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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years

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How about 20 and 38 with Ransom? I love your blog btw, you are a fabulous writer!

20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

38) “I need you. Now!”

I started giggling evilly as soon as I got this ask nonnie, so thank you for that!

What a surprise, it’s our OTP again!! (Tagging my babes @stargazingfangirl18 @chrissquares @subtlebucky @egcdeath)

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Guys, it’s smut so no minors please!

You chugged another mimosa to cover your eye roll as Jodi started talking about her damn lifestyle brand again.

This was the third time she’d brought it up during the Thrombeys’ monthly brunch. It was like she was shelling a fucking MLM.

You hated that you had been forced to sit with the other women while the boys were out back shooting skeet, but after your last interaction with the family you thought it would be best to avoid making waves as much as possible. And if that meant sitting through inane conversation with the other women, whatever.

It wasn’t the fact that it was girl talk that bothered you. It was as that all of these women were so fucking out of touch with reality that every single thing out of their mouths was like nails on a chalkboard to you. At least if Meg has been there you would’ve had someone relatively normal to engage with, but she was cramming for finals so no such luck.

“Do you really think you should have another drink, Y/N?” Linda tutted condescendingly as you moved to pour yourself another mimosa from the pitcher.

You bit back your comment about her downing six Bloody Marys and gave her a suffering grin. “They’re just so delicious, and it’s not like I have to drive any where.”

“That’s right, you have my son to chauffeur you around.” She muttered as she fidgeted with her blouse. “It must be so nice knowing he’s there to take care of everything for you.”

You practically slammed your glass down, totally ready to give up your resolution to not start a fight as you took a deep breath when suddenly Ransom burst into the sun room, his cheeks flushed from the chill outside.

“Hey babe.” He beamed at you before bending over the back of the sofa you were sitting on to press his lips to yours in an absolutely obscene kiss.

His fingers curled lightly around the base of your throat as he stroked your tongue with his own, tugging at your lips with his teeth until you were moaning wantonly into his mouth, your body trying to arch further towards him and your nipples pebbling under your blouse as a rush of arousal seeped out of you.

“I need you. Now!” He whispered once he broke away, low enough that only you could hear him as you struggled to catch your breath.

You turned back to the three older women to see them giving you very disapproving looks as you quickly downed the rest of your drink before slowly rising off the sofa and smoothing your hands over your pants.

“Ladies.” You said before giving Linda a wicked grin. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta help Ransom take care of something.”

You chuckled to yourself as you heard her splutter with rage behind you when you followed Ransom out into the hall. He dragged you into the bathroom and kicked the door closed behind you, pinning you to it before giving you another searing kiss.

“Was my mom being a bitch again?” He asked as he untucked your blouse and skimmed his hands up your sides before cupping your breasts.

“Yeah, pretty sure she thinks I’m only with you for your money.” You grinned against his lips as your started to undo his belt. “Shows how much she knows. I’m just using you for sex.”

He laughed into your mouth at that, bringing one hand down to grip your ass, pressing you into him as he ground his crotch against you.

“What about you? Why are you so hot and bothered?” You sighed as he moved his mouth down to trace your jaw.

“Just, fucking Walt.” He grumbled, his fingers undoing the buttons of your blouse as he continued to press his growing erection against the seam of your pants, rubbing it right over your clit. “It was either this or shoot him and that little nazi shit.”

“Mmm, good thing I was here then.” You murmured as you wrapped one leg around him. “Don’t stop moving.”

“Jesus, already?” He asked, bringing his face back up to inspect yours as you writhed against him. “We haven’t even gotten to second yet.”

“Yeah, well don’t fucking kiss me like that in front of your family unless you wanna turn me into a wet mess, Hugh.”

“That’s all it takes?” He grinned as he pressed even harder against you, making you bite your lip to swallow a moan. “I’m gonna have to remember that.”

He pressed his lips to yours and twisted his hips slightly and that was it. You felt a shockwave travel up your spine as a wave of bliss spread from your core, your muscles quivering as you fluttered around nothing and your release flooded your panties.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you came down, sawing in your chest as you struggled to regulate it. You finally relaxed and met Ransom’s eyes, grinning at him.

“You treat me so good baby.” You muttered, giving him a quick peck to his lips as you unwound yourself from him. “Gonna take care of you now.”

You sank to your knees in front of him and rubbed your face into the front of his pants, nipping at the outline of his hard cock as you worked at undoing his fly.

“Shit, Y/N!” He hissed as you yanked his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs, freeing his cock to bounce back up against his abs.

You just gazed up at him through your lashes as you spat in your palm then wrapped your hand around his length, sucking his sack into your mouth as you started to stroke him.

“Fuck, oh my god.” Ransom groaned, his breath coming in shallow pants when you swirled your thumb through the precum collected at his tip at the same time you dragged your tongue over the vein that ran over the base of his cock.

“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.” You ordered before taking him in your mouth and sucking while you swirled your tongue around his sensitive head.

“Yes, ma’am.” He whispered, swallowing a cry as you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you drew him further into your mouth.

His hands wrapped in your hair as you kept bobbing your head up and down his length, your hand coming up to fondle his balls as you worked him over. You felt his tip hi the back of your throat and you relaxed, taking him even deeper and swallowing around his cock.

He stopped caring that he was just fifteen feet away from his family and let out a feral growl, his hips and hand moving on their own accord as he started to fuck your throat. You gripped his thighs as you let him work, gazing up at him through your lashes as drool leaked from the corners of your mouth, doing your best to breathe through your nose.

“Fuck, I wanna come all over that pretty face.” He muttered as his cock twitched at the back of your throat, his hips starting to falter in their rhythm. “That ok with you honey?”

You hummed your approval around his cock and he pulled out of you, his hand in your hair tilting your head back as his other tugged at his dick harshly until his cum was shooting all over your cheeks and chin, smearing over your lips as he rubbed his tip against them. He groaned as he finished, slapping the head of his cock against your swollen mouth until he had nothing left to give you.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this, honey.” He murmured as he smeared his thumbs through his spend on your lips before slipping it into your mouth, moaning as you swirled your tongue around it.

You grinned at him and started to stand up before there was a pounding on the bathroom door.

“Who is it?” You called, winking at Ransom and dragging your thumb slowly over your face to collect his cum as you watched him tuck himself back into his pants.

“It’s Linda.” Ransom’s mother called through the door as you sucked your thumb into your mouth, moaning as you tasted his spend. “If you two are quite finished behaving like teenagers, there’s a bit of a line forming.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to open the door, Ransom trying to move to stop you as you still had some of his cum smeared across you chin. You just shook your head at him as you wrenched it open, giving Linda a shit eating grin.

“So sorry Linda, it’s all yours.” You beamed at her, pointedly dragging your thumb over your chin and sucking the rest of her son’s spend into your mouth, moaning pornographically as you maintainted eye contact with her and stepped out into the hall.

Ransom followed after you, shrugging at his mother and laughing like an idiot as he wrapped one arm around your waist and nuzzled into your hair, his lips brushing against the hinge of your jaw.

“Pretty sure that solidified your mom’s hatred of me.” You said with a sly smile, turning to face Ransom as the two of you headed out to the beemer.

“Please, like that matters to me.” He didn’t know how he had ever survived family functions without you before, but he was bringing you to all of them from now on.

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A/N: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I feel just the teensiest bit bad about what I did to Linda here but whatever!

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karahalloway · 3 years

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(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 5 - Sparks Fly

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series Synopsis: The social season may be over, but Harper Gale's problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.

Masterlist: (Less Than) Noble Intentions

Chapter Summary: Arriving in Ramsford, Harper is met with one surprise after another... and a shocking revelation.

Word Count: 7,780

Rating/Warnings: M (swearing, fluff, smut, angst, lots of shouting)

Chapter theme song:

A/N: Yes, this was a long chapter and the next few will be long as well (8,000-9,000 words). This is partially because we have a lot to get through and partially because it just happened this way. I wasn’t planning on the chapters being super long, but this is how they ended up thanks to H&D taking matters into their own hands 😅 Promise they are worth it though!

Chapter 5 - Sparks Fly

Arriving at the Beaumont estate, Drake pulls the car to a stop on the gravel drive in front the House steps. Thanks to his deep-seated moral objection to posted speed limits, we managed to beat the sat nav's estimate and have arrived with about forty minutes to spare.

As he turns off the engine, I reach eagerly for the door handle. After spending almost the whole day on the road — even with the short interlude walking around Avignon — I am desperate to get out and stretch my legs.

But, I feel Drake grasp my wrist.

I look back at him quizzically.

His eyes meet mine and I see something in those soulful depths that gives me pause.

"Is... everything okay?" I ask, turning to face him more fully.

His gaze drops to our connected hands. "I have no idea what's going to happen when we walk through those doors... or what Chris will tell me. But, no matter what happens tonight, or in the days and weeks to come, I want you to know that I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and get your name cleared. And, I want this to serve as a reminder of that."

"Drake...!" I gasp, looking down at the silver bracelet he just clasped onto my wrist. It is a single-strand chain-link affair sporting a lone horseshoe charm. "When did you get this?"

"While you were buying your sportswear," he replies. "I saw it in the window of one of the little boutiques on the way to the bakery. Do you... like it?"

"I love it," I breathe, lifting the charm up with my fingers. The metal feels heavy, and the silversmith has even gone to the trouble of cutting holes through where the nails would go to attach the shoe to the horse's hoof. "But... I don't have anything for you."

Drake scoffs. "It was a spur of the moment thing. I'm not gonna expect you to have anything for me."

I feel my throat constrict with emotion as I glance up at him.

Like Drake himself, the bracelet is unpretentious, yet meaningful. It’s simple and understated enough that I can wear it with pretty much anything — be it street clothes or a ballgown. The horseshoe charm is obviously meant for luck — of which I will definitely need bucketloads to get to the bottom of the plot against me! But, at the same time, it is a personal, yet discreet, memento of Drake himself (referencing his passion for horses and the fact that I call him a 'cowboy') which I can have with me even if we aren’t together.

Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him fervently. "It's perfect... Thank you."

"I've no clue what the hell I did to deserve you," he says, eyes searching mine as if he can find the answer to his question in the depths of my soul, "but I swear that I'll never stop trying to be worthy of it. You... you mean the world to me, Harper, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're happy and safe."

"Drake," I say softly, laying a hand gently on his face. "I don't know why you keep trying to sell yourself short. You've got a heart of solid gold, you're loyal to a fault and selfless to the end. Not to mention down-to-earth, funny, and, quite frankly, amazing in bed. You're everything a girl could want... You're everything I want. I love you..."

His eyes darken with emotion. "I love you, too. So damn much. Don't ever forget it."

"I won't."

Our lips lock in ardent confirmation of our words.

I feel his tongue brush against my bottom lip and my mouth opens to his gentle prodding with a soft sigh. He dives in hungrily, deepening the kiss as he pulls me closer.

I hear him suck in a breath as I respond in kind, tracing the contours of his mouth with my own tongue. His hands snake eagerly around me, and in the next instant, he's pulled me across onto his lap.

"Shit, Harper," he whispers, fisting his fingers into my hair while his other hand coasts up my thigh underneath my skirt. "You've no idea what you do to me..."

"I might have some," I gasp, feeling his rapidly growing desire against my thigh as I trail my fingertips down his chest.

With a low sound in the back of his throat, he captures my lips once more in a searing kiss as he shoves the seat back. Grabbing me again, he twists me up so I am now straddling him. Without relinquishing his hold on my mouth, his hands grasp the softness of my bottom beneath my underwear, making us both groan as he pulls me purposefully against him.

"Christ... You feel good..."

"Don't you need t—?"

"Chris can fuckin' wait," he declares dispassionately, unzipping the back of my dress to yank the bodice down, together with the strapless bra I have on underneath. "I can't."

He runs his thumbs over my nipples, making me shiver, before giving each of them a sensuous lick.

I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, managing to get about half of them undone before my mind becomes overwhelmed with wanton need as he continues to run his hands and mouth over me.

Raking my nails down his chest, I meet his heated gaze. "Pants off. Now."

"Yes, ma'am," he replies gruffly, leaning back to get at the buckle of his belt.

I try to move my weight off him to help him out, and nearly jump out of my skin when I inadvertently press up against the horn.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaim, my heart in my mouth. "D'you think the Beaumonts heard that?"

"Couldn't give a flying fuck right now," he grunts, thrusting his hips up to shove his jeans and boxers down. "Come 'ere."

Yanking me back towards him, a fission of desire runs through my body as his erection brushes against the thin material of my panties. On an impulse, I slide myself up his throbbing member, revelling in the delicious friction of the lace rubbing against my slick folds, before reversing the manoeuvre, making us both moan.

"Harper," grits Drake after the second round, "quit teasing and get on there..."

"I still have my pant—"

I hear a ripping sound as Drake tears my underwear off and flings the remnants onto the back seat.

My mouth drops open. "Did you just—?"

"They were in the way," he growls, bunching the hem of my dress up around my waist.

"They were my only white pair..."

"I'll buy you a new one."

We both gasp loudly as he shoves me down on onto his hard length.

"Someone's impatient," I pant, I grabbing onto his shoulders as I begin to glide against him.

His hands lock onto my ass, pulling me against him in time to the rock of his hips. "It's been almost 24 hours..."

My amused snort turns into a low moan as he trails kisses down my neck. "How...did you manage...to keep it in your pants...previously?"

"With great...fuckin' difficulty," he admits tightly, feathering his tongue down my chest.

He nips my nipple with his teeth, and I clamp my lips together with a moan to stop myself from crying out.

"Don't hold back, baby," he demands. "I want to hear you scream..."

"But—"

"It wasn't a request."

He tugs me towards him forcefully as he thrusts up.

I bite my bottom lip with a high-pitched squeak, as the last thing I want is for the Beaumonts or Christian to hear what we are up to in the car and come investigating. But when Drake runs his tongue across my nipple again and then sucks it into his mouth, while continuing to move beneath me, I can't hold myself in check any longer.

"Drake...!"

"Christ, I love it when you say my name like that..." he murmurs, turning his head to lavish attention on my other breast as well.

Fisting a hand into his hair to arch myself against his mouth, I drop my other hand onto his knee, using the altered angle to help him slide even deeper.

I hear him groan as he adjusts his grip on me, never skipping a beat with his mouth. My body starts to move against his on its own volition as I feel the delicious tension start to build inside of me.

"That's it, girl," Drake huffs, face tight as his breathing becomes more erratic. "Come for me."

My breath starts coming in gasps and moans as our movements reach a fever pitch. I suddenly feel myself tighten around him before my release rips through me and I throw my head back with a scream. Drake grabs me with an impassioned cry a heartbeat later, and I feel his body quake in the aftermath of his climax as he buries his face in my chest.

We flop back against the seat, sweaty foreheads pressed together, arms wrapped around each other as the waves of pleasure slowly start to subside.

"That was..." I pant. "That was...intense."

It's been less than a day since we last had sex, but based on the speed and vigour with which we had thrown ourselves at each other, it might as well have been months.

Drake lets out a self-satisfied chuckle. "Looks like you needed it just as much as I did."

"Is it... always going to be like this?"

Now that the floodgates of our pent up desires had been thrown open, I had serious doubts about our ability to get through the engagement tour without jumping each other at every available (or even unavailable!) opportunity like a pair of horny jackrabbits.

Maybe Drake had been right in wanting to wait until things had calmed down around court... But like he warned back at the hotel, there is no going back now.

"No idea," he admits. "You plannin’ on getting this turned on every time I buy you something?"

I smack him on the chest. "I don't get turned on when you buy me stuff."

"Oh, yeah?" he counters, raising a brow. "Your track record indicates otherwise."

"What track record?"

"You got pretty aroused when I gave you the phone and the money."

"I gave you a kiss. On the cheek. To say thank you," I retort, fighting a self-incriminating blush. "It's something you'd do with your grandma. There was nothing sexual about it."

"Uh-huh," he mutters, clearly unconvinced. "Does your heartrate increase, and your pupils dilate when you kiss your grandma?"

I feel the heat explode over my cheeks.

He is right, of course. Amongst the myriad of feelings he had elicited inside of me that afternoon in the capital, attraction had definitely been one of them. And the impulsive kiss that had followed was probably the thing that had set us tumbling down the rabbit hole of our tortuous courtship.

