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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Something else to keep in mind is the way things compound? Like for instance, I’ve seen a mini trend of fics lately focusing on the issue of Dick dropping out of college or not wanting to go, which for the record, I feel is another way of building up to the idea that he and Bruce have all these fights during this period that are two way streets instead of like....what canon actually was (reminder that in the canon that Dick actually dropped out he and Bruce actually were never really NOT on good terms, like there’s never been a big fight in the comics about this topic so.....incheresting).

But anyway, my point is its worth keeping in mind that how you frame something at one point in a narrative like.....ideally, you want it to mesh up and align with other things you’ve brought up throughout the narrative, and not accidentally contradict yourself narratively.

I mean, this is really the big gripe most Dick Grayson fans have with his fanon characterization overall:

The fact that it just doesn’t make sense.

In Jason-centric fics that are after his resurrection, how often is Jason utterly convinced that Dick can’t even wipe his ass without Bruce’s approval? And yet in Jason-centric fics that are before his death, how often is Jason thinking about how Dick and Bruce are constantly fighting and Bruce can’t seem to do anything without Dick objecting? Reconcile these two things. They make no sense.

Same thing with fics that talk about Dick being the emotional glue of the family, the one keeping a cool head to calm down everyone else when they’re all taking shots at each other.....until randomly he just pops off without warning because he’s just that hot-tempered. These things mesh, how?

Same thing with Dick being frequently referenced as idealized by the hero community......but every time he interacts with someone like Roy or Kori or other Titans he can’t seem to avoid pissing them off and creating epic grudges. Make it make sense.

Or how Dick disliked or didn’t care about Jason to the extent that he only references him as a cautionary tale because of one line in canon......but the whole damn story where he kills the Joker because of Jason doesn’t count.

Or how its not okay to blame Dick for his own rapes but both of his major breakups which are intrinsically linked to the actions of his rapists like....were clearly and objectively all his fault somehow.

Dick Grayson fans aren’t on board with most of fanon because you can’t sell people on a constantly conflicting characterization that makes no sense and has no internal consistency.....you can only cater to people who don’t NEED to be sold on that because they’ve already decided they’re down with hating a character or largely ignoring him.

And I think people have gotten so used to not thinking twice about contradictory takes on Dick Grayson that they unintentionally undermine their own fics by contradicting themselves without even realizing it.

Like its ridiculously common to come across fics that reference Dick being beloved and charming everyone at the society galas they all have to go to.....but these fics take pot shots at Dick’s name, fashion, mannerisms etc all throughout it just because the author likes it or fans expect it or whatever reason.

But actually THINK about it:

Think how snobby the socialites at these galas are characterized as being any time its Jason their noses are turned down at.....and then look at like.....the constant jokes you as the author make YOURSELF at Dick’s very name, fashion and circus origins......how on Earth does it make ANY sense that these same people aren’t doing the same damn thing about Dick? That they’re actually any more fond of him than they are Jason, if no matter how charming he might be in the moment, the second he turns around its just as easy and likely for them to make a joke about his circus background or name as it is for writers and readers? If you can’t resist doing it, you really think snobby one percenters would bother in-universe?

Hell, they’d be more likely to hate him BECAUSE of his name, his fashion, etc.....because think of how often people not so subtly infer that he’s making a bad choice when he refuses to go by a different name, or dress more accordingly to normal fashions, etc.....

Dick has a million ways he could more easily fit in with the society he was brought into and ease his passage through it, but he puts his foot down at practically every opportunity. The idea that everybody is just dazzled by him at these galas makes no sense because the most consistent character choice made by Dick throughout the decades is that he refuses to CONFORM to others’ expectations of what he should be like.

EVERY SINGLE CHOICE he makes from his name to his wardrobe to his costumes to his education to his city to his living arrangements and on and on is in complete and utter DEFIANCE of what people expect of the eldest son or ward of Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, and that’s by Dick’s conscious and consistent choice. He knows damn well how to be more what people want or expect of him, and that’s not what he wants so he says mmmm but also how bout no.

Dick constantly embodies the idea that you can take the boy out of the circus but you can not and will not take the circus out of the boy no matter what environment you place him in or who you surround him with. He will not allow it. He will not play along.

In what universe is that going to endear him to the very people who would most likely view his choice to prioritize the very things they look down upon as something he consciously PREFERS over their projected expectations or assumptions?

Its not.

Personally, I think Gotham high society despises Dick Grayson no matter what they pretend to his face, and he’s perfectly aware of it. And probably gets some kind of trollish glee out of it because fuck them too, anyway.

(And all of that is WITHOUT even taking into account the fact that a good number of the people at these society galas all along were looking at Dick as their future property, given that they were Owl members who knew all along what they intended for their Gray Son. These people simply do not view and treat Dick as an equal. Its impossible. There’s no way).

Or then back to the idea of Bruce and Dick’s fights in his later teenage years being a two way street....

The core problem at the root of all this is the very idea of a two way street implies a certain give and take. A clashing of equals.

And that’s just not the reality in ANY continuity.

Because the question is, in any given fight between Dick and Bruce in ANY canon....

When does Dick ever WIN these fights?

When does Dick get the outcome he wants OVER what Bruce wants? When does Bruce ever cave? When is it NOT Dick leaving the manor without getting what he came for, or even being kicked out? When has Dick ever been able to say no, I’m NOT fired, or no, I’m NOT giving you control over what happens with Robin. Even when he DOES confront Bruce on these matters, Bruce STILL infamously never caves. He never actually apologizes or admits wrongdoing, he still usually tells Dick to leave. Like I said, basically the only time Dick’s ever got the upper hand in an argument was over the college thing and that time it wasn’t even a fight! Bruce didn’t actually care that much! That was the good timeline! LOL.

But there’s never actually a reversal. There’s no real precedent for Bruce caving to a teenage Dick Grayson and saying hey you know what, you’re right here, I’m overstepping or I’m in the wrong or I’m the one who doesn’t know what he’s talking about because our divergent life experiences here have mine as less relevant to the issue in question than yours do?

It doesn’t happen.

And here’s the problem with that:

Dick’s a literal genius. Every member of the Batfam is. Its how they’re able to do what they do. They’re ALL smart as fuck, capable as fuck. Put any of them in any other situation where they’re the only Bat present, and everyone usually defaults to them. They know what to do, they know what call to make, their approach is borne out by the narrative as being the correct approach. Their intelligence and strategy is validated by the narrative, with Dick being no exception here. In fact he’s particularly NOTED within canon narratives for being the guy everyone in the DC universe trusts to lead them.

Now.....imagine being this guy, who while although still a teenager, is in his late teens, and has YEARS of leading his own team under his belt. Years of being responsible for the lives of teammates and civilians. Years of becoming aware of and comfortable with his own natural brilliance. Years of becoming confident in being capable of making the right call when the situation demands it. Years of learning to TRUST in his ability to make the right call, to know the right approach, because not only are people relying on him to make those calls, he needs to be able to trust he can make them in order to have the confidence to follow through and DO so instead of being frozen with indecision or trying to pass the decision off to someone else, which he NEVER does?

With all that....and even with all due respect to Bruce’s own genius and experience....

What are the chances that in all the times that Bruce and Dick clash in his late teenage years....

Dick is NEVER right?

And yet.....when in any of these conflicts.....is he ever validated in that, versus shut down by Bruce who insists his way is still right?

Imagine being an acknowledged genius with years of experience and responsibility under your belt, but NEVER getting to be right in any arguments with your father, even when just based off pure freaking statistics, its frankly impossible for you to be 100% wrong EVERY SINGLE TIME?

Do you see where the two way street thing starts to fall apart? How can it truly be a two way street if part of the reason the two of them so often end UP aggressively opposed to each other during this time period.....is because of how many times previous encounters have only ended ONE way no matter WHAT?

It makes sense for Dick and Bruce not to clash as much during their younger years, because even the most stubborn kids do understand on a fundamental level that they have things to learn from more experienced adults. And Dick has never been someone mindlessly predisposed towards conflict. He didn’t become an exceptional acrobat by the age of eight by butting heads with his parents every time they tried to teach him, he couldn’t have. He KNOWS how to listen, he KNOWS how to acknowledge when someone else is right.

But as he grows older, when he has more and more experience under his belt, more and more confidence in his own insights in large parts thanks to Bruce’s own efforts in buttressing his confidence in his younger years.....what happens when the balance of who is right and who is wrong in their arguments NEVER EVER starts to shift in his direction even a little bit, no matter HOW much more experienced he seems to get....and what happens when communicating this problem, this imbalance, to the person that really matters here, Bruce himself....still inherently requires Bruce accepting blame and acknowledging even just in THIS case, the idea that he’s not always right at this point and Dick has insights that can challenge his?

