whoever's standing, we gotta move! Guys?” I spoke into the comms. “Natasha, I could really use a lullaby,” heard Dad’s voice. “Well, that's not gonna happen. Not for a while. The whole team is down, you got no backup here,” Clint said. “I’ll get Thor and Steve.”

Looking for Steve and Thor on the ship made me worry. Clint didn’t sound so sure about Natasha and I’ve never seen her down on a mission. Not like this.

Seeing Steve laying on the ground, splattered out like a starfish. I quickly ran to the man and dropped by his side. Took his face into my hands and looked for his pulse on his neck. “Steve, hey…” I lightly tapped his face, trying to wake him. He had a pulse so he probably just passed out. “Steve, you gotta wake up,” I said and he slowly started to open his eyes. He looked around in worry before sitting up. “It’s okay,” my hands dropped on his shoulders, and tried to keep him steady.

***

We walked back to the Quinjet Steve and Thor not even saying a word and nor did Natasha.

Clint and I helped them on the jet, and they laid down and stared in front of themselves. It was hard to see them like this. I glanced at Natasha and she didn’t look good. Her eyes were filled with terror and I knew how much she wanted to hide it but clearly, it was impossible.

Once Clint left her side he made his way towards me. “She’s asking for you,” he said and I was very surprised to hear that. “Really?” “Talk to her,” patted my shoulder and took a seat too.

I slowly walked towards her and as I got to her side I squatted in front of her. “Do you want to talk outside?” I asked softly and she nodded without looking at me.

I sat her down on a rock and kneeled next to her. “What happened?” I asked calmly. She was picking on her nails and staring at the ground. “Just look into my head,” she breathed out, lifting her eyes at me. “Natasha we talked about this,” I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t care,” she shook her head with eyes filling up her eyes. “Nat…” I took her hands and she took a shaky breath in. “Don’t do this to me Y/n,” she said, her voice broken. “Just do it.” Natasha closed her eyes and squeezed my hands. “Right,” I cleared my throat and focused on her completely.

Natasha walked down the stairs in the facility where young girls are being taught ballet. The Red Room. “Again!” The instructor said firmly, while Natasha walked closer and closer to the glass. “You'll break them,” she said softly. Then Madame B appeared next to her. “Only the breakable ones. You are made of marble. We'll celebrate after the graduation ceremony,” said the older woman.

A picture flashed across her mind, where she was laying on a hospital bed and then I saw some medical supplies. The sterilization.

“What if I fail?” Natasha’s voice was fragile and broken. She was younger here. Bangs covering her forehead, shooting at a target, but then it quickly changed into a person with a bag on their head. Natasha was holding a gun at them.

The next moment she was doing combat training. A man’s arms tight wrapped around her neck from behind while Madame B watched. Then Natasha tapped out. “Sloppy. Pretending to fail. The ceremony is necessary for you to take your place in the world.” “I have no place in the world.”

I saw the terrified look on her face as she was brought to the surgery. Little girls watching her being rolled away to have her soul taken away. Then everything went black.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, clearing my throat. Seeing those things made me remember the cold walls of the Red Room. The endless training sessions, the constant pressure of staying alive.

Natasha shook her head and let out a shaky breath before looking up. “I know that we’re in a really bad place right now and we treat each other like shit but ugh…” she let out a cry and I did not hesitate to wrap my arms around her tightly. Natasha’s arms clung onto me like she would fall if she wouldn’t hold onto me. Her hands tensely squeezed my shoulders and back, as she cried softly. “You will never get back there, ever, you understand me? I won’t let that happen. You are safe, Nat. You’re okay,” I held onto her, trying to calm her down.

Even though we broke up, it’s still hard to see her struggle. And I know this is the worst time to be liable for damages but she clearly doesn’t speak about this stuff with Bruce, so it can’t be that serious. I’m disgusting, I’m a horrible person.