"Two occurrences don't make a pattern," I grumble, pushing myself off him to yank my bra and dress back up. Drake reaches behind me to pull the zip closed.

"Guess I'll just have to keep buying you things, then," he replies unconcernedly as he begins to button his shirt. "See what happens."

I open the car door and slide myself off his lap. "No," I declare emphatically. "I am perfectly capable of buying stuff for myself."

"Don't see why you're complainin’,” he drawls, lifting his hips to hoist his boxers and jeans back up. "I see it as a win-win-win. I get to treat the girl I love, and prove my point, while you get things you want-slash-need without spending any money. And we both get to enjoy some damn hot sex afterwards."

"You're impossible," I say with a rueful roll of my eyes as I straighten my skirt. It’s rumpled beyond belief, but apart from a few brushes of my hand to try and smooth it out, there isn’t much I can do about it at this point. Hopefully no one will notice...

"And you love me anyway," he smirks, grabbing me by the waist to pull me in for a kiss as he steps out of the car as well.

I smile against his lips. "You're going to be the death of me, Walker."

"Quid pro quo, Gale," he murmurs with a sly quirk to his mouth. "Quid pro quo."

I shake my head at him as I move around to the other side of the car to grab my bag out from where I left it in the passenger footboard. Slinging it over my shoulder, I make my way to the trunk.

But, just as I reach the back of the BMW, I hear the beep of the alarm engaging.

"Could you unlock it again?" I ask. "I need new underwear."

"I thought you liked going commando," he drawls pointedly, joining me on the other side of the car.

"That was a one-off," I correct. "You saw how low the back of that dress went."

"I think you should make a habit of it," he replies, steering me towards the House... and away from the car. "One less thing to take off, an' all..."

"Drake!" I protest in dismay, turning beet red. "I am not going in there without underwear!"

"Chillax, Gale," he murmurs into my ear as we reach the stone steps leading up to the front door. "Unless you're planning on advertising the fact, no one's gonna know."

I scowl at him, refusing to admit that he has a point.

"Plus," he adds silkily, brushing his lips against my ear. "It makes for quite the turn-on..."

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop a moan from escaping me as he ghosts his hand meaningfully over the curve of my backside. "Are you always this insatiable?"

He fixes me with a scorching look. "Tell me you're not."

I feel myself flush as I look quickly down. Of course I am... I just jumped him in the car like a desperate nympho.

“That’s what I thought…”

Opening the heavy wooden door, he ushers me inside.

Pausing in the entrance hall, his demeanour suddenly shifts as he takes my hand in his with a low breath. "I have no idea how long this is gonna take..."

I give his hand a squeeze. "It'll take as long as it takes. I'll be fine by myself for a few hours."

He runs his thumb over the bracelet on my wrist. "D'you want me to order some take-out for you while you wait? The Beaumonts probably don't have any food in and we can't have you wasting away from hunger."

"Sure. I'll let you pick. As long as I get to pay for it this time."

He rolls his eyes with a smirk as he leans in to brush a kiss against my lips. "Deal."

Turning on his heel, he makes his way down the hallway towards the library.

I watch him go with a whimsical smile.

How I managed to land a guy like Drake, I'll never know... He is—

I suddenly become aware of a wetness running down the inside of my thighs.

With a groan of exasperation, I hurry to the bathroom across from the study before the results of our amorous activities end up puddling at my feet, thanks to my lack of underwear. Locking the door, I quickly tidy myself up.

Catching sight of myself in the mirror over the sink afterwards, I redden when I see that several locks of hair had escaped my braid, the rose that I had threaded through the weave has become crushed, and my bra is poking out over the top of my dress.

Thank God no one saw me when we walked in!

Pulling the hair-tie out, I gingerly extract the rose from my hair. Doing a quick comb-through with my fingers, I retire my hair into a high ponytail before sorting my dress out so I don’t look quite like I've just had a proverbial tumble in the hay.

As I'm pulling the bodice of my dress up, I catch a whiff of bergamot and cedar, interlaced with a hint of musky sweat. Lifting the material up, I breathe it in, momentarily losing myself in Drake's heady scent.

I've never met a guy who smelled so good...

Every time I inhale the distinctive aroma of his spicy aftershave, or the natural smell of his skin, I feel a paradoxical, yet comforting mix of calm and arousal wash over me.

Drake's mere presence relaxes me, as I know that whenever I am with him, nothing can touch me. And when he holds me in his arms, he has the ability to shut out the rest of the world around us, making me feel immeasurably safe and secure.

Maybe that's why he’s so good with horses... They probably sense his grounding, zen-like vibes as well.

But, underneath that outwardly stoic countenance bubbles an inferno of heat and passion that — when released from its tightly battened down confines — had the capacity to consume not just him, but me as well. Every time he looks at me, I can see that fire rippling just beneath the surface, ready to unleash itself at the slightest invitation, and I can’t wait for it to engulf me each and every time.

Lifting my face from the front of my dress, I blink my eyes open.

If I’m not careful, I’m going to end up standing here for hours, OD-ing on pheromones...

Glancing in the mirror one more time, I smooth the front of my dress down, before unlocking the door and stepping back out into the hallway...

...only to nearly collide into someone hurrying past.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I exclaim.

"Harper!"

Glancing up, I gasp as I find myself staring up at a shocked Christian.

"What are y—?"

His eyes widen in sudden realisation... and in the next instant, a look of such naked indignation washes over his face that I actually take an involuntary step back.

"Where is he?" he growls.

I gulp.

I have never seen Christian truly angry before, and it’s definitely not a sight I ever want to face again.

But, as much as this side of him frightened the bejesus out of me, I am not going to let Christian take his ire out on Drake. Especially after what he did to me at the Coronation Ball.

"Wh-who?" I ask with a slightly shaky voice, forcing myself to meet his steely green gaze.

Christian's eyes narrow dangerously before he sidesteps me to surge down the corridor with all the fury of a hurricane.

"Christian! Wait!"

But, he's already reached the double doors of the library. Throwing them open with a crash, he bellows, "What the fuck were you thinking, Drake!"

I see Drake's shoulders tense before he slowly turns to face Christian with a look that could slay. Crossing his arms defiantly over his chest, he says, "I'm sure Gale would be very interested to know your answer to that question, Your Majesty." The last two words drip with vitriol.

Christian marches up to Drake, and I'm convinced he's going to grab him by the shirt and throttle him.

"Christian!" I cry desperately, rushing up to them. "Stop!"

I have no idea whether or not he hears me. But I heave a small sigh of relief as Christian stops a mere foot from Drake.

Jabbing an accusatory finger at his friend's face, Christian hisses, "Don't you dare take that tone with me, Drake. I'm your King now and you had orders to—"

Drake snorts. "Maybe you should phrase your orders more carefully next time."

"I should have you punished for insubordination," declares Christian with a glacial glare.

I suck in a horrified breath. He can't mean that... Can he?

"I followed that bullshit order to the letter," replies Drake with equal dispassion.

"You brought her back! You did the exact opposite of wh—"

"You should never have sent her away in the first place!"

"Guys!" I plead desperately. "Can we please just—?"

"I did what I had to for her!" shouts Christian. "If you'd been thinking with your head instead of your dick, you would've real—"

"At least I was thinking!" retorts Drake. "Instead of reacting like a fuckin' image-conscious moron! You cared more about how—"

"Someone threatened her!"

I feel the blood drain from my face. "What?"

Drake looks like he's just been punched in the gut. But in the next second, he's launched himself at Christian with a roar. "Why didn't you tell me!"

"Drake! No!" I cry.

"What in God's name is going on in here?"

Bertrand and Maxwell rush into the library to find Drake holding Christian's jacket in a death grip, their faces inches apart, while I try — and fail — to separate them.

"Unhand your King this instant, Mr Walker!" orders Bertrand, his voice cracking across the room like a whip. "Or I'm calling the police."

"Drake..." I beg. "Please..."

With a furious growl, Drake shoves Christian away before turning to stomp to the other side of the library, his entire body literally shaking with tension.

Stopping to steady himself against a bookshelf, he grits, "You should've told me..."

Christian straightens his blazer with a sigh. "I was going to. After the announcement. Bastien was supposed to take you to a secure room so we could talk. But, after you knocked that Guard out, they lost track of you. And by the time they told me, and I called you, you were gone."

My mouth drops open in surprise. He overpowered a Guard to get to me...?

"Can someone please explain what's going on?" interjects Maxwell, casting his eyes over the three of us in confusion. "And why Harper's suddenly back?"

Christian meets my eye. "I think we should all sit down."

At that moment, the doorbell rings.

"Are you expecting someone else, Your Majesty?" inquires Bertrand.

"No..."

"It must be the food!" I exclaim, hurrying out the library doors, desperate to get away from the choking tension in the room, especially since I was the cause of it.

Heaving the heavy entrance door open, I see a guy holding a large cardboard box.

"Pizza pour Mademoiselle Gale?"

"Oui, c'est moi," I reply, digging my purse out of my bag. "Err... combien?"

"Twenty-five ducats," replies the guy, switching to English.

I dig out a ten and and a twenty. "Keep the change."

He nods in thanks as he hands me the pizza. "Bon journé, Demoiselle."

I glance up in surprise as he turns to walk back to his moped. Did he... recognise me?

He gives me a wink as he revs the bike, and I feel myself relax a bit as I close the door. If he did, he wasn't going to advertise it. But I am going to have to be a lot more careful from here on out...

Speed-walking back to the library, I am relieved to find that the temperature in the room has cooled somewhat. The guys have settled into some overstuffed Chesterfields by the fireplace, nursing tumblers of cognac — with the exception of Drake, who is pacing back and forth in front of the hearth like a caged tiger.

At my approach, he snaps his head up and strides over to me. His fingers brush against mine as he takes the box from me, a mixture of angst and contrition swirling in his mocha eyes.

My heart goes out to him, knowing that he is no doubt blaming himself for putting me in danger by bringing me back... even though it isn’t his fault and he hadn't known about this new threat against me.

But, before I have a chance to say anything, he's turned away to deposit the box onto the antique Rococo coffee table.

"Harper?"

Looking up, I see Christian indicating that I should sit.

"Would you care for a drink, my lady?" asks Bertrand as I settle onto the edge of the sofa.

Drake takes up position behind me, like a wrathful guardian angel.

I glance at Bertrand with a raised brow. I don't think I've ever heard him speak this politely to me before... but that might just be because Christian is here.

"No, thank you."

My stomach is after the pizza, but I am still too much on edge after what just happened to be able to consider eating, as I know the food will just stick to the back of my throat.

There is a moment of slightly awkward silence where everyone just looks at the floor.

Christian clears his throat. "I guess we'll kick off then. Firstly, I would like to extend my sincerest apologies to House Beaumont for what transpired at the Coronation Ball. And thank them for agreeing to host us nevertheless, especially on such short notice. I hope this meeting with help shed light on the unfortunate set of events that led us to being gathered here this evening."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," nods Bertrand. "We are, of course, at your service."

"House Beaumont's loyalty to the Crown is without reproach," nods Christian. "That said, I do need to emphasise the need for absolute discretion with regards to everything that we are about to discuss. Nothing we say tonight is allowed to leave this room."

"Our lips are sealed, Your Majesty," affirms Bertrand.

"Good. Now, for the sake of cohesion," continues Christian, "I suppose we should start with the obvious... I presume everyone in this room is aware of what happened at Applewood on the day of the Jamboree?"

There is a tense silence from the men.

"I will take that as a 'yes'," surmises Christian. "While it was evident that Tariq did what he did in the hopes of causing a scandal to disqualify Harper as a suitor, it appears — based on the events of the Coronation Ball — that the plot to influence the outcome of the competition ran deeper than any of us originally thought."

"What do you mean?" asks Maxwell.

"I wasn't the only target."

The Beaumonts snap their eyes onto me in shocked disbelief.

"Harper?" indicates Christian. "Would you care to fill the Beaumonts in on the events of the Ball?"

"Sure." I quickly relay the mysterious note that Hana received, followed by Olivia's sudden departure.

"Did any of the other suitors receive threatening notes?" asks Bertrand.

"No," says Drake.

"Actually," interjects Christian. "There was a note addressed to Harper as well."

I suck in a breath. "What?"

"Bastien intercepted it before it was delivered to you. After what happened with Tariq, I had asked the Guard to keep an eye out for anything potentially suspicious concerning you. But, Bastien only brought it to my attention after we parted ways just before the announcement."

"I... I see..."

It must've been why he was late getting onto the stage with the King and Queen.

"What did the note say?" Drake asks quietly, the softness of his voice belying a dangerous edge.

"That Harper will never be queen and she should leave court immediately... or there would be consequences."

I feel Drake bristle behind me.

"Who would dare blackmail a member of House Beaumont in such a sordid fashion?" gasps Bertrand.

"We don't know," admits Christian. "Both Harper's and Hana's letters were printed on standard Palace stationery with no identifying features. I presume the same with Olivia's."

"Could you dust them for fingerprints, or something?" asks Maxwell.

"You could, but it'd be a waste of time," says Drake tightly. "Given how many people touched the letters already, you'd be lucky to get a clean print from the author, assuming that they even left any prints on the paper in the first place. And even if you managed to get a full print, you're probably not going to get a match – people only get fingerprinted here if they've committed a crime, and since we're dealing with an aristo plot, pretty much none of the nobles have any records in the police database."

"Nevertheless, Olivia is conducting a full forensic analysis of her letter, in case it reveals something useful about who it came from,” adds Christian.

"So, you sent me away because of this note?" I ask quietly, returning to the topic at hand.

Christian nods. "In light of how deeply Olivia was shaken by the contents of her own letter, and how easily Hana believed that her note had come from her parents, not to mention what Tariq had already tried to do to you at Applewood, I immediately assumed the worst — that your life was in danger. So, I instructed Bastien to escort you and the Beaumonts from the Palace before the final announcement for your own safety."

"You could've done it quietly," growls Drake.

Glancing up, I can see him glaring at Christian accusingly. This is obviously a point of contention between the two of them.

"No," replies Christian with a sigh. "Because of the clear-cut threat contained in the letter, I knew I had to make a big show of Harper's departure to ensure that whoever had sent the note saw it, even if they were not at the Ball."

"You mean... you deliberately played to the press," I surmise.

Christian nods. "And that's also why we couldn't let you get to Harper," he adds, looking up at Drake. "For her safety, we had to make it look like she had fallen from favour, that I had severed all ties with her. Everyone knows you're my best friend, and we couldn't let them think that I was reaching out to her through you."

"Well, fuck load of good that did..." mutters Drake.

Bertrand's nostril flare in disapproval at Drake's crass language.

"...they printed the photos anyway."

"I admit that we were playing on the back foot from the start... or maybe they were planning on publishing the pictures regardless. But, in any event, I knew Harper would be safer away from court, at least until the scandal had a chance to die down a bit. I didn't want to risk an even worse reprisal if she stayed."

Drake snorts. "You really thought she was going to be safer in New York? Or back home in Bozeman?"

"It wasn't safe for her to stay at court," Christian insists. "We don't know who was plotting against her, or how deep this treachery runs. She would've been in danger if she had stayed."

"She would've been in more danger back home!" expounds Drake. "The story's already made it to the other side of the Atlantic! Every pap within a five-state radius would've been after her the moment she landed. Hell, they're probably already knocking on the doors of her family and anyone who knows her in the hopes of getting a comment!"

My face pales. "My family...! I need to warn them!"

Drake grabs my hand as I reach desperately into my bag for my phone. "Don't worry. We'll talk to them after this."

I nod shakily as I settle back down.

"Plus, with no security and no safe place to go, she would've been a sitting duck back in the States if anyone tried to go after her," adds Drake. "No offence, buddy, but your plan was crap."

"Mr Walker!" cries Bertrand. "How dare you speak to your King in that manner?"

"He's a big boy. He can take it," mutters Drake flippantly.

Bertrand's mouth drops in mute horror.

Christian stares up at Drake for a long moment. "Alright, I admit, you have a point," he concedes. "But, I would've preferred if you had discussed your plan to go after her with me first."

"Would you have been on board?" asks Drake pointedly.

I see Christian's Adam's apple bob. "No. Probably not."

"Then you'd better apologise to Gale."

"Mr Walker! Now, really! I know you've known the King since you were both children, but a modicum of—"

Christian silences Bertrand with a wave of his hand.