Of course there’s going to be more and more conflict....but can you truly argue that its a two way street, even just based off THIS? Is the teenage son truly to blame for being frustrated that he’s not allowed to ever be right, because the thing getting in his way is his father never ever being willing to back down or cave or not have the last word?

This is the sort of inherent contradiction I think lies at the heart of a lot of conflicting viewpoints here. It doesn’t matter how much lip service is being paid to the idea that Dick is intelligent, that Dick is respected, if all your content continually bears out the idea that actually no he’s not, because Bruce is always right, Dick never is in the right in arguments or conflicts.

The latter evidence just is not aligning with the former claims, and thus readers are innately forced to make a choice as to which to believe.....and more likely than not, they’re going to err on the side of substantiating whichever stance actually has more narrative support behind it, in any particular story.

See what I’m saying?

You need to make sure your story is ACTUALLY saying what you think you’re saying or you intended to say....or you end up undermining your own intentions.

Anyway. Just throwing that out there.

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cuinnamonbun · 3 years

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I really love ur headcanon about Hijabi Mc with the brothers! I really love it cuz there is no one writing about us in any fandom =(

I was thinking would u do the (un)datebale characters with Hijabi Mc if u can ? =3

If u don’t want then u can ignore the ask 🖤

Hello there, angel! I assume you meant the chaotic Hijabi MC headcanon that I wrote, so I hope you enjoyed these xx

she/her pronouns!!

The (Un)Dateable Characters' + Luke’s Reactions to a Hijabi MC That Looks Extremely Pious and Quiet but is Actually a Chaotic Mess

Diavolo

As future king of the Devildom that wishes to strengthen the relations between the three realms, prejudice and discrimination against the human exchange students’ choice of religion is a HUGE no-no

Diavolo would not mind the fact that she is wearing a symbol of her devotion to God on her head, but he would be so intrigued by this human at first meeting

Not about her religion, of course, he is well aware of all the religions in the world; Abrahamic religion being the one he is most familiar with (obvi)

What excited him was the fact that this human was so. friggin. hilarious.

He’s not even sure if this human is doing it on purpose because something would happen that would catch her off guard and she would just say?? the most random shit???

Like say, she got jumped by Mammon and her response to that would be a monotone scream and a “sTOP i could’ve dropped my croissant!” but she was actually genuinely startled

He’d be so fascinated like wow! Go girl, give us nothing!!

He would invite her over for tea so many times just so she could explain slang to him

Diavolo: Tell me MC, what is the meaning of DILF?

Due to personal reasons, MC will now be passing away

He would abuse the usage of slang everywhere and he would be so excited to finally understand what Leviathan is talking about

Lucifer: Diavolo, we must talk about the student council budget

Diavolo: That wasn’t very cash money of you

Lucifer: ....excuse me?

Diavolo: Periodt okurrr slay queen

MC has to go hide to avoid being slaughtered like a sacrificial lamb by Lucifer

Diavolo would be also be curious and impressed at the intricate planning of each and every one of her pranks

Like sure, it may be annoying to be the one at the receiving end of it, but understanding the details behind it?? All the logic, physics and patience put into it just to ensure a flawless delivery??? Absolutely stunning

MC has him mesmerised

He would absolutely want to learn the art of pranking from her

Honestly, at this point it’s no longer the human exchange student and the Devil King, it’s now the mentor and the mentee

Lucifer has to demand MC to stop teaching him these things for the sake of his sanity because it’s taking him away from his royal duties that’s keeping the Devildom from falling apart

They still meet up in secret though screw you, Lucifer

Barbatos

This is another demon whom would not mind the fact that their chosen exchange student is a Muslim

Lord Diavolo’s reputation hangs on this exchange program going extremely well, he would not let simple prejudices put a smear on that

He has prepared himself well to receive people from different walks of life just so he can provide all students a comfortable stay during their term in the Devildom

But wait...what is that human doing?

Oh...this poor man

Not only does he have to keep that ginormous labyrinth of a castle spotless and immaculate at all times and ensure that every event being hosted by the castle is going perfectly without a hitch, but he also has to take care of an overgrown man-child that is also known as the future king of the Devildom

Now, he has to make sure this...mess of a human doesn’t go stir up trouble anywhere?

Barbatos is a calm and collected man, but he’s still a demon; virtues aren’t exactly something they practice

He would need to down three cups of melancholy coffee and squeeze a stress ball whenever he catches MC in her antics whether it is alone or with someone in tow

Somehow he’s the only one whom MC would find almost impossible to prank

Like she managed to catch Lucifer off guard once (that was her proudest achievement) but BARBATOS???? yeah, it’s like he has a pair of eyes on the back of his head or something

MC: *tries to sneak up on him*

Barbatos, not even turning back: Enough of that now, MC, come enjoy this tea I’ve made

Pranking Barbatos will become her number one mission during her entire term in the Devildom

Barbatos would be really amused and impressed at the lengths she would go through just to see that shocked look on his face

Why, it might even be—dare he say—endearing

Though MC will cause this man stress and grey hairs, Barbatos couldn’t help but appreciate her company every time she came around

When she’s not up to her daily shenanigans, she would simply opt to help Barbatos out with some of the chores or preparing the treats for a tea party with the student council members and the exchange program, even though he’s mentioned that she should do no such thing

But knowing that this girl is constantly energetic and restless, Barbs agreed to let her help since he would not want to deal with her breaking some priceless antiques or getting herself in trouble with Devildom law again

She helps to remind him that it’s okay to be laidback once in a while and that he doesn’t need to be so uptight all the time

These two have an unusual friendship but it’s only good vibes all around ^^

Before she leaves the Devildom though, he would pretend that she actually managed to startle him with her last grand prank and the look on her face was worth his reputation taking a slight hit

He totally has a soft spot for her

Solomon

OOOOH THESE TWO

THESE TWO ARE THE EMBODIMENT OF CHAOS ITSELF

Solomon and MC would be the best of friends man

The minute this shady sorcerer laid his eyes on her, he KNEW...this would be his new BFF

They would wreak so much havoc together that they give Lucifer a migraine the size of Lord Diavolo’s castle because they’re rUiNiNG tHe iNtEgRiTy oF tHE eXcHanGe pRoGrAm

Psh, as if that’d stop them

Honestly, it was like they each have one braincell that cancels each other out every time they get together

Lucifer: You two better have an explanation for this

MC: We have three actually.

Solomon: Pick your favourite

Lucifer hates it whenever they get together and he would always try to prevent them from meeting up

But his wits are no match for the power of their friendship!!

Solomon would defff try to persuade MC to get more pacts with other demons

Solomon: C’monnnn MC, we could be powerful! :c

MC: Bold of you to assume we’re not powerful now, bestie

So we have established that MC loves to pull pranks right?

She would have so many ideas on the top of her head that she would never use because 1) they either defy the laws of physics or 2) she would need magic to pull it off perfectly

So imagine her excitement when she found out Solomon is the greatest human sorcerer

She would 100% reel him in her plans and schemes and NO ONE (except the angels, they have immunity bc they’re babies :] ) would be safe from them

Despite all the fun they would have though, Solomon definitely treasures her as his greatest friend

I imagine life for Solomon would be quite lonely and he appreciates the constant joy and company that MC would provide him

He would definitely fuck a bitch up if someone dares to mess with his bestie 🙄

These two adore each other so much but they would be caught DEAD before they would admit that to each other 🤭

Simeon

When they first met, Simeon was so happy to find a person so devoted to God such as MC

He takes it upon himself to become MC’s guardian angel around the Devildom

He would helicopter them for a while and would (reluctantly) back off if MC finds it a bit suffocating

(don’t be mean MC, he just cares about u alot that’s all :( )

This man is capital P patient

I mean, that’s a given with him being an angel and all

But seriously,,, one has to be in awe at how calm and collected he is even when MC would pull pranks that would cause a normal person to wanna punch the living daylights out of her

Eventually she would feel bad and stop pulling these pranks on him though, he’s just too sweet and she can’t take advantage of that </3

They would be really close though (along with Luke) because he would frequently invite her to pray the 5 essential prayers together with Luke or read the Qur’an together and it’s just wholesome vibes all around man 🥺

As angels, him and Luke would have such beautiful recitations of the Qur’an and I can picture MC frequently dropping by Purgatory Hall just to listen to him recite the kalimahs with the perfect tajweed (Non-Muslims if you’d like to hear an example, check out Sheikh Mishary reciting Surah al-Kahf, it’s beautiful man 🥺)

He would frequently invite MC and Luke out for walks too and these three would look so domestic together people often mistake them as a little family (much to the brothers’ chagrin and Simeon’s amusement)

Simeon has such a calming presence that he could even tame a chaotic MC down and have her sit still enough, it will be as if she turned into a completely different person

Lucifer, in his demon form: MC STOP RUNNING AROUND YOU’RE GOING TO FALL AND HURT URSELF

MC, violently shaking like a hamster on crack: U CANT STOP ME LUCI, URE NOT THE BOSS OF-

Simeon: Hello, MC! Would you like to come and have a pleasant chat with me? ^^

MC, as if in a trance: ...anything for you, Beyonce

MC is such a simp for Simeon and honestly, who can blame her?

