#this all started because of that GOSHDARN SMIRK

[immamapletreekid]

the english translations are going to be the end of me.. #RIPDeucey cater omygosh--

[yodepalma]

omg i still write fic???

yeah so i meant to have this up for day two of @corleonisweek​ (cor with animals) but due to a biiit of an emergency at home i wasn’t able to get it up. so here it is, only a day late! *pats self on back*

Title: Lucky Cat (ao3 link) Summary:  Cor accidentally adopts a cat. A pregnant cat. Rated G for goshdarn cute

It starts, as these things usually do, with one cat: a stray wandering around outside Cor’s apartment building. At first he just sets out a little food for her, wanting her to stay healthy. Eventually she decides she likes him and lets him pet her, and he finds himself stopping to do so every morning and night. She rubs up against his legs and purrs, following him to the door of the complex and then running off. Then one cool night he leaves his window open and she jumps inside, but never jumps back out. He doesn't have the heart to throw her back outside.

Of course, he hadn't known then that she was pregnant. Not until two weeks later, when Monica stops by to deliver some paperwork and gets distracted by Kotetsu, who instantly decides she likes her. Lets Monica pet her belly and everything.

When Monica finally finishes petting her, she comes into the kitchen where Cor is drinking his coffee. She drops the papers on the table by his hand and says, "Cor, are you aware that cat is pregnant?"

Cor pauses with his mug halfway to his lips. He slowly lowers it back to the table. "I wasn't even aware she had the right parts for that."

Monica gives him a look. "How long have you had her?"

Cor shrugs. "Clearly not long enough."

"Give me your phone." Monica sighs. "I'll give you the number to my vet. Take her."

That's one order Cor doesn't need to be given twice. He's not equipped for kittens. He'd barely been equipped for a full-grown self-sufficient cat.

 The vet is nice, though she clearly thinks it's hilarious that Cor hadn't even known the cat was female. Even after Cor explains that becoming a pet owner just sort of...happened.

She does dig up some pamphlets about pregnant cats so he knows what to expect, though, so he forgives her. And after leafing through the pamphlet, he also goes out and picks up some actual books about cats. He's not ready for this. He'll never be ready for this.

This doesn't change a month later, when Kotetsu starts getting clingy and he recognizes the signs of a cat about to give birth. She's made a little nest in his closet, too, right on top of a jacket she pulled off the hanger. He's going to have fun explaining what happened to it when he needs to ask for a new one to be made.

And then the event finally happens. At some godawful time at night, with Cor alone in his apartment. Why couldn't she have waited until morning to drag him into the closet with her?

The fact that he went willingly because he's worried is a secret that will die with him.

He calls Monica once he gets as comfortable as he can be. She answers the phone with an unusually snappy, "What?"

Cor stares down at Kotetsu. "What do I do?"

"What?" She sounds more confused than angry this time.

"It's happening."

He can feel the moment Monica realizes what he's talking about. "Cor, it's two in the morning. I'm sure you can handle it."

"But—"

"Two in the morning, Cor." Monica takes a deep breath. "She should be able to take care of everything herself. I'll come by in the morning."

She hangs up without waiting for a response. Cor lowers his phone and glares at it. Betrayed. By his own soldier. He'll get her back for this.

The birth takes what feels like forever. There's four kittens when it's all over, and after seeing Kotetsu eat the placentas, he's vowed to never have to go through this again. Give him something to kill any day. This was just harrowing.

He considers getting up and taking a shower, but he's exhausted after hours of watching to make sure nothing goes wrong. He lets his head fall back against the wall behind him and carefully stretches out his legs. The kittens are huddled in close to their mother, so he shouldn't have to worry about crushing them. He hopes.

The next thing he's aware of is someone walking into his bedroom. He checks on Kotetsu automatically, to find her and the kittens curled up next to his leg and apparently fast asleep. Only then does he look up to see Monica hovering over him with a smile and her phone out.

"Don't—" Cor's cut off by the sound of the camera shutter noise. He hits his head against the wall and sighs.

"But you looked so cute." Monica kneels down and looks at the kittens without picking them up. "And Helen will pay me for that picture."

"I'll pay you to delete it," Cor says, but he knows it's hopeless even before Monica smirks at him.

"Not enough." Monica gets back to her feet and holds a hand out to him. "The kittens look fine. You need to get ready for work."