Bertrand looks like he's about to retort, but in the end thinks better if it and settles back in the Chesterfield with a scowl of disapproval aimed in Drake's direction.

Running his hand over his forehead with a heavy sigh, Christian looks up at me. "Harper, I am truly sorry about how the situation played out – I know it must've been confusing and frightening, and, in hindsight, Drake is right that I probably acted without due consideration of all the factors. But, please believe me that in that moment, all I could think about what getting you as far away from court as possible, and that your safety and well-being were foremost on my mind. Will you... forgive me?"

I feel some of the tension inside of me unwind. "Of course." I reach out to give his hand a squeeze.

"And I promise that I will do everything in my power to get to the bottom of this plot and clear your name. Someone went to extreme and sophisticated lengths to manipulate the competition by driving away the three suitors I am closest to. I cannot... I will not let something like this stand."

"Thank you."

Now that the tension in the room — and in my body — has dissipated, my stomach is gurgling in hunger. Flicking the lid of the cardboard box open I grab a slice of the almost-cold pizza.

"But... if you knew that the competition was rigged," says Maxwell, taking his cue from me and reaching for a slice as well, "why did you choose Madeleine? Couldn't you have... just called the whole thing off?"

I hold up the slice I grabbed questioningly towards Drake. Lunch had been a while ago, and he is probably just as hungry as I am, especially after all the driving he's done today, not to mention riding the unexpected rollercoaster of emotions this evening.

After a moment of deliberation, he takes it with a small smile of appreciation.

"No," says Christian with a shake of his head as he too claims a bit of pizza. "I could not let the plotters think that we were wise to their machinations. If we are to uncover the full extent of this plot, we need to play along. At least for now. And as to why I chose Madeleine...? The night before the Coronation Ball, she came to me and proposed an arrangement."

Everyone snaps their head towards Christian in surprise.

"I knew she was involved!" I declare as I grab a slice for myself. "She tried to disrupt the Bash as well!"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," cautions Christian. "I merely said that she proposed an arrangement. It doesn't necessarily mean that she's involved, or even aware of the plot against the other suitors. But, I believe we can use her proposal to our advantage."

"What was it?" asks Drake around a mouthful of pizza.

Bertrand tuts in disapproval at Drake's lack of table-manners, but Drake simply grabs another slice with a roll of his eyes before settling himself on the arm of the sofa next to me. Glancing up him, I can see that he's looking more relaxed as well, now that the air's been cleared with Christian.

"She told me that she knew that I wasn't in love with her, but she didn't care. She didn't love me either."

"Wow... Way to win someone over..." I mutter.

"But, regardless of the fact that my heart yearned for someone else..." Christian flashes me a brief, pained look and I feel my heart constricts slightly, "...she nevertheless felt that she would be the best choice for Cordonia. Not only is she Regina's cousin and had been training for the role since she could walk, but the Amaranth family is highly influential both here and abroad. We would, therefore, make the perfect royal couple."

"But, didn't you tell her that you didn't want a loveless marriage?" I ask, polishing off my slice and reaching for another.

"I did. And, hence her proposal. She told me that as long as I picked her to be Queen, I could have any number of mistresses that I wanted, provided, of course, that we sired a few heirs together as well, and I kept my dalliances sufficiently discreet, so as not to publicly embarrass her."

I realise that I'm staring at Christian with a slack-jawed expression, pizza halfway to my mouth. "You're joking..."

Christian scoffs. "I really wish I was... It was the strangest conversation of my life. And I once talked to the curator of a sex toy museum at a charity fundraiser."

"But, you didn't think her suggestion was suspicious?" I insist. "Or, at the very least, brazenly desperate?"

"No. Not initially, anyway. Political marriages are a common arrangement amongst the nobility, after all, so the keeping of paramours is an open secret at court."

"So... what did you say?" asks Drake. He looked more perturbed by Christian's revelation than I was.

"In an effort to appease her — and get her out of my room — I told her I'd think about it. But, as Harper said, I was not really willing to consider a marriage just for the sake of politics. I wanted to marry someone I actually cared about."

"So, why did you pick her then?" I ask. "I mean... there was also Penelope and Kiara..."

"Because when the photos of you and Tariq hit the airwaves, I realised she was my best bet to get to the bottom of this conspiracy."

"In what way, Your Majesty?" asks Bertrand. He seems to have finally decided that if pizza was good enough for the King of Cordonia, then it was good enough for the head of House Beaumont as well, and was going to great pains to eat his slice in the most dignified manner possible.

"On one hand, she is uncompromisingly practical and as cunning as she is calculating... and that makes her a formidable ally, or a very dangerous adversary."

"So, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?" I surmise, licking some wayward sauce off my fingers, feeling much better after a hit of cheese and carbs.

"Exactly," nods Christian. "If she isn't involved in the plot, she will be able to help us find those who are. And if she is involved, I'd prefer to have her somewhere the Guard can keep a close eye on her, under the pretence of security."

"And on the other hand...?" asks Maxwell.

Christian's composure wavers momentarily. "On the other hand, if we are unable to expose the plot before the wedding, then at least I would have recourse to her proposal."

I stare at Christian in disbelief. "You... you'd actually go through with the marriage?"

"Yes..." he sighs. "Thanks to my father's abdication, I don't have a lot of choice. The Crown needs to present a strong front to the outside world, especially in light of the press scandal that upstaged the end of the social season. Our allies — and the people — will want a demonstration of stability to reassure them that all is well on the home front. Anything else, and our entire system of government may very well be called into question, which could create social unrest, not to mention untold damage to the economy. I... I have to think of the wider picture. Not just my personal desires."

I reach out to grasp Christian's hand. I have no idea how he is feeling right now — probably pretty crap, considering everything that's happened, and he's only been on the throne for a day — but, I know that if I was in his shoes, I'd be an utter mess right now.

Christian flashes me a wan smile of appreciation as he squeezes my hand back.

"Any word on Tariq?" asks Drake, dusting his hands off. "He's the key to all this..."

"Based on what the Guard have been able to verify," says Christian taking a sip of his cognac, "after he left Applewood, he went to a nearby hospital to get his wrist treated. He stayed there overnight, before discharging himself in the morning to head to the police station to report you for assault."

I feel, rather than see, Drake's scowl of death.

I hope Tariq is holed up somewhere tight... Because whatever Drake is planning on doing to him when he gets his hands on the bastard, it’s going to be a lot worse than a broken wrist...

"And then?" asks Drake roughly.

"He stopped at a bank to withdraw a rather large sum of money, before hailing a taxi to take him to an abandoned estate on the edge of the capital. After that, the trail goes cold."

"Abandoned estate?" I ask in surprise. "That is not suspicious... Or creepy at all..."

"Exactly. The Guard are trying to find out more about the property, in the event that it is significant in any way, but they're having to go through all the records by hand, given that none of it is digitalised. So, it's taking a bit of time."

"Have the Guard checked the entry and exit points in and out of the country?" asks Drake. "Based on his behaviour, he's planning to run... if he hasn't already."

"Bastien has designated a team to search for him," informs Christian. "They're keeping eyes on all the Besnard properties, his phone, his credit cards, and all the travel terminals, but so far, no sightings. I will, of course, let you know if anything changes."

"Speaking of phones, we should sort out everyone's here," adds Drake.

"I agree," nods Christian.

"What do you mean?" asks Maxwell, throwing his head up.

"Given the nefariousness of the plot we're facing," explains Christian, "we need to assume that no form of communication is safe, and that someone could be trying to listen in on phone calls, or intercept texts and emails. But, we will need to keep in touch in the lead-up to, and over the duration of the engagement tour in order to share any new findings with each other, and arrange face-to-face meetings, if required. Therefore, before we leave today, I would ask that you give Drake your phones and laptops, so he can arrange for the Guard to set up appropriate encryption software on them."

"But... I need my phone..." objects Maxwell. "My followers expect regular updates from me..."

I catch Drake's eye and I can see that he is thinking the same thing that I am... There is potentially sensitive information on Maxwell's phone, and this is going to be the perfect opportunity for Drake to do some digging and find out whether Maxwell is involved in the bachelor party photo fiasco.

"The security of the Crown is more important than your stupid social media accounts, Maxwell!" gripes Bertrand. "You will give Mr Walker your phone."

"Erm... okay..." concedes Maxwell warily. "But, I don't want the Guard snooping through my personal files and things..."

"I am sure they will treat your phone with the highest discretion," Christian assures him. "And you will have your devices back in a couple of days once the encryption software has been installed. So, I don't expect your followers will be too put out..."

"So... what's the plan in the meantime?" I ask.

"We prepare for the engagement tour as if we are unaware of the plot," advises Christian. "We need to make those involved think that they have won... at least for the moment. So, we have time to determine out what we're dealing with and come up with a plan of action, as well as let the media fruror around Lady Harper die down a bit."

"What do you need from us, Your Majesty?" asks Bertrand.

"Seeing as my friend Drake here decided to take matters into his own hands," says Christian dryly, "and brought Harper back to Cordonia, she will need a place to stay. Since it is not safe for her back at the Palace, can I trust you to look after her and prepare her for the engagement tour?"

"Without a question," affirms Bertrand. "She is a Beaumont, after all."

"Bad plan," objects Drake. "Here in Ramsford, she is totally exposed. If someone wanted to get to her, this is the first place they'll come looking when they can't find her at the Palace or back in the States. Plus, the Beaumonts have no guards, no security and the House is in the middle of nowhere. If anything were to happen, we'd never reach to her in time. She'd be better off at the Palace in Savs' old room."

"I appreciate your concern, Drake," replies Christian, "but I worry that if she returns to court too soon, she will become even more of a target. That is why Lady Hana returned to Shanghai and Olivia is back at her estate in Lythikos."

"I can hire some private security," offers Bertrand.

"Like hell!" scoffs Drake. "Those guys are joke!"

"Couldn't Drake stay?" I ask Christian meaningfully. "He...knows self-defence and was going to teach me as well." I hope that is both vague and specific enough to get the point across, given that the Beaumonts don’t know (and don’t need to know!) what Drake does for a living.

"Unfortunately, not," says Christian. "I... need him back at the Palace." His tone is equally meaningful.

I feel my shoulders slump. We really can’t catch a break, can we...?

"Then send someone from the Guard down," proposes Drake. He isn’t looking happy either, but he can’t raise objections without revealing the status of our relationship to everyone in the room.

"Alright," agrees Christian. "I'll talk to Bastien to find out who's available. Hopefully he can spare someone for a few weeks until the start of the engagement tour."

"A few weeks?" I query apprehensively. "When does the engagement tour start?"

"In about a month," replies Christian.

"A month!"

"And a very busy month it will be!" declares Bertrand. "Because of the plot against you, the press is currently having a field day smearing your name. So, we need to ensure that by the time you return to court, your behaviour and etiquette are impeccable."

"But wait..." I say, holding up a hand. "If you're so concerned about security here at the Beaumonts, will it even be safe for me to go back to court for the engagement tour? I mean, in the big scheme of things, a month's not a huge amount of time..."

"Yes," confirms Christian. "I am making arrangements for your return already. As my mistress."

I nearly choke my pizza back up.

The story continues in Chapter 6 - Confiteor

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Please PLEASE go into detail about how protective he is over Chiaki!! I literally am begging to finally hear someone else actually acknowledge their friendship/relationship especially after having to deal with a pretty toxic anti-bi/pan Nagito rper I was on a server with for a good part of a year! (Sorry went kinda ranty but hopefully my anguish is understandable!)

Oh my lord, you’re giving me a chance to shine with my fixations?! I can’t thank you enough! Now, please understand that this is based on my perception of the series as I’ve played through the second game twice. I’m pretty good when it comes to being the person who has unpopular opinions and ships and I know claiming that Nagito is bi/pan/Demi is probably one of them. But honestly, it comes from the desire to see this boy get as much love as possible. Because he sure needs it.

Ultimately, Nagito’s sexuality is never canonly specified, so I think whether gay, bisexual, Pansexual, or what have you, we’re all well within our rights to just have fun and see what we want to in a really flawed and relatable character. And that’s what makes it interesting.

That being said, let’s talk about Nagito and Chiaki. Friendship or romantic, I don’t think you can deny that Chiaki is at least special to Nagito in some way.

Upon replaying the second game, I’ve realized how protective Nagito actually is towards Chiaki interestingly enough.

In chapter 2, she leaves to go question Fuyuhiko but Nagito stops her and tells her not to let Fuyuhiko get rough with her. Every time Chiaki’s skills help them advance, he deeply praises her. Even after he’s stopped praising all the others (which he does mostly after Chapter one, hinting he does not like some of them as actual people). But for some reason, especially during the trials, Nagito is quick to jump in and mention how wonderful Chiaki is and compliment her (only to be usually cut off by someone when he starts to ramble).

It should also be noted that Chiaki and Nagito both share an appreciation for games. Nagito seems to like more luck-based games for obvious reasons, but he also mentions that like Chiaki, he likes the Twilight Syndrome series. Both of them similarly state that they felt Monokuma was butchering a favorite game of theirs.

They also both have an odd way of trying to cheer Hajime up and joke with him, the examples shown coincidentally beside one another. Chiaki says she’s gonna look for a dirty book, throwing Hajime off and Nagito “jokingly” tells Hajime to lick his boots and now to him, but Hajime is extremely put off when he claims it was a joke. These oddballs get each other in the weirdest of ways is what I’m saying. They’re both incredibly antisocial, but their hearts are reaching the same place too when they try to make an effort.

In chapter 4, when Chiaki teams up with Nagito and Kazuichi, then leaves because they’re both being clingy, Nagito quickly follows and chases after her to make sure she’s okay. Then he chastised her for running off, looking deeply concerned. Even after his attitude change, he will answer her more directly and not ignore her. When she tells him to be quiet, he politely obeys... or maybe it’s because he’s deep in thought about her motives as he mentions he was watching the trial carefully to decide on who the traitor is.

I may just be mentioning this because they’re my OTP, but if you know about their school time together and pay attention to Nagito’s Hope versus Chiaki’s Hope, I think it’s fascinating.

Okay, now let’s head into Danganronpa 3 territory. Now this is the part where I am the most shaky as I’m still trying to determine what I take canon from this series. The thing is, a friend who got me into the series informed me that the production was way rushed and that Kodaka never wanted to do the anime in the first place. But! That being said, Chiaki and Nagito have some great moments in this and the anthology comics along with it, so let’s get into some stuff.

First of all, Nagito warmly mentions that Chiaki being their class rep makes her the true Hope of their class. And you can tell he’s serious because as he’s saying it, he’s doing that thing where he’s staring at his hand desperately like he wants eat it. You know the look.

Moving on, it’s clear that aside from Chisa, Chiaki is the only one to value and treasure Nagito. And this makes sense. In her own dying words, she loves her classmates. They are the world to her. All of them. And of course, she loves Nagito too with all her heart. As evidenced as she cradled him protectively in her arms while he’s injured. At first when Chiaki and the others are determined to stand up to Junko and get their teacher back, Nagito pleads with Chiaki not to. That his luck could not overcome them. He knows they can’t win in this situation and I do think he was actually trying to talk Chiaki out of it. But of course, when Chiaki pushes back and says she wants to go anyways, he literally can’t help himself when it comes to wanting to see Hope shine. So he agrees and praises her again because of course he does.

Until it all leads to the Pain Train with Despair coming out on top. Chiaki is brutally slaughtered and we see something new from Nagito. He breaks down crying. Tears are streaming madly down his face as a forced and twisted smile appears on his lips. He even beseeches Chiaki’s name. “You understand right? You know you’re a stepping stone for Hope!” “What has been done to Nanami is unforgivable...” Nagito’s already trying to cope. To rationalize something horrible that he just witnessed in his mind. He’s trying to protect himself as he’s utterly being destroyed and breaking down like all of his classmates. Chiaki’s death literally shatters his mind. It’s a pretty well done scene even if I’m not a big fan of the brainwashing stuff. Not to mention, the way he says “You understand right, Nanami?” As if he’s begging for her forgiveness as he falls apart. It’s so very very tragic. And of course, when being made apart of the Neo World Program, his desire to see Chiaki once more, just one more time like his classmates, brings her back to him(and the other classmates) in AI form.