Luke

Luke was extremely happy when the two of them met

This cutie is a proud servant of God and he loves humans who loves Him as much as he does

So it comes as to no one’s surprise when he attaches himself to MC

This would heighten when MC stepped between him, Beel and Lucifer during that,,,,incident

His favourite time of the day is praying in congregation with MC and Simeon and baking with MC

MC would steer clear from involving Luke in her pranks and/or outright pranking him

He’s just a precious little child okay, MC has a soft spot for this angel

She would definitely try to tone down her chaotic energy around him, but she would NOT hesitate to verbal + cyber bully any demons that dare to bully her child

Rando demon: haha shortstack

MC: So you have chosen death

Seriously, Luke would gawk at the obscenities coming from MC’s mouth

He would have to physically drag her away before the demons could devour them both

He would be absolutely SHOOKETH at the language she used because she has been nothing but sweet and polite to him. It was like she switched into a whole different person right in front of his eyes

Luke: MC! I knew living with those horrid demons is a bad idea! They’ve corrupted you now!! *crying Luke noises*

MC: Lil buddy, I was born this way

He would definitely feel really touched that MC is so protective of him though, but he would have to tell her to never say those words again, even if she’s trying to protect him

She would (hesitantly) tell him she would try her best but that would literally only last for half a day because another demon has foolishly decided to mess with him with her present

MC is Luke’s mother point blank period.

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me!#obey me hcs #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me x muslim!mc #muslim!mc #diavolo obey me #barbatos obey me #solomon obey me #simeon obey me #luke obey me #diavolo x mc obey me #barbatos x mc obey me #solomon x mc obey me #simeon x mc obey me

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nobodyfamousposts · 4 years

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Felix July - Contest (Demon Felix AU)

@felixmonth

Saved this for the release of the Felix Episode. Just to see if I could make mine worse than canon.

Felix did not get angry. He was a being of logic and poise. He was the master manipulator, the one watching from behind the scenes as the puppets danced and flailed to his hidden strings. Barely a footnote in the course of history but with his hand in everything.

He did not get frustrated. Being frustrated would suggest that things were not going as planned. Being frustrated meant he was not in control. And he was always in control.

No. What he got was annoyed.

He was annoyed when his new contractor kept asking questions nobody had considered to ask before and caught on to what his true plan was.

He was annoyed when his new contractor refused to make any wishes.

He was annoyed when his new contractor decided she was going to try to help the very person who tried to kill her.

He was annoyed with his new contractor.

Impressed, admittedly. But annoyed.

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“There has to be something you want.”

“Well, hello to you, too. Good morning, Mister Demon. Nice of you to drop into my room unannounced at the crack of dawn. Thankfully I’m not changing or anything or that would be downright awkward.”

“Oh please, your physical assets mean nothing to me.”

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to be reassured or insulted here.”

“Then be neither. It really makes no difference to me.”

“And what does then?”

“Your wish, of course.”

“Of course.”

“...And?”

“Shame that’s not happening today.”

“It could. Surely there is something I can give you?”

“Nothing I want from you, thank you very much!”

“Money is fairly common and always useful.”

“Pass.”

“To get through all classes with the best grades?”

“But would I actually learn the material that way? I think I do well enough on my own.”

“Yes, ‘well enough’ says the student who comes to classes late and sleeps through them regularly.”

“Hey!”

“Eternal youth and beauty?”

“Oo, a classic.”

“Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“Chloe to get hit by a car?”

“I’ve been imagining ways for her to get into some sort of ‘accident’ over the years. If I was going to do it, I wouldn’t waste a wish on it.”

“Lila to spit up snakes whenever she talks?”

“Tempting, but no.”

“Hawk Moth’s Miraculous?”

“I am a hero specifically to do that on my own. I don’t need you cheating for me.”

“Cheating? Please. You say that like this is some math test instead of a supervillain.”

“A supervillain I already have powers and the means to stop. So no.”

“How about his identity then?”

“Still no.”

“More personal then? What about fame?”

“I already have enough trouble with that as Ladybug!”

“But what about as Marinette? You still need to get your name out there.”

“I’ll manage on my own.”

“In what—five? Ten years? Why wait when you could have your own clothing line? A fashion company?”

“I’m still a teenager! I want to get through school before even starting on that!”

“Adrien’s heart?”

“A heart not freely given is not worth having.”

“Oh come on, you don’t really buy the ‘true love’ nonsense, do you? It would be true love as far as he would be concerned.”

“I do NOT want you mind-controlling Adrien into loving me!”

“I don’t even have to control his mind to accomplish it. The right time, the right place, and a few well planed ‘coincidences’ could make him see you in an entirely new light.”

“I am not hearing this!”

“Just a few nudges here and there.”

“But it wouldn’t be genuine.”

“Then why not use a Wish for him? To make his life better?”

That actually made her pause.

“Less photoshoots and more free time. Which equates to more time with his friends and thus more time with you in particular. That would certainly allow you more opportunity to endear yourself to him.”

“I can do that on my own.”

“You’ll just have less chances to do it.”

“Then that’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make.”

“But is it one he would appreciate?”

“…”

“Or you could do the selfless thing and make a Wish for him. To give him something he’s missing. Something he would truly be grateful for.”

“…”

“I could even work it to have him find out it was thanks to you. After so many instances of your gifts to him going unrecognized and unattributed to you, wouldn’t it be nice for him to acknowledge what you do on his behalf for once?”

“And what could you even do that would be so great?”

He hummed to himself, considering.

“I could bring his mother back, if you like. Of course, it wouldn’t be her anymore, but it’s not like Adrien needs to know that.”

“Oh my GOD, no!”

“Or I could kill his father and let him inherit everything.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“He’s an old recluse. It’s easy enough to set him up for a heart attack.”

“FELIX!”

“Nobody would even know any different.”

A book slammed into the wall where his head had just been.

“GO AWAY, DAMMIT!”

“Is that a wish?”

The second book flying at his head was enough indicator for Felix to vacate the premises.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng was…admittedly more resilient than he expected. Though he believed the correct term would be “stubborn”.

She was refusing him for the sake of being defiant more than anything. Usually, such opposition would wear itself down after a time.

Usually.

But his new Contractor was far from the norm it seemed. Both in her circumstances in gaining his service as well as her personal morals. She had said she was going to refuse to make any wishes, and so far, she had held to that.

Commendable, if not irritating.

Part of him felt inclined to try and nudge things in the direction towards his goals. It would have moved things along at least.

But Marinette was a planner. And…frustratingly good at it. For all that she was emotional and easy to take by surprise when it came to her friends and her “love”, she was rather skilled in regards to problem solving.

He very well could have started twisting things in her life to push her to the point where she would HAVE to make a wish. There were so many things that could go wrong for her, after all. Bankruptcy. Expulsion. Social exile. Any number of unpleasant little happenings that he could just as easily come in and save her from with a single wish…

But he had the feeling of being challenged. And it seemed beneath him to stack the odds in his own favor in this way (not that they weren’t already, but there was still a difference between a “one in a million chance” and “downright impossible”).

There was the added complication that Marinette was, as previously noted, stubborn. If it came down to it, he wouldn’t put it past her to do something stupid and permanent out of pure spite.

Not to mention that Tikki was there, constantly watching him and just waiting for the chance to smite him.

So he had to plan instead. That was fine. He hadn’t gotten to really apply himself in the past few centuries when it came to his Contracts. Most people tended to make their wishes and leave it at that. Few actually WANTED him to stick around. And even back when he did, he was usually stuck playing a role of some sort.

This was quite a unique situation. A contest the likes of which he’d never gotten to experience previously.

Felix found himself looking forward to it. He had never gotten to truly play before…

Well…if his new Contractor wasn’t going to tell him what she wanted from him, he would just have to work it out for himself.