“You can hate me and everything just please don’t leave me,” she murmured into my shoulder and my heart broke completely. My eyes welled up with tears and I had a knot in my throat. “I could never hate you, Tash. Yes, we are in a pretty bad place but I could never hate. I am mad, yes, but I don’t hate you,” I said and she pulled back. “How did she not get into your head?” She asked while wiping off her tears. “I have mind blocks, so these things cannot happen. It also doesn’t let machines and stuff through my mind, it’s kinda cool,” I shrugged with a small smirk. “Can you do that to me? Is it possible?” Her voice was desperate. Like it was her last hope. “I don’t know Nat… I haven’t really experimented with these on humans,” I said and she just didn’t care. “I don’t care. Do it,” she said. “Why don’t we get back to this later? We’re gonna lay low for a while anyway, why don’t you just rest and I’ll look into it.” “Yeah. Thank you for all this.” “Anytime.”

Once we took off with the Quinjet, it was quiet. Banner was curled up with a blanket around him, Steve was showing his back to everyone, Natasha was sitting in the middle with her head down still shaken up, and Theo looking very confused. Clint was the pilot this time, but we didn’t really know where we were headed and Dad was sitting behind him, while I stood next to him.

“The news is loving you guys. Nobody else is. There's been no official call for Banner's arrest, but it's in the air,” said Maria over the video call. “Stark Relief Foundation?” Asked Dad. “Already on the scene. How's the team?” She asked with a sorrowful look. “Everyone's...we took a hit. We'll shake it off,” I said, looking through the team. “Well for now I'd stay in stealth mode, and stay away from here.” “So, run and hide?” “Until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer,” Maria declared. “Neither do we.” He ended the call and switched off the monitor. He stepped over to Clint, putting a hand over the back of the seat. “Hey, you wanna switch out?” He asked. “No, I'm good. If you wanna get some kip, now's a good time, 'cause we're still a few hours out,” said Hawkeye. “A few hours from where?” I asked and he turned to look at me. “A safe house,” he said. Oh, A safe house. This is gonna be interesting.

[denimbex1986]

'“You’re an Irishman, are ya?” Cillian Murphy says, his features visibly softening, as I begin talking over Zoom. “Thank god.”

Two truisms about Cillian Murphy that are often repeated online: He hates doing interviews, but he loves Ireland. If he must talk to the press – which, being the lead of Christopher Nolan's mammoth blockbuster Oppenheimer, he absolutely must – the least I can do is give him a chance to talk about our shared homeland. So, with this introduction, we're off to a good start.

It's about 10 days before Oppenheimer drops, but Murphy and the big A-bomb movie – along with Greta Gerwig's Barbie – already seem to be taking up the majority of the internet's consciousness. In the film, he plays J Robert Oppenheimer, the man credited with leading the creation of the atomic bomb during World War Two. Though he has starred in a handful of Christopher Nolan blockbusters already, this is his first as a proper leading man. So, the scrutiny is greater than ever. He is wearing it well. “I'm not a huge fan of talking about myself,” he says, “but I fully believe in this movie, and I love promoting it. So I'm very comfortable with all of that.”

GQ: How often do you get people calling you “Sillian”?

Cillian Murphy: Less and less now actually. But it doesn't bother me. Then I very pedantically explain to them that there's no ‘K’ in the Irish language and it gets really boring.

You used to live in London, but moved to Dublin in 2015. I heard you said your kids were getting English accents so you took them home.

Yeah. That was a joke. [Laughs].

Well, people have really run with it. Do you need to personally relate to characters, and could you do so with Oppenheimer?

Well, first of all, it's imperative not to judge the character. Because then you've lost as a performer. You have to try and understand [them]. You have to be like a kind of emotional detective. But your job primarily is to define the truth in the character to try and portray them in a truthful way.

Emily Blunt said recently that during filming you didn't go for cast dinners because your ‘brain was too full’. Robert Downey Jr. said that at times it felt like you were ‘icing’ him. How much did playing Oppenheimer affect you?