Honestly... it’s pretty beautiful. Chiaki is apart of Nagito in some way and is imprinted into his mind and heart. He longed to see her as much as everyone else. This person, who doesn’t seek out relationships because his luck either gets them killed or he finds their Hope to be too weak, has a connection with Chiaki like that. This is literally a person who believes his life is just a stepping stone for better and more worthy people, someone who knows their existence is a formality at this point. And still, he does have connections. There are people capable of caring about him and loving him and Chiaki was one of those people. And he wanted to see her again in the Neo World Program. Like Chiaki said, it’s no less than miracle.

But alas, this is getting rather long, isn’t it? Well in the D3 anthology, Nagito also is concerned when Chiaki avoids eating because of her hyperfixation on gaming. Chiaki skipping out on self care?! Not cool, Chiaki. And so he challenges her to a game to make sure she’ll eat lunch. Fucking protective as hell. And yes yes, the anthology isn’t canon... but that’s the thing about Danganronpa. The series is over. Any additional info and stuff added to it is meant to enrich the experience for the fandom, so it’s canon to me. What’s the fandom gonna do? Whine at me and tell me it isn’t? That Nagito wouldn’t do these things when official anthologies and content that’s sold for Danganronpa tells me he would? So... yeah.

Ultimately, whether you ship them or not, I think this fandom is missing out on the Komanami side of things and how good their relationship is when you really observe it. :3

#danganronpa #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #komanami #komahinanami #hajime hinata #me: I want to give the Komanami and KomaHinaNami and Nagito is Pan/Bi crew everything they want!!#I hope my rambles suffice!#and I’m sorry you had those fandom experiences #I rp and I love playing a bi and pan Nagito so hit me up sometime

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interchangetalks · 2 years

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UNDER THE SEA...

that’s where all our ships are sinking because it’s break up season, bitches. no one is weathering this storm. ariel might have sat on rocks to sing a pretty tune but around here our favourite disasters are crashing into them like never before and if you ask me, there won’t be many who ever make it back. rest in pieces.

to honour our most recent dearly departed guests, i’m not even going to throw shade. i’m sure that auggie will do enough of that about our most beloved threesome participant francis wymack. good luck in the city, bodhi and owen, you were our favourite gays (sorry, kai). please, only come back if you want to be in another controversial fourway relationship.

we’ll start with a little low down on our favourite unhappily married couple everett and emerson. we’re all shocked they stayed married this long but we hear through the grapevine that everetts finally filing for that D-I-V-O-R-C-E. celebrations might be in order but emerson went full speed ahead when it came to fulfilling her new role as community hoe... is she trying to one up her husbands rep? more on this later.

rumour has it that kai left the party with our favourite young sweet magazine enthusiastic. so, which option did you take on the pop quiz? A or B? you know, we never pictured lloyd in a sexy beach themed entanglement but it certainly has our interest. our new otp? ares and olivia are out forever, kai and lloyd are in.

silas was playing his normal party tricks and honouring his title as one of the community dicks, first there was reese, then there was emerson (these two have a thing for sharing guys) and then there was... most shocking of all, reid bennet. it must be hard putting so much work in around here to seeming sexy and mysterious but the good news is that it seems like there’s a new mystery man on the horizon... welcome to the interchange mariano. i wonder if he uses the pet name kitten too.

with this shit ton of new faces it’s hard to keep up but we’ll make sure to keep a close eye on all these new attractive young people to ensure we can dish the dirt on them as a matter of urgency.

keo and ashley mac making are making a splash when it comes to hitting the likability scale- but with the return of the other ashley, we have to question how long it’ll take for shit to hit the fan and if she’s interested in rekindling her little friendship with our very own naomi o now prank seasons over. if not maybe we’ll get our dreams of a man hating ashley supremacy over here.

it seems like valeria returned just in time to be flavour of the week and she might have enjoyed a little flirtation with finley and everett. but don’t feel bad about flirting with your friends husband, val... emerson will be square because we hear she was busy asking cassidy if he was interested in a little ocean action. now, i thought we believed in girl code at least, ladies. can’t you trust any of your friends with your boyfriend, cecilya?

we did spy one particularly thrilling scene, our own little tyler standing up to his long term lover (and executioner) elle woodhouse. we all know how elle loves to keep a list of rotational lovers on the go but with them dropping like flies, maybe she should be a little kinder to the only one who actually likes her. maybe it’s time for little ty to get a piece on the side and see if she cares when she’s going through dick-privation. consider rosalie, alana or jac as some sexy options.

what else? auggie’s still crying about his crush, no one knows what’s going on between noah and lafayette, estelle and silver still haven’t fucked, arisa is still single, zeki and mel are still together and i’m still wondering what georgia was up while she was gone.

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the-bee-graveyard · 3 years

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You’ll Thank Me Later- A Newtmas fanfiction

So this is the first fan fiction I’ve ever put on here (or anywhere) so I hope it’s not terrible. Sorry about any spelling/grammar errors, I proof read but I’m not attentive enough for it to be effective. I’ll probably delete this later but whatever.

Summary: Thomas ends up coaching his brother Chuck’s soccer team and developed a crush on a fellow coach. Minho causes a little bit a chaos and plays cupid, but nothing too bad. A little bit of Brendresa because what was I meant to do. Everyone ships Newtmas because I say so. Child!Gally but you’ll see what I mean later.

Thomas didn’t know how he got talked into this, spending his Saturday’s and Wednesday afternoons coaching his younger brother Chuck’s football team.

His twin sister Teresa had coached it for three years, but she’d taken a job offer out-of-state and she and her girlfriend Brenda had moved away about a month ago, leaving his mother to pressure him into coaching instead.

That’s how he ended up standing on a sideline on some football field handing out red shirts with “Team A” printed on the back to thirteen year olds on his day off, his best friend Minho (who agreed to be his assistant coach) starting to assign kids to position.

“Have you seen my goalie gloves?” Thomas heard Chuck holler as he handed a shirt to some kid named Winston.

Thomas stole a glance at the other team to see what they were up against (just because he didn’t want to do it didn’t mean he wasn’t invested, it was just part of his competitive nature). The other team (their shirts read “Team B”) seemed to be made up of mostly girls, and one skinny boy who seemed more invested in picking at the grass than warming up with the rest of the team.

The coach was in short the most beautiful person Thomas had ever seen.

He was lanky, with warm brown eyes and fluffy looking blonde hair. He couldn’t be older than Thomas with his young face.

“That’s Newt,” Chuck said, suddenly standing next to Thomas. He swore that kid could teleport sometimes. “His sister Sonya’s the best on their team, he’s been coaching for longer than Teresa did. He picks Sonya up from school.”

“I don’t need his whole life story Chuck, I just need to know how good his team is,” Thomas rolled his eyes.

“Good,” Chuck replied. “They won the championship last year. Sonya and Harriet are their usual forwards, and things rarely get past them, and Aris and Rachel their defense are really good even if they don’t look like much.”

“How good’s our defense?” Chuck pointed to two kids Thomas was pretty sure were named Jeff and Clint who were trying and failing to pass the ball to each other. “Okay, we can work with that.”

“Teresa made it work,” Chuck corrected. Thomas glared at his little brother.

“Are you doubting my ability to coach a team?”

“Absolutely.” Chuck paused, looking past Thomas. “He’s coming this way?”

“Who?”

“Newt.”

“Hey Chuck,” A voice said from behind Thomas. Whoever spoke spoke with a thick British accent. “Where’s Teresa?”

“She moved with her girlfriend,” Chuck said. “This is Thomas, he’s our new coach.”

“Hey there Tommy,” Newt said. “I’m Newt, I coach Team B.” They shook hands, Newt had soft hands. “Good luck out there.” Thomas stared as Newt ran off and started talking to a dark haired girl that looked like him.

“Do you enjoy coaching a lot better now?” Chuck asked with a smirk.

“Go get in net,” Thomas rolled his eyes and went back over to Minho.

They got completely destroyed. Thomas had no idea a bunch of thirteen year old girls (and one boy) could be so vicious. Aside from learning thirteen year old girls were the meanest people in the world, he learned that his own team would need a lot of work if they wanted to get even close to the championship.

“He's kind of hot though,” Minho said as they packed up the equipment. Most of the other kids had left with their parents, only Chuck and his friend Gally remained, who Thomas promised to drive home. Thomas could see Newt out of the corner of his eye, talking to Sonya (who Newt called Lizzy) and Harriet, the two best players on Newt’s team by far. Poor Chuck never stood a chance in goal.

“Who?” Thomas asked his friend.

“Newt, and don’t be lying to me shank I see you noticing too,” Minho said, slinging a backpack over his shoulders and smirking evilly. Thomas hit his friend in the shoulder lightly and picked up a bag.

“We’ll get them next time,” Thomas said. he suddenly remembered he promised he’d call Teresa after the game and pulled out his phone and called his sister.

“Hey Tom, how’d the game go?” Teresa’s cheery voice said.

“Absolutely horrible,” Thomas said. “It was twelve to nothing.” Teresa started laughing.

“So you played Team B I see,” Teresa said. “They’re the only real competition, we’ve never been able to beat them even with me as coach. I’ll tell you what Tom, you get them to the championship game and Brenda and I will drive back for a week and help you against them. Deal?”

“Deal,” Thomas replied.

-Time Gap-

They’d just won the semifinals and Thomas agreed to take the whole team out for ice cream. They were at a place Thomas’s friend Frypan owned, and he agreed to give them a discount since they were a team and Thomas and Minho clearly didn't have the money to pay for every kid.

“Have room for three more?” A familiar accented voice asked. Thomas looked up to see Newt standing there with Sonya and Harriet next to them.

“Of course,” Minho said. “Take a seat, any seat.” Sonya whispered something to Newt before she and Harriet went off to sit with the other kids, Newt sitting down at the table with them, right next to Thomas. Thomas could see now that even though Newt was slender his arms were actually quite muscular. “So I assume we’ll be playing you in the championship came next week?” Minho’s voice broke through his train of thoughts.

“You will,” Newt confirmed. Thomas couldn’t take his eyes off of Newt’s eyes, the way his eyelashes seemed to move in slow-motion every time he blinked. He didn’t come out of his haze until Minho elbowed him in the arm, making him knock his ice cream onto Newt’s shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Thomas said.

“No big deal Tommy, just ice cream,” Newt said. “I don’t fancy walking around in ice cream though. I’ll go grab some napkins.”

“Thomas’s got an extra shirt in his car, don't you Tom?” Minho smirked, and Thomas finally figured out why Minho really elbowed him. It was all part of an elaborate plan. “Why don’t you two go grab that and I’ll watch the kids.” Thomas would’ve flipped him off if there weren’t kids around, instead he got up and walked out to his car, Newt following him.

“Might bit a bit large on you, but it should do,” Thomas said, handing Newt a gray shirt he pulled out of his trunk. He always kept a spare shirt in his car, just for incidents like this one.

“Thanks Tommy,” Newt said, pulling off his shirt covered in ice cream and putting on Thomas’s gray one. Thomas looked away, trying to hide the blush on his face. “I’m going to go put my shirt in my car, no need to wait up.” Thomas nodded and headed back towards the ice cream place.

“I hate you,” Thomas said, sliding down next to Minho, who still had that stupid smug look on his face.

“You’ll be thanking me for that one day,” Minho replied.

-Time gap-

Thomas forgot Teresa promised to come help out with the game until her white car pulled up next to his in the parking lot next to the football field as he got the equipment out of his trunk. She got out of the car along with Brenda and threw her arms around her brother, almost making him drop the equipment.

“Hey Tess,” Thomas said, smiling at his sister. “Hey Brenda. Nice haircut.”

“Thanks,” Brenda said.

“Enough chit chat, we’ve got a game to win,” Teresa said, officially in coach mode.

“Please tell me she didn’t bring the whistle,” Chuck groaned as he got out of the car. Teresa pulled the infamous whistle out of her pocket and blew it right in her little brother’s face.

-Slight Time Gap-

“Alright guys, let’s get it together!” Thomas called to the team. “Chuck, Teresa suggested you and Winston starting as forwards, Gally, you get in goal. Zart, Nick, and Alby, you guys play midfield. Jeff, Clint, you take defense. Got it?” Everyone nodded and ran off to their positions.

“Aye Tommy, I see you called in reinforcements!” Newt called, gesturing to Teresa and Brenda.

“I can’t tell if he’s flirting with you or insulting you,” Minho commented.

“I smell a ship, how come no one told me?” Brenda asked.

“OTP,” Teresa grinned. Thomas glared at them before turning his attention to Newt’s lineup. He’d put Sonya and Harriet in defense and had Rachel and Aris as forwards. A girl Chuck said was named Beth was in goal, and those were the only people Thomas recognized. He thought the odds were pretty good, but they’d have to watch out for Harriet and Sonya.

“Who’s starting with the ball?” He asked Minho as the referee walked onto the field with the ball.

“They are,” Minho replied. “I’d say Chuck and Winston can get the ball from them fairly quickly, it’s getting through their defense that’s the problem.”

“Play towards the middle,” Teresa blurted out. “Sonya and Harriet always seem to go towards either side. If you play towards the middle there’s a better chance of avoiding them.”

“Chuck! Winston! C’mere a second!” Thomas called. Chuck and Winston ran over to them. “When trying to get around their defense head towards the middle, it should buy you a second. Good that?” Chuck and Winston ran back onto the field and the game started about a minute later.

It was on.

-Slight time gap-

Double overtime. They’d dragged the game out to double overtime. Thomas called a time out before the overtime started.

“Alright guys, we’ve got a strategy,” Thomas said. “Since it’s next point wins, we’ve just got to keep everyone busy enough for us to score. Jeff, Alby, you keep Sonya and at least one midfielder cornered at all times.” Newt had moved Sonya and Harriet back to forward at halftime, and Rachel and Aris were back in defense. “Clint, Zart, you take Harriet. Nick, support Chuck and Winston. The three of you should be able to get around midfield together, it’s Sonya and Harriet you’ve got to worry about. Shoot from the sides on Aris and Rachel, they congregate in the middle. High shots, Beth gets the low ones. Remember I’m proud of you no matter what happens out there.”

The team ran back onto the field, starting with the ball. Chuck passed back to Nick and began to run up the field to get passed to. Harriet ran to get the ball but Zart got in front of her before she could. Nick passed to Chuck and he zigzagged through their midfield before passing to Winston. Winston got around Aris, and just as Rachel got up to him he passed back to Chuck, who kicked the ball into the goal.

The ref blew the whistle and Thomas hugged Minho he was so happy. He saw out of the corner of his eye Teresa kiss Brenda. He watched as the whole team ran and congratulated Chuck.

They all lined up to congratulate the other team, Thomas in the way back behind Teresa, Brenda, and Minho. As he high fived the kids on the other team Thomas realized how much he enjoyed coaching the team. Before a few months ago he thought Teresa was crazy for wanting to spend her time coaching a middle school football team, but he was starting to pick up on the fact that his sister was right on a lot of things, whether he liked it or not.

“Good game Tommy.” Newt said as they shared a high five. What Thomas did next he probably wouldn’t have done under any other circumstances, it was the pure joy from winning the game speaking.

“Would you like to go get ice cream with me?” Thomas asked.

“Like, with both the teams?” Newt asked.

“No, just us.”

“So, like a date?” Thomas could feel the blush creeping up his face.

“Yes, exactly like that.”

“Bloody finally.” Newt rolled his eyes and Thomas felt puzzled.

“What?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask for weeks, you twat, it’s been driving me mad. I didn’t even think you were interested, but Minho said ‘wait’ anytime I voiced my concerned.”

“Minho?!” Thomas glanced over at his friend, who appeared to be talking to Teresa and Brenda.

“Yeah, he came up to me about a month back and told me he’d help me get you to ask me out if I wanted to.” If looks could kill Minho would be dead from the one Thomas served him. “So, um, ice cream?”

“I’ll come find you in the parking lot after we take pictures with the trophy, okay?” Newt nodded and blew Thomas a sarcastic kiss as he ran over to Minho, who’d apparently witnessed the whole thing and was grinning like crazy.

“Told you you’d thank me later,” Minho said.

“About that, we’ve got to talk about your lack of ability to mind your own business.”

#newtmas #Thomas tmr #newt tmr #The Maze Runner #Brendresa #Matmaker!Minho #modern au #it's a little chaotic but oh well #Minho tmr

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bootlegsymphony · 4 years

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Being Hopeful [a *personal* Komahina writeup]

*major Danganronpa 2/2.5/3 spoilers ahead*

Someone told me to gather my thoughts into a post so here it is.