And if he could mess with certain persons in the meantime, all the better.

Humans were so easy to manipulate, after all…

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Lila was confused.

Confused and increasingly frustrated.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was still here.

Lila had made her third wish, passing off her contract and all the consequences involved to the unsuspecting target, figuring that would be two problems dealt with.

Killing two birds with one stone, right? Neither an all too observant classmate or a soul-stealing demon to continue hounding her. It was perfect—for her, at any rate. She wasn’t particularly inclined to care what poor Marinette’s fate would be at the hands of that demon. (Well, maybe a little, if only out of a desire to offer some gratitude for escaping that fate herself—read: gloat.)

And yet…

The day after she ended the contract, she had gone to class, fully expecting to hear second-hand of Marinette’s disappearance or some other unfortunate fate. She had been ready to fake tears and spout kind words—and of course to “comfort” her classmates, especially poor Adrien. Hadn’t he just lost his mother recently? It would be such a blow.

Except…

Right when she was about to ask Alya if she had heard anything—to prepare the setup for them to discover Marinette’s fate—

“Sorry I’m late!”

Lila froze.

Sure enough, Marinette had entered the class with all the impact of a whirlwind. She appeared tired and out of breath, red from the exertion of her running.

And…wholly alive.

Lila wasn’t sure she could believe her eyes, but the rest of the class greeted her per normal and Lila barely gathered herself enough to give a wave of her own. Marinette just smiled and went for her desk, acting like everything was completely normal.

This…this wasn’t right. Nothing should be normal for her anymore!

She should be dead! Or soulless! Or panicked about her current situation!

Why was she here?!

Lila watched Marinette for the rest of the day with a close eye, just waiting to see what would happen.

But the end of the day came and went, and Marinette returned home perfectly safe.

This didn’t make any sense! The contract was finished, wasn’t it? Marinette should be gone! So why wasn’t she?

Maybe…maybe the demon was biding his time?

Yeah, he was probably just waiting before taking her soul.

But the next day came and Marinette was still there, acting like nothing was any different from usual.

The same occurred the next day.

And the next.

And the next…

Two weeks passed and Lila was growing increasingly paranoid.

What was going on?

The Contract is for three wishes, then the demon takes the Contractor’s soul.

So why was Marinette still here?

What was he waiting for?

Was he not going to accept the sacrifice?

No, he wouldn’t have agreed to it then if that were the case.

Did Marinette know what was going on? She certainly wasn’t acting any different. And if she did know, she would have confronted Lila immediately—that was the type of person she was.

So why?

It was three weeks in when she got her answer.

“We have a new student with us today!”

Lila’s pen snapped with the force of her grip. She never noticed the way Marinette stiffened.

“Hello, everyone.”

No.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

It couldn’t be…

“My name is Felix Agreste.”

His hair color. His dark green eyes. His complexion and facial features. Everything was disturbingly similar to Adrien.

But she knew…

As the one who summoned him, she of course would recognize him.

The demon in question hiding behind such angelic features merely smiled at the class. But somehow, she knew he was focused on her.

“I’m sure we’ll be great friends.”

It took every bit of acting and self restraint to hold back a scream.

______________________

“Okay, how did you do it?”

“Why, whatever do you mean?”

“Cut the act, Felix. I’m pretty sure Adrien doesn’t have a cousin.”

“Yes, you would be the one to know that, wouldn’t you?”

“Felix.”

“Such accusations! And we’ve only just met one another.”

“Felix.”

“Honestly, it was simple enough. A bit of manipulation here, some ‘suggestions’ there. I’m sure you should already know that human minds are quite simplistic and malleable—they must be if they haven’t caught on to the fact that you’re the one running around fighting butterflies in the equivalent of a polka-dotted onesie.”

“Hey!”

“You’re the budding designer, surely you could have done better.”

“I panicked, okay?”

“Regardless, I simply went to the Agreste mansion and introduced myself as Emilie’s nephew visiting for the rest of the school year.”

“And they believed you?”

“You’ve seen my power at work with Rossi, so you already know I can be quite convincing.”

“Not with everything.”

“Yet.”

“Still, was this really necessary? Setting yourself up as a student here and everything?”

“Of course it was. How else can I ensure my ability to stay by your side at all times?”

“Uh-huh. And how is that going to work out if you’re living in the Agreste mansion now?”

“Are you jealous?”

“It’s a logistical question.”

“No worries, my dear. I will of course make you my priority.”

“Right, because I’m totally the sole reason you chose to show yourself at the school.”

“Well, I of course had to see how my former Contractor has been doing.”

“You really shouldn’t be causing trouble like this.”

“You can’t say you didn’t enjoy the results”

“As funny as it was seeing Lila look constipated all day…”

“Wasn’t it, though?”

She couldn’t help the half smile, but didn’t say anything further.

It was a contest.

The rules were unknown.

The winning conditions a mystery.

But if he was going to be bound here, he was certainly going to enjoy himself in the process.

#ml au #felix month #felix july #demon felix #ml felix #marinette dupain cheng #lila sucks #tikki #ladybug #miraculous ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ml spoilers

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First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 5)

Title: First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 5)

Genre: *deep inhale* FLUFF.

Pairing: Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Bokuto x Reader (separate)

Notes: Okay, fair warning. I’m not too proud of this one, but I knew that an issue would come up the second I decided to include Oikawa in this. (I am seriously trying to write him, but he is surprisingly hard to write for how accidentally transparent his character is.)

Otherwise, I think that this is a pretty decent contribution to the series. I hope you enjoy reading it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Masterlist

Oikawa Tooru

trash can needs someone stern

keep him and his somewhat sleazy habit of flirting under control

his s/o was most likely friends with him as well.

they’re also pretty similar to hajime, though they are nowhere near as violent and brash with him as hajime is

that doesn’t mean that they aren’t assertive, though.

they’d be strong and smart, and they’d know the self-worth of themself and him

otherwise, this boy would want to make a huge show out of the kiss.

like seriously.

this man has it planned.

super elaborate, super extravagant, and super sweet. that was the general aim for it.

what exactly was to happen? well...not what did.

it was valentine’s day.

a day meant for romance

and, of course, oikawa was gushing about you to anybody that would give him the time of day.

you had tried to stay as close to him as possible, but his delusional fangirls were constantly getting between you two

(you could have sworn that a few of them had been stealing some roses from the nearby park garden to give to him, and that one of them had stabbed you with the stem of one.)

(they’re vicious, you’re getting pissed.)

you have to realize that there will be a dance hosted that night for the event, and that you and oikawa have tickets to it

so you can rest a little easier for the day knowing that you will be able to thoroughly celebrate the day with him once school’s out for the day.

with the thought lingering, you went about your day and would stay by oikawa as he got pulled between classes by some of his fans

you could always appreciate how he would find a way to get beside you

it was endearing seeing him pout and apologize cutely.

(you wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but your face said all that he needed to know)

anyways, the day goes by, and eventually lunch hits you two in the gut

hajime had decided to lay back a little as you two went on your way.

you witness a few love confessions in the hallways on the way there, and while you watch the underclassmen blush and stutter, you snicker to yourself

it reminded you of oikawa’s confession to you, and you found it endearing.

(for context, he had asked without stuttering, and when he had gotten giddy and ready to leave, the typically-graceful oikawa tooru had continually tripped and fallen on his face. he sent an unaware smile in your direction every time as you laughed at his overly apparent misfortune.)

he watched as you smirked.

he found it amazingly devious, yet oh-so attractive.

it only added to the fact that you were the perfect foil to the setter.

the rest of the walk to the cafeteria was spent in comfortable silence as you two listened to the chattering and the swishing of the wind outside.

it wasn’t until you reached the aforementioned part of the school that your growing bundle of annoyance had reared it ugly head and disrupted the sweet mood.

you deadpanned as you watched oikawa’s fangirls drop in all at once and practically throw you off and throw their valentine’s gifts in his face.

you hit the floor with a thud, and when you went to get up, you saw hajime holding his hand for you to grab.

he had the same expression on his face, and while you already planned to grab his helping hand, it made the scene a little more manageable

someone didn’t look away from this crap.

oikawa had noticed how the girls had become rougher than usual today

and he had been getting as annoyed as you had by them

and he had enough when he saw them make you a physical ragdoll.

he tried to compose himself well enough to say something in a mature manner (or, as mature as he could get, at least)

he had an image as a role model to some people, and he didn’t want to reflect a bad persona for them

nor did he want to show you his truthful angry side again

(you had seen it once, it freaked you out. it took a couple minutes to get you back to your senses.)

so he had made a final decision.

as hajime pulled you up and you brushed off your uniform, oikawa had gently nudged the females away and walked up to you.

with a smile on his face, a genuine one, he cupped your face in his hands, closed his eyes

and kissed you in front of the whole student body.

it was deep, very passionate, and threw you for a loop.

it took you a moment to melt into the experience and, when you did, it got 10x more passionate.

as well as a little messy.

hell, the two of you got so into it that tongue got involved.

it took hajime tearing you two apart to make the time continue and the room stop spinning.