Cor grasps her hand and lets her haul him to his feet, but he can't help looking back down toward Kotetsu. "But they were just born."

Monica pats his arm. "They'll be fine. Go take a shower."

Cor reluctantly does as she says, tossing his clothes into a corner of the bathroom. He'll worry about them later. In the shower, he leans his forehead against the wall and thinks mournfully about how comfortable his bed is. He'd been looking forward to a full night's sleep, and Kotetsu had ruined it.

At least it had ended in four healthy kittens. He hadn't really gotten a good look at them yet, and he doesn't think he's going to until after work. He sighs and pushes off the wall, reaching for the shampoo.

By the time he gets out of the shower, Monica has made him coffee and breakfast, a sure sign that he looks as tired as he feels. He sits down with a grunt of thanks and stares blankly at the plate for a second. He'll be late if he doesn't hurry up.

He can feel Monica's amused eyes on him as he eats and gulps down two cups of steaming hot coffee, but he chooses not to acknowledge her. At least this way he can pretend he still has any dignity left.

Monica walks to the Citadel with him, smiling at her phone the whole time. She leaves him outside his office door, rushing off like she has something important to attend to. Cor narrows his eyes at her back. He knows she doesn't have anything waiting for her.

Her hurry is explained when he opens his door to find Helen lounging in his chair. Of course. Why would she give him time to prepare for her?

"Good morning." Cor closes the door behind him and crosses his arms. "Get out of my chair."

Helen grins and doesn't move. "Tell me how your adorable kittens are first."

Cor sighs. "They're alive and healthy. Not sure what else you expect me to say about things that are only a few hours old."

"Oh, come on." Helen leans forward and props her chin up with a hand. "How many are there? What do they look like? What awful names do you plan on giving them?"

"Four; squirming, dark blobs; and I haven't decided yet."

"All right, I can take a hint." Helen holds up a thin file folder for a second and drops it back on his desk before she gets up. "Just came to deliver this anyway."

"Thank you."

Helen walks over and pats him on the chest before she leaves. "Welcome to the crazy cat lady club."

Cor walks over to his desk and flops inelegantly into his seat. Would anybody notice if he took a nap before he has to go train the new recruits? With the way his luck is going, someone would walk in on him drooling on his paperwork and snap a picture. Better not risk it.

He rubs his eyes and flips open the folder. Scowls at the contents and rubs his eyes again, in case he's just seeing things. But the image of a kitten doesn't disappear, and as he flips through the pages he realizes that's all it is. How the hell did Helen manage to get this together so quickly?

...At least they're cute. And it is better than doing actual work.

 He doesn't actually get anything done before he has to get up again, but he can't bring himself to care. He's tired enough that he stops in one of the guard rooms to grab a cup of their terrible coffee. He chugs it right there at the counter, then looks into the empty cup with despair.

"That was the worst coffee I've ever had," he mutters to nobody in particular. "It tastes like apathy given life. How do you drink this?"

"Who cares what it tastes like?" Someone comes up and pours themselves a cup. "It works."

Cor nods agreeably. "Okay. But why does it smell like burnt hair?"

"That would be the sheer essence of apathy. You need another cup, Marshal?"

"I don't hate myself that much."

He can still taste the coffee when he gets to the training room. It would make him regret the decision to drink it if he didn't also finally feel awake enough to actually do something.

The new recruits salute him when he enters the room and he salutes half-heartedly back. He's given the welcoming speech so many times he's pretty sure he could recite it in his sleep, which is good because he has no recollection of a word he says. He'll just have to hope he didn't screw up, and deny it if he did.

"I know all of you can fight," Cor says, falling into his resting stance. "But today is when you find out how well."

He reaches for the king's magic and pulls his katana out of the Armiger in a flash of light. The ensuing tinkle of tiny bells and muffled laughter of a few of the men isn't the normal response he gets to that. He looks down to see—something hanging off the hilt of his sword. A closer inspection shows it to be several little cat phone charms. He taps at a little calico that has one paw raised beside its head, and it jingles as it swings. 

"Regis," he sighs as the men burst out laughing again. He falls back into stance and glares up at them. "Don't let yourselves be distracted by ridiculous diversions. An enemy won't hesitate to attack while you're laughing."

It still takes the recruits a few bruises before they manage to take him seriously again. Cor is going to kill Regis. Or Monica. Or both of them.