Note: Unless you’re up for a challenge to potentially reshape your opinions towards certain ships, if you think Komahina is by default a toxic ship in anyway shape or form, or if you firmly believe that Hinanami is “bestest Hinata ship OTP owo”, it’s not in your best interest to read this post. I’m not suggesting you are invalid or wrong, but you’re likely not the group of people I’m looking forward to having a constructive and evoking conversation with.

First off, I might have been recognized as an avid Komahina shipper, and my opinions towards Hinanami could be generally summarized as ambivalent/mixed/minorly favourable. I was able to acknowledge Hina/Nami’s relationship as of roughly equivalent significance in regard to DR2’s theme.

But it was impossible for me to consider the two relationships narratively equal, I was able to notice that Koma/Hina was a “meant to be” endgame relationship right of the bat, yet Hina/Nami reads as this transitory experience of an obscure puppy love, or “yeah that happened” that’s melancholic and beautiful. Evidently, the narrative strongly favoured Koma/Hina in terms of screentime, development, complexity, compatibility, and endgame potentials.

I wasn’t too confident about why Komahina screams an ultimate destination of a Hinata relationship to me, yet Hina/Nami never convey a remotely similar message. In many aspects, I didn’t ship Komahina in the past for the sake of “I want Komaeda to savour happiness” but placed more emphasis on “it would be wise for Hinata if he could ascertain that his future is with Komaeda”. However I couldn’t elucidate why I thought so.

But due to some unexpected changes in my personal life, it was so effortless for me to reach an epiphany why Hinanami couldn’t quite be the same Hinata-OTP as Komahina. And now I’m kicking myself for not being able to be more adamant about it earlier.

In short, I had a brief taste of how “true bond” or “true connection” functions. It was an estranged, uncharted experience to me prior to that “sudden change”. And in retrospect it’s unimaginable how I survived that bitter life of pure bleakness without it. But since I was able to discern the characteristics of a “true bond”, Koma/Hina, while being excruciatingly complicated and bitter in canon timeline, had a great foundation for that nonetheless, while Hina/Nami was, fundamentally “deficient” in this specific department.

Hina/Nami, either the DR2 or DR3 iteration, doesn’t go beyond being a fine relationship. It’s not bad, as adolescent crushes are typically not bad. It’s functional and somewhat sweet if Hinata was just some normal shy boy who at some point met a nice caring pretty girl. But a great, monumental relationship doesn’t come from being just fine, and Hinata is much more messy than a such-and-such average joe as what a part of the fandom preferred to project him as.

But Hinata wasn’t an adequate rival and foil for Komaeda, that ridiculously multilayered character likely in all fictions for nothing.

For starter, Hinata committed Izuru Kamakura and countless war crimes, for fuck’s sake.

I had this pessimistic outlook that humans aren’t truly designated at birth to understand each other unless they are. Real life Nanami being the talented, worthy Ultimate Gamer she was, even if she could acknowledge and validate Hinata’s struggles as a talentless person, and brought him some temporary comfort and solace, she could not understand the full spectrum of complications the struggle itself entails. Being the kind and somewhat compassionate person she was, she’d try to understand Hinata if he ever decided to open up, but she’d likely just go “yeah talent doesn’t really matter you should just be confident in yourself” as long as she’s not some Ultimate Empath like Makoto (or Junko) all at the same time. To her, Hinata’s decision to Izuru-fy is unfavorable, but not particularly tangible.

It’s somewhat similar to a moderately affluent person not knowing what an impoverished/economically-challenged life entails, they could never understand why it’s necessary for anyone to opt for crimes and prostitution and shit, if you could just “yeah money doesn’t matter you should be happy” your way out of it. Why is it necessary to choose a life path of crimes and prostitution? Why is it necessary to Izuru-fy oneself? It’s the perpetual predicament of mutual understanding in humankind. No matter how sweet and wholesome on the surface that ship appeared, Nanami would hardly ever reach Hinata’s soul beyond skin-deep, if the talent/worth debate, the rigorous societal expectations, the everlasting emotional quagmire of being under-loved and under-appreciated...everything which gradually carved out Hinata’s pivotal character (that we know of) from his embryo, was a non-issue to Nanami at core.

If there was a portion of Hinata yearning for true connection in an intimate relationship (which I doubt he didn’t), his relationship with Nanami would eventually turn insufficient or dissatisfactory, despite feeling nice on the exterior.

Normally, people don’t realize they’re empty until they’re fulfilled.

But who else struggled immensely with the entanglement between talent and worth throughout their life? Who else once resolved to obliterate their own precious being in pursuit of an almost delusional ideal of hope as Hinata did, so that they could potentially speak to Hinata on the deepest, hidden stratum of his soul?

Komaeda.

It always pains me to read Komaeda’s first FTE where he suggested Hinata’s ultimate talent could be “Ultimate Serenity” because Hinata granted him some inner peace “just by being there”. Knowing Komaeda’s mind it’s a nearly impossible feat to make him feel peaceful. Komaeda likely didn’t even consider that a legitimate talent, he inwardly viewed Hinata “being there” as inherently valuable but he couldn’t even tell. Yet Hinata failed to just, be there, be existent.

And, I always considered Komaeda sustaining himself being alive to be a monument on its own, yet 2-5 happened, for Hope, I believed.

I once had a mentally stimulating talk about how emotional and intellectual transparency lead to a solid foundation of “true love” among people with someone before. They even expressed, months ago, that if Hinata could just speak up about his problems with Nanami he wouldn’t have necessarily Izuru-fied himself.

Yet even being the aloof and reserved fucker he was, Hinata wouldn’t camouflage himself in front of Komaeda. Komaeda saw through him even if he was having a hard time deciding on how he should have felt himself. He voiced, various times throughout DR2, that “we have similar scents” “I thought you would understand me” “we’re both miserable bystanders” “I couldn’t see you as completely separate from me”. On the surface it seemed like Komaeda was being cryptic and dragging Hinata to his level, but given how we knew Hinata took even more drastic measures as escapism, were they even that different?

It was why exactly Komahina dynamic was so embittered and resentful in the canon timeline. It was not hatred, but involuntary intimacy. Hinata was emotionally stripped naked (sorry, not to evoke any erotic visualizations, just a convenient metaphor) when it’s not even Komaeda’s intention, and Komaeda’s always emotionally naked. It didn’t turn out well not because it was a fundamentally dysfunctional dynamic, but they simply met each other in the worst, most despairful and unluckiest timeline possible. With continuous manslaughters ongoing, it’s only palpable that baring your soul to someone as dangerous as Komaeda would be intimidating, but it still had that mesmerizingly entrancing aura, especially in Komaeda’s last FTE.

They had no choice of not knowing each other well.

Unless either of them died, which they both did. But an ultimate future was born and they were granted a second chance to finally reach the destination they deserved.

In a post-HPA scenario, Komahina was not only somewhat contextually implied as Hinata’s endgame, but it was deliberately set up as a generally hopeful relationship as well. Kodaka once suggested in an interview that post-HPA Hajizuru inherited Hinata’s emotions, so that he was able to sort out his considerably complex feelings for Komaeda as it left off; meanwhile with Izuru’s analytical skills and insights into human psychology, it would likely become not as cumbersome. With Hinata’s determination and persistence it would hopefully not only cure Komaeda’s terminal illnesses, but also “heal” Komaeda from his hope fetish and other cruddy coping mechanisms, with all the support and dedication Hinata could provide. Hinata, being emotionally identical to his past self, would likely occasionally experience insecurity and low self-esteem as well, and it could require Komaeda’s weird little method of presenting challenges/creating minor inconveniences for Hinata in order to help him build up self-agency and develop infallible self-assurance.

It’s kind of the Ultimate Love that survived all the trials and tribulations, and to think of that the Ultimate Tragedy gave birth to the Ultimate Love, huh, seems about right for our two Ultimate Lucks.

#nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #komahinawriteup #Komaeda Essay Club #dr2meta #danganronpa2

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eirist · 4 years

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Points of No Return

SCRIBBLE #11 : FAILED ATTEMPT

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: Inspired by the line: "I love her so much but I think I'm gonna draw a moustache on her face." from Parks and Recreation. Just tweaked it to suit my OTP better.

Summary: “I think you just scarred me for life.”

"He's sleeping again," Usopp plopped down the bench surrounding the Sunny’s library with an exasperated and exaggerated whine. “I need someone to wake him up.”

Nami barely spared him a glance as she hunched over her mapping desk, double checking the chart she had just finished. “It's his pre-dinner nap time. Good luck with that."

Usopp scratched his head. “I need his help to move some of the crates we got from the town earlier.”

Nami frowned a little, eyes still fixed on her map and still not looking at him. “Why don’t you ask Luffy? Or Franky? Or Sanji-kun?”

The sniper slumped further down the bench dejectedly. “Luffy is busy playing. Franky is busy tinkering.” He ticked off, staring at the ceiling blankly. “And Sanji… Sanji’s in a mood after Luffy accidentally slammed onto some of the crates earlier, breaking it and spilling the contents.”

“Hmmm… I take it that what spilled out is edible?”

“Yeah… and fell down the water…”

“WHAT?!” Nami immediately straightened up at that and slammed her hands on her table. “Are you saying our stocks’ allowance got wasted just like that?”

Usopp blinked at her disbelievingly. “Well… our food stock got wasted… but yeah, we did buy it so… money as well, just like you said.”

Nami scowled. “Alright. Where is Zoro?”

The sharpshooter immediately jumped up at that. “Crow’s nest!” He answered almost excitedly. If there was someone who can get Zoro’s ass moving… it’s none other than their orange-haired, sharp-tongued, devil of a navigator.

That was why he went to her immediately after Zoro ignored his pleas for assistance earlier.

Nami was instantly marching out of the library, with Usopp hot on her heels.

She stomped her way to the crow’s nest. Her high-heeled shoes making angry tapping sounds against the wooden floor that Usopp felt a teeny, weeny pinch of guilt that he had to sic Nami on his green-haired friend. But he wanted this task done before another crate fall victim on Luffy’s antics.

The navigator passed by the galley. The look on her face made the activity inside halt for a few seconds. Sanji and Robin’s gazes—who were cooking and drinking coffee, respectively—followed them and they both stared at Usopp curiously. He responded with a sheepish smile and a shrug of his shoulders.

Nami banged the door opened and made her way down the stairs and across the deck, her knuckles bopping Luffy’s head hard as she walked past him.

“Ouch Nami! What did I do?!”

“Well talk later you idiot captain.”

Luffy rubbed his head, pouting as he looked at Usopp questioningly.

“That is for the crate you broke.” The sniper whispered and he could swear Luffy turned pale.

Nami was now halfway up the rope ladder leading to the nest and Usopp scrambled to follow her.

Someone needs to be in there in case she goes ballistic and stab Zoro with whatever it is that she was holding in her other hand.

Usopp cringed when she finally disappeared up the nest’s hatch with a shrill cry of Zoro’s name. He can see Luffy doing the same from way down below the deck.

He debated whether he should continue climbing or to stay put, perched along the ropes and leave Zoro to his fate.

Kami bless his soul.

But that irritating, gnawing feeling of guilt was kinda getting to him.

Damn it!

He continued climbing—as fast as he can. Why wasn’t there any shouting?! Zoro should be yelling back at the map maker for disturbing his sleep!

Did something happen? Is one of them dead? Kami knows how vicious those two can be at each other. Damn it!

And it was all his fault!

Usopp hurried up, panting when he reached the room. His eyes turned wide when he saw Nami standing beside a still sleeping Zoro, her arms akimbo, her glare on the swordsman sharp enough to maim the katana wielder on the spot.

“Nami?” Usopp called her.

Nami averted her eyes and fixed her deadly glower on him.

He shrank back at the intensity of it. “Uh, I don’t like that look on your face.” He whispered, cowering.

The orange-haired girl cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Please don’t stab him Nami.”

“Idiot! I’m not going to!” She hissed at him.

“Oh… ok…”

Nami made a tch-ing sound and Usopp peered at the prone figure on the metal floor. Zoro was snoring like there was no tomorrow. There was even a snot bubble on the verge of popping on his nose.

“And since he’s being an ass and doesn’t want to wake up…” a wicked grin was forming on Nami’s lips. She held her hand up and showed Usopp what she was holding. “Then we better make this worthwhile!”

Usopp’s eyes widened and he suppressed a snicker behind his hand. “Nami I have to admit, I love how evil your mind works!”

She grinned and Usopp returned it.

She uncapped the marker she had conveniently brought for this purpose. Stealthily she took a step towards the slumbering, snoring man.

“This is for being a pain the ass,” Nami announced as she bent down to start drawing on the snoozing Zoro’s face.

The tip of her marker barely touched his face when Zoro suddenly moved. With lightning speed, he had knocked Nami’s legs from under her with his own.

“Eeep!”

“You witch!” Zoro’s grin was feral as he gazed at the woman who fell on top of him. His hand was grasping her wrist to prevent the marker she was holding from touching his face.

“You think you can get away with this?”

“Of course!” Nami huffed as she tried to wiggle away from his grip. “That’s what you get for sleeping like a damn log!”

“Dream on,” Zoro smirked. He let his free hand tangled along her orange locks. “And this is what you get for even thinking about it!”

“Zoro wai—mmph.”

He slammed his lips against hers.

In the blink of an eye Zoro had reversed their positions without breaking the kiss and the navigator was now under him… pinned down the metal floor…

“Zorooo…” Nami murmured against his lips. When she felt his hand slid inside her skirt to try and pull her underwear down, she smacked him on the shoulder to get him to stop and focus. “Just… wait…”

Zoro drew back from her, his face scrunched into a frown. “What?!”

“Uhm…” Nami shifted her gaze towards the hatch where Usopp was standing, frozen on the spot.

Zoro followed her gaze.

Usopp continued staring at them looking stunned at what he witnessed.

“Guys…” he managed to utter out after a few seconds. “I think you just scarred me for life.”

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shots #zona scribbles #zoro nami fanfiction #roronoa zoro #nami

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An Oath to Return

SoKai Week Day 5 - Tanabata/Star-Crossed Lovers

Word Count: 1,663

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He’s late. But by now, Kairi expects as much.

She sits on the ledge of a fountain, immaculate in its detail and proud in its stature. Nice and snug in her pink yukata with white flower embroidery trailing down the right and the checkered purple obi that binds her waist, she waits patiently as she watches the children attempting to play despite their limited movement, the couples walking hand in hand, and the numerous booths and games on display with prizes for the taking.

Still no sign of him. Despite the sigh that escapes her, her smile doesn’t waver. Even though it would have been nice if he were a bit more on top of things, Kairi wouldn’t have him any other way.

Just as her eyes propelled to the sky glittered in stars, she hears a voice.

“Kairi!”

Right on cue. She snaps her head in the direction of the sound to find her favorite lazy bum scrambling towards her, his movement stiff due to his dark grey yukata with horizontal light streaks streaming downwards. He nearly bumps into someone carrying a recently won goldfish and apologizes profusely, the distraction doing little to derail his attention from Kairi for too long. She giggles as she clasps her hands together and rises to her feet just in time for him to reach her.

“Hey! Sorry I’m a little late, something came up a little unexpectedly,” Sora apologizes, rubbing the back of his head. “I hope I didn’t make you wait too long, at least. It was just, uh… kinda urgent.”

She sends a knowing look accompanied by a smirk. “You took a nap, didn’t you?”

“Whaaat? Of course not!” he denies. Kairi rests her fists against her hips, dipping down as her eyebrow arches in a way that intensifies her smirk even further. “O-okay, so maybe I napped... a little.” Sora emphasizes this by pinching the air with his index finger and thumb.

Kairi grins triumphantly. “Should I really have expected any less of you, Sora?”

“It’s not what you think, though. Naminé wanted to look through my memories to see if there was anything she could find that might help us with, y’know, the current situation,” he nearly trails off before he perks back up, scratching his cheek with a bashful smile. “And, well, I kinda had to be asleep for it. That’s all.”

Kairi smiles as well, though it’s laced with a tinge of bittersweetness. “Well, in that case, I suppose you’re forgiven.”

“Thanks! I was real worried that—”

The sudden warm of her arms wrapped around his torso quickly puts Sora into a trance. For a brief instant, his mind wanders back to the time when they found each other in the original Organization’s stronghold and soon he returns the embrace.