(seriously, any longer and you two would have been full on making out in front of every student. can’t have that, can we?)

safe to say, that whole romantic gesture screwed over his plan to do something even bigger at the school dance.

otherwise, the whole school now knew that you two were an item, and that oikawa was off-limits.

(and that if they were to lay another finger on you, they’d have an angry hajime and oikawa after them)

(the two of you got relentlessly teased by the other volleyball third years afterwards, though)

in conclusion:

fangirls will be annoying, kisses will be magical.

seriously.

it was surprisingly rough and somewhat harsh

you could still feel the drive to not only protect you, but also pour his heart out to you.

you did the same, of course.

and if it weren’t for the unorthodox timing, the kiss would have probably been more mechanical.

(the whole topic was something that oikawa had to come to terms with when he had spilled his initial plan to him. he still hates to hear that talk.)

final words? impulsive, passionate, loving, and messy .

for the whole of the scenario.

Hajime Iwaizumi

hajime here?

he’d like someone responsible.

right off the bat.

he and his s/o would be able to tackle anything together with their work ethic, and that is something that he’d admire

otherwise, they’d have a similar sense of humor to him and be intelligent (same class, possibly?)

would also be somewhat into athletics.

imagine like, a past athlete or someone that enjoys working out but doesn’t do it often

(gym buddies? he’d love that)

and the kiss, i imagine, would happen when oikawa and iwaizumi are leaving the game between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa.

the two of them are both a little peeved, which is understandable

but you were there to cheer them up just the slightest

(and help hajime knock some sense into the walking, six-foot-something trash can)

it was following the match that the day just...

went.

it was a little dull (just like my writing as of late, holy-)

but you were persistent on lightening up the mood.

you tried to engage oikawa with talk of space and aliens

(“how about mars? do you think that aliens exist there? if so, would their body directly counteract the heat of the planet?”)

(“how about venus, then? i know that there are different standards of beauty everywhere, but what do you think they’d be like? like, your definition of ‘beautiful’?”)

he was so angry and distraught that he just walked off.

considering you had been friends with the trash bin as long as hajime, you knew to let him be.

you admittedly felt a little dejected, but you knew that things would work out eventually.

hajime had tried to do the same before you had joined them, but the same thing had happened to him in the long run.

with a sigh, you suggested getting some take out and watching a movie at one of your homes.

though slightly reluctant, he agrees.

you shrunk a little further in at his reaction, but you knew that the reaction was just a response to the horrible atmosphere

he, truthfully, was just a little nervous to be alone with you.

he had been having the urge to kiss you as of late, and he didn’t want to make anything awkward between you two

you had been thinking the same thing, but, hey-

you were trying to focus on the thought of a movie, food, and cuddling with him

so far, it was keeping you from falling completely into a hollow being for the next few hours.

the walk to the nearest house (yours) was about ten minutes from the intersection that you two left oikawa at

your parents were on a business trip and they trusted you, so things worked out.

when you and hajime were inside the home, you had taken to picking a movie and he had taken to looking at menus that had been stashed in your kitchen

you had settled on a dark comedy while he had reached for a pizza place menu.

everything had slowly but surely begun to settle into numbness (in comparison to the depression of earlier)

it wasn’t until the pizza came that things took a turn.

you had grabbed the pizza and paid for it with some money that had been left for you.

you took it into the living room, propped the box up and everything.

all ready to devour, your mind went straight to the food.

you took two pieces and ate the both of them before reaching for another piece.

(hajime found the sight of your with your cheeks puffed out from the food the cutest thing he had seen.)

(he also started blushing and tried to hide his face behind a napkin but failed miserably.)

(you noticed.)

anyway, the pizza was slowly being eaten.

you had been fairly clean when eating, and with the movie contributing to an even higher rise in the mood, you had gotten just the slightest bit messier.

a small spot of tomato sauce was right on the corner of your lips.

haijime noticed this immediately and just knew he had to kiss you now.

his cheeks flared up again, and he grunted.

“you’ve got some sauce on your cheek”

you turned to face him, and with the way things were looking at the moment, you thought that this would lead to something like a kiss on the cheek to remove it.

oh boy, how wrong were you.

he raised his hand and slowly wiped the small bit off your lip.

his hand never left when he got it off, though.

the two of you were just staring into each other’s eyes, both turning as red as the sauce that you had just eaten.

he gulped before he asked you the question.

“can i kiss you?”

it was quiet, it was serene, and the tv in the background was completely forgotten when you responded with a ‘yes’.

he leaned in and met your lips with his, and hoLY-

time really flat out stopped.

he was a little rough, but he was pouring every ounce of love he had for you into that smooch

his passion shone through and jesus, you couldn’t help but do the same.

you wrapped your arms around his neck as he raised his other hand to cup your face completely

his rough hands were so gentle, and so was the kiss as the two of you broke away from the other for air.

both slightly breathless and panting, a smile sealed the upgraded atmosphere very well.

the two of you then proceeded to cuddle for the rest of the movie.

in summary?

hajime is a person of passion and care, and that can be seen in his kiss

it was just so-

gAH so SwEEt.

easily perfect for the both of you, as cliche as it sounds

(also, the way that the night ended perfected everything - you had fallen asleep on his shoulder about 4/5 through the movie and he refused to move from his position even when the movie ended. he just turned the tv off and cuddled up next to you and feel asleep as well.)

10 out of 10, i would most definitely love for something like this to happen to me, as cliche as it is.

crap, i’m starting to realize that i am a hopeless romantic in denial, help-

Bokuto Kotarou

buff boi here needs someone like akaashi

straight outta the gate, he needs someone that can handle his moodiness

someone that can handle his hyperness

someone that can keep him in control whenever he begins to lose it.

(what little impulse control he has left, at least-)

anyway, yeah, you get it.

i would imagine that they would be (possibly) a little more talkative, but generally similar to akaashi

the kiss, though...

let’s be honest, that’s how he would respond to you

so, to sum that vague statement up:

he’d kiss you as a confession.

that’s all there is to it.

how the confession itself would go?

well...

he was nervous.

akaashi and bokuto were walking and the owlish ace was ranting

“i want to tell her, but she won’t like me.”

akaashi was almost completely fed up with his whining.

keyword: almost.

what bokuto failed to notice was that you and akaashi are friends and classmates, as well as colleagues on the volleyball team.

you were a manager, and had been a huge help to the team when akaashi wasn’t there (for whatever reason).

so, with that knowledge, akaashi knew.

you had told him what you felt in regards to bokuto, and he listened.

the catch was that you didn’t want him to tell bokuto or anyone else.

he wanted to end this whole back and forth on both of your parts,

(”i like them, but they don’t like me. and even if they did, they could find someone that’d be more fitting for them.”)

BUT, he is a good friend, and good friends keep promises and requested secrets.

he was dying to just cut the crap and get you two together.

quite frankly, he was ready to. he just had to do it incognito

(read: hope to god you don’t tear him a new one if you find out that he was willing to play matchmaker from behind the scenes.)

anyway, as he listened to bokuto rant and whine and drone about you, the idea hit him.

he’d need the help of another manager, though.

eventually, the day had come to end (with both you and horned-owl man being oblivious), and practice had begun.

bokuto was screwing up more than usual.

he still had his good moments, but anyone could tell that he was bothered by something.

it got so bad that akaashi had to call break.

he had asked to speak to the other managers, kaori and yukie, when he had called it.

you were curious, but you didn’t want to pry.

you had taken to making sure that the team could help bokuto get back on it.

akaashi had planned something, though, and he was sure that this would work.

once the break was up, bokuto went back to practice.

you found it odd when you noticed that he was starting to mess up again.

this time, it got so much worse - akaashi forced bokuto outside to take a good, long breather.

kaori had asked you to check up on him after a few minutes.

being her kouhai, you went along with it and left the duties to yukie.

when you went outside, you noticed the two-toned hair sitting on the steps to the gym angrily pouting.

you wanted to calm him down and get his focus back on the game, but something was becoming a problem.

things between you two had grown more awkward than usual, and you didn’t like it.

especially now, seeing as it was only you two in the chilly autumn wind.

that being said, you decided to sit next to him on the steps.

when he heard your footsteps, he quickly peeked up, blushed at you, and looked back down with a less hostile pout.

you found the sight adorable, but you had to push that away right now.

the Fukurodani ace wasn’t at his best - that needed to be fixed first.