It was a big part, and there were big, big questions that were grappling with, these huge ethical, moral questions. And Chris had written the script in the first person. So I knew that a lot of the weight was on my shoulders, even though we have this incredible ensemble. There was a responsibility that I felt about playing the part. That's just the way I work. I get very consumed by the work, and I don't really have time for hanging out. And in this movie, I was [regularly] skipping dinner, you know, so I wasn't great craic to hang out with. But that's just the way it was. It's just the nature of the work.

You’re not method, though, right?

Well, here's the thing, right? Method is like a euphemism. We all have a method to get to the final result. And whatever that method is, it's personal and unique to each actor. It's become sort of confused, I think, with the Stanislavski approach. But every actor has their own individual method.

Yeah. But you’re not what people generally view to be method, staying in character the whole time?

Inevitably, if you play a character for a long time, and I was researching him for six months, then shooting it for however long that was.. And you're playing them 18 hours a day every day. By osmosis, you're exchanging atoms, You become consumed or immersed [by it], that's just the way it is.

You mentioned skipping meals. What was the weirdest food day that you had while you were losing all that weight?

Oh, man. I just want to be very careful on this. This was for work, and we structured it pretty well. Inevitably, you do start getting competitive with yourself and all that, but it was for a purpose. He was a very, very slight guy. And he was very self-conscious about that. And it gave him this very unique, particular kind of iconic silhouette. And when you're that weight, it affects the way clothes hang on you, it affects the way you walk, it obviously changes the shape of your face and all that. So that was very useful for the character. But I really don't want to make a big deal about ‘oh, Cillian lost all this weight’.

Taking this lead role on has brought a lot of attention. I've read recent interviews you've done that it's not necessarily your favourite thing. Do you at times feel like the pressure of being the leading man, especially in a movie on this scale is a lot to deal with?

Yeah, but to clarify the thing about interviews, I love talking about the movie, I love talking about music and books and art. I'm not a huge fan of talking about myself. And I don't, and I don't think anyone really is, but I fully believe in this movie, and I love promoting it. So I'm very comfortable with all of that. And in terms of, you know, how it changes your life or anything like that, or changes how people perceive you that that hasn't changed for me, you know, my life has been exactly the same as it always was.

The Oppenheimer script is very dense. How much does that impact how you go about shooting it?

You have to be completely prepared. I knew the script more or less before we went into work, which isn't so not something I've ever done before. Only in theatre, because there was so much text, and it was quite dense. I wanted to not be worried about the text when I went on the floor. But then, a lot of the scenes I have with Downey, it was quite loose and quite improvisational. I mean, acting with him was was was was just extraordinary. He's just electrifying, the most available engaged, present, unpredictably brilliant actor I've ever worked with.

The film ends on a close-up shot of you, taking in the weight of what the preceding 3 hours have meant for the future of mankind. What are you thinking in that moment when you’re shooting it, knowing you’ve got the weight of the movie on your shoulders?

You can't let it get into your head. You've just got to think about the truth of the scene. For example, when we were shooting the Trinity test, all of us actors and Chris and all the crew, were aware of the weight of that sequence, and what it meant, but you can't let it control you, you know. And I think I've learned that over the years, you know, when you get on the floor, and you get on, you just forget about that stuff. You have to train your mind to not let it affect your performance.

Were you there for the actual explosion that was created?

I was there for components of it. There are different sort of sections of it. I was there for some of it. With Chris, everything is done for real. I've never done a green screen scene with Chris and I never will, I imagine. So what it does is it puts the performer into the atmosphere, or the environment as close as possible to what the character is feeling. You know, and I've, I've been out in boats with Chris on the sea and up in mountains in the snow. It just elevates your performance.

There has been a lot of chatter about the sex scene in this movie, and a wider chat about whether sex scenes are necessary in film at all. Where do you fall on that?

I think they were vital in this in this movie. I think the relationship that he has with Jean Tatlock is one of the most crucial emotional parts of the film. I think if they're key to the story then they're worthwhile. Listen, no one likes doing them, they're the most awkward possible part of our job. But sometimes you have to get on with it.

With a bit of distance between yourself and Oppenheimer, are you able to judge him just a little bit?