[vulcan-highblood]

What Heroes Do

(a "Ground Zero Rescues Izuku from the Sludge Villain" AU) 

Read this on AO3 Inspired by this post

Midoriya Izuku was trudging home from school, alone. This wasn't new to him. After all, Izuku had no friends in his middle school. He hadn't even had friends in elementary school. Not since everyone else started developing their quirks, and Izuku just… didn't. People weren't born equal. Some were born with great power, and with it, great responsibility. Others were born with no power, left to scrape by amidst the unnecessary cruelty of their peers. Izuku was a good student - top of his class, quiet, diligent, and kind to everyone. He loved heroes, and despite knowing that it was basically impossible to become a hero without a quirk, oh, he wanted to be a hero more than anything. Just that morning he’d been able to watch a showdown between a villain and some amazing heroes! He’d taken a lot of notes. Notes that had been mostly ruined when his notebook had been thrown in the pond by his classmates. They hadn't hurt him, this time. Well, not physically, though he still felt stung by the way the whole class had laughed when he’d declared his intent to apply to UA for high school. He wished that it had never been brought up. He sighed heavily, scuffing his shoes on the ground as he approached a dark tunnel. Just like my mood, Izuku thought glumly, before shaking those thoughts away. Who cares what they say? I gotta keep my chin up, he decided. Keep moving forward!

Lost in thought, he paid no mind to the filthy sound from behind him, until he heard a thick, soupy voice slur, “Aha, a medium-sized disguise…”

Startled, Izuku glanced back over his shoulder, spying a gloppy, slimy thing oozing up through the holes in a nearby manhole cover. The thing was towering over him, it's crazed eyes filled with malice, it's toothy sneer sunk in an oozing, filthy orifice.

Izuku stumbled, turning to run, but he was too late, too slow, too useless . With a swirl of foul-smelling glop, the horrible creature wrapped itself around him, surrounding him like a living pit of quicksand, binding his limbs and coating him with its viscous ooze. A villain?! Izuku thought frantically, and that was all he had time to think before the slime villain had covered his nose and mouth, forcing past his lips and down his throat. He tried to scream, but everything was muffled by the crushing force of the slime villain forcing itself down his throat.

“It’s all right,” the villain purred, “I’m only taking over your body, calm down. It’ll only hurt for 45 seconds, then it’ll all be over…”

Izuku tried to cry out, even as the creature dragged him into the tunnel, where no one could see him struggle. His throat burned where the muddy sludge poured into him as his heart pounded painfully in his chest. You have to save me, he thought, struggling uselessly against the creature, did no one expect this, this thing to come this way? As panic began to set in at the realization that no hero was coming to save him, he clawed futilely at the slime monster, who just laughed.

“You can't grab hold of me, I’m made of liquid!” the thing cackled viciously, enjoying the way Misoriya twisted and flailed, eyes wide and rolling with panic.

Oh god, Izuku thought, I can't breathe! I can't… oh god, I can't even fight back, I’m so tired… He felt his knees wobble, and he dropped his notebook, the one he'd been holding all along, the one he’d fished out of the pond… all for nothing. He was going to die here. I’m going to die, he thought, and then, Am I really going to die like this? Black spots were swimming in his vision now and he was so tired. Someone! I’m dying! His gaze landed on his notebook, which had fallen open to his costume design. I don't want to die… he thought resignedly, please…

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the street and the manhole cover went flying nearly fifty feet into the air. Izuku’s vision was growing blurry, but he saw plain as day an imposing figure with pale hair hair pointed in every direction, a dark mask across his face, grenade-styled gauntlets on his arms. The hero rose from the depths like an avenging angel, broad shoulders rippling as he pulled himself up out of the manhole and stood, the very picture of fury, pointing a finger at Izuku and snarling. “I found you, you piece of shit!” The hero pulled his hand back, making a fist, and laying a hand on his grenade gauntlet before stopping, his eyes bulging with surprise. “Shit!” he cursed again, “He got a kid?” then, “Hey kid, you still alive?”

Izuku couldn't breathe, couldn't move, but he blinked a lot.