“what’s going on bokuto?”

he, if possible, got even quieter.

now, not many things scare you, but that?

a silent bokuto?

get your apocalypse materials together, shit’s about to hit the fan - chances are the world’s gonna end in T-minus ten seconds.

you nudged his shoulder and persisted.

“c’mon, the team needs their ace to be at their best, and they can’t if he can’t tell me what’s bothering him.”

some more silence lingered before he spoke.

“there’s this person. they’re really pretty, and really sweet, and really smart.”

your mood dropped, but you tried to keep it up for his sake.

“they’re also really good at comforting people, and they have patience with me.”

your mood really didn’t wanna work with you, did it?

“and i wanna ask them out, but i don’t think they like me.”

that was when you took your chance.

yeah, if it wasn’t you, you could at least give him the confidence to ask out whoever the mystery person was.

“then ask them out, bokuto. people admire you, you know? how could they say no to the great bokuto kotarou?”

that seemed to give him a boost, and with quick succession, he had jumped up and stood proud.

“you’re right, y/n! so, do you wannt go out with me?”

y/n.exe has stopped working.

your jaw dropped to the floor, your eyes went wide, and your heart and mind started racing.

‘holy- he likes me? he likes me? he really likes me?’

bokuto noticed your silence, and he took it as a rejection.

he slumped off and fell to the steps again.

“if you don’t feel the same, that’s oka-”

“wait, no! i didn’t say that!”

your outburst was admittedly uncharacteristic, but for the moment, that was all that was needed.

his golden eyes lit up, and you blushed bright red.

“really? you really like me too?”

you nodded shyly.

in a fit of happiness, he lifted you up and swung you around.

the action shocked you, but you were giggling by the end of it.

despite his excitement, he still had some decency in the moment.

“can i kiss you?”

a smile fell onto your face and you uttered a small yes.

he kissed you immediately after.

the entrance was extremely rough, so much so that you nearly fell backwards had it not been for bokuto’s strong arms holding you in place.

otherwise, there was teeth (by accident, of course), and it was very messy and a little slobbery

(forlackofabetterword,iswear-)

it lasted for a decent amount of time.

in fact, it took so long that akaashi got a little worried that you and bokuto had run off (or something like that)

kaori had decided to check on you two, and you two were found sucking face.

yeah, that’s right.

the kiss was romantic, but it was bordering on a makeout. (never reached that point, but most definitely seemed like it)

she decided to leave you two alone.

when you pulled away, the both of you had a slight flush to your faces

neither of you would have changed the moment, though. no way in hell would that happen.

and, in a twist of events, bokuto was the one dragging you back to the gymasium with a new burst of energy and confidence.

the rest of the night flowed fairly smooth, and bokuto dealt with his fair share of teasing from his teammates after kaori had let the team know what had gone on.

so, in conclusion:

very, VERY, V E R Y messy.

it was an impatient kiss, an immature kiss, an overall inexperienced kiss.

though, you could only imagine, that the moment was everything you could have asked for and more.

also, the setting was perfect for the two of you.

a new s/o, the first kiss, and the slight chill of the wind combined with the gleaming moon and stars?

beautiful, perfect, gorgeous, you name it.

just-

buff owl boy needs love, you give him that and more.

he does the same with you.

(please cherish him, you’re the only person that can calm him down quickly aside from akaashi)

#oikawatooru #oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #hajimeiwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #bokutokotarou #bokuto #bokuto kotarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotarou x reader #iwaizumi #oikawa tooru #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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High Society (Chapter 2)

~A Tom Holland AU Series~

Tags: @imarypayne @sunshine112 @sleepwalkingdragon @supernatural-girl97 @vibhati123 @butithasntkilledyouyet @faefictions @carisi-sonny @trap-house-homiecide @shamelessbookaddict

Inspiration: It's interesting to see how the other half live, how their perfect lives are pieced together by secret scandals. It's beyond anything you can imagine until you're a part of it. It's High Society. (Based on the Netflix series 'Elite')

Warnings: Mentions of murder, language warning

Notes: Wow! The love for chapter 1 has been insane, thank you so much. If you'd like to be part of the tags or ask any questions about this series, please send them through

~~~Wednesday 30th January 2019~~~

"And were you good friends?" The interviewer asks from across the wooden table. The low lumination of the interview room cast an intimidating shadow across her stern expression. You were thankful she couldn't hear how your heart was racing.

"Well, I'd only been at the school since September. I knew her in school but I don't think I knew her well enough to deem us friends," You admit, hands clasped tightly to stop them shaking, "I think there was a lot that we didn't know about her,"

"So, she had a lot of secrets," The woman confirms, not once breaking her focus on you, "Do you think they would give someone enough motive to kill her?"

"I don't think we can ever be truly sure of a murderers motives unless we're the murderer, Miss," You state, taking a moment to make certain eye contact with the woman opposite you.

"And how can I be sure I'm not talking to that person now?"

~~~Friday 7th September 2018~~~

"Oh come on, you're telling me there's nobody here you think is fit?" Noah groans, flopping down into the chair beside you.

"It's not really at the top of my priorities if I'm honest," You roll your eyes, taking a moment to look up from the book in your hands, "Are you saying it's in yours?"

"Well, I don't know," He shrugs exaggeratively, his eyes diverting to where Sam and Harry were huddled around a laptop. He hoped you hadn't seen him.

"The twins?" You raise a brow, watching him blush slightly.

"Not both of them," He hisses, jabbing you in the side, "And please don't tell anyone, I haven't told anyone here that I'm gay,"

"Well, that's understandable. You've only been here for a week," You point out, pressing the bookmark into your book and pushing it to the side of the desk you shared with Noah.

"I'm not sure I'm going to say anything, like ever," He mumbles, shuffling his chair closer to the table as if he wanted to enclose your conversation.

You don't respond, knowing that it would be better for him if you let him talk about it on his own accord.

"At our old school, that's all everyone labelled me as. That was like my definition. And I had to constantly remind people to keep it quiet from my parents who could be very easy to judge about something like that," He explains, "But, here, I don't have to be that. I can come out on my own terms, and not constantly be awaiting the day when I go home to my parents questioning me about it,"

"If that's what you think will make you happier and more comfortable, then I say go for it," You assure him, "Just, don't feel like you can't be yourself because of that,"

He smiles and squeezes your shoulder in a symbol of compassion, turning back to the desk in front of him.

"Is this what you're using for wider reading?" Lily's voice sounds from in front of you, picking up the worn book from the table and flicking her fingers through the aged pages.

"It's just a book," You grumble, feeling a sting of pain in your heart at the sight of her touch on one of your most prized possessions.

"It's not even a classic," She scoffs, tossing it aside and allowing the marker to fall along the tiled floor. Don't react. Don't react.

She takes her seat near Imogen and Harrison, a spare seat beside her as she awaited Tom's arrival.

He walked in shortly after and you made every effort to stop yourself from looking at him. You even avoided it as he shuffled past your desk, leaning down right in front of you.

"This is yours?" He tilts his head, looking at the childlike bookmark that he'd picked up from the floor.

You take it from his hands and don't manage to hide the furious blush burning up your cheeks, "Thank you,"

"It's endearing, I like it," He smiles, taking a seat beside Lily and already being greeted by her monsoon of affection.

"Alright guys settle down please," Mr Fitz, as you had learnt to call him, sounds from the front of the class, "I have a project for you today, it's going to develop over the course of the next term,"

"God please don't tell me it's a group project," Z groans, dropping her head into her hands.

"And, much to your excitement, you're going to be working mostly alone," Mr Fitz grins, flicking onto the next side of his PowerPoint presentation, "Before you complain, do take note that these grades are going to count towards the points for the Jordan Cup that will be presented to our highest achieving student at the end of this year,"

"The Jordan Cup? What the fuck is that?" Noah laughs, dropping back in his seat so he was now barely even sitting up.

Lily's head snaps around, "It's the most prestigious award you can achieve at this school. Named, quite rightly, after my father because of his extensive donation toward the upkeep of this school,"

"Thank you Lily," Mr Fitz nods, "It is awarded to one of our seniors at the Winter Ball, based on the amount of points accumulated throughout the year so far."