I'm really not going to give you an opinion on that. I really strongly believe that the film should ask the questions of the audience. And I don't want to prejudice anybody's point of view, when they go into the movie theatre, about what how they feel and Oppenheimer. What I will say, is that Oppenheimer – Chris called him the most important man that ever lived, whatever you think about that. That's up to you. But we are living in a world that was changed by Oppenheimer. We're living in a nuclear age because of what Oppenheimer did.

You and Christopher Nolan have discussed how you nearly got the role of Batman. Is there a part of you that thinks that it was maybe for the best that you didn’t?

Yes, I think it was for the best because we got Christian Bale's performance, which is a stunning interpretation of that role. I never considered myself as the right physical specimen for Batman. To me, it was always going to be Christian Bale.

Tom Hardy didn’t make it into this Nolan film. Do you have plans to work together again?

He's one of the best actors in the business. And we've developed this great trust and shorthand and there's a nice kind of chemistry, I think, between the two of us. I'd love to work with him again. Maybe there'll be a Peaky Blinders film. Maybe we'll get to do it there. I'm not sure.

What’s the latest on the Peaky Blinders film?

I have no update for you, man. I'm waiting to hear, but it's a tricky time with all these strikes and everything going on. I’ve always said that if there's more story to tell, I'd be there.'

[friskynotebook]

You Make It Feel Like Christmas Ch. 3

An Obidala Hallmark Christmas movie rewrite!

CW: age gap, food, grief, injury, concussion

Summary: Padme bonds with the Kenobis

Also on AO3!

The next morning, Padme slowly made her way down the stairs into the kitchen, where the Kenobis were enjoying their breakfast.

“Morning!” Leia cheered, waving as the other children echoed her greeting. 

“Hi,” Padme smiled, heading over to the breakfast bar.

“Good morning,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes crinkling softly.

Padme turned towards him, running a hand through her wild curls. “Hi,” she repeated. Get it together! Stop staring at his hair and don’t think about how it’s probably damp from the shower! And do not think about him in the shower . . . “Did anyone call for me?”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “Not yet. But I’m sure it’ll be any minute now. How are you feeling?”

“Um,” Padme rubbed the back of her neck. “I’m a little fuzzy still, but mostly fine.”

His expression brightened. “That’s good! How about a bologna omelet?”

She furrowed her brow. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that.”

“You’ve never heard of anything!” Luke piped in.

“Luke!” Obi-Wan chastised, exasperated.

Padme laughed. “I mean, he’s right.” She gestured to the kitchen island. “Can I help you?”

“We can help together!” Korkie suggested, jumping off his stool.

The two of them headed over to the island, and Padme unwrapped the bologna.

“Hmmm, bologna . . .” She sniffed the meat. “I don’t think this is part of my regular diet.” She started chopping the bologna with the precision of a Michelin starred chef.

Obi-Wan blinked, trying not to stare at her excellent knife skills. “Um, I have some friends coming over today—I mentioned them before, the sheriff and his wife, the doctor.”

“Oh?” Padme continued chopping.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Hopefully they’ll be able to help you out.”

“Hopefully,” Padme agreed. She presented her creation to Korkie. “Voila! A rose for a rose.”

“Is that a . . . bologna rose?” Obi-Wan asked, his head tilted to the side as he admired her work.

“It’s really fancy!” Korkie exclaimed. “Thank you!”

Padme blushed. “ . . . I don’t know how I did that.”

##

About an hour later, Obi-Wan answered the knock at the door.

“Hi,” he greeted. “Good to see you both! Come in, come in!”

Padme hovered by the entryway as a man and a woman entered the home. “This is Sheriff Mace Windu and his wife, Dr. Billaba.”

“Depa,” she said gently.

“Depa,” Obi-Wan echoed. “Shall we set you up in the living room?”

##

Depa shined a light into Padme’s eyes. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Um, I guess I got hit on the head,” Padme responded. “But I don’t remember how it happened, and I don’t remember anything before that at all.”

Depa felt Padme’s glands and shoulders. “What’s the first thing you can remember?”