“Shi- shoot, so any big explosions are out,” the hero grumbled under his breath before turning back to Izuku. “This might burn a little,” he warned, and then Izuku couldn't hear anything else but a high-pitched whine. He saw a white-hot flash, and felt searing heat on his face. He felt the slime creature being peeled away by the force of the blast and as the slime pulled away he fell to his hands and knees, coughing and choking and gasping for much-needed air. Dimly he could see Ground Zero - for that was the name of the hero who’d saved him - just destroying the villain until he was reduced to the size of a pet bottle. Ground Zero sealed him in the bottle and stared at a moment before muttering, “Huh. Guess I owe Red Riot twenty bucks now.” Then the explosive hero turned to look at Izuku, who scrambled unsteadily to his feet.

He wasn't sure whether to cry, gush, or just fall on his knees in adulation. Izuku settled for his usual reaction to high-stress situations, which was to start rambling helplessly. “Oh my god!” the curly-haired boy gasped, “You're the celebrated rookie hero, Ground Zero!” he beamed excitedly, his heart pounding wildly. He was alive! And he was meeting an amazing hero! If he were being honest with himself, he'd never really expected anything that exciting to happen to him in his entire life. “You’ve been climbing the ranks faster than anyone could have predicted! The brash hero with a terrible attitude and a 100% success rate! They say you’ll even surpass Endeavor one day!” Izuku took a breath to continue, but was interrupted by the hero, who folded his massive arms over a sculpted chest.

“I’ll fuc- fudging surpass All Might too, just you watch,” Ground Zero told him with a glower. “None of this second best business for me.”

Izuku frowned. “You can't surpass the symbol of peace,” he told Ground Zero solemnly, surprised that the hero hadn't realized this. No one could surpass All Might!

Ground Zero sputtered for a moment, then scowled at Izuku, “The fu-fudge kinda ungrateful nerd are you?”

Izuku blinked. “I’m sorry…?” he could feel his stomach twisting into knots already. “It's just that All Might is so amazing, and you're amazing too, I guess, but he's All Might, and I - don't touch that! ” he yelped as Ground Zero swooped down, picking up his ruined notebook.

“Jeez, kid, what did you do to this thing?” the pro hero asked absently, scarlet eyes darting back and forth as he flicked through the pages.

Izuku felt mortified. “I, I didn't do anything,” he protested weakly.

“Hmm,” Ground Zero commented noncommittally, before glancing up at Izuku and shaking his head. “Fuuu- fudge, kid, you are obsessed.” He closed the notebook, and eyed the cover. “Hero Analysis for the Future - number thirteen? Dam - ehrm - darn! You’ve put a lot of work into this, kid. I’m impressed.” He handed it back with a smirk, but it wasn't a mean-spirited smirk. “You applying to UA?” he asked.

Dumbfounded, Izuku nodded. Ground Zero thought my hero notebook was impressive! I can't believe it!

“It's a good school,” Ground Zero said, white teeth flashing into a predatory smile. “I was their best student.”

Somehow, Izuku doubted that was the case, but it felt rude to say as much, so he just nodded again.

Ground Zero preened, then, with a small frown of confusion, he broke the dreaded question. “So what’s your quirk, kid?”

Izuku felt his face begin to burn. “I, uh. I don't have a quirk.” He couldn't look Ground Zero in the eye.

“Huh.”

That wasn't the reaction Izuku had expected, so he looked up, surprised.

“There's lots of ways to be a hero…” Ground Zero began, then stopped. “Fuck it. I mean - shit, Fudge - I mean shoot! Goddammit. I mean goshdarn-”

“Kids swear in school all the time,” Izuku told Ground Zero. “I’ve heard worse, trust me.”

“Ah, thank fuck,” Ground Zero exploded. He crouched down so that he and Izuku were eye-to-eye. “Here’s the thing, kid. Without a quirk, you're fucked. Hell, even with a quirk. This job fucks with you on so many levels. It's great and shit, but it sucks ass too.” He shrugged. “You're shit outta luck without a quirk, and that's frankly a goddamn waste because you have a lot of knowledge and good instincts if that book of yours is any indication.” He stood up again, towering over him at full height. “I hate saying this, especially to kids, but… No, it’s never going to happen, you don't have what it takes, find a fulfilling job you’d actually be fucking good at.”

Izuku winced. That want at all what he’d wanted to hear. “Are you sure someone without a quirk has no chance-?”

“Fuckin’ most of the population doesn't have what it takes,” Ground Zero growled. “Get over yourself.” He turned to walk away, then paused. “Good luck, kid.” And then he jumped up, blasting off with his quirk to propel himself upwards like a human jetpack. Izuku watched him go, feeling as if he’d won the lottery and been bankrupted all within the span of five minutes.