"And how do we get such points?" You question with genuine curiosity.

"It's based on your academic attainment, attendance and extra curriculars," He explains, "Every time you attend a sports session or take a visit to one of our facilities, it is noted and then totalled at the end of the competition."

"And who knows, you might even get a thanks for taking part award," Lily smiles at you with enough of a patronising tone in her voice to make you want to rip those dyed curls from her head.

"Anyway," Mr Fitz attempts to regain control, "The main idea of this project is discovery. I want you to come back at the end of term telling us something about yourself that people don't know. And I want you to tell me something about someone else here that we don't know. You could take part in learning a new skill, understanding your family history or even developing new friendships but I want this to be something about you that makes us see you in a different light,"

"A journey of self discovery, I'm inspired," Harrison announces sarcastically with a faked applause.

"Take it seriously, I'll be placing a heavy amount of thought into where points will be awarded," Mr Fitz warns, "Uncover some secrets,"

Everyone sits in an awkward silence for just a moment, all questioning what on earth they would do for such a silly project idea. They only erupted into chatter when Mr Fitz exited.

"So, (Y/N), what skeletons are in your closet?" Imogen wiggles her brows, all of their eyes focused on you.

"Nothing you'll ever need to know about," You mutter under your breath, trying with every part of you to not feel intimidated by them.

You could hear some muttering from that direction before you watched Tom shove Harrison in the direction of you and Noah.

"I'm having a party at my place tonight and there's an invite for both of you if you want to come," Harrison sighs, clearly not the one to actually want to give this invitation.

"I'll pass," You smile fakely, turning back to the work in front of you. Why did part of you want to go?

~~~Wednesday 30th January 2019~~~

"It seems you became quite a part of their society?" The investigator continues, her pen tapping in an uncomforting rhythm against the table.

"I was nothing like them," You are quick to answer, "But it's easy to get sucked into it when you're surrounded by that. And they weren't bad people,"

"Though bad enough to kill someone?" She frowns, "One of their classmates, in fact."

"I-"

"Tell me what happened at this party, (Y/N)," She encourages, "Harrison Osterfield hosted a party on the seventh of September and you were in attendance,"

"I didn't even want to go," You shake your head, looking down to your hands, "Z kept telling me I should and I gave in, I went,"

"And it was at this party that you found yourself in an argument with none other than Lily Jordan, what was that about?" She tilts her head, taking you right back to that stupid night.

~~~Friday 7th September 2018~~~

"Seriously this isn't my thing at all," You groan, wanting nothing more than to release yourself from Zendaya's grip as she pulled you towards the door to the grand house.

"Well, you've made a goddamn effort and we're not letting it go to waste," She laughs, swinging open the door and entering the party that already appeared to be in full swing.

This house was ridiculously grand. It was filled with items you didn't even want to know the price of and furniture that looked too good to be destroyed by cheap beer. It felt so strange to see students chattering around the house with actual glasses in hand rather than red plastic cups. With actual alcohol that people would buy from a menu instead of anything available on the shelves of a supermarket.

"Z! Let me get you a drink!" Imogen grins, dragging her over to the table.

Harrison was stood near there too and he noticed you as you walked in.

"You made it," He states, matter of factly.

"You can complain to Z about that," You point out, already feeling uncomfortable and regretting your outfit choice.

"Maybe I should thank her," He raises a brow, a smirk dancing over his pursed lips, "Looking like that, you'd be wasted at any other party,"

"Would Mrs Osterfield be impressed about those comments towards the new girl?" You try to divert the slightly mysoginistic comments, "Don't act like she's not the only reason you had to invite me and Noah,"

"She's letting me throw a party full of underage drinking," He comments, leaning down to you slightly, "She wouldn't dare say no to anything I said,"

"Well, I would, so if you'll excuse me," You give him a tight smile, gripping onto the material of your pastel blue jacket just a little tighter around you.

"(Y/N)," Tom's voice calls out and you instantly relax slightly, "I didn't think you were coming,"

"Well, I guess you don't know me as well as you think," You joke, "I'm very easily persuaded,"

"I'll take note of that," He laughs, "Can I get you a drink?"

You can't help but frown slightly, "Why are you being nice to me? From what I've heard you're a bit of a King at this school,"

"I'm not saying you're wrong, but I guess you might not know me as well as you think," He copies your line but he sounds so much more sure of himself than you ever did.

"Tommy!" Lily's voice rings out, hopping over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, "Baby can you get me a drink please?" She asks, her eyes looking up at him through her long fake lashes.

He nods and leaves you two alone. It is only then that her demeanour changes and she swivels round to face you with a harsh expression on her face.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are," She starts, "You seem to have made quite the impression on Tom and I'm really not here for it,"

"For someone who acts like a princess around here, you're really having trouble trusting your prince aren't you?" You smirk. Somehow, she didn't faze you. Her intimidation was all an act.

She scoffs, bringing her face closer to yours, "Don't fucking talk to me like that. My Dad is paying for your scholarship to school, my boyfriend is best friends with the Principal's son, oh, and Tommy is my boyfriend."

"Back off Lily, you're making yourself look ridiculous," Z breaks a space between the two of you, "(Y/N)'s done nothing wrong. Don't be so pathetic,"

You were thankful she was there. It felt easier than dealing with Lily alone. Everyone was circling the pair now with you simply becoming one to watch now. Your eyes latched on to Tom's. His girlfriend was in the middle of an argument with another girl and he wasn't even looking; he was looking at you.

"Get out of my way!" Lily screeches, trying to get through the group that had formed so she could exit.

"Lily wait-" Imogen began, loyal enough to try to follow her.

"Fuck off Imogen!" Lily snaps, "You just stood there with the rest of them!"