“Walking around on the road and then Obi-Wan and Luke finding me.”

Obi-Wan sipped at his tea, watching the exchange with a furrowed brow.

“Any nausea or fatigue?” Depa asked.

“No. I mean, I’m a little bit groggy all the time . . . and I’m also hungry all the time? But I’m okay.”

“That’s good,” Depa smiled. “Can you follow my finger, please?”

Padme did as she asked, focusing on Depa’s finger.

“Okay, and press down on my hands? Good.”

“Do you remember roughly where you were?” Mace asked.

“We were coming back from the Lars farm,” Obi-Wan supplied.

“Hmm, that’s pretty isolated . . . Do you think you might know anyone out there?”

“I wish I did,” Padme replied. “Maybe I do. I just don’t remember if I do, or did . . .”

“There’s no sign of any traumatic brain injury,” Depa reassured Padme.

“Really?”

“Motor functions and reflexes are good. Obi-Wan did a good job on the cut,” she replied. 

Padme glanced at Obi-Wan, looking for reassurance. He gave her a warm, lopsided smile that warmed her down to her toes.

“Memory is a tricky thing,” Depa continued, causing Padme to turn back. “But you honestly seem perfectly healthy.”

Mace pulled out a digital camera. “If you don’t mind—”

Padme turned towards him. “What—?”

Mace took a photo, the bright flash blinding Padme. 

“There we go,” he said. “The deputy put out a county-wide bulletin with your description, but this picture will really help.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I hope so.” Padme blinked away the spots in her vision. “Because there’s gotta be someone out there looking for me, right?”

“Hello everybody!” 

“Breha!” Mace called as a woman and man entered through the back door.

“We came down to meet the special guest,” Breha grinned.

“This is Breha and Bail Organa, family friends,” Obi-Wan introduced. “They live just down the road.”

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Bail said.

The kids raced in, cheering their names as they ran up for their hugs.

“Okay, alright, alright!” Obi-Wan laughed.

“We have everything we need—we’ll be on our way,” Mace said, standing with his wife. “Take care.” He shook Obi-Wan’s hand.

Padme followed Depa and Mace to the door. She touched Depa’s arm. “So, when will I start remembering things again?”

Depa shook her head. “Two days, two weeks—you never know. But the good news is you’ll eventually come out of it.”

“Isn’t there anything I can do?”

Good food and sleep are really the best medicine,” she replied. “Call me if you need me.”

Padme closed the door after Depa and slowly walked back into the living room.

Obi-Wan rushed to her side. “What did she say? Is everything alright?”

Padme sighed. “She said I just need to eat, sleep, and relax.”

“Are you starting to remember anything yet?” Breha asked.

“Um, that I have not had a bologna omelet before,” Padme replied.

“Breha’s a registered nurse,” Obi-Wan said. “I think I mentioned before that she was the one who took a look at you the other night and helped you change clothes.”

Bail raised his brows and looked up at Padme. “Wait—what have they been calling you?”

Padme looked startled. “Oh! Um, nothing yet.”

Bail gave his friend a look. “You haven’t even discussed a name for your guest?”

Obi-Wan turned bright red.

“When an animal comes into the home, it’s named in five minutes flat,” Breha said. “What would you like us to call you?”

“I’m not sure.” She shrugged. “What do I look like?”

“Winter!” Leia exclaimed.

“That’s your doll’s name, Leia,” Korkie said.

Breha started listing names. “Carrie, Rose, Ami, Lindsay—”

“Ami has a nice ring to it,” Padme smiled.

“You look like an Ami,” Bail nodded.

“Ami it is,” Breha agreed.

Obi-Wan gazed at her, his eyes soft. “I like Ami.”

##

“So, I have an idea.”

Padme turned from wiping the counter to face Obi-Wan. “Oh?”

“How about we get outside, go for a ride, meet some people—see if anyone recognizes you,” he suggested. “Breha, would you and Bail be alright with watching the children?”

“Please, get out of here,” Breha teased. “Go enjoy yourselves.” She gestured towards the window. “There’s nowhere prettier in the world.”