With a sigh, he tucked his notebook under his arm and continued the long trek home. He knew he shouldn't have applied to UA, but he had to. What other choice did he have? He knew he couldn't be anything else. He needed to be a hero! He had to be! He felt something wet trickle down his cheek and he swiped at it curiously before realizing with a start that he’d begun to cry.

God, he was pathetic. Ground Zero was right, he didn't have what it took to be a hero. But dammit, he was going to try anyway! Because that, well...

That’s what heroes do. And no matter what anyone said, Izuku was going to be a hero someday.

[franklyshipping]

HEADCANON THINGEH

What would it be like if some of the egos found out you liked tickling? Only gonna do some of Mark’s so lemme know if ya want more xx

Dark: Would be be surprised and curious at first, but as soon as he was fully in the know…the teasing. I repeat THE FUCKING TEASING. In public and in private he’d be whispering in your ear about everything he’s going to do to you, in precise detail. His hands would rest on you more and more, fingertips trailing down your back and sides as he pulls away with a knowing smile. He’s the sort who’d remind you not to cause a scene in public. But when you’re alone he’d have you at his mercy, always wanting to draw every reaction out; every snort, hiccup and embarrassing squeal. Always smirking and talking about how much you’re LOVING IT. After he’s done his teasing he’ll go for your worst spot maliciously, not relenting until you’ve screamed yourself hoarse or promised him something he wanted. Loves to get hands on. Afterwards though, he’d always take you close and remind you of how endearing you are and how you should NEVER be ashamed of what makes you happy…and that he is more than happy to provide.

Wilford: He would fucking squee when he found out and think it was the cutest thing ever! He is the sort that if he thinks there is a TRACE of sadness in your demeanour then he will get rid of it with tickles until you can do nothing BUT smile, loves to cheer you up with it. He would always get a twinkle in his eye and is a big partaker in cat and mouse chases, he’d saunter about with innocence in his voice before he wrenches you from your hiding spot and goes to town, laughing along with you. LOVES TO FLUSTER YOU AND GET YOU BLUSHING. Is the person who will dub himself as the Tickle Monster™ and will speak to you in a baby voice to get you giggling before he’s even touched you. When he DOES begin he takes into consideration where you like to be tickled most and works from there, and is always really affectionate with nuzzles and half-hugs throughout the whole thing. He is also the utter patron of raspberries, they’re his go-to method because it means he gets to use his facial hair at the same time (unf i got actual chills when i wrote that 😍) Is basically the King of Silliness and Floof.

Google (main boi only): Would be very…very curious. Would do intense research on the whole thing so he wasn’t out of the loop (if you had a tumblr relating to it he would TOTALLY monitor it 24/7) and would keep himself updated. He’d have a catalogue of everything that makes you tick, offhandly mentioning certain phrases just to fluster you in public and relishing in the influence he had. When it comes to actual tickles he’d be methodical, keeping an eye on your physical limits, whilst also teasing in a nochalant manner. Remarking on your sensitive spots and how curious it is that you stammer at his words…does him speaking make the tickling more effective? He may investigate that furthur…Is the type to plan a session rather than be random…though sometimes when you’re reaching or stretching he won’t be able to help himself. Likes to think he’s just educating himself but he can’t deny the increased warmth in his core when he makes you laugh.

Bim: Would also think it’s the cutest thing in the world but would go above and BEYOND to make sure you knew it. A big fan of tickle-hugs, just likes coming and trapping you and making you squirm all while he’s CONSTANTLY calling you cute and adorable. Another thing, if you were say…cuddling on a couch…you are getting tickles. He won’t try to pin your arms but he will sit or lie on top of you with a cheeky-ass grin asking ‘what’s so funny?’ or ‘did I miss a joke?’ Basically his cheeky boyishness comes out. IS THE BIGGEST TICKLE FIGHTER EVER!!! Loves wrestling you and may even sometimes let you get your revenge cuz he (may or may not ahem) like it too; nothing but playfulness with him. He’ll always ask if you’re okay and will have a refreshing beverage on stand-by because he’s a caring lil bean.