The atmosphere dropped. Everyone went back to enjoying the party but the rest of you just stood there, exchanging awkward glances and becoming fearful of the tension on Monday morning.

~~~Wednesday 30th January 2019~~~

"Yeah, Zendaya stood up for me that night," You sigh, "Her and Lily clearly had problems between them but the argument was nothing serious,"

"I care more about Imogen. She was invited and didn't get involved in that,"

"No, she was there but she didn't say anything. But nobody really said anything," You shake your head. Damnit, your words were shaking now. She'd mentioned her name.

"And Lily was annoyed about that," The investigator confirms, "Do you think that started a tension between them?"

"Mayb-"

"Enough of a tension to justify killing her so-called best friend?" She tilts her head to the side, clearly thinking she'd made a breakthrough.

"From what I know, Imogen hadn't done enough wrong to justify what happened to her," You shake, feeling tears trembling in your eyes, "She was one of the good ones,"

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You are my sunshine

Requested by @tiny-snark

Read it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10591287

Tags: Hurt/Comfort Body Horror Implied/Referenced Self-Harm Hypothermia Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm

Bucky has trouble dealing with the colder temperatures.

The idea came from an RP I have with a friend, who also requested this. Her Tony's favorite term of endearment for Bucky is Sunshine. Drabble list on my tumblr: https://berserkhamster.tumblr.com/post/158660461442/drabble-list

He hated winter. He hated the cold. It was probably ironic for some people that the Winter Soldier hated the cold but it wasn't like he had chosen the name. Most people would probably guess that his dislike for low temperatures came from his years spend in cryogenic suspension and that was part of it but mostly it was the metal arm that caused the problems.

The arm was painful enough at the best of times and that wasn't even counting the dysphoria from having a foreign object stuck to his body without consent or any possibility to remove it that was a constant companion for Bucky. It was the cold that made the thing unbearable. Bucky didn't know if HYDRA had simply overlooked it or if it had been a distinct choice to design it this way to add to his torture but the metal was extremely conductive for any kind of temperature. So every time he ventured outside no matter how many jackets and sweaters he put on the arm turned into a piece of ice immediately and with it the metal parts inside his body as well. He didn't need an x-ray to tell exactly where the arm was anchored to his body. The clavicle, shoulder blade, ribs, there were small pieces on his spine and even something on his hip, and having to feel how far the arm reached into his body constantly made him want to rip it out, dig his fingers into his skin and tear it off his bones.. If there were even his bones and not metal replacements.

Add to that the burning cold that froze him from the inside out and Bucky was paralyzed with horror and disgust for his own body. The only thing he could do then to not succumb to self-destructive measures was to curl up under a heated blanket as much as possible, use a hot water bottle on his shoulder and hope the heat will eventually bring the metal to a bearable temperature. Hot showers and baths helped too but he had to be extra careful with the water in winter and dry the arm completely every time. He seldom left the tower during the winter months to prevent the cold in his body to ever get too bad, but he couldn't stay holed up the entire time, the team worried and especially Tony who wanted to spend time with him on dates and Steve who wanted to see him interact with people more were always on his case when he tried to stay in bed all day. It wasn't like he didn't want to spend time with his boyfriend but he would rather stay cuddled up on the couch watching a movie instead of going out. They did that often enough but Tony deserved the occasional date in a nice fancy restaurant, Tony deserved so much more, he was the one who took him in, made him feel at home, showed him what love was. He was the one who called him Sunshine when everybody else only saw a gloomy man with a rain cloud over his head.

So he put up a happy face and ignored the stinging pain in his body and the screaming in his head to get rid of the abomination attached to it.

Today was no different except Clint had suggested a team outing as it had recently snowed and he wanted to go to the park and take advantage of it. It naturally had ended with a snowball fight and with the white powder stuffed down Bucky's collar. It had taken everything he got not to break down in the park and somehow make it back to the tower. He had no idea how he had managed the cold while still with HYDRA, maybe it had been easier to deal with when he didn't know any better, when he didn't have a warm bed to curl up in and instead had only an even colder cryochamber to look forward to. It didn't take long until everybody was soaked through with melted snow and shivering and they finally headed back to the tower.

It was entirely too late for Bucky.

When they got back he felt like his entire left side was made out of solid ice and he was pretty sure the snow turned water in his collar formed an ice layer on his neck. He ignored the Tony's call for a hot chocolate to warm up and headed straight for their bedroom. A hot chocolate wasn't going to warm him up, if anything it would probably form chocolate ice in his stomach. He also couldn't get a hot water bottle with everybody gathered in the kitchen, he blanket had to do for now.

Only when he was in the saftety of the bedroom did he allow himself to shiver and new waves of pain radiated through his body as stiff muscles fought against unyielding icy metal in his body. He stripped off his wet clothes and with a shaking hand and a cold metal appendage he absolutely did not want to touch he managed to put on a thick sweater and sweatpants then cranked the heating blanket up to high and slipped under the covers. The bed was still cold of course and he continued to shiver, now he could just wait and hope the pain and ice in his chest would fade away soon.

He heard the door open and he knew Tony came to look for him.

"I don't want hot chocolate." Bucky mumbled, hoping he could deter Tony from coming any closer. He didn't want any contact, not with Tony, not with anyone, but especially Tony. He didn't want him to see him like this, broken and helpless against the abomination that was his body, didn't want Tony to see how his Sunshine was frozen on the inside.

"Everything alright? Sunshine?" Tony came closer, Bucky knew it, he felt the bed dip when the other man sat down. He tried to pull the blanket higher but Tony stopped him and somehow was stronger then him, pulling back the cover.

"You're pale as a sheet. Bucky, what's wrong, talk to me."

He couldn't. The ice in his chest was wrapping around his heart, squeezing it, he couldn't talk, couldn't breath - suddenly there was a fire touching his cheek and he screamed, he tried to get away from it, scrambling backwards. His back hit the headboard of the bed, the dead weight on his left shoulder pulled at his muscles and the ice cracked, piercing him, the pain unbearable. He had to get it out, get it out of his body, his hand tried to scratch the frost bitten skin around the metal but then Tony was on top of him, pulling him close. How could he touch something so cold as him, it burned where skin met skin and Bucky wanted to pull away, least Tony would turn to ice too. He heard him cursing and yes he deserved that, he shouldn't have let Tony so close, he was probably freezing too.

"Jarvis, tell Steve to get every heating pad he can find in the infirmary and an IV drip with saline solution, body temperature, and tell him to hurry the fuck up!"

Bucky felt the dead metal on his shoulder shift, he hadn't told it to...

"Fuck fuck fuck." Tony was touching it. He wanted to tell him not to do that. It was poison.

His head was lying on Tony's shoulder, hands of fire where caressing his back, it felt as nice as it was painful. Hot drops of lava where hitting his cheek, rolling down his neck, he imagined they left burn marks behind.

"What's going on?"

That was Steve, Bucky could see it clearly even with his eyes closed. Blond and vibrant Steve, practically radiating whenever he entered a room. He should have been Sunshine, not Bucky, it was so much more fitting.

"He's got hypothermia." Tony's voice cracked, was he already infected with the ice? "Get the pads on his arm and shoulder, the metal is sucking all the heat out of his body, we need to warm it up. Hand me the IV."

"You can do an IV?" Steve, please, why are you asking Tony this? Tony can do anything. The thoughts came automatically even as his body was screaming.

Bucky felt a tiny prick on his neck, barely noticeable among the icy needles piercing him from the inside.

"Why the neck?"

"It's faster... and you know how he hates having a needle in his arm."

Suddenly Bucky was on fire, he groaned, trying to wind himself away from whatever was assaulting his body but Tony held him even closer, fiery lips were on his neck and it might as well have been Tony who breathed the hot liquid into his body. It wound its way through him, going every which way, wrapping around his heart, down his arm, down his legs and then coming back up. He was burning from both ice and fire, his whole body screaming in pain along with himself.

"Shh, it's alright." Tony's voice sounded even worse now. "I know it hurts, baby, but this is going to warm you up, it's going to be alright."

Warm.. yes, he wanted to be warm. Bucky held still, letting the fire spread through his body as it fought a horrible battle with the unyielding ice. It's not going to work... It's not the arm...it's me, Bucky thought, I'm the ice...it's -

He gasped. Suddenly the icy grasp on his heart had been released, his lungs filled with air and he could breath. Finally breath again, the fire dimmed, the ice disappeared, left was a tingling all over his skin and the inside of his body. The scars on his shoulder where the dead metal poked out came back to life, they were burning but not painfully, they were warm against the metal and the metal... the metal was not cold. He couldn't feel it inside his body anymore.

Bucky opened his eyes. He didn't know how much time had passed. His face was pressed against Tony's neck and he was limp in the other man's arms.

"I should have known this would happen..." Tony was talking again. "I should have known...I'm so stupid... same thing happened with my reactor, before I insulated it and put an automatic temperature regulator in."

"It's not your fault, Tony." Steve was still here, his voice was quivering too. "He could have said something..."

Bucky felt Tony shake his head, his hand was stroking Bucky's hair gently. "You know he can't do that...he doesn't even tell us if he's hurt after a mission and this was just a fucking snowball fight. Tell Clint I'll murder him with my bare hands if he ever gets near him with a snowball again." Tony's arms tightened around him.

"I'll leave you two alone, tell me if you need any thing."

After he heard the door close and Steve had left Bucky felt Tony start to shake. "Sunshine, I'm so sorry, so sorry." Warm drops landed on his Bucky's cheek again and he realized Tony was crying.

" 's my fault." Bucky mumbled.

Tony pulled back and cold air streamed into the empty space between them. He immediately missed the warmth that radiated from Tony and he started shivering. Tony cupped Bucky's face with warm hands and it helped a little in holding him still."What are you talking about? It's not your fault HYDRA put this mess in your body."

Bucky couldn't look at him, couldn't look at Tony's sad face. "I'm not sunshine..." He tried not to shake, not from cold and not from the sadness that welled up in him.

"What? Who said that? Of course you are, you're my sunshine! What is this about?"

Still unable to look at Tony Bucky tried to find the words. "Sunshine's warm...I'm not. I'm ..." He lifted his hand with difficulties, he was buried under the heating blanket and heating pads on his left side and back and his body felt sluggish. He tapped his chest, the spot where on Tony's the blue circle of life was glowing. "I'm frozen...inside."

Tony turned Bucky's head so he had no other choice but to look at him. "You are my Sunshine, Bucky. A case of hypothermia isn't going to change that. Come here." Tony pulled him close again and he snuggled into the warm cocoon, burying his face against Tony's chest. Could Tony be right? He felt warmer again, the pain in his chest was gone, maybe it was true.

"You know what? We two need to go on a vacation. JARVIS, get the Malibu villa ready, set up the lab, I think we both can use a little sunshine and while we're there I can work on some solution for our little freezer burn here. Some kind of insulating sleeve, maybe a temperature regulator, an internal heating unit - hey, Bucky what do you say to that?"

Bucky couldn't talk anymore, he just nodded into Tony's chest, hot tears rolling from his eyes, streaking his cheeks. He couldn't tell if the feeling inside his chest was warmth or happiness but both was overwhelming. Tony rubbed circles on his back and stroked his hair.

"You are my Sunshine, don't ever doubt that."

#winteriron #bucky barnes #tony stark #tony/bucky #drabble #my fanfiction

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