“As long as you’re here, that’s all that matters to me,” Kairi says, nuzzling into his chest. “Let’s just... make the most of today, okay?”

Sora nods, his eyes firm before he pulls back and sends an assuring smile in hopes of lifting her spirits. “Just like we always do.”

They wander the busy festival streets with their fingers laced together under a beautiful starry sky, making sure to check out all the attractions and games at their disposal. As he walks with Kairi with their hands intertwined, being able to hear the soft giggles and witness her kind smile in person, he thinks just how much this feels right. Even the little things she did found a way to make his heart swoon.

Meanwhile, Kairi adores the way Sora’s eyes light up whenever something catches his attention. The way he pulls and drags her in every which way looking to find adventure in every corner of the festival.

After they both write and hang their wishes on their tanzaku, both having an inkling of what the other wishes for though neither mentions it, Sora leads Kairi to a hill on the outskirts that gives them a view of the whole festival. From here, they can take in the ornate lights hung in droves, the fluctuating colors uniting together in harmony.

She rests her head on his shoulder, shutting her eyes as she feels his warmth pressing against her cheek. Watching her almost angelic face is enough to make Sora’s heart flutter.

“This is the way it should be,” Kairi says. “I wish we could just stay like this. Forever.”

Forever.

Suddenly, the air grew tense, as if something taboo had been said. Sora keeps his sights set on the grass while Kairi draws invisible circles on the ground. It’s a reality neither wants to accept, but know they’ll have to face. Sooner, rather than later.

Sora looks down at his hand and watches as it almost looks like translucent glass. He sighs before putting on a smile. “Kairi, I have something for you.”

“Huh?” Kairi asks, lifting up from his side as she sends her wide, curious eyes and a slight tilt of her head. Sora chuckles at her reaction.

“Close your eyes,” he requests.

Kairi doesn’t hesitate to comply.

“Hold out your hand.”

Kairi does as told and feels a paper-like substance enter her palm only a moment later. She rubs her thumb across the paper-like texture and concludes in her head that it’s... shaped like a star?

“Okay, you can open them,” Sora says.

The first thing Kairi sees is a somewhat spotty-looking star about the same size as the lucky charm she gave him years prior. Indeed, it is a wayfinder made of leaves tied together with less than grace and on the top leaf there is a face with eyelashes and deep blue eyes. She assumes it must be Sora’s attempt at drawing her face the same way she had drawn him years ago.

“I’m not the best at sewing seashells,” Sora admits, scratching the back of his head. “I know it isn’t the best, but I kind of had to improvise since the seashell thing didn’t really work out.”

Kairi’s lips part for a brief instant before she closes her eyes and reopens them with a gracious smile. “I love it.”

“Really?” Sora asks in disbelief.

Kairi giggles. “Of course. It’s so thoughtful of you.”

“Well, I just figured... I wanted to double our promise.”

He pulls out his own good luck charm Kairi had given him.

“Now, one for the both of us,” Sora says. “Who knows? Maybe it’ll be double the good luck!”

With a sheen of water shimmering over her eyes, Kairi holds it up to the moonlit sky. “It’s beautiful.”

Sora smiles as well. “I know one person that has it beat by a couple of miles.”

Kairi feels the heat rise to her cheeks, but the giddiness never leaves the ends of her lips. “Delightfully corny, as usual. But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Sora smiles as they both cuddled together, embracing each other and their final moments. It has been like this for the past few years. Two years and they still hadn’t found a way to bring Sora back to their realm. But for some reason, whether it be fate by whatever deities exist or the universe just having mercy on them, Sora miraculously returned to the Realm of Light on the week of Tanabata. It was a week Sora and Kairi always make sure to make the most of each and every day.

But the hardest part was saying goodbye.

And it always happens on the final day of Tanabata. For the past few years, they made a habit out of coming to this very same spot and watching the stars twinkle above them as Sora slowly faded away.

You’re only everything I’ve ever dreamed...

Despite their gratefulness for being granted the time that they’ve been given, it never made it any easier. The curse placed upon Sora for his abuse of the power of waking had taken a toll on their longing for each other, but in moments like these, despite the hurt, they still had latent hope that one day this will be over.

It helps that the sky is mesmerizing.

Ever dreamed of, ever dreamed of...

They hold each other’s hands tight, neither letting go as they keep close. The wind quietly whistles as it gently caresses their hair.

You must be kidding me, did you really think... I could say no...

Sora feels it coming. He turns to her and Kairi hesitates, but finds the willpower to sit up from her position, away from his warmth and into the familiarity of the cold loneliness of her usual day-to-day life. But neither let the other’s hand go.

I want you for a lifetime, but if you gotta think twice... baby...

“Kairi...” Sora says. “I think it’s time for me to go.”

Despite how heart aches, Kairi nods understandably. “I know.”

I don’t wanna know, baby... I don’t wanna know...

With equally sad smiles, they close the gap between them and press their lips together. Kairi deepens the kiss as a tear streams down her left cheek. How bittersweet. How could something be so bittersweet and tear her apart all at the same time?

Everything is just right, but if you gotta think twice, baby... I don’t wanna know, baby...

As they part, Sora grips her hand tighter. “I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

She grips his hand back just as hard despite the fact she feels herself slowly beginning to grip nothing but air. “I know you will.”

And just like that, he’s gone.

It’s just her again.

But this time, she looks down at the lucky charm he gives her and sees the determined smile he drew of Kairi. She sniffs, wiping away her tears as she looks up to the sky. An act of forbidden love. But she remembers something that Aqua told her once. And with this trinket of hers, she knows it’s an oath to his return.

“There’s always a way.”

I don’t wanna know...

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And with that, my final piece for SoKai Day! I’m so glad I was able to celebrate these two dorks, they’ve been my OTP since 2006. Check out the full version of this piece by my amazing friend @amyhayanora!

#sokaiweek2020 #sokai #sora #kairi #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kingdom hearts

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heartoferebor · 4 years

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THEM!!!

Prompt: “Don’t look” Fandom/Series: Assassin’s Creed Rogue Characters: Shay Cormac, Haytham Kenway Pairing: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway Rating: T Length: 3,119 words Summary: Shay and Haytham witness another natural disaster. It brings back unwanted memories. Warnings: PTSD, avalanches, panic attacks, people being buried alive, teenager death, hurt/comfort

“It wasn’t your fault,” Haytham says again. “It was a natural thing. An unfortunate, terrible thing, but a natural one nonetheless.”

Shay nods, still not sure whether he can force any words past his lips. He hates how weak this leaves him, how his entire body is caught in a state of panic, rooted on the spot. He takes a deep breath through his nose, digs the wounded fingertips of his other hand deep into his palm, until he can feel a sliver of pain shooting through him. The pressure of Haytham’s hands on his doesn’t waver, until he is sure that Shay is breathing somewhat normally again.

“We should go, see if we can help,” Shay finally presses out. There’s one last boat still left that they can row over to the shore.

“If you want.” Haytham watches him with eagle eyes, and Shay wants to simultaneously thank him for his care and worry, and snap at him that he isn’t a child. “I doubt two more pairs of hands will make much of a difference though.”

“Someone buried underneath all that,” Shay gestures weakly towards the masses of snow, ”might not think so. Let’s go.”

#Shay Cormac #Haytham Kenway #Shaytham #Assassin's Creed #my fic #otp: we make our own luck #:)))#I STILL LOVE THEM SO VERY MUCH #febuwhump #febuwhumpday23

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paradise-creator · 4 years

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Dude dude tetsureve 👀 idk if you still need headcanons bc you see it so often but

We probably laugh over the stupidest things. Our sense of humour is absolutely broken

I often like getting on his nerves via spouting bs that he knows I know is wrong. The “oxygen is the most abundant gas in air” ‘it’s not??’ “It is.” ‘ITS NOT’ type of thing

Also “Tetsu I love you” ‘I love you too’ “damn fuckin’ right. You better.”

I behave like a cat. You don’t approach me for affection lest you want to get turned down/l and/or whacked. I approach you. Tetsu knows this and yet still tries his luck every single time

I feel like he’s a Star Wars nerd to a certain extent and owns light sabers so I’ll take one, climb on the bed, go “it’s over Anakin! I have the high ground!” And we just reenact the entire scene

2 AM conversations when we can’t sleep in which we ponder over if drugs are illegal because they make us see the real reality

AHAHAHAHHAHAHA YES MY OTP

I don't need to explain who is who

#Paradise mail #Eve Kuroo of Achilles city

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The Autumn Watchlist

1. Melting Me Softly (starts September 28) | teaser

My feelings about this drama kept constantly changing in the past months. At first, I had been excited about the collab between Ji Chang Wook (HEALER FOREVER!), the SWDBS writer and the Secret Garden PD. Then, they announced Won Jin Ah to be the female lead and my excitement dropped by a notch because I belonged to those who weren’t impressed by her performance in Just Between Lovers and even the first teasers left me with mixed feelings. However, a few days ago the long trailer dropped and I’m fully on board and halfway in love with the show. It has the trademark writing of Baek Mi Young, JCW is epic as ever and WJA seems to hold her own against him and furthermore, they both share amazing chemistry and have a huge potential as the two people who get together stuck/frozen together in time while the whole world passes them by, only to wake up and realize that 20 years have gone by. They have not only to face the same challenges of dealing with the consequences but also their own physical condition as they must maintain a core body temperature of 31.5 degrees Celsius which in the era of global warming might not be the easiest thing to do, plus I can think of several physical activities when...

2. The Tale of Nokdu (starts September 30) | teaser 01, teaser 02, teaser 03

There is nothing new about a crossdressing kdrama, not even a sageuk one, but a man, and one of the best swordmen in Joseon to boot, doing the undercover crossdressing is something completely special. Moreover, he even poses as a widow and has all the men swooning over him and wooing him. With Joseon Marriage Agency being such a huge letdown for me, I have high hopes for this one. One of the writers is responsible for Love in the Moonlight and I think The Tale of Nokdu might maintain the magic which LitM lost the moment it got lost in the political mess. I like KSH very much and Jang Dong Yoon looks like he is having the time of his life playing the crossdressing nobleman.

3. Extraordinary You (starts October 2) | teaser

A high-school student from a wealthy family who suffers from a lifelong heart condition that inevitably means she will not live past her teenage years suddenly realizes that she is a character in a Korean webtoon and all of her actions are predetermined by the artist who draws her. If her luck weren’t bad enough she also discovers she is only a supporting character so she decides to change her own plotline. This might end up being either slapstick awesome with all the possibility for kdrama references and making fun of all the clichés or utter mess. I hope for the first.

4. My Country (starts October 4) | teaser

What can I say? It looks like my dream sageuk - gritty, complex, dark and absolutely visually stunning plus it boasts some stellar cast. Also I don’t know how but for some reasons the drama is giving me Slave Hunter vibes - maybe because of the slave element, overall grittiness and JH being all intense and the main lead’s look reminding me a little bit of JH’s character in Slave Hunters.

5. TharnType The Series (starts October 7) | teaser 01, teaser 02

I can’t even describe how much I’m excited for this one. Type, the dark, tall and handsome freshman is homophobic because he was molested by a man as a child. His life turns up side down when the new year of college brings along a very interesting person in his life, a gay roommate, Tharn. Tharn, is a very handsome music major with fair skin and mixed features who is openly gay. Type is a minor character who had a minor role in another favourite Thai BL drama of mine, Love by Chance. At first, I was disappointed they didn’t cast the original actor; however, I have to say I have never been more happy to be proven wrong because the actors playing Type and Tharn have without a doubt the most awesome chemistry between all the couples in the upcoming BL Thai shows, only comparable with Pete and Kao.

6. Dark Blue Kiss (starts October 12) | teaser

PETE AND KAO!!! I’ve been waiting for this drama for a year now! To be honest, I don’t really care for the secondary couple I just want to watch Pete and Kao being utterly perfect for each other.

7. Ore no Hanashi wa Nagai (starts October 12) | teaser

It’s been ages since I enjoyed a jdrama and I hope Ikuta Toma changes it as the failed 31 year-old NEET living with his mother.

8. HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (starts October 16) | teaser

Another installment of the successful HIStory franchise. Crossing Boundary is with Together With Me my favourite BL drama of all time and I can’t wait for the movie. On the other hand, Trapped was a mild disappointment for me because somewhere in the middle the writer gave up any pretense that there was actually any plot and the only reason I kept watching until the end was the OTP. Make Our Days Count is a BL high school love story between two polar opposites - the bookish Yu Xi Gu who prefers to keep a low profile and focus on his schoolwork and the outgoing, hot-headed extravert and some-time bully Xiang Hao Ting. I’m not even ashamed to admit I love these kind of stories.

9. Motokare Mania (starts October 17)

If it’s been ages since I enjoyed a jdrama, it’s been an eternity since I liked a jdrama rom-com - not since Suki na Hito ga Iru Koto and From Nine to Five. I don’t really expect Motokare Mania to change that but a girl can still hope.

10. Emergency Lands of Love (starts November 23 December 7 14)

Hyun Bin + Son Ye Jin + a romance between a stranded SK heiress and NK military officer + the YWCFAS writer = I’m on board.

11. Until We Meet Again The Series (starts November 9) | teaser

A reincarnation BL love story between two lovers with tragic past who end up being reborn and get the chance to be together.

#dark blue kiss #melting me softly #my country #ji chang wook #the tale of nokdu #tharntype #tharntype the series #ore no hanashi wa nagai #history3: make our days count #motokare mania #emergency lands of love #until we meet again #until we meet again the series #preview

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Snowbaz 30- Daydreams and Doodles

OTP Prompt #30: Baz gets caught doodling.

~ Enjoy! ~

*Baz’s POV*

I can’t say I’ve never zoned out in class, doodling the name of my arch enemy. (Can’t we all say the same?) I am a vampire and a mage. I have no soft spots. Except for the days when I can feel the constant heat of Simon’s eyes on the back of my neck and it’s as though he’s paying me extra attention. Then my (one) soft spot is, of course, Simon Snow. Although I’m not completely daft- I never write out his full name. Just S in big loopy letters.

And I’ve fallen prey to doing just that today in Greek. Snow sits next to me, making my little doodles and daydreams all the more dangerous. (Something about being so close to getting caught… well, it’s right exciting, innit?) Although Snow is sitting right by me, he hardly ever looks my way, thank Merlin. So while we’re going over conjugation that I’ve known since I was an ankle-biter, I find my mind wandering. Wandering over to Snow and his moles and his constant heat, and how I wish it was mine. I imagine all sorts of things- all of which I won’t delve too deep into elaborating on. I’m scrawling S+B on my paper in the corner when the devil himself nudges me with his elbow. When I look up, he’s (attempted) at cocking an eyebrow how I do, but instead, both of his raise in a face that makes me want to write sonnets. (I wouldn’t put it past me.)

“Baz, I wasn’t listening. D’you know what-”

“No.” I probably do know whatever he was about to ask, but I’m not interested in the real Snow interrupting my daydreams of the fantasy one. He growls and then looks down at my paper instead, thinking he’ll get more answers there. (If anything he’d get more questions.) I move to cover up where I’ve been scribbling in the corner of my paper, but it’s too late. I’ve been caught like a regular school girl in love. Fuck it all. He looks back up at me, flushing. (Snow is inherently daft, but even he couldn’t mistake the S for anyone else. Didn’t think this was how I was going to die, but oh well.)

“Baz! Have you got a crush?!” He says it too loud and half the class (not the teacher, thank Crowley) looks our way. I glare at them, which gets them back to their tasks right quick. If I had fed recently, I’m sure I would be blushing now, but as luck would have it, I haven’t fed any time recently.

“No, I just-”

“Really, because,” He maneuvers around my arms and snatches the notebook right out of my hands. (I would’ve been able to stop him, but the studious part of my brain tells me not to make a ruckus.) “It sure seems like you do.” He points to the doodles of S+B and flips through past pages only to find more. It just spurs him along, and soon he’s trying to stifle his laughs to no avail.

I grab the notebook back and say, “Enough of that now, Snow.” This is almost friendly. Not like the arguing we usually do. This is more like teasing between mates, and I can’t say I mind. (Of course, that’ll all be over once he inevitably figures out S stands for Simon.) He eyes my and my protective hold on the notebook he just chuckles and goes back to writing.