Dr Iplier: He’d be ecstatic and giddy, overjoyed more at the fact that you told him because he’d feel honoured knowing you trusted him enough to tell him. Would undoubtedly don his medical attitude when tickling you, telling you how “concerned” he is at your reactions to very “innocent” touches; but you can see that spark in his eyes. He would make a point of using the word TICKLE or any variation of it in every single goshdarn scenario, knowing how much it’s killing you inside and loving how it affects you. He’ll be very teasing in his touches, lingering over a death spot before going in for it with a cheeky ferocity. Likes to pointedly ask if something tickles and if he doesn’t get a verbal answer well then you’ll both just have to sit there waiting till you do; really loves to make you stutter and basically fuck up your word trail. King of the Techniques, he knows how to use his hands…basically.

The Host: Would be immensely happy since he loves discovering new things about you, he’s the sort of guy who’d incorporate it into a gentle massage by giving the odd tweak or skitter; likes to make you jump or catch you off guard in general. If you think you’re safe when you’re nowhere near him then you are SO WRONG like he’ll narrate little tickles or tingles when he knows you’re out in public; when you next see him he’ll be all like ‘did you have a nice day?’ like the teasy ass little asddfghj that he is. When he gets down to business though he can be truly relentless, he doesn’t need his eyes to know exactly how to torture all your sensitive spots. Loves to narrate about how incredibly ticklish you are and how much you love what he’s doing to you, he’ll wait till you start begging before he stops. But afterwards he’ll rub down all your spots and help you remember how to function properly as a human being. One thing that he does especially is tell you how much he loves tickling you, because he KNOWS you’re having a good time and he loves nothing more than to make you happy 😍

okey dokey i am flustered now why am i like this, i’m tagging @ticklefandoms in this cuz you motivated me to write a thing so yeah THANKS xx

[shintorikhazumi]

Snippet #5: "Shiny Chariot, Dreamy Diana!"

Snippet!! It’s been a while… And I am sooo guilty about this… Sorry @lizanime3

Snippet #5: “Shiny Chariot, Dreamy Diana!”

“A&B are watching TV and after a while, A closes their eyes. Thinking they are asleep, B starts watching their favorite animated movie from when they were a kid, not knowing A is wide awake and trying hard not to laugh at how adorable it is that B still likes kiddie movies.”

I thought of placing Akko as B, but with her character, she pretty much IS a fawning-over-kidstuff kind of person. Plus I wanna see cute Diana… Sooooo… Y'know what I’m trying to say here?

Also, would it be alright if it were a series instead of a movie? @lizanime3

Set after they are married ^~^ *-*-*-*-*-*-*

“-And that was the latest report related to witches this evening. Next up, a new brand of ramen is bor-” A loud yawn sounded throughout the room as the click of the remote signalled the changing of the channels.

“Soooo boriiinnggg!!!” Akko drawled, eyes barely open as she slumped against her wife, feeling heavier by the minute. “Diana, why do we have to watch this?” She asked, lips seeking the skin of her wife’s collar, peppering tickling kisses there as Diana let out a breathy sigh, the arm wrapped around Akko’s shoulders, tightening their hold.

“Because it’s work-related.” She pressed her lips to her wife’s forehead, feeling the other woman’s weight rest more fully against her. “Lately, Luna Nova and witches in general have been getting much more attention, so as the headmistress, I must see to it that I am well informed of these affairs.”

The blonde giggled, hugging Akko tighter after a rather tired yawn, eyes fluttering, struggling and failing to stay awake.

“But it’s borriiinnngg… It makes me sleepy.” Diana chuckled, hands roaming in search of Akko’s to entwine them.

“Says the most famous lecturer and professor of witches. And can you settle down even for a while? You are always so busy, dealing with world issues and such, being a hero and a mentor. Isn’t this the same?”

The brunette snorted, shifting a bit so that she was tucked in Diana’s collar, lips dancing along the slope of her neck. “I’ll have you know my lectures are exciting and fun. Not like…. These."She pointed at the drone of the news on the screen. "Boring little things.”

Diana couldn’t keep another laugh as she nuzzles her head against her wife’s, before leaning it on the hero’s shoulder.

They stayed that way a while, enjoying the silent ambience and warmth- til Diana felt the pace of Akko’s heart and breathing drop, steadier, fuller and slower, more relaxed.

Akko had fallen asleep.

Knowing, but wanting to actually confirm this, Diana sneaked a peek at the shorter woman’s face, seeing her eyelids shut, twitching from time to time, a flutter of her breath producing gentle snoring- contrary to popular belief, Akko was a very quiet sleeper, surprisingly enough.