Padme tucked a curl behind her ear. “In that case, that sounds wonderful.”

##

“I’m not getting on that thing!”

“Oh yes you are!” Obi-Wan chuckled. “It’s how we get around—especially after a snow storm.” He sat astride the snowmobile and patted the space behind him. “Come on, now. Hop on.”

Padme blushed and sat behind Obi-Wan.

“Hold on tight,” he murmured.

Padme swallowed and wrapped her arms around his toned, firm chest. Even though they were bundled up in layers of winter clothing, she could feel the warmth emanating from his core.

She squeezed a little tighter.

As they rode through the winter wonderland, Padme laughed as Obi-Wan showed off a little of his driving skills, nestling herself against his strong frame.

##

Obi-Wan knocked on the Lars’ door, glancing back at Padme as she took in the farm.

Owen opened the door, a grin on his face. “Obi-Wan! Good to see you.”

“Good to see you,” he replied. “How is the foal doing?”

“Good, very good,” Owen said. “Thanks to you.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “I just delivered her.”

“Hi,” Padme said, waving a little. “I’m Ami.”

“Ami is staying with us for a few days until we can find her friends and family,” Obi-Wan explained.

“Mace mentioned her when he checked in on us.” A woman stepped forward. “I’m Beru, Owen’s wife. Please, come in.”

##

“We’ve been snowed in for the last few days with the kids,” Owen explained, leading them into the living room. “So we decided to make the best of it.”

Their living room was fully decorated with homemade, glittery Christmas decor, from the paper snowflakes and garland decorating the wall to the lopsided clay and cardboard ornaments all over their tree.

“Wow!” Padme gasped. “It’s so festive here.”

“And you’re just in time for my eggnog,” Beru said, handing them mugs. 

Padme took a sip. “This is delicious.”

“Old family recipe,” Beru replied. “One day it’ll get me on TV and make me rich,” she chuckled.

Padme stopped mid-sip, frowning. Something seems familiar . . .

Obi-Wan caught her gaze, furrowing his brow. He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Is everything alright?”

She swallowed and nodded, giving him a small smile. “Fine, fine. Just—something tickled my brain, I guess.”

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to respond but Owen interrupted them. “We were about to put up the star—it’s Biggs’s favorite part.”

A boy with a shock of dark hair bolted up, grabbing the handmade star from the coffee table and ran over to his father.

Owen held his waist. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Biggs cheered. 

“One, two, three!” Owen lifted Biggs up so his son could put the star on top of the Christmas tree.

“Now it feels like Christmas,” Beru smiled.

Padme tried to ignore the fluttering in her chest as Obi-Wan gazed at her.

##

After Obi-Wan and Padme had returned to the Kenobi home, they heard a knock on the door, followed by the creak of its opening.

“Something smells good!”

The kids cheered at Qui-Gon’s arrival.

“Hello there, Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan greeted. “Ami, this is Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon, this is uh, Ami.”

“Want a bowl?” Korkie asked.

“Oh, don’t make any fuss for me.” Qui-Gon hung his jacket.

Padme turned towards the table, then looked back at Obi-Wan, her eyes wide with excitement. “Oh, Obi-Wan, can I set the table? I’d really like to.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan coughed. “Well, um . . .”

“We never set the table,” Korkie said. “But . . . let’s do it!”

Obi-Wan’s lips quirked up into a smile as he watched Padme work. “Pull up a chair, Qui-Gon. Looks like we’re having a formal dinner tonight.”

##

Padme set dirty plates on the kitchen counter. “So that friend of yours . . . is he like a mountain man or something?”

Obi-Wan barked out a laugh. Padme decided she liked his laugh. “He kind of is. He’s the one who encouraged Satine and me to move to America . . . But he’s also quite a famous painter.”

“Really?” she asked, placing some glasses in the sink. 

“Yes, his name is Qui-Gon Jinn. He’s lived out here for years. Actually, I think I have a book of his around here somewhere . . .” He found the large art book on his bookshelf and brought it to Padme.