Just when I think he’s done pestering me, the insufferable twat turns back to me in a rush. “So who is it?” He’s asking me about this like it’s some crush and we’re mates. We’ve never discussed anything like this, and I’m torn between telling him to fuck off or indulging myself a bit longer.

I run a hand over my face and exhale in annoyance. “No one-”

“Well obviously not no one if you’ve got doodles of her initial all through your notebook!” Oh. Oh. This is why he doesn’t know it’s him. He doesn’t know I’m gay.

“Actually, um-”

“Is it… Samantha? No, I s’pose not- she’s a pixie. Oh! Maybe Sarah? She’s quite nice, though she is a fourth year…” (He keeps listing off girls’ names, and he knows all of them. I swear, he’s like a dog, he’s so bloody friendly.) Oh, Snow. The oblivious dolt.

*Simon’s POV*

While I list off more names, Baz looks at me like I’ve grown another head. But this is nice- teasing like we’re mates. (It won’t last of course. S’nice to pretend, though.) When I saw Baz doodling in his notebook about someone he fancied, something in my stomach twisted. I think it was just the fact that my enemy was capable of liking someone. That Baz was capable. I thought he didn’t like anyone. I’ve never even seen him be nice to anyone, before. Maybe being an arse is his way of flirting? (No, certainly not. If that was the case, then that would mean that he’s constantly flirting with me, and that’s, well. That’s right crackers, innit?)

He cuts me off with another exasperated sigh when he says, “Snow! I am not-” He grunts a little and looks around, uncomfortable all sudden. He takes a deep breath. “I’m gay, you dolt.” Oh. So who he fancies… it’s a bloke. Right. Well that was… unexpected. It’s like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. (Because that means he doesn’t fancy Agatha, after all.) This information shouldn’t be sending me into hyper-drive, but I get the familiar feeling of magic bubbling over, and something white-hot coils in my belly. How did I now know that my roommate was gay? I s’pose, being his enemy and everything, we’ve never really been chatty. I’ve been quiet a long time, and I’m just now realizing that he probably thinks I’m homophobic.

I bluster and then compose myself (as much as I can, anyway) and continue naming names. “Right then. So… maybe Seth? He’s a solid bloke, though he’s in fourth year, too. So maybe Stuart? But I can’t really see you with a Stuart,” I keep listing off names and then immediately writing them off, because who the bloody hell is good enough for Baz? I feel myself working into a nervous bluster again, and I hope to Crowley no one else in the class is watching this interaction. Baz’s gaze along with his shaking head is scrutiny enough. I continue, even though everything in my body is telling me to stop. “Maybe more of a Roy, or p’raps a Simon-”

I didn’t just say that.

*Baz’s POV*

He just said that.

*Simon’s POV*

We both go quiet and Baz is staring at me with wide eyes, and I’m overflowing with magic, and I hadn’t realized it before, but I’m sporting a half stiffie. (I never think before I talk. If I would just think-) Before I know what’s happening, I’m stumbling over an apology/excuse.

“Baz, I didn’t mean- well s’just that I, erm- I didn’t mean to, and I’m so sorry, and I think that I’ll just go die now, an-” He cuts me off and puts his hand over mine. (I think I’m going to bloody implode. Any second now.) His cool hand is cooling my oh-so-hot-one down and he bores his eyes into mine, telling me to shut up.

“Simon, bloody calm down. You’re going to explode the-”

“Wait- go back.”

“Pardon?” He cocks that infuriating eyebrow of his.

“What did you just call me?” He rolls his eyes.

“I hardly think that’s of importance right now, Snow.” My name from his mouth is on repeat in my head. “Just calm down. Breathe. It’s okay.” I nod and take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down and take other people’s eyes off of me.

When I’m calm, I try again. “Baz. What does… what does that initial you’ve been doodling stand for?” It’s his turn to take deep breaths. I realize he’s not let go of my hand, and he’s tracing a pattern there. S+B, over and over.

“Simon Snow, obviously.” Crowley, I’m daft. He looks at me, and I’ve never seen Baz this unsure in my years of knowing him. “Is that… okay?”

I don’t know how to properly convey with my words how okay that is. So I go for the next best thing and use my mouth to tell him. I lean in to snog him properly, and he smiles against my lips, earning a smile of my own in return.

Now we’ve got the class’ attention.

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(Not so good at) Sneaking around

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Teen & up

Warnings: None

The Request:

Hey! So we always see the Reader and Peter sneaking around Tony and he suddenly finds out when he catches them making out or doing it and freaks out and it's like "Run Peter, run!" But c'mon!! There's no way his daughter could hide something like that from him I mean he's Tony freaking Stark! So just once I would like to see a fic where the Reader and Peter think they are being so smart and sneaky but Tony knows all along and just let's them go on because it's so much fun for him to see them running around and freaking out and just nearly giving them heart attacks every time he 'almost catches them'. Also let's be honest, he would totally ship it!

“It’s happening! This time it’s definitely happening!” Tony got in the bed whispering excitedly.

“What is, Tony?”

“SpiderStark! Y/n and Peter!”

Pepper turned around to face her husband, exasperated and refusing to have to be awake at such an ungodly hour.

“You say that at least once a week…”

“Yes, I know, but this time it really is happening!” He insisted, excitedly, “I was walking down the hallway outside y/n's bedroom and I hear them yelling at each other and…”

“How is yelling at each other conducive to them getting together?”

“Because of what they were yelling! Hear me out…”

Tony was having a pretty shitty night, the coding for his newest AI refused to cooperate but he couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it. He was missing something. He needed another pair of eyes.

Peter was out with MJ, great kid, really, he would totally be on board with that relationship if it weren’t with the fact that it was getting in the way of his OTP.

Because that’s what they were, ever since princess Shuri had explained the terminology to him, he couldn’t help to think about his own princess and his protégée like that. Because, let’s be honest, no boy was ever going to be enough for his precious girl, but the one he loved like his own? The one whose genius rivaled his own, the one who was braver than Cap himself, the one with a heart more pure than Thor's? That one came pretty fucking close.

And he wasn’t blind, he had seen the little glances they stole when they thought no one was looking, the way that “personal space” lost any meaning when it came to them, those kids were crazy about each other.

Now if only those two morons would get along with the program …

Anyway, Peter was out with MJ and Harley had gone home for the weekend. His own precocious teenager was geeking out somewhere on the tower with Loki of all people (and don’t even ask him how the bastard was still alive, Thor himself had just shrugged and welcomed him back), but he was going to have to interrupt them -such a pity - to ask her for help.

“If you’re looking for your firstborn, she just left for her bedchambers” Loki said without even raising his eyes from the book he was reading, sprawled on the sofa of the main living room.

“So early on a weekend night? You managed to bore her that much?”

Loki rose an eyebrow in obvious contempt.

“If you must know, she was visibly distressed after the spider-brat showed up. So much that so that she was of no use to any of our respective investigations so she decided to call it a night.”

“Distressed? Peter Distressed her?”

Loki scoffed,

“That little insect is not as harmless as you seem to believe…”

Tony rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Snivellus. I’m gonna find her, she’s probably still awake.”

You were awake alright. Yours and Peter’s voices could be heard from the hallway. Frowning, Tony got closer to the room.

“… and where do you get off of telling me what to do or who to talk to?!” distressed, his ass, you sounded furious. “You are not my father, you are not my brother, you are no one!” Jeez, kid, harsh much? “You are just my friend and-!”

“That’s bullshit, y/n! That’s so much bullshit and you know it!” Tony didn’t think he had even heard Peter swear before, but he would have been the first to admit the tension between you two was bound to explode sooner or later. “The way we touch? The way you look at me? The whole way we just… are with each other, that’s not how friends are supposed to be! You wear my freaking t-shirts to bed, for God’s sake! Just admit it, baby, we haven’t been just friends in a long time.” He finished, voice full of venom.

Your dad froze outside your door. He felt the need to intervene, to put a stop to the argument before it could escalate even more and both his kids said things they would regret. But on the other hand, he had no idea what to do or how to break up that fight. Teenagers were a scary breed, especially female ones…

Especially Stark ones.

There was a loud crash against the door.

“What the Hell, y/n? You can’t just throw a vase at me! You could have hurt me!!”

His daughter’s response must have been in a lower voice because he couldn’t hear it. Tony got closer to the door trying to listen but the voices sounded muffled now, softer.

There was another dull thud on the door, as if something heavier had hit it, and then a stifled moan, and Tony left hurriedly, before hearing something he really, truly didn’t want to hear…

“… Wow”

“I know, right?” Tony sounded still amazed. Pepper, good pragmatic Pepper, wasn’t as enthusiastic.

“ And you are not bothered at all by the fact that your oldest daughter is currently making out, maybe even more, with a boy in her bedroom?” She inquired, skeptical.

“Honey they are eighteen, and they are smart. They can be a lot of things, but irresponsible is not one of them. Besides,” Tony left out a yawn “Peter is a complete gentleman.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about” Pepper muttered, but Tony’s eyes were already closed.

…

Tony Stark started to suspect Peter Parker wasn’t as much of a gentleman as previously thought a couple days later, when he caught you trying to sneak out of the med bay.

“I can’t believe you licked the alien thing” Bruce was so done as he and your father turned the corner.

“It worked! It was DNA activated!” Tony countered.

“But you didn’t know that at the time! Oh, hi y/n…”

You stood there like a deer in the headlights, cursing silently: it was just your luck to crash into them when you were almost on the clear. You had been so close, but the tell tale glow of the Starkderm -Your father’s high tech take on the transparent medical dressing, designed to aid in healing and completely camouflage wounds, making them indistinguishable from the patients skin once activated- on your neck, let you know your little mission had failed.

“Sweetie, are you ok? Did you get hurt?” Bruce’s tone was anxious and the guilt Tugged at your heart for making him worry. After all they had been through, they didn’t deserve it.

“You should let Bruce take a look at that, neck injuries are a serious matter, kid”

Had you been in a better mental state you would have noticed the amused glint in your father’s eye that belied his concern; but as it was, high on adrenaline and embarrassment, you didn’t see it.

“NO! I mean… n- no, it’s nothing, I mean -just a stiff neck.” You stammered, “That’s it, just a stiff neck. I thought maybe the analgesics in the Starkderms might help. I- I gotta go now. Bye!”

You practically ran out of the room, leaving behind a bewildered Bruce… and a clacking Tony.

“Oh my God!” your father was literally doubled up with laughter, “Did you see her face? She was so red she could’ve given the old mark II a ran for it’s money!”

“I don’t understand, the Starkderms don’t work on soft tissue sprains…”

“Oh Banner, you pure, innocent jolly green giant…” Tony wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and put a hand on his friend's shoulder -well, he tried for the shoulder, but the forearm was as high as he could reach- “It was a hickey. She was trying to cover a hickey”

Banner was even more confused,

“A hickey? But how? who..?”

Tony just raised an eyebrow.

“… No, no way!”

“Yes way.”

“Get out! Finally?”

“Yes, my friend,” Your dad patted Bruce’s (lower) back “Fucking finally!”

…

“I think your father knows”

Tony froze on his tracks right outside the kitchen as soon as he heard Peter and you talking about him.

“What? Why would you say that?” You sounded slightly alarmed, but not enough, in his opinion. Surely he was more intimidating than that, he was Tony fucking Stark after all.

“Well, you know since my aunt and I moved to the tower we have been doing our grocery shopping ourselves…”

“Yeah, I know” Tony could practically hear your eye roll, he knew you shared his opinion on the ridiculous Parker pride that meant that, despite May and Peter finally accepting to move in with the rest of the team into the new Avengers Tower, they still refused any and all financial help from Tony; never mind the fact that your father paid for everything for the other avengers.

“Well, last night after patrol I was tired and I forgot May had asked me to go to the store,” Peter sounded like he was blushing. Tony hadn't even know that was possible. “so I asked Friday, right? And then, when the groceries arrived…” Peter ended his explanation with an unintelligible mumble.

“What? I’m sorry Pete, I didn’t quite catch that last part” Your mirthful tone let your father know that Peter was blushing even harder. Tony had to stifle a laugh, he knew exactly what had been in those groceries…

“Condoms, ok?” Peter finally blurted out, “There was a box of condoms in one of the bags that I definitely didn’t asked for!”

“And you think that, what? That my father did it?” You said incredulously “They probably just mixed your order with someone else’s. Peter do you seriously think my father bought us condoms?”

“… Well, when you put it like that, it does sound a little ridiculous…”

You scoffed,

“You think? Besides,” You added, “we would know if my dad knew, he’s not exactly subtle, you know. Do I need to remind you the Carter Baizen incident?”

“The what?”

“You seriously don’t know?” You sounded beyond incredulous and we’ll into stunned territory now. “It was everywhere. My dad saw him trying to put his hand underneath my skirt once, while we were dating, and he blasted his car…”

“That was true? I thought the tabloids had made that up!”

“They didn’t. So, you see there’s no way we wouldn’t know if Tony –“

“Hey, did someone say Carter Baizen?” Your father interrupted, choosing that moment to finally walk into the kitchen and making you and Peter jump three feet apart “Because I swear, if that bastard is lurking around again…”

“Hey dad! No, ew that would be super creepy. He’s like, super old now…”

“Hello my heart.” He came next to you and kissed your head. “You better be telling the truth, because if I ever see him near you again, I will disintegrate him.” He then looked Peter dead in the eyes over your shoulder as he said, “Nobody puts their hands on my baby girl and gets to keep them”

Peter swallowed hard. Tony smirked. Oh yeah, he was still intimidating af.

…

“Friday, where’s my oldest daughter?” Tony asked certain Saturday evening, not having seen you in the whole week, thanks to the mission your team had been on.

“She’s in her bedroom on the penthouse, boss”

“Really? She’s not, you know, on the third floor, west side of the tower?”

“Negative, boss, she’s not at the Parkers’.” Friday sounded amused, “However, Peter is in her room with her.”

“Figures.” Your dad grumbled. But then an impish little smile appeared on his face: It was time to have a little fun messing with his favorite pair of jumpy teenagers.

As he neared your room, he was able to hear music, whooping, laughter and… Rihanna?

… So gonna let the rain pour,

I’ll be all you need and more…

“Sweetheart, can I come in?” Tony knocked on your door, and the laughs immediately stopped.

“Just a second!”

A lot of shuffling, the thud of something heavy hitting the floor and a few muffled curses reached his ears. A minute latter, a very flushed You opened the door.

“Hi, dad!”

“Hi, baby” He stepped past you into the room and took a look around: The bed was made (thank God) but there were a few pillows knocked off it, one of Peter’s sneakers was visible underneath the vanity and a pair of pink my little pony boxer shorts were laying on the carpet. Your dad poked them with his shoe.

“Nice shorts,” He commented casually, “I thought you had gotten over rainbow colored horses when you were six…”

“Stranger Things made them cool again” you hurried to explain, “Well, not cool cool, they’ll obviously never be cool, but like, cool amongst nerds. It’s more like a nostalgia thing… and who wants to be cool anyway, am I right? Cuz-…”

“Sweetheart, you’re rambling” Tony pointed out and you instantly shut up. “I just wanted to ask you and Peter if you wanted Italian for dinner. Where is he, by the way? Friday told me he was with you…”

“That traitor!” You murmured under your breath.

“What was that, my heart?”

“Nothing, dad” You replied, proud of how even your voice was despite of your heart trying to leap out of your body. “You just missed him, he left like two minutes ago to take a call from May. But I’m sure Italian’s great, he loves it.”

Tony wouldn’t admit it, but he was kinda proud too, you were definitely getting better at lying. As a father it was a scary thought but he knew it was a valuable skill in your shared line of work.

The only thing was, I wasn’t nearly as fun to mess with you if you didn’t fumble and stuttered your way out of the situation.

“Right, then, I’ll go tell Pepper to order while Mor and I set the table. You’re on dish washing duty tonight.”

“Sure, no problem dad.” If Tony hadn’t already known you were trying to hide something, that right there would have tip him off: You never, ever in your life had done the dishes without complaining.

Yeah, you were getting better at lying but there was still a long way to go.

As soon as your dad left, Peter got out of the ensuite, stark naked and arms full of clothes.

“Is he gone?”

“Really, Peter? Really?” You deadpanned, “first you come out here naked and then you decide to ask if my father is gone?”

God, he was so lucky he was pretty.

He chose to ignore your sarcasm.