With a loving smile, Diana planted a kiss atop her head, brushing a few of her now longer bangs from her face.

“Sleep well.” She murmured against Akko’s lips before a bubbly, childish excitement overtook her at seeing the digits on their clock on the wall.

‘12:30am’

She had never admitted to anyone, not even her own partner, that she had this large secret, one that should never see the light of day.

Airing at this time, was a show… A poor low-budget, low-quality series that would probably get cut soon, and Diana had always wondered why this horribly animated and poor portrayal of one iconic and “disdainful” witch character had yet to be done away with after so many years.

As the theme song played, the soft glow from the television casting it’s light on Akko, Diana lowered the volume, eyes bright in contrast to the dimly lit room.

In bold, flashy letters, the words- “Adventures of Shiny Chariot” were read across the screen.

It killed Diana that she was far too invested in this trashy, childish… Whatever this was. And it didn’t help that she had that few bits of pride that she did deserve to have, but still. This was far too compromising a secret to be found out.

Yet here she was, starry eyed as she watched her hero dance on stage, fight crime to some disarray the creators of the show referred to as “music”.

She sighed, both in bliss and in exasperation, though that twinkle in her eye never ceased to exist.

Every move Chariot did, well her cartoon counterpart did, every flick and toss of her wand, every step her feet tapped reminded Diana of the days she would beg her maids and mother for a custom set of Chariot wear so that she too might be able to waltz the stage.

Unbeknownst to her, in her silent, secretive admiration, another lass, eyes filled with mirth, could not take back the attention Diana stole, trying not to make even a squeak or giggle.

Ruby reds laughed mutely, watching every twitch of the corner of the blonde’s lips, every flutter of her long, thick lashes, and every restrained chuckle, giggle, laugh she let out. Akko almost made a sound when Diana snorted, horrified at the realization that she could not slap a hand over her mouth lest her motions alert her wife to her being awake. They were close enough to one another that one movement from Akko would jeopardize her viewing.

Silence wasn’t too golden at times.

But Akko would endure this silence if only to enjoy the child-like enjoyment if her other half. It was endearing and adorable to see that sparkle in bright diamonds, that wide, informal and unrestrained grin of ecstasy, Akko loved it.

She would stay silent a bit longe-

Diana’s sudden intense fit of giggling and laughter was too much for Akko, coupled with the tiny sneeze she made before laughing at her own silliness, it was irresistable and Akko just HAD to love her a million times more.

“Cute!” She exclaimed, squeezing her wife tightly while peppering kisses all over the now petrified woman.

“A-Akko?! S-since when?!”

The brunette laughed. “Since when what? Since when have I loved you? Since forever~” She sang, rocking them back and forth. “So adorable.. So even Diana Cavendish-” Akko said while the heiress blushed hard.

“-Kagari.” Her wife added

“Still has the heart of a child.”

“Th-there’s nothing wrong with that, is there?! Hmph!” She said, turning from the smirking professor. “And since when have you been awake?! Don’t tell me you haven’t been in dreamland at all!”

“I have.” Akko said, poking Diana’s cheek, trying to get her to face Akko.

“Then do share what it was about. What do you dream about?” Diana said, still pouting.

“Isn’t that obvious?” Akko spoke, wrapping her arms around Diana to hug her from behind.

“?”

“You are my dream. My dreamy Diana. The dreamy lady who runs the goshdarn best magic school ever and is the GREATEST witch in the world! Who tries to cook my favorite meals and gives me hugs and kisses… And work…” Diana giggled a bit, giving in to Akko as she leaned back into the embrace.

“At least you get work.”

“Who is so, so beautiful… Mature. Dependable, responsible but can also be so adorably childish, fawning over Shiny Chariot, My Dreamy Diana.”

Despite being seen in this embarrassing state, Diana decided it wasn’t so bad if it were Akko. A secret for one was now shared by two.

Planting a kiss on her wife’s lips, growing ever sleepy as the show came to a close, in the comfort of her wife’s warm embrace and soft kisses, Diana mumbled her I love you’s and good nights.

“You are also my dream.”

“I love you too.” Akko responded, tucking Diana under her arm and letting her rest on the brunette’s chest. “My dreamy Diana, sweet dreams…”

You are my dream… My dream come true...