She carefully turned the pages, admiring Qui-Gon’s landscape paintings, defined by their symmetry and geometric lines. She eventually came across a snowy mountainscape surrounded by evergreen trees and her breath caught in her throat. 

Obi-Wan, who had been watching over her shoulder, glanced down from the painting to her eyes. “Ami? Is everything alright?”

“I’ve seen this one before.”

“You have? Are you sure?”

“Yeah . . . Is it in an art museum? Something like that?”

Obi-Wan frowned at the book. “It doesn’t say, but I can certainly ask him.”

“Okay,” she nodded, tracing the artwork with her fingertips. “Maybe it’ll help me find out where I’m from.”

He smiled at her. “Maybe.”

##

“and my little sister and i will take hands and looking up at our beautiful tree we'll dance and sing Noel Noel.”

Obi-Wan closed the book of Christmas poetry and looked up, his heart melting at the sight before him.

Padme and his children were fast asleep, snuggled up against each other on the sofa.

He smiled softly, setting the book aside. 

Obi-Wan had no idea who Ami really was or where she came from—or when she’d be leaving them. But he did know that his life hadn’t felt this full and happy in years.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted it to end.

The poem Obi-Wan is reading is [little tree] by e. e. cummings.

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[kerri2022]

Suptober 22 - Day 17 - Muse

Castiel sighed as he regarded his latest creation, a sketch of the hot dog vendor cart across from his bench and the cart's owner - a tall, dark skinned, regal looking man that he had learned was named Reggie. "Creation" was too much of a nice word for it. To put it bluntly, the sketch sucked. There was no feeling or life to it. It seemed to Castiel to be mediocre at best.

He'd been having this problem for weeks now. He felt stuck, uninspired, blocked, and nothing had helped - switching locations, subjects, and mediums. Frustration and disappointment had become resignation. He had to face reality. Despite some successes, he wasn't meant to be an professional artist. It was just a struggle and not in the least enjoyable anymore. Maybe later he could try again as a hobby if he felt the urge.

He wanted to leave now, but couldn't find the motivation to do even that, so he just watched as two men approached Reggie's cart. One was tall - probably close to 6'4, Castiel estimated. The other was tall enough also, only a couple of inches shorter. The taller one wore his hair longer and a little shaggy, while the other had a neat military style almost buzz cut. They both seemed good looking from what he could tell, and were wearing plaid flannel shirts - red (the taller one) and green - with jeans. They both also seemed like people you did not to mess with judging from their body language.

By rote, Castiel turned to a new page in his sketchbook. He'd sit here for a little longer, probably putting nothing on that page before finally admitting defeat.

But...

The two men came to sit on the bench next to his with their dogs and soft drinks and he couldn't help but listen and look. His eyes were especially drawn to the man in the green as they began unwrapping their lunches. The man scarfed part of his hot dog down quickly, clearly enjoying it, while the other just watched with a mix of quiet bemusement and disapproval. "You know, it wouldn't hurt you to lay off the meat once in a while and at least order a salad or vegan.." he said

"Bite your tongue, Sammy! Says you. No rabbit food or vegan crap. So what if this isn't good for me - I don't really care. Got to take the good where we can. You really think eating healthy is going to make a damn bit of difference in the long run?" the man questioned.

So the taller one's name was "Sammy".

Castiel found himself putting pencil to paper, feeling like he should try once more to capture something - these two. Why not?

"All I know is it feels right for me and you should care, Dean. Keep going like that - you could end up with a heart attack or stroke and then what?"

And "Dean" was the other's name.

Dean just continued munching on his hot dog, but it was obvious the words hadn't gone unheard.

Sammy unwrapped his own dog and began eating.

"Just lucky for you they had vegan," Dean said.

Castiel continued sketching, not worrying about whether it was good or not and just drawing. A few minutes later, he looked over what he had using these two as subjects. There was an expressiveness and a certain spark of a story to it. It wasn't the best sketch he'd ever done, but maybe it meant that he shouldn't give up.