“And he didn’t suspect anything?”

“He didn’t. Apparently My Little Pony is girly enough for these to belong to me” You snickered, holding his underwear up. He took them, blushing and mumbling something about a gag gift from Ned. Once he had them and his jeans on, he flopped down on the bed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“I knew the striptease was a bad idea!”

You laughed harder at that,

“You said you had moves! I had to see them!”

He peered at you through his fingers.

“Was I any good at it, at least?” he asked shyly but you could see the beginnings of a smile on his bitten red lips.

“Babe, you are the best Rihanna ever,” You said truthfully, “ I’m even tempted to put you on a full on French maid costume. Fishnets and everything.”

You leaned down on the bed to kiss him, but he used his super speed to flip you over so you were one your back and he the one above you.

“God, you are so weird!” He declared, but there was nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Hey! Don’t kink shame me!” You batted half-heartedly at his chest.

The rest of your complaint was swallowed by his lips.

…

“Daddy! Daddy!” As soon as Tony put a foot inside the penthouse he got tackled by a little dark haired meteor.

“Maguna! Hello baby!” he grunted as he picked the littlest of his troublemakers up. He was getting old, and his little squirt was getting big. He started to walk the both of them towards the kitchen. “How was your day out with your big sis? You girls did something fun?”

“We did!”

Tony scowled in mock outrage,

“How dare you? I specifically forbade you two to have fun without me!” he growled to a giggling Morgan “There can be no fun if I’m not there, I told you!”

“We did! We had fun!” She confirmed delighted. She was obviously not intimidated in the slightest, and Tony was starting to resign himself to the fate of not being feared at all by his daughters.

“What did my girls do? If it wasn’t too fun, I shall allow it…”

“She and Peter took me to the Queen’s zoo!” She replied excitedly, “There were Coyotes! And there were mountain lions and sea lions! And we saw the sea lions have lunch! And then we had lunch. Oh and I got to feed a baby goat!”

“Really? You did all that? In just one day?!”

“Yes!” She confirmed, “And then y/n said she whished she could keep one of the sea lions as a pet, a little one, like a sea puppy! And I said yes, but Peter said he couldn’t let us steal a sea lion!” Morgan frowned, indignant. She looked so adorable that Tony was having a hard time trying to hide his smile.

“Did he now? The nerve on him!” He played along.

“I know! And then y/n pouted, and I made the puppy dog eyes…”

“The what now?”

Morgan sighed,

“The puppy dog eyes,” She explained, tiredly, as if she believed her father to be exceedingly slow, “It’s when I make my eyes real big and sad. Y/n taught me”

Tony rolled his eyes, unsurprised and unimpressed by that little piece of information.

“Anyway, she was pouting and I was making the puppy dog eyes, so Peter said he would be our sea lion instead. And he was making like this” Morgan started flapping her hands and barking in a rather hilarious impression of a sea lion. This time Tony couldn’t stop himself from cracking up, but far from offended, Morgan smiled, pleased with herself.

Once they reached the kitchen, he placed her down on the counter and started gathering the ingredients for a couple PB&Js while Morgan continued the retelling of her latest adventures.

“… And then, at the Aviary, I saw y/n and Peter kiss! But they told me not to tell you, cause it’s a secret…”

“They didn’t try and bribe you into keeping it?” Tony asked amused, without stopping to spread peanut butter on a slice of breath.

“Yeah, they did. They bought me ice cream and a sea lion plushie…”

Tony turned to face his daughter.

“Then why are you telling me?”

Morgan gave him a look far sinister than any seven year old should be capable of,

“Because they would only let me have two scoops…”

Tony had created a monster.

“Wow. We are so lucky you don’t know who Spider-Man is!” Tony commented, thinking just how much it might cost them for Morgan to keep a secret like that.

“But I do know Spider-Man! He’s my friend!” Morgan replied, having totally misunderstood her dad, “And whenever you are away on a mission, he’s the one that comes to check for monsters in my closet when I can’t sleep at night…”

“Of course he does” How was Tony ever supposed to hate her daughter’s boyfriend, when he was Peter Parker?

…

“Harley, what happened?” Tony demanded catching up with the boy on the hallway of the Medical Research and Treatment wing of the tower. Otherwise known as the medbay.

“Tony! It was that fucking Goblin again. He had some kind of gas he tried to douse on y/n. Peter took the hit for her.” The blond boy answered, falling into step beside Tony toward the infirmary, were Peter was being tended to by both Banner and Strange.

“I told you a thousand times, kid: That’s Mr. Stark, or boss for you. I’m your superior, show some respect, this is supposed to be a mission report.”

“Sorry, sir” Harley continued, sounding anything but, “We subdued the Red Goblin successfully and now he’s under custody of S.W.O.R.D. I believe they are presently trying to separate the symbiote from it’s host. Stature and Ironheart stayed behind to handle the clean up and I brought Spidey here.”

“Really? Y/n didn’t want to bring him in herself?”

Harley smirked,

“She knows I’m faster.”

“That I can’t argue with” Tony admitted, well aware of Harley’s disregard for safety rules in favor of speed. And the thrill of it, of course. “Do we know something about the substance that lunatic hit Peter with?”

“It was a poison, fast acting and apparently lethal on normal humans. On Pete's unusual metabolism, however, the effects are… pretty interesting.”

Tony narrowed his eyes in suspicion,

“How interesting exactly?”

Harley’s smirk intensified,

“Why don’t you see for yourself, boss?” He motioned at the door with his head and Tony’s weariness grew: if Harley found it amusing, chances were it wasn’t anything good.

“Mister Staaaaaaark!” Peter’s cheery voice slurred loudly when Tony wasn’t even halfway through the door. He turned to Harley.

“He is high?!”

Harley didn’t even tried to hide his laughter.

“As a kite!”

Tony was convinced that one this days, one of his kids was going to make him roll his eyes so hard, that they were going to get permanently stuck facing the back of his head.

“Nooo, don’t go mister Staark”

“Tony, get in here!” admonished Bruce, who was trying to push back into the stretcher, as gently as possible, the loopy teen with the super strength currently trying to make his way to his mentor.

“Woah, careful there, champ!” Tony guided a squirming Peter to lay back down, “What would y/n say if she saw you trying to escape like this?”

Tony never thought a person could make the exact same face of the heart eyes emoji. He was wrong.

“Y/n! She’s soo gorg- so gurgeu- so… she’s so pretty, and strong and braaave…” Peter gushed, “And I’m so so lucky, cuzz she’s my girl- my girlfriend… how did I get so lucky, mister Staark?” He looked at Tony as if he was just realizing who he was talking to- Which was probably exactly what was happening- and seemed suddenly petrified.

“Oh no! No mister Staark, you can’t know she’s my girlfriend or you’ll kill me! Kill meeee!!”

“Relax, kid. I’m not telling mister Stark anything.” Tony tried to calm the easily distracted boy the best way he could think of. And it worked. Kind of.

“Thank you mister Staark. You did sooo much for me! You made my suits and you took us in and- and… and y/n! You made y/n!! Did you make her in your lab too? Because she’s SOOOOOO perfect!

“Actually I did make her in my old lab,” Tony chuckled “Just not in the way you’re thinking”

“Dude! TMI!!” Harley quipped from the doorway.

“Seriously, Stark, don’t give the boy any ideas, I already walked into him and your heiress making out in the Sanctum enough times” Strange chipped in, holding up a syringe with a bright green liquid Tony assumed to be the antidote.

“What were they even doing in the Sanctum?”

“Besides making out? I’ve no idea.” Was Strange's dispassionate reply.

Peter was still spouting praise over y/n,

“She’s so niiice and sooo good and so brill- so smart!”

Strange came closer with the needle but Peter would have none of it.

“No! No needless! No pricking!” He started to struggle against Banner's hold and he truly did not want to hurt the confused kid.

“Tony, distract him!” He demanded.

“Underoos, what was that about my daughter?”

Peter’s face immediately lit up,

“She’s amazing, she smells so nice and her hair is soooo soft, like a princess!! But like, a- a badass princess… like Leia!” Peter turned suddenly solemn, “Miiister Staark, do you think she likes me? Like, like like me?”

Tony smiled,

“Well, considering she is your girlfriend, I would expect so…”

“SHE’S MY WHAT?”

Strange used the moment of distraction to pretty much stab the syringe into Peter’s thigh. He looked so betrayed that Tony had the unreasonable impulse of hitting the wizard right on his smug face, even though he knew the doctor was only doing his job. Or one of them, at least.

“This should help you expel the toxin faster. You might feel drowsy and lethargic so I strongly recommend you to lay here, take a nap, and when you wake up you should be back to normal,” Strange hesitated, “Or at least, whatever is considered normal for a hormonal adolescent boy with spider DNA… Seriously Stark, how do you even find them?”

Tony shrugged,

“You should see the one with the Prym particles irradiated heart”

Stephen Strange seriously hoped the billionaire was kidding.

“Right. If that’s all, I will be going now. Give me a call when the spider kid wakes up” He added to Bruce, “Even if you don’t consider it necessary, I would like to check on his evolution.”

“Will do, doctor” Banner gave him a reassuring smile. Doctor Strange could be cold, even a downright bastard sometimes, but he had a soft spot for the youngest Avengers, and that placed him firmly in the 'friends' category according to the oldest ones. He disappeared through one of his portals, that closed after him in a shower of sparks.

“Wow, that’s so cool!”

Tony sighed and was about to turn to go to Peter again, but to his everyone’s surprise, Harley beat him to it.

“Ok, Pete, that’s enough excitement for one afternoon”

“No, no, I want…” Peter ended his sentence in an unintelligible mumble but it was clear he was trying to sit up. Harley helped him to hold himself upright.

“That ok, Pete?”

“Kid, he’s not listening, he fell asleep” pointed out Tony.

“Ok, then” Harley guided Peter’s back to lay against the stretcher again, while Tony placed his legs in a more comfortable position. Once they were done, he raised a questioning eyebrow at Harley. The blond shrugged,

“What? I might not take a lot of things seriously, but he’s my friend…”

Bruce hummed unconvinced.

“You caught all that on video, didn’t you?” Tony correctly assumed. Harley gave him a dazzling smile in return.

“Every single glorious second of it, I even got some recordings of the flight back here. If you let me have some of the security footage of this room, we could turn it into a short”

Tony winked,

“You got yourself a deal!”

“God I’m so sorry Vine does not longer exists” Harley lamented, “This material is gold! Gold I tell you!”

“Well, I can always buy the company and bring it back…” Tony suggested, following the kid out. Bruce was left alone with the unconscious Peter, wondering what exactly was going to be awaiting the unsuspecting kid on the internet once he woke up.

“Wakey wakey, spider beauty…”

Peter really didn’t want to wake up, he had the feeling he was going to have the hangover of a lifetime once he did, but that little voiced lured him into consciousness like, well, like a spider lures flies into it’s web.

“Come on, Pete, open those pretty eyes for me…”

“Whu? Oh, oh hey babe…” Peter drowsily greeted you, managing to open one eye. You chuckled, relieved, and Peter thought that that right there was the most beautiful sound in the world. Facing the hangover to kill all hangovers was worth it, just to hear that sound again. He opened both eyes and took you in: You looked a little gritty, and exhausted from the last fight, but even so, you were still as breathtaking as the first time he had seen you, all those years ago.

“Hello, princess” He sounded much more alert now, to your infinite relief.

“Hey, there, handsome” you smiled at him and Peter felt his heart skip a beat. He vaguely wondered if it would always feel like this, or if he was going to get used someday to the idea of you being his. He seriously doubted that last one. “Is that my new nickname?” You asked.

“Yeah, yes it is. Because you are a princess. A badass princess, like Leia.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he was hit by the memory of everything that had happened earlier in that very same room. Peter groaned and covered his face with his hands, something he seemed to do every time he felt embarrassed, which lately was a very often.

“Babe, don’t hate me” He grumbled from behind the shelter of his hands, “But I might have told your father about us…”

Your laugh took him by surprise.

“Yeah, I know, he just gave me the “what are your intentions towards my protégée” speech”

Of all the reactions Peter had prepared himself for, that wasn’t one of them.

“Wait, so he isn’t mad?”

You snorted,

“I know! I was surprised too, but according to him, we won him a lot of money!”

“What do you mean?” Peter was sure the drug hadn’t left his system completely, cause you weren’t making any sense.

“Apparently there was a bet going on. He had a lot of money on “Secretly been together all along, just didn’t know it/refused to acknowledge it”” You explained, “and it seems Bucky made a lot with “Angrily confessed their feelings for each other in the middle of a fight” too”

Peter felt his jaw hit the floor,

“I think I need to lay down…”

“Babe, you are laying down” you pointed out.

“Well, then maybe I need to lay down next to you” He replied cheekily. You feigned an annoyed sigh.

“Fine, scoot over” You climbed on the narrow stretcher with him. The both of you barely fitted, laying side by side, but Peter wrapped his arm around your waist to stop you from slipping out. And if he held you a little closer to his body than was strictly necessary, well, you were openly, officially, his girlfriend now. He was allowed to touch you, to kiss you, to stake a little claim on you in front of everyone, here and there.

He laced the fingers of his other hand with yours, and held your joined hands up in the air in front of the both of you, testing the feeling of freedom, of not having to hide anymore, even if it was just of the infirmary security cameras. He couldn’t help the goofy smile he knew he must have been sporting on his face.

You stayed like that, admiring the way your hands looked together, before you had to ask,

“What are you thinking about?”

Peter seemed to gather his thoughts for a moment.

“You held my hand like this” He observed, pensive, “Back on Titan, I mean. After the snap, as we…” He trailed off, but you knew exactly what was left unsaid: As we turned to dust. As we died.

“And I know you must have felt it happening too, cause I remember I felt your fingers starting to crumble underneath my own and-“ His voiced cracked and he had to stop and take a few stabilizing breaths before he could go on. When he did, it was with tears on his eyes as he said, “And I know you were probably terrified, too, but you still held my hand and tried to comfort me. Because I was scared. Because I needed you. And then, when we came back…”

“We were still holding hands” You finished for him.

“Yeah” He murmured, quietly, amazed. He turned on his side, removing his arm from your waist, and placing that elbow on the thin mattress, supporting his head on his hand, to face you.

“I never told you this,” He confessed, “But I remember not wanting to let go” He squeezed your still joined hands, “I still never want to let go”

“Then don’t” You whispered, closing the distance between you, kissing his soft lips gently, trying to convey in that kiss all the adoration, devotion and longing you felt for him. He let go of your hand, only to softly touch your face, with heartbreaking tenderness, as he delicately bit your bottom lip in a silent request for permission. The helpless little moan that escaped your throat was all he needed to deepen the kiss, lips devouring yours, tongue worshipping every corner of the inside of your mouth, hands pulling you closer and closer, making your body come alive beneath his fingertips.

He rolled into his back, pulling you on top of him, one hand tangled in your hair, the other one trailing dangerously lower and lower on your back, seeking the skin under the waist line of your jeans, kiss getting quickly out of control.

When the need for air finally won, and you had to break the kiss, smiling at Peter’s attempt of following your lips with his, you knew. You knew, as certainly as you knew your own name, inexorably and inescapable like gravity. The words left your mouth in a breathless whisper, but as clear as the feeling behind them:

“I love you, Peter Parker.”

Peter could only gaze at you in awe, slack jawed and heart hammering so hard inside his chest you could feel it on your own. You saw the raw emotion in his eyes and knew he was about to say it back.

“That’s all very good but I think it’s about time Pete an I have a certain conversation”

The sound of your father’s voice had you both falling down of the stretcher in your haste to get away from each other.

“Dad! We were just-…”

“Mr. Stark! This isn’t what you think it is!”

Tony looked down on you at your sprawled positions on the med bay floor and scoffed.

“I think I know exactly what this is” He declared, pulling Peter up by back of the collar of his suit, “which is why I think it’s way overdue that Peter here, and I, talk about the birds and the bees…”

“Dad, no!”

“Dad, yes. Tell me, Peter, do you still have the box of condoms I sent you?” Tony left the infirmary dragging a tomato red Peter with him, and you just knew you were never going to get laid again.

Because if there ever was something worse than your father threatening your boyfriend to defend your virtue, it was your father giving your boyfriend sex advice.

The end.

So, this was too long to post in one go, I guess this prompt got outta hand. Or my characters got a little... Handsy